How To Break A Woman
A./N.: I study history and found a description of this torture in a history book about the Turkish Empire. They really used this. It's sickening but fits this story. Voldemort is a ruthless jack-ass who stoops low to achieve his aims.
Peace didn't last long. In the morning they heard footsteps coming closer and closer to their cell. When the door opened it revealed Rudolphus Lestrange and Molly shrank back. her heart beat wildly in her chest. was this Bellatrix' plan to get her in the end? Setting her husband at her? She was afraid. Minerva saw the panic rise in her younger friend and moved in front of her. She hadn't been able to help her last time but now see was prepared to fight. But Mr. Lestrange ignored Molly completely. She leaned down and grasped Minerva hard and hauled her to her feet. Thanks to the healing potion it wasn't as painful as it would have been without.
Rudolphus dragged Minerva to a small space right down at the bottom in the vault. He and another death-eater laid Minerva on a hard wooden board and slowly removed the grey blanket from her body. When she was completely naked, they tied up her wrists and ankles with leather straps, so that she lay helplessly before them, spread-eagle. Rudolphus positioned itself between her legs and smiled down on her as if he looked at a picture.
"The Dark Lord wants to punish you for disobedience. He doesn't like to share and you whored around with Dumbledore. We have special treatments for women who don't obey us."
Still smiling he bent forward, his hand laid on her genitals and stroked the soft hair between her thighs.
„I know how much you love to be informed about everything. Therefore, I will explain it to you, while we prepare you."
He nodded to one of his assistants who stepped to Rudolphus' side with a wooden tray in hands. On the tray were two small packages, muffled in fine rice paper and formed like small cones, finger-long and at tipped one end. They were lubricated thickly and shone in the light of the wands' magic.
„Each of these parcels contains five ounces of dragon fire chilli pepper. Professor Sprout certainly plants some in her greenhouse as well. The juice of a pod burns the skin. I had to carry gloves from dragon's leather when I had to ground them to powder."
Suddenly he pushed his forefinger deeply into her.
„One package is for this pretty hole here in front."
He grinned down on her, while she squealed with fright, pain and humiliation. Then he pulled out his finger again and pushed it into the other hole.
„And the second package is for your behind."
He pulled back his finger and laughed at Minerva's shocked expression.
„No, you cannot do this! You can't seriously go through with this!"
„Oh, but certainly, darling."
Without compassion he looked down. Then he took one of the packages from the tray. Minerva stared at it, horror-filled, and writhed in her chains.
„Hold her legs firmly", ordered Rudolphus.
One of them pressed her knees as far apart as possible, and Rudolphus pushed the parcel into her womb with skilled hand. He took the other parcel. His assistant grasped under Minerva's bottom, took one of her round cheeks in every hand and tore them apart brutally.
Minerva bit her lips. Her teeth coloured red from her own blood. She threw her body to and fro, as far as her chains permitted. Her tears wetted her hair. Minervas sobbing ended in a shrill scream.
„Yes!" grunted Rudolphus. „Bind her ankles and knees together, so that she is not able to get rid of the valuable cargo."
His assistants followed his instruction swiftly and withdrew to admire her work also. Rudolphus stepped to Minerva's side once more. He looked at her in satisfaction.
„Well, the Dark Lord is not mercilessly. You only have to ask him rather nicely to release you. It lies with you, my dear professor."
Minerva had stilled down, in the meantime, and lay stiffly. She was frozen. Through a veil of tears she stared up into his face when he bent over her.
„The dragon's powder is so sharp that it will eat through the rice powder which is further soaked by your juices from the outside. The parcel will soon resolve and the powder will spread in you."
He stroked her hair off her forehead. Then he wiped, almost affectionately, the tears off her eyelids with the thumb.
„First you will feel only a light itch which will grow, nevertheless, to a furious fire. I already saw many whores dying on this wooden board, and believe me, their pain were indescribable. It will eat through your body and your intestine and they will hear your screams in Hogwarts. What will your beloved Albus do then?"
Rudolphus breathed hard, obviously excited by the picture of the suffering which he had painted.
„When does it start?" he asked for her. „No one knows exactly. Maybe in an hour or two. One cannot say it. And how long does it last? One also does not know this. The weak died within one day, Screaming loudly up to the last moment. However, I know, you are stronger. Let us wait."
He made himself at home on a bench at the wall.
„The waiting is the most interesting", he told Minerva. „Some beg for mercy, however, you are too proud for that, I know this. The courageous sometimes try to hide the moment when the paper dissolves from me. They want to keep the fun from me, but they cannot keep this up for long ", he giggled, „not for long. "
He crossed his arms before his breast and leant against the wall.
„I will be at your side to the end. "
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Two and a half hours later Minerva was in unbearable pain. She couldn't hold back the screams forming in her throat. For the last 15 minutes she had been screaming at the top of her lungs. The paper had nearly dissolved and the pepper was already pouring out of its confinement. Minerva's womb was on fire. She couldn't take the pain! She would rather die than shout out to Voldemort for his mercy. No, never! She was a Gryffindor after all and Albus Dumbledore's wife. She would stay strong. And hadn't Rudolphus said that the other women had begged for mercy but never received it? But Tom wanted her alive, as his plaything. She would be damned if she ever allowed him to possess her!
