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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Note: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
(Sexual torture)
RESCUE
~~~ THURSDAY 26^TH AUGUST ~~~
The would-be rescuers collapsed into comfortable chairs in the Tabernacle and Igor found the ashen faced Sages some recuperative brandy. Ivanova took Draco’s camera and processed the images; then she also needed some of the reviving spirits. Steeling themselves, the Sages sat around the desk and analysed what was on the monitors.
The first shots were of themselves enjoying the fun in the Tivoli Gardens. Draco’s camera skills under Dudley’s tuition had become more proficient as the images progressed. This part provided a little light relief. Then things grew more serious.
“How come we never noticed those four in masks and capes in the background?”
“I think our Auror senses were on hold. We were too absorbed in enjoying ourselves. There were others around with funny masks, look at those people at the side.”
“Better not tell Kingsley, he’d be furious because we slackened our vigilance.”
“Yes well … On to more serious things …”
This sequence of Draco’s video revealed that Hermione and Ronald were in the dacha, naked and the centre of attention. Their hands were tied behind their backs so that they were completely defenceless. Collars round their necks were suspended by cords from the ceiling. As with Harry and Draco in Istanbul, their ankles were held apart by pole shackles. There was little that they could do to stop the satraps interfering with them. Judging by the state of Ronald’s hard and purple prick and the trancelike look on his face, Draco assumed that the pair had been given some form of sex enhancing potion. This was borne out by the flush around Hermione’s nipples. Satraps’ hands were everywhere, quite a few held dildos with exotic shapes. Despite his dreamy looks Ronald appeared to be shouting profanities and trying to kick his tormentors, only to find that he was hung by the collar whenever he lost his footing. The short video closed down.
“I’ve seen this done before,” said a grim faced Draco through pursed lips. “They’ll ensure that the pair are so worked up sexually that they will welcome any kind of partner or object in any orifice. Give them four or five hours and their organs will be bleeding from overuse and then the whipping will begin. If they pass out they’ll be Enervated. A few of those and they’ll be screaming in torment. That’s when the knives come out – need I say more?” He retched into his wastepaper basket.
“How can that continue for two days?” Harry looked as pale as Draco.
“They’ll stuff potions into them to keep them alive as the tortures become more exotic. We’ve got to rescue them immediately; before their minds become so warped that they cannot recover – think of Neville’s parents, hmm?”
“But the Ministry said it was overexposure to Crucitatus.”
“I know what the Ministry said; I also overheard Dirtitrix discussing it with her husband and gloating in detail.”
“Oh!”
“Who?”
“Aunt Bellatrix; Ginny.”
“Right! Ministry misinformation, as usual.”
“When that happened, don’t forget that Father had access to the Minister, so things would have been hushed up.”
“I have copies of the original Aurors’ reports, if you’d like to see them, Sages.”
“I’ve been sickened enough by what I’ve seen, thanks Ivanova; wallowing in filth is not my idea of fun.”
“Um … Let’s work out the rescue plan, Guys. There are too many of them to overpower with magic, even with our other friends to help … So …”
“Millie and Pansy …”
“What?”
“Istanbul and the paralysing mist thing …”
“Right … But that was magic on muggles; they couldn’t detect and retaliate magically.”
“Try dragons’ breath.”
“Dragons’ breath, Ivanova?”
“Yes! If they don’t set light to their breath, the fumes paralyse people temporarily. Merlin has used it on occasions. I’m sure the Basileus can do it; however not every cognitive dragon has that much control.”
“How long does it last and how do we escape breathing it?”
“Quarter of an hour at the most. Use a breathing bubble like one of the contestants in your watery trial, Sage Harry.”
“Okay! But we’ll need longer than that to escape properly …”
“Um … Polyjuice …”
“Eh?”
“Um … Capture two gassed satraps … make them look like Ron and Hermione … substitute them … That’ll give us time to seal up the portals and get away …”
“I’ve got some Polyjuice in the Chantry Cottage lab … Should we straight capture the two satraps first?”
“Somebody may feel us casting the magic … If we used a Tasmo we could rescue and substitute all in one go … the two captured ones could be in the cave during their recovery time ... Hermione and Ron could be rescued and their hair used to activate the Polyjuice. Once the transformation had taken place during the Tasmo, we could substitute the bodies and the Seignior would be no wiser until the two turn back into their normal selves. That should give us an hour at least.”
“I think I’ve got a bit of sex-enhancing drug too.”
“Draco … Why … Have you been using it?”
“No way! Just one look at a naked Harry has me up and ready … Hmm … A colleague at work asked … Need I say more?”
“Who?”
“Not telling … It wouldn’t be ethical.”
His colleagues looked at him sternly.
“Hmm … I chatted to both partners … The death-eaters had killed all their children during the battle and she was almost on the menopause … Once she was preggers they returned the vial … they had twins.”
“I think I know who that was … we’ll keep it a secret … mmm?”
The others nodded agreement.
“I don’t fancy Oblivating Hermione and Ron.”
“We don’t have to … Do we?”
“Well they’ll find out about the Tabernacle when we transport them. You know how inquisitive Hermione is.”
“Mmm … Put them to sleep … They’ll need to recover anyway … I know some medical magic … Enough at least to put them into recovery slumber.”
“They’re not horses, you know, Tor.”
“I know that, Ginny. The principle’s the same though. I wouldn’t dare horse-medic them, but recovery slumber is the same for all mammals.”
