Farm

Herochick007

Summary:

Voldemort wants a pure blood army. He has all pure blood females taken, to give birth to his army.

written for Evil Author's Day - This may or may not ever be finished.

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Notes:

A thing I wrote, might never finish. Do mind the tags.

Work Text:

Ginny opened her eyes to darkness. She was shivering, cold, afraid. There were sounds coming form the left. She sat up slowly, looking around as her eyes adjusted. Luna, she could see Luna's face peering at her.

"Got you too?"

'Who? Where are we, what's going on?"

"Rounding up all the pure blood girls, ones that are old enough to produce children. Lord You Know Who wants an army and he thinks we can give it to him. He's breeding us," Pansy answered, sniffling. "Although why he's taken a blood traitor like you, I have no idea."

"Hush it, this isn't the time for fighting. They're coming back again tonight."

"Who is?"

"The Death eaters, every three nights, they come and take us one by one, if we're lucky... if' we're lucky we wont..." Luna's voice railed off as the sound of foot steps echoed outside the room. Ginny wrapped her arms around herself, determined not to be taken, to get away. The door flew open and several men in mask leered at the girls.

"On your feet," one demanded, Ginny didn't move. She was grabbed by her arm and yanked from the dingy bed. She could see one of them grab Luna, another Pansy, and a fourth walking over to the back corner and pulling out a girl Ginny didn't even recognize. She was yanked down the hallway to another room, this one contained nothing more than a bed. She was thrown roughly on to the bed.

"Strip," the Death Eater demanded. Ginny glared at him, refusing to do as he commanded.

"Then I'll strip you," he leered, ripping her clothing from her body, leaving long scratches, once she was naked, He forced her down on to the bed, face first. She kicked and screamed. He only laughed.

"You're going to take some breaking in, aren't you?" he asked. She was flipped over, her hands bound and her legs spread apart, each tied to something to keep her from kicking.

"Now, let's get the Dark Lord's army started, shall we?" he asked, grabbing a vial and forcing her to drink the contents. The affect was immediate. Her body felt like it was on fire, like if she didn't come right that moment she as going to die, to burn up. She arched against the bindings, tears in her eyes.

"Ahh, good, that's a good girl," he said, brushing his finger against her cheek. She tried to shake her head, to keep him from touching her.

"I would bind you, but it doesn't work as well if I use the spell, something about the way the magics work."

Ginny felt the heat rising again, her body screaming at her to do something, anything to stop it. She arched again, her breathing become more and more rapid.

"I should just let you suffer, leave you all tied up, leave you like this, make sure you know your place, you little witch. He wouldn't like that much, though, wouldn't like me not filling you, not using you to create his army, one night, though, the idea of one night pure torture for you," he hissed in her ear. She tried to stop moving, tried to control the feelings in her body, the way it was reacting to his voice, the way it was reacting to him being near.

"You need to finish,don't you need your release, you won't get it, not unless I give it to you. That's the way the potion was deigned, a brilliant little piece of work, isn't it?" he asked. Ginny was panting now, sweat running down her face. She couldn't... she couldn't take this much longer. She could feel her wetness running down her own legs, the bed soaking beneath her.

"Are you going to behave yourself now? That little stunt, the kicking and creaming, while someone might like that, I like my witches silent," he barked, causing Ginning to moan loudly. She was going to die here, die because he wouldn't save her. Tears started running down her face. She couldn't see his face, but knew he was smiling.

"Might as well give you want you want now that you're little show has given me what I want," he stated, parting his robes to reveal his hard and ready cock. He pushed her against the bed, which caused her to arch her back, screaming as he climbed on top of her, screaming even louder as he pushed against her, finally entering her. Her screams changed from fear, rage, to pleasure, unable able to contain herself anymore, unable to stop what was happening to her body, she came, her vagina tightening around his cock. She felt him release, felt him cum hot against her insides. She came again as he finished, this time whimpering, crying as she felt her body betray her, as she felt nothing but pure pleasure overriding every other emotion in her body. He climbed off of her.