But the pain ... the pain was too intense for her. She was no god just a mere human and this was insane. Minerva screamed and screamed until she almost completely lost her voice.
Rudolphus was impressed. No woman had ever managed this long without begging for mercy. The Dark Lord would be most displeased should his no toy die rather than play with him. Rudolphus decided it was time to help things along a bit.
She was lying there perfectly still, knowing full well that when she moved the paper would tear because of the wetness and the movements. Rudolphus grinned maliciously at Minerva and raised his wand.
"Crucio!"
Minerva jerked and writhed in pain, screaming louder than before even though she had thought herself incapable to. Then she felt it. The paper tore open and released the dragon's powder into her.
"Please, stop it. Just kill me! I can't take it anymore! Have mercy! Please ... I ... I be ... be ... beg you."
There she had said it. The words were finally out. She just needed to repeat them after he got his master.
Minerva's eyes were glassy. What had she done? This was not real! She had NOT just begged this bloody bastard to stop the pain! She was strong ... 'No, I have to be honest. I'm no longer strong. I simply can't hold out anymore. Albus, please forgive me. I will die here and ...' Her heart was breaking into a million sharp pieces, ripping her soul apart.
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Tom stood in the middle of the elegant room, glad only in a shirt. How precisely she had gotten here, she didn't know.
"How nice to see you again, Minerva. As I can see you have been healed. Now I will make you mine. Albus will never see you again."
She had no time to protest or fight before he bore Minerva back to him, his weight pinning her to the bed.
He did not pause to undress further. Minerva could smell his scent of decay. Tom held Minerva, arms outstretched, wrists pinioned. One hand brushed the wall, and Minerva felt the tiny scrape of her wedding ring chiming against the stone. And the thin metal suddenly heavy as the bonds of matrimony. How Minerva missed Albus and wanted him to come and free her. She was really afraid that he wouldn't make it on time. She didn't know if she could hold out any longer.
Tom spread her thighs with his knee and sheathed himself to the root in a single thrust that made Minerva gasp. He made a sound that was almost a groan, and gripped her tighter.
"You're my dark queen," he said softly, pressing himself into her depths. "I will make you beg for more."
Minerva pulled against his grip and sucked in her breath with a faint 'ah' as he pressed even deeper.
"Yes, I mean to use you hard, my darling," he whispered. "I want to own you, to possess you, body and soul."
Minerva struggled vehemently and Tom pressed her down, hammering her, a solid, inexorable pounding that reached her womb with each stroke.
"I mean to make you call me 'master', Minerva."
His soft voice was a threat of revenge for all the years she had spent in Albus' arms and not his.
"I mean to make you mine."
Minerva quivered and moaned then, her flesh clutching in spasms at the invading, battering presence. The movement went on, disregarding, on and on for minutes, striking her over and over with an impact on the edge between bearable invasion of the flesh and pain. Minerva felt dissolved, as though she existed only at the point of the assault, being forced to the edge of some total surrender.
"No!" she gasped. "Stop, please, you're hurting me!"
Beads of sweat ran down Tom's face and dropped on the pillow and on Minerva's breasts. Their flesh met now with the smack of a blow that was fast crossing the edge into pain. Minerva's thighs were bruising with the repeated impact, and her wrists felt as though they would break, but his grip was inexorable.
"Yes, beg me for mercy, Minerva. You shall not have it, though; not yet. Did dear old professor Dumbledore ever satisfy like this. You need not pretend that you don't love it, Minerva. I know women like you. They need to be pounded thoroughly. But I guess the old man isn't up to it anymore."
Tom's breath came hot and fast, but he showed no signs of tiring. Minerva's entire body convulsed.
"No, don't talk about him in this way. You will never be as good as he is. Albus is nice and gentle and kind."
"And you hate it, don't you? You love the way I dominate you, right? Tell me honestly: the old man is boring you to death."
Tom started to pinch her nibbles while he trust deep into her. Minerva could feel the jolt of each stroke deep in her belly, and cringed from it. Tom redoubled his assault, pressing now on her shoulders to keep her pinned under him.
There was no beginning and no end to his assault, only a continuous shudder that rose to a peak with each thrust. The hammering was a question, repeated over and over in her flesh, demanding an answer. He pushed her legs flat and bore her down past pain and into pure sensation, over the edge of surrender. Minerva cried out.
"Oh god, Tom, please stop! I can't take it anymore! Please! I beg you!"
But instead Tom gripped her hair and forced her head back to meet his eyes, glowing bright red with furious triumph.
"Yes," he muttered, "I will ride you hard! There will be no mercy for you. Not until you surrender and tell me that I'm better than the old man at Hogwarts. Not until you cry out in ecstasy."
Tom's hands dropped to Minerva's breasts, squeezing and stroking, then slid down her sides. His whole weight rested on her now as he cupped and raised her for still greater penetration. Minerva screamed then and he stopped her mouth with his, not a kiss, but another attack, forcing her mouth open, bruising her lips. Tom thrust harder and faster, as though he would force her soul as he forced her body. In body or soul, somewhere he struck a barrier, and tore it down. One last time she screamed Minerva just lay there, her eyes gone glassy and empty. There was no more resistance. She lay there like a corpse. Tom laughed drunkenly and spilled himself deep into her womb.