Severus sat alone in a large private study of the Malfoy manor. Though attendance was mandatory, he often chose solitude at these Deatheater gatherings. Once the formal business was complete, his fellowmen would partake in their perverse parties, but he often adjourned to this particular study. He was very rarely bothered here. This was a favorite room of Abraxas Malfoy, the former patriarch of the Malfoy family. Severus often mused that Lucius was too afraid to ever enter this room. It lay mostly untouched since Abraxas's death many years ago.
It was a severe looking room, white marble tile floors, black walls with gold filigree accents. Dramatic black curtains which hung from floor to ceiling and stopped any daylight from penetrating. Not that there was any light at this hour. A fire roared in the hearth before him. The heat radiating out caused the room to be hotter than Severus's liking, but he deserved to burn in hell, so he might as well get used to it.
Severus could hear the muffled reverie coming from the large ballroom in the manor. A glass, nearly empty of its cognac, sat in his hand. He was lost in deep thoughts of regret having witnessed his colleague and friend, Charity Burbage murdered. He wondered how many senseless deaths Voldemort was going to cause before this was all over. How many could Severus prevent, but wouldn't.
He sipped the contents of his glass hating Albus Dumbledore. It was Dumbledore who forced him into this role. Dumbledore, who was dead now, at Severus's own hands, no less. How easy it could be, now that he was gone, Severus didn't have to be loyal to him anymore. Severus may have had a change of convictions, but he could change them again. It would be so much easier to just accept Voldemort's new world order. He could perhaps seek a quieter life for himself. There certainly was no shortage of Deatheater's vying to replace his position at the Dark Lord's right hand.
He was brought out of his thoughts as he heard a knock at the door. It was so faint, he could hardly be sure it was a knock. A moment later, the door opened. He heard the clicking of heels on the marble floor approach him. The steps were unsteady as if made by someone who is not used to such a shoe.
A small young woman circled around his chair. She was tiny, petite, barely 5 ft tall, even in her unsteady high-heeled shoes. Blond hair in a bob-cut, and a round upturned nose, gave her a mousy appearance. He recognized her to be Potentia Cupidus, a former student of his. She wore a tight black dress and high heeled shoes, which was uncharacteristic of this girl. At least as far as Severus knew. He recalled her being a student not too long ago. She did have lots of friends, but always dressed modestly. She was always nervous when called upon and received average marks. She was a Slytherin and he further recalled wondering, at one point, what she was doing in his own house. She never seemed particularly cunning or clever. She passed her courses, graduated and little else about her was worth remembering.
"The dark lord sent me. He said you needed company." She said softly looking at the floor.
Severus knows that to fall short on any of Voldemort's orders could mean certain death. Especially for one so low in the ranks as her. Severus noticed she didn't even have a dark mark yet.
"Sit over there." He said with no emotion to his voice. If the girl was given an order, and if that was just to be company, then fine. She could fulfill her duty on the couch across the room. And she better do it silently.
Severus sipped his cognac thinking. This stupid girl. Did she even know what she was doing here? Did she even want to be here? Not even marked and following Voldemort's orders. Then it occurred to him. Draco Malfoy. Draco was never given a choice. His options were taken the moment his parents became Deatheater's. As a punishment to Lucius for a failure, Voldemort tasked Draco with killing Albus Dumbledore believing Draco would fail and be killed in the process. Dumbledore forced Severus to complete the task instead. The same will be true for this girl. Soon enough Voldemort will assign her an impossible task to complete. Should she fail, Voldemort's favorite punishment would be doled out to make an example.
A realization struck Severus. Was this girl sent here as a punishment? Was she being tested? Was he being tested? The dark lord seemed to have no end to his cruel and unusual tests of loyalty.
Severus looked over to the girl. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen, Sir." She said, still looking down. She sat upright, both feet on the floor, her hands fidgeting in her lap, either out of nervousness or fear. Severus couldn't tell.
Thank Merlin, he thought, she was a legal adult at least, but still very much a child. He tried not to think about her as a student. She was practically half his age. Nearly the same age as Severus when he so desperately wanted to become a Deatheater. Severus finished his drink and set the glass on a table next to his chair. He sighed.
"Come" He said.
She stood and walked over to him. Slightly shaky. Standing before him she looked even smaller. He recalled her Deatheater parents were of small stature, and that gene was certainly not lost on her either.
"I will not 'fuck' you." He said. He hated using such vulgar language, but knew he had a role to play in this disgusting charade.
The girl began to stammer. "I… I… want you to." She admitted.
Severus sat stunned. Expressionless. "Want me to?" He asked with a note of suspicion.
"Yes…. I want…I mean… the Dark Lord…" She looked like she was trying to muster up some courage. She was meek and soft spoken. There likely wasn't an ounce of bravery within her.