"Now, we'll see if that worked, you certainly were good enough, weren't you?" he asked, grabbing her and yanking her from the bed, the restraints breaking as he pulled her. She tried to fight him off, but her body wasn't responding, her mind wasn't responding as he threw her back into the dark room she'd woken up in. It was lit now, and she watched as he slammed the heavy metal door, leaving her laying on the dirty tile floor. She looked around, her entire body shaking. There were rows of beds, at least ten on each side, they were bare except for a mattress and what appeared to maybe be a tattered looking blanket. A small sink and chamber pot were in the far back corner. Ginny trembled, trying to climb to her feet. Her entire body ached and she felt nothing but embarrassment and the cold. She realized she was currently alone, and she wondered how long it would be before the other girls were brought back, most likely in the same state she was currently in. The door opened and Luna was pushed inside, she walked like she was in a trance as she sat down on one of the beds. Ginny managed to get up and walk over to her.

"Luna, you alright?"

"What? Oh, I'm fine. I had Draco tonight," she whispered, a smile crossing her face. "He's not like the others."

Ginny blinked wondering what that meant exactly. She was yanked from her thoughts by the door opening again. Pansy stumbled in, looking less cocky that she had before. Behind Pansy came the girl Ginny didn't know.

"That's everyone," Luna whispered, as Pansy sobbed into a pillow. The door opened again and they all turned to look. Two more girls were thrown in, unlike the others, they were still wearing proper clothing. Ginny blinked at them, she knew the one was Astoria Greengrass from her year, the other must be her sister Daphne.

"Fucking wankers!" Daphne screamed, pounding her fists on the door. Astoria had already sank onto one of the beds. Her face sallow and her eyes rimmed with red.

"What now?" Ginny asked, looking at everyone.

"Now we try to sleep and hope to every deity you believe in that you didn't conceive," Pansy said, crawling into one of the beds. Ginny blinked. Breeding... that's what Luna had said in the beginning, that Lord Voldemort was trying to breed an army. How would that even work? Babies couldn't fight, couldn't even hold their own heads up, and it took nine months for a baby to be born...Ginny shook her head, this plan of his made no sense. With that thought in her head, she allowed herself to close her eyes and start falling asleep.

The pain woke Ginny, a stabbing pain in her lower body, a pain so strong she tried to roll over and empty her stomach, only to find she couldn't could roll over, that she couldn't move properly at all. She yanked the thin blanket from her body. Her belly was swollen, sticking out largely. Her eyes widened as she started to scream, unable to believe what she was seeing.

"Ginny? Oh! Someone get Hannah." She heard Luna's voice yell. Soon, Luna was at her side.

"Luna? Luna, what's happening, I can't... I mean," Ginny sobbed.

"It's the potion they force on us, makes us give birth within hours of conception. That's how he's doing it, how he's creating his army. After.. we don't know what happens for sure, but we think the children age at a rapid rate. They take them the moment they draw first breath."

Ginny blinked, trying not to cry as the pain became more and more frequent.

"Who is it?" Ginny heard someone ask.

"Over here, Hannah. Hannah's our mediwitch, well close as we've got to one," Luna said, stepping back. Ginny blinked peering through the pain and the darkness. She recognized Hannah from school.

"Hey, Ginny, it's going to be alright. Hold still, you're further along that I'd hoped. I would have come sooner, knowing...but never mind that. You've got to push, Ginny. I know it hurts, but they won't let me give you anything. Apparently pain potions interfere with all the other things they give you."

Ginny glared at Hannah, trying to get a deep breath in.

"Alright, get ready, now, push," Hannah ordered. Ginny didn't want to, she didn't want the pain to get worse, she didn't want to give into this, but her body had a mind of its own. She pushed through the pain, panting when it stopped for a second.

"You're doing great, the room is silenced, you can be as loud as you want, now, again, you're almost there," Hannah promised. Ginny did as she was told, the world going red with pain. Soon the cries of a newborn filled the room. Ginny stared at the baby. Before she had a chance to say anything, the door flew open and one of the Death Eaters, she couldn't tell which one, took the child from Hannah's arms and left.

"They always take them, the instant they draw their first breath," Hannah whispered. She attended Ginny on and off for the rest of the night, helping her through everything that came after. Ginny watched as two more newborns were ripped from their mothers' arms.

"How long?"

"How long what?"

"How long until they do it again?"

"Three days, it's always three days between mating," Hannah answered. Ginny's eyes narrowed, looking at Hannah.

"Did they rape you too?"

"They did, at first, but after five times, five times where I didn't conceive, they did spells on me, found out I can't have children. They found another use for me, to make sure you don't die in childbirth. If you're dead, you can't give them what they want. If one of you dies, they'll probably kill me. If I even attempt to help any of you in any other way, well, they'll torture me," Hannah said softly. "I'm as much a prisoner here as any of you."

