Chapter 40 - Two Evils
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marysuevirus*gulp* I need a drink... *SOB*
btw, I figured that after Dobby left, the Malfoy's got another house elf... I don't know where one gets a new house elf, but... there you have it.
btw, I figured that after Dobby left, the Malfoy's got another house elf... I don't know where one gets a new house elf, but... there you have it.
Title: The Mary Sue Virus
Chapter Title: Two Evils
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations, Oral, Angst (This chapter: Non-con, Dub-con, slave, Voyeurism)
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters in this work of fiction and the world it is set in are the property of J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. Pictures. The original characters are the property of Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, Madapple and Polywolly, and are not to be used without the permission of those individuals. I am not making any money from this and it is purely a flight of fancy for the purpose of entertainment.
Chapter Title: Two Evils
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations, Oral, Angst (This chapter: Non-con, Dub-con, slave, Voyeurism)
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters in this work of fiction and the world it is set in are the property of J.K Rowling and Warner Bros. Pictures. The original characters are the property of Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, Madapple and Polywolly, and are not to be used without the permission of those individuals. I am not making any money from this and it is purely a flight of fancy for the purpose of entertainment.
Lucius flicked his wand and a bookcase moved, revealing a staircase seemingly leading to the lower levels of the house. Many of the older members, including both of the girls’ parents, excused themselves for the evening, wishing their host and hostess well as they left. Everyone else began to filter down the stairs. When they reached the bottom they entered a lavishly furnished room, not that much different from the study, except for a few details. On the far side of the room, several pairs of manacles hung from a rough stone wall. There was a large wooden cabinet in the far corner, and several small wooden antique looking tables scattered around the room between the lounges and chairs. In the stone wall there was a doorway, leading to a dark hallway that seemed to have several doors along it.
Hyacinth curled up in George’s lap, her legs flung over the arm of the chair they were in, his hands rested comfortably on her thighs. Azalea stretched out on the couch beside them with Oliver behind her, propped up on one elbow. As soon as they were comfortable, he resumed twisting his fingers in the chain around her neck. Most of the people in the room had the same lazy look that the four of them had as they lounged around. A house elf wandered in and out of the crowd with a tray of wine glasses. There was the occasional bit of laughter from one conversation or another. There were however a few individuals that gave both the girls pause. Peter Pettigrew sat near Bellatrix, looking desperately at every woman in the room with his watery eyes, and in the far back corner, Fenrir Greyback sat hunched and growling to himself, occasionally sniffing the air. When the tray of wine came near, he grabbed the tray itself, forcing the creature to return up the stairs to get more.
Finally, a single voice cut through the din. It was Snape. “I believe you mentioned having a… new toy, Lucius.” Snape grabbed another glass of wine as the new tray of glasses passed him. “Care to show us?”
The rattle of chains alerted everyone for the first time to the presence of a young woman curled up against the stone wall. Her ankle seemed to be chained there. It took a moment, but the girls came to recognize her. She’d be a student at Hogwarts a year or two younger than they were, in Ravenclaw, Azalea thought. She was muggleborn. Some had said she’d disappeared, some said she’d dropped out, but there she was, curled up on the Malfoy’s dungeon floor. Lucius walked slowly over to her. “Wake up, we have company.” There was a mocking tone in his voice. As she stirred, several of the others leaned in for a closer look. Though she’d been covered by a thin blanket as she slept, it was evident that she’d been naked underneath. She sat with her hands in her lap and her head bowed, obviously she’d been there long enough to know not to fight him. Lucius pulled her to her feet and walked her into the centre of the room and positioned one of the small wooden tables in front of her. It was just high enough for her to be bent over it.
The deatheaters sat and watched as the young woman was passed around to every man that showed an interest, most of the ones that didn’t directly participate sat and calmly sipped their wine or made small talk with each other over the grunts and groans. When they were done with her, she was walked back to her corner, and she went back to sleep.
Azalea felt a little sick. The casual disregard of the girl was getting to her, despite her upbringing. Fortunately, that same upbringing had taught her to hide her distaste well. She felt a slightly stronger pull on her necklace and leaned back into Oliver. She sighed and closed her eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair. She would have been content to ignore the goings on around her until she heard a distinct sniffing noise near her feet, followed by a sick deep chuckle. Her eyes popped open in horror.
“This one smells fresh.” Greyback sniffed at her again, his words slurring slightly. Azalea couldn’t help but wonder how much wine it took to get a werewolf that drunk. “Mmm… hasn’t even been touched today.” He chuckled again as she recoiled.
Oliver was on his feet in a flash, wand drawn and ready for a fight. “You so much as sniff her again and I’ll kill you where you stand.”
The sick chuckle started again. “You and what army, boy?”