"Do not be timid" He commanded. "If there is something you want from me, then spit it out already!"
She sighed. Severus realized she wasn't scared. She was just nervous like any other time she was required to speak in class. "The Dark Lord didn't send me." She admitted. "I…. wanted to come… I want you to fuck me." The word sounded foreign as it left her child-like mouth. She looked like it was taking all of her strength to do so, but she slowly raised her head to look him in the eye.
Severus pinched the bridge of his nose, closed his eyes and sighed. "Why?" Was all he could say.
She took an annoyingly long time to respond. As if she was trying to find the right words. Finally, she took a deep breath, and said with her shaky, meek voice. "I've been with boys…. I don't find them impressive. I want…. a chance to be pow…. Be with a powerful man. If this war is going to happen…. and it's likely to soon. I might die….. I want to feel powerful, even if it's just once"
Severus considered her words carefully. It was true that the war was brewing. If the Deatheaters' upcoming attempt to stop Harry Potter failed, then a war wasn't just possible, it was imminent.
Severus pulled his wand from his sleeve and before the girl had any time to react. "Legilimens!" The spell sent him sailing into her thoughts. He saw her desires, he saw her picturing herself naked, wrapped in his arms, kissing him. More visions floated across his eyes. Her tiny body on top of him, holding him down. while he writhed in ecstasy. She had been envisioning his head buried between her legs and he could feel the excitement she got from these fantasies. Severus removed himself from her thoughts.
She was swooning, breathing heavily, nearly about to faint. He stood rapidly and caught her just before she fell to the hard marble floor.
He picked her tiny body up and walked her to the couch. Her shoes slipped off her feet as he carried her. He set her down gently and knelt on the floor at her side. Her eyes were fluttering as she regained control of her mind again. "What was that?" She asked dreamily.
"I needed to see your thoughts. I needed to know if you were being coerced." Severus would not have anything to do with a woman who may be under duress.
She sat up slowly. And put her arms around him. Against every fiber of his being that was screaming for him not to, he kissed her. She was naive, but certainly no stranger to it. His lips parted and forced their way into her mouth. She was surprised by the roughness, but joined in and with nearly more vigor than he.
As he kissed her, Severus could only wonder what was this young woman doing here. She didn't even have a dark mark yet. She could run. She could flee. She could escape to any corner of the Earth she wanted. She could find a good man and have a family or a career, but here she is wanting him and his "power." And he began to hate her for it.
Little fool that she was. Severus wanted to make her regret her fantasies. To teach her that her desires were useless in this world. He stopped kissing her mouth and moved to her neck. He began to bite and suck welts into her skin. He gripped her shoulders tightly in his hands holding her in place, knowing his fingers would leave bruises. He could hear whimpers of pain escaping her.
He let his hands snake their way to her back. He felt the zipper to her dress and attempted to pull it down, but only made it a short distance before it seemed to get caught. Severus's frustration was palpable. He gripped both hands on the exposed teeth of the zipper and ripped it apart destroying the dress. She inhaled sharply, frightened by the sudden violent act. What remained of the garment clung loosely to her. He forced it off of her. She was naked, she wore no panties or bra under the dress. She didn't even have her wand on her. Another silly element to her ridiculous fantasy, no doubt. Severus stood towering over her on the couch.
"This is what you want?" He sneered scowling down at her.
She took a deep breath. "Yes" she said meekly.
"You'll find no romance here, girl. No 'happily ever after.' If you want power you have to be strong enough to endure the pain that comes with it. This will be your only opportunity to escape." Severus meant every word of it. He wanted her to seize that opportunity, to escape. If she didn't, she would likely be damned. A Deatheater's fortune was often a brutal demise.
"I understand." She said timidly.
Severus frowned at her. He was angry with her, disappointed. He did not want to do this, but knew he must go through with it; lest this girl expose him. It may not be a test from Voldemort, but it was a test. If he shooed her away she would talk about it. Deatheater's gossiped worse than housewives and he knew there were dozens who would relish an opportunity to weaken his position. He would have to don this sick persona. His loathing of this stupid girl was growing. He wanted to frighten her, but her desire to achieve greatness was strong within her. She just chose the wrong side, the wrong convictions. And by Gods, she was such a fool for it. If only she could see how absurd the new world would be, how stupid her desires were.
Severus brought his hands to his belt and undid the clasp, next the buttons of the trousers, and then pulled his pants and under garments down to his thighs. His penis wasn't erect. He was not aroused by her.
"Make it hard, girl!" He barked at her .
She jumped at his command, but followed orders. She bent forward on the couch, placing both her tiny hands on his thighs and licked at the flaccid shaft that hung between his legs. Severus closed his eyes. He couldn't stand seeing her in this position. He felt her thin tiny fingers gripping the shaft so she could suck more of him into her mouth. Severus felt the blood rushing, involuntarily, to his member. He was growing bigger and stiffer as she unskillfully felatioed him. He could feel her tongue swirling around the flesh of his cock. As his erection grew, her ability to suck in and out became more difficult for her.