Ginny spent the next three days trying to figure out how to escape. The food appeared from nowhere, probably brought by a house elf, but since she couldn't see it, she couldn't catch it. Not that any elf employed here would help them escape, the elves would be too loyal for that.

"We've got to figure out a way to get out of here. I mean, there must be something," she said, her eyes burning with determination.

"And if we escape, then what?" Pansy asked. "Where would we go? They'll find out, figure out where we went. They always find us. Millicent got away once, the only one, look at her now," Pansy said, pointing to the girl Ginny hadn't recognized. She couldn't believe it was Millicent. She remembered Millicent's broad shoulders, the way she towered over everyone, a forced to be reckoned with. This Millicent was malnourished, so thin Ginny could almost see her ribs. There was a chunk missing from her nose, if Ginny looked closely, really looked, she could tell it was her, but the difference was shocking.

"What did they do to her?"

"No idea, she won't tell anyone, won't even talk now, save to scream when she delivers. She's had two now."

"This happens every time?"

"Yes," Luna answered, folding the blanket on her bed. "Every time, one of us, or more than one of us... they always take the babies away. We don't even know if they're alive."

"If he wants an army, he'd keep them alive, wouldn't he?" Ginny asked, knowing Lord Voldemort was evil, but this... this was a whole level of cruelty she'd never imagined.

"Not if they're squibs," Pansy pointed out. "If they're like that, what use would they be to him?"

"What if we rush the door, over power them when they come again?" Daphne asked

"Won't work, they always send more Death Eaters than there are girls, and we have no weapons. They have wands."

"Not if we take them," Astoria pointed out, raising her head and looking around at everyone. "I can't...I can't get pregnant, if I do...I'll die," she whispered. Daphne wrapped an arm around her, holding her tightly.

"She's right, there's a blood curse, I don't know why they took her, she's of no use to them."

"Maybe they found a way around it? Found a curse breaker that'll take care of it? Who knows," Pansy grumbled.

Luna looked at the door. Ginny heard the sound of footsteps. Trying to escape tonight... that might be a bad idea, but she wasn't one to make the best choices sometimes. The door opened and she charged at the Death Eaters, trying to grab one's wand. They only laughed, one grabbing her by the wrist and holding her above the ground, while the rest of them picked a girl and dragged her from the room.

"You really think that hasn't been tried before, princess?" the Death Eater holding her asked. She kicked at him, he only shook his head, carrying her from the room to another one like the one she'd been in last time. This time, her legs were instantly tied, her arms spread above her head and tied to ropes coming from the wall.

"I heard rave reviews of your last time, how you screamed and screamed for my brother, how you gave him a lovely son to join our army, let's see if you're as good to me," he stated, drawing a vial from his robes. It was the same as the one she'd been given last time. She remembered Luna telling her what it was, what it did. She kept turning her head back and forth, trying to do anything to keep it from entering her mouth. He let out a low chuckle.

"Do you really think you can get away that easily, to have me splash it over your flesh instead of your mouth, princess. I could just pour it over you, let it absorb into your skin, but then where would the fun be in that?" he asked, finally grabbing her chin and holding her face still as he poured the liquid into her mouth. Once again it was like fire had been poured over her. She wasn't even sure if she was healed from giving birth three nights ago, but her body wanted him, wanted him so badly she couldn't control the sounds coming from her mouth, she could hear herself begging, pleading with him to finish her, to just do it, save her this pain!

"Oh princess, why would I want to do that, I mean, I know the point of this whole thing is for you to conceive another child, but have you ever thought that maybe I would like to enjoy myself?" he asked, running his fingers down her naked body. She moaned softly, her nipples starting to harden. He looked at them and slowly brought his fingers to them, circling them as she screamed and moaned, unable to finish without him. He dropped his robe, standing before her.

"Now, let's see what you can do for me, my little princess," he said, kneeling over her, touching her lips with the tip of his cock. She tried to keep her mouth closed, but he grabbed her cheeks, forcing it open and shoving himself into her mouth. He continued holding her cheeks, keeping her from biting as he trust back and forth. Ginny felt herself becoming wetter and wetter, felt herself tightening, and a long primal moan escaped her lips.

"You like that, don't you,"he stated, sliding from her mouth and dragging his cock down her body until he finally entered her. Her release was almost too much, as she screamed, arching against him, her vision blurred as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. Soon, his heat filled her, overflowed out of her, covering her bush, her legs. She screamed as he came again, sending her into yet another orgasm. She couldn't stop, that one became two, then three. He kept thrusting into her until he came again, his hands cupping her breasts as she screamed, finally finished and raw. He climbed off her, looking her over. She was panting, trying to catch her breath, trying to make the world stop spinning.