Before Oliver could respond, Bellatrix rose from her seat near the middle of the room. “Now, now Greyback, that’s enough. I’m sure we can find something to satiate your appetite” An evil smirk crossed her lips as she turned to Oliver. “She’s offered her power to you, yes?” He nodded, not taking his eyes off the werewolf and not lowering his wand. “Then take her.” This caught his full attention. The tone in her voice left no room for misinterpretation and even if it had, the small table she kicked to him made things perfectly clear. Bella moved toward Azalea and lowered her voice. “This is what happens when you throw away your power.” She straightened herself up and her voice rose again. “Claim her now, or she is up for the taking.” Bella moved back to her seat. “Well?”
Oliver turned to look at Azalea for a moment. His mind raced, trying desperately to come up with any other option than the one presented to him. His gaze fell back on the werewolf who looked ready to pounce the moment he was given a chance. Azalea’s face stayed calm as he moved toward her, but in her eyes, he saw something he’d never seen when she looked at him before. Fear. Instinct told him to turn around and curse every person in the room, grab her and run for it, but he knew that would more than likely get them, and their friends killed. He closed his eyes for a second before reaching down and grabbing the chain around her neck, pulling her to her feet. In the back of both of their minds, her words from earlier echoed. Don’t hesitate. There is no place for compassion…
She could see the apologies forming in his eyes already. The I love yous, the I’m sorries. This is the lesser of two evils. The words became a mantra as she tried to block the whispers around her. She heard the quietest intake of breath as he ripped her skirt off, barely registering that, in fact, it was her own. He didn’t bother with the corset, or her thong as his weight pressed her against the edge of the table, bending her over and nudging her thighs apart. He nuzzled against her neck for a moment. “I’m sorry, Lea.” He barely breathed in her ear.
She desperately tried to will the tension in her body away and her grip on the table tightened. “I know.” She bit her lip as he pulled the tiny piece of lace and satin from her, tossing it to the floor beside them.
“No, no, no my dear. No biting your lovely lips. I want to hear each and every exquisite scream.” Bellatrix sipped her wine and a few more laughs erupted from different corners of the room, along with a few moans and sighs. It seemed that the other guests had begun to enjoy themselves.
Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t stop herself from crying out as he drove into her, pushing his entire length into her in one hard thrust. He set a brutal pace, obviously wanting to get it all over with as soon as possible and knowing that the death eaters expected nothing less. She could almost feel the bruises on her hips and along her waist forming as his grip tightened and she slammed repeatedly into the edge of the table. Her silent resolution not to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry went up in smoke and it didn’t take long for her screams to degrade to little more than whimpers. She clung to the table, knowing full well that he couldn’t show her any comfort here. For the first time she was relieved to feel him finally twitch inside her. As he pulled away, her legs gave out and she collapsed onto her hands and knees. She pulled herself back onto the couch and curled up. He collapsed beside her, feeling ill. The feeling intensified when he heard a quiet sob escape from Azalea.
As the others became entranced in their own pleasures, Oliver felt a distinctly female hand press a small vile into his. “No one’s watching. Take her upstairs. Wezen will have robes for her and some floo powder. She’ll feel better after that potion.” Narcissa’s voice was very soft, he could barely hear her.
“Why…”
She cut him off. “Because she isn’t the first one my dear sister has decided to educate in the dangers of losing one’s power.” There was a note of personal experience in her voice. He looked suspiciously at the vile. “It’s a pain relief potion. It won’t last long, but she’ll more than likely be over the worst of it before it wears off. Now go before anyone notices.” With that, she breezed back to her seat near her husband, idly running her hand along his thigh as Lucius pulled her closer. Oliver swept Azalea up into his arms and slipped up the stairs where the Malfoy’s house elf was waiting for them.
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Date: 2008-01-17 02:06 pm (UTC)One typo:
Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t stop herself from crying out as he drove into her, pushing his entire length into her in on hard thrust.
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Date: 2008-01-17 07:18 pm (UTC)I'm glad it's a good wow... actually, I'm just glad the damned thing is done and posted and I can move on. lol I've been in the worst mood while working on this!
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Date: 2008-01-17 04:08 pm (UTC)um, yeah. it was really great, Daz. really good. *wanders back to her corner to ponder dark things*
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Date: 2008-01-17 07:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-18 04:03 am (UTC)and i had no idea that the toy was going to be passed around. when did that come about? that didn't fall into what we discussed. or have you not gotten to that bit yet?
or am i simply confused? tune in tomorrow to find out. same bat time, same bat channel....
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Date: 2008-01-18 04:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-17 10:33 pm (UTC)Poor, Poor Azalea.
I'm not smiling anymore.
Wow.
*deep breath*
~Mad
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Date: 2008-01-17 10:37 pm (UTC)And as I said in the authors note at the beginning... I need a drink.
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Date: 2008-01-18 01:15 am (UTC)Mmm....and I was thinking I'd have to keep Mutant Sue all light and fun.
**Curls up in a corner with Vic and LDF**
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Date: 2008-01-18 01:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-18 02:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-01-18 02:16 am (UTC)