Severus gripped a handful of her hair and forced her mouth down onto his cock. Another frightened whimper escaped her, muffled by the hard flesh filling her mouth. He pressed her further in and then out. She didn't try to pull away. He was waiting for her to push him back. He wanted her scared of his cock. Wanted her to NOT want it inside of her, but her protests never came. He let her hair go and grabbed her shoulders, his nails digging into her pale flesh.
"Enough" He barked, pushing her away forcefully.
She shuddered slightly. Fear of violence against her radiating. He could tell she was anticipating him to hit her. She scrunched her eyes shut, waiting to feel his fists assault her. He paused a moment staring down at her, hoping she would get up and flee from the room, but she remained still. She was willing and ready to suffer whatever it would take to increase her status.
He pivoted his stance and sat on the couch next to her. Gripping her arm tightly, he pulled her up onto his lap. He gave no warning, no time for her to anticipate the pain she was about to experience. He let her arm go and moved his hands to her hips. She was so light, lifting her was hardly any feat of strength. Using swift force, and knowing his grip would cause her hips to bruise, he pulled her down onto his cock.
"Ahhhh!" She cried out. Severus was surprised that even in the midst of her fear and nervousness, she was wet, likely still turned on by her silly, romantic notions. Severus was about to shatter those fantasies. He did not want her to return to him a second time. He did not want her to have fond memories of this night. He pulled her up and down on his cock. The tightness of one so young and small, he couldn't deny it felt good. He kept his eyes closed concentrating on the sensation and not wanting to look at the girl.
She moaned in pain, not pleasure, Severus was not going to let her enjoy any moment of this encounter. If it was power she wanted to feel, as he told her, she would have to earn it. He felt sweat forming on her body, up and down he continued to pull her. He began to bite and suck welts into her chest. He grabbed one of her breasts, gripping it tightly and his fingernails dug into the soft supple skin. He bit the areola above her nipple and sucked fiercely. The taste of copper arrived on his tongue letting him know this would leave a deep, dark welt on her.
He kept her on top of his lap, straddling him, keeping one hand tightly on her tiny waist, if she gave the slightest movement to indicate she wanted off, he would let her go. He wanted her to say no, tell him he was hurting her and he would have stopped immediately. But she remained within the constraints of her own selfish wants. She wanted power so badly, she was willing to endure torture for it, and the longer she did, the more anger he felt.
He moved his hands to her arms, gripping her forcefully and pulling her off him. Severus threw her light body onto her back. With the exception of his trousers at his thighs, he was fully dressed in stark contrast to her nakedness. He swooped over on top of her, covering her entire body with his own. He reached his hand down and guided his cock into her once more with greater thrust.
She cried out in pain again, but never pushed him off. Severus thrust in and out of her, using all the speed and power he had in him. He grabbed her leg that dangled off the couch and pulled her knee up to her chest, he shifted his body so he could attack her from such an angle that drove him deeper inside her. He felt her body tense, the sweat beading along her face and chest.
Severus felt his climax coming on. He focused hard on it, wanting it to come quickly so he could be done with this. He closed his eyes once more, trying to remove his mindset from this ordeal. More and more he buried himself impossibly deep inside of her. Severus felt her muscles straining where he held her leg in place, felt her skin raising where he scratched his nails into her. He could taste the welts forming as he continued to find new untouched skin he hadn't assaulted.
Severus turned his breaths into dark growls, grunting into her ear, trying to make himself sound as animalistic as he could. The girl continued to whimper and moan.
Finally his orgasm struck him. Using a renewed sense of stamina, Severus labored on with his thrusts, pinning her shoulders down into the cushions of the couch as it washed over him. And as abruptly as it came, the sensation passed. As if his own climax didn't want to be in this position anymore than he did. As he finished he looked at her. Her eyes were screwed shut and tears were streaming down her face. Severus pulled back off of her.
He stood and immediately began to fix his clothing. He pulled his trousers back up, tucked his shirt in, fastened his buttons and belt. He continued to look down at her naked body as he smoothed his shirt. She had opened her eyes and was looking up at him as if awaiting his approval.
She looked small and pathetic to him now. Bruises, welts, bites and scratches marred her previously perfect skin. Severus scowled. He spoke very slowly and clearly to her. "Power isn't everything."
He turned towards the armchair he was occupying previously. He retrieved his wand, glass, and the bottle of cognac from the small table. Without another glance he exited the room. Severus left the girl behind without even a second thought. He left her vulnerable, naked, with no wand; nothing but a ripped dress and the marks he left on her.