"He wasn't wrong about you, princess," he laughed, pulling her from the bed, the ropes releasing her as he yanked. He tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her back to the room. Once there, he tossed her on one of the beds, having no way of knowing which was hers. He left, the door slamming behind him. Luna and Pansy were already back, already tending to each other.

"Ginny, you alright?"

Ginny nodded, biting her lip as tears started to fall from her eyes. She needed to get out of here, she needed to escape. Daphne, Astoria, and Millicent were all brought back, each thrown into the room roughly, each in various stages of shock, of shame at what had been done to them.

"Who had Draco?" Pansy finally asked.

"How can you tell, they keep those awful masks on the whole time!" Daphne asked.

"Because at least Draco doesn't rape you," Pansy snapped back. Ginny ignored her, curling into a ball on her bed, letting the tears fall. How could they be alright after all this, how could they even begin to heal, even if they could escape?

"Me," Astoria answered. "He didn't... he didn't touch me, I know he was supposed to, what he was supposed to do, but he didn't."

"He won't. Draco won't be with any of us, he can't even get hard for a witch, no matter what potions he takes, whoever gets him is lucky, gets a reprieve for one night. Might as well head to sleep, see who got unlucky this time," Pansy said, pulling the thin blanket over herself.

Ginny felt Luna put a blanket over her.

"We'll get through this," Luna whispered. Ginny only nodded, turning her head as she heard the door click, Hannah stepping into the room ready to help deliver another round of Death Eater babies.

The taste of bile filled Ginny's mouth, she sat up slowly, throwing up next to her bed. No, no, not again, she could see her stomach starting to swell. She wasn't in labor yet, but it was only a matter of time.

"Hannah?" she called out, her voice trembling. She didn't want to do this, have this baby. She couldn't, they'd just take it, she bit her lip, crossing her legs.

"Ginny, I'm here."

"I can't do this, not again," Ginny sobbed, her body shaking.

"I know, I know you don't want to do this, but you have to."

"If I fight it, if I don't push..."

"You'll die, they take the baby anyway. You'll only be hurting yourself," Hannah whispered, looking defeated, as though she'd seen more death than any person should ever have to endure.

"I don't want this," Ginny screamed, tears streaming down her face as she felt a wetness between her legs. The baby was coming. Within minutes the air was filled screams; Ginny's, Pansy's, Daphne's. Then the sound of crying newborns, the door swinging open, the babies ripped from their mothers' arms. Ginny was too numb to do anything, her entire body aching from the birth, having her second child snatched from her.

Luna was sitting next to her, wiping the sweat, the tears from her face.

"Rest, you'll need your strength, only three days until they come back," she reminded Ginny. Ginny nodded, her exhausted mind determined to come up with a plan before then, a way out before then.

Ginny spent the better part of the next three days recovering.

"They'll take you anyway, no matter how hard it was," Pansy said, "that's what happened to Katie. She had something go wrong, the baby died. They still took her, raped her, she died that night, screaming in pain, in agony."

"I've got a plan," Ginny finally admitted, looking at her comrades. Hannah was there as well from some reason. She wondered if Hannah was a spy, but it didn't matter. She just hoped she could rely on her for that part of the plan.

"Really?"

"Yes, Hannah, you can come and go, you're going to let us out."

"I can't! They'll kill me!" Hannah protested, staring at Ginny.

"Not if you come with us," Ginny pointed out.

"If they find us again-"

"They won't! I know of somewhere we can go, somewhere I'm one of the secret keepers. They won't be able to find us."

"Oh, Grimmauld place?" Luna asked. Ginny shook her head. No, they'd be watching there. Besides, Harry was secret keeper if the place was even still under the enchantment.

"No, somewhere else. Trust me, if you let me, if we work together, I can get us to safety," Ginny promised. The girls started nodding, thinking about the idea of escaping.

"What's stopping us from leaving now, this minute?" Pansy asked, although she already knew the answer, although she knew it wasn't possible until tonight. She wanted out as much as Ginny.

"There's still a ward on the door, the one the Death Eaters come in from. They only drop it on breeding night, remember?"

Pansy nodded, frowning and glaring at the door.

"So the plan is, once they put us back in for the night, before the babies start to pop. We're giong to leave. It's the only time we can. The ward is still down because Hannah needs to come and go, apparently they can't just ward it to allow certain people. Hannah will open the door to our room.

"But then what, what will we do once we get past the ward? If we're going to the main part of the manor, or wherever this is, won't they see us?"

"I've got that covered," Hannah explained. "the door opens to a long hallway, there's plenty of offshoots, we'll duck down one of them they don't all lead to the main part of the house. There's one I'm fairly certain that leads outside, to the gardens I think. We can apparate from there."

"But to where?" Millicent asked, having finally walked over and joined the group.

"I'll tell you all the location once we're outside, that way there's no chance of them finding out where we're going," Ginny promised.

"Then let's do this, let's get out of here," Daphne stated, holding Astoria close.

As usual the door opened and the room flooded with Death Eaters. Ginny fought, as always, even though she hoped the plan would work, that she'd be free tonight, she still didn't want them hurting her. She kicked this one in the groin, watching him laugh.

"Do you really think we'd have not protected ourselves?" he asked, yanking her into one of the rooms. This time when she touched the bed, the robes wrapped around her middle, holding her from moving her arms. Her feet were free at the moment, she kicked them, kicking the air, trying to keep him from coming closer to her, from pouring the potion in her mouth. She couldn't do it, couldn't do it again. She writhed, the ropes cutting her arms, her stomach, her breasts.

"They said you were a fighter, thought they'd have knocked the fight right out of you, but apparently not. Now, how about you be a good little blood traitor and do something right for once, stop fighting," he said, standing at the foot of the bed where Ginny couldn't reach.

"Never," she spat, yanking herself against the ropes.

"Good, I enjoy it so much more when I take what I want, when they don't give me what I want. You going to scream for me?" he asked, walking around the bed. He rean a hand up Ginny's body, the part held by the ropes. He touched her stomach, his long fingers spreading across her skin.

"I believe you know exactly what this does, don't you," he asked, pulling out the familiar vial. Ginny spat at him again Maybe if she could keep him from her, keep him from... was it even possible?

"So you know, gotten used to it yet, traitor. Do you like how it feels, how we you get wanting to finsih, needing to finish, knowing you have no control over anything, no control of your own body. I control everything and tonight, I want to play with my new toy. So, we're going to this how I want and you're going to fight me every step of the way because the idea of giving in, the idea of letting me take what I want from you, giving me what I want, you can't fathom that, can you?" he asked.

Ginny didn't answer, she glared at him, wiggling against the robes. They tightened slightly, and new ones appeared, wrapping around her ankles, pulling her legs apart. She tried to keep her knees together, ignoring the pain it caused her.

"Now that I've got you completely bound, oh," he paused, looking at her. "You've tore your skin against those robes, didn't you, did it hurt?" he asked, tracing his fingers over where the ropes had cut into Ginny's skin. She hissed in pain

That hurts, don't it, well, I know how to make it all better, make it something else, something more pleasurable," he said, his voice still silky smooth. Ginny knew she'd heard it before, then again, she'd heard plenty of Death Eaters speak before. He was standing by her head now, stroking her hair.

"It's softer than I thought, is the rest of it this soft? It does match nicely," he commented, running his hand over the puff of hair where her legs met. She jerked away, trying to keep him from touching her, wondering just how long she could prolong him not doing more than that.

"You do like fighting, don't you, now let's see about fixing that." He uncorked the vial, grabbed Ginny's hair, holding her in place. Instead of just pouring it like the first two had, he dribbled a few drops into her mouth. She tried to spit them out, trying to get it off her tongue. The effect wasn't as bad with less of the potion, the heat only a dull simmer, a dull ache in her body. She could handle this, the dull ache, the longing. What was he doing, why was he doing this? She didn't have time to wonder before he'd thrown his robe aside, before he was kneeling on top of her, squeezing her cheeks, forcing her mouth to stay open. She could feel her teeth pressing against the flesh of her cheeks. She could feel his erection pushing against her slightly. The sensation wasn't dire, she didn't feel the need like she had before. This was almost worse, feeling her body starting to get wet, feeling it betray her.

"You are perfect, you know that, a perfect little blood traitor, and already given two wizards for my lord's arm. He even talked about taking you himself, but tonight, I get to have you as my own, to see if I can break you where others have failed," he stated, pressing the tip of his cock into her. Ginny fought to close her mouth, but he pressed her cheeks harder, the potion suddenly filling her mouth as her body arched hard against his, as the whole world seemed to go red.