“Um … I like that idea … I don’t fancy playing with my friends’ minds … As my Lover says; it wouldn’t be ethical … Least – That’s what I feel.”
“Very good … I’m off to get the potions … See you in five.”
While they were waiting Harry glanced at his watch: “Um … Ivanova … My watch is registering time.”
“Yes Sage Harry. I turned the Tasmo off so that you could see Sage Draco when he returns. Otherwise he’d be in a different time sequence to the rest of us. I’ll turn it on once he returns. Igor and I will age a little whilst that happens, not that we’re in the least bit worried.”
It had been seven minutes when Draco returned, but no-one was quibbling. When he came in they were having an absorbing discussion about the nature of time differences. Ivanova switched the Tasmo back on and Draco joined them; then they had another look at the video.
“See those two there,” Draco pointed: “It’s the Rowle pair; they were the ones who stole my cock’s virginity, it was for punishment once when old Voldie was displeased with me. They’re near to the sanctuary portal; I’d love it if they became the substitutes. When they become sexually excited they stutter, so they won’t be able to tell anyone who they are. Anyway it’d be poetic justice, wouldn’t it?”
“Tinged with a soupçon of revenge do doubt?” Astoria gave Draco a knowing wink.
“We can choose someone else if you all think it’s not ethical.”
“No way!” Harry glowered. “Someone hurts my lover, I hurt that someone … Um … Even if it was before we were lovers.”
“Ivanova, if we were to use the direct gateway now, would there be any blowback?”
“No, Sage Ginevra, the pressure was released into the dragon-cave. Why do you ask?”
“According to your diagram the direct gateway is nearest to Hermione and my brother, so two of us could snatch them whilst the other two grab the Rowles. It’d be neater that way.”
“Don’t forget to bring the poles and collars with you.”
“We won’t.”
Going via another two-tree island two of the Blakes were at the other portal. Now they were familiar with the wards it took Harry and Ginevra only a few minutes to set them aside. Meanwhile Draco and Astoria had gone to the Sanctuary and asked for the Basileus’s help; then they had dismantled their warded portal. The Sages signalled to each other internally. The dragon portal at the Dacha opened and the Basileus breathed hard into the enclosed hall of mirrors. Everyone froze in whatever posture they were found; a few fell over but still remained stiff and uncomprehending.
Harry and Ginevra, already in their masks, aimed a severing jinx at the ceiling links, caught their temporarily paralysed friends and dragged them back through the portal. Ensnaring the Rowles was just as easy for masked Draco and Astoria; they took their captives into the cavern.
That took two minutes.
Back inside a Tasmo, Ginevra plucked hairs off Hermione and Ronald and swapped places with Astoria.
Astoria placed the two still sleeping naked mages into a deep recovery slumber, and Harry put them on a mattress that Igor had supplied.
Draco mixed the hairs into the two Polyjuice flasks whilst Ginevra fed the two comatose Rowles the sex potion. The Polyjuice was next and the Rowles were stripped of their clothing. Aided by Igor the two satraps were harnessed into the manacles at much the same time as the two miscreants transformed into Ronald and Hermione.
This slick operation happened without losing any time in the outside world.
Just before the look-alikes were taken back, Ginevra, being familiar with her brother’s thought patterns, did a quick transfer of ideas into Mr Rowle, making him temporarily react like Ronald.
It took nearly five minutes to rig the floppy Rowles into the harness and fit the sex-plugs in place. The Tasmo ceased when the party entered the hall of mirrors. The next business was re-attaching their collars to the ceiling supports followed by Accioing the Granger-Weasley’s clothes, wands etc. So there were people groaning and shaking themselves as the last gateway closed. Harry had already sealed the direct gateway, just to be on the safe side. Draco was videoing the scene through the sanctuary gateway’s one-way mirror. He noted that the screams of the Rowles matched those of Hermione and Ronald, that things appeared normal for such an evil gathering, switched off his camera and resealed the sanctuary gateway.
They spent an amount of recovery time sitting round in the easy chairs, sipping brandy and filling details for Ivanova’s records whilst Ivanova tapped on the keys.
“I have some sound from the Dacha but no vision. I’ll record what happens when the Seignior finds out about the deception, if you like, Sages.
“Thanks Ivanova. I’m feeling tired; can we sleep here, Igor?”
“We’d better not; our friends will be up early ready for the fight, let’s get the sleeping ones back and put the other’s minds at rest.”
“Okay, I suppose we must, at that. Just for the record, Igor. Do we have sleeping places here?”
“Yes Sage Harry, we borrowed your mattress to put the Weasleys on. Do you want to see your rooms?”
“Better not, I think I’d fall asleep on the floor. Can we use ‘Zeus’ on the two we’ve rescued?”
“Yes; as long as two or more of you hold each one of them.”
Harry and Draco picked up Ronald and the two girls hoisted Hermione. Harry looked at his partners and nodded.
“ZEUS” they proclaimed together and, after the usual squeezing sensation, were standing on the train’s back balcony.
Maggie and Aggie were there.
“It was our turn to be on watch,” explained one of them.
“Would you mind tucking these two into bed, we’re totally bushed and they are out for the count.
In their cabin Draco and Harry dropped their clothes and flopped into bed; snoring as soon as they hit the pillows. A few minutes later Aggie looked in and drew their bedcovers over them gently, carrying out the same office for the girls immediately afterwards.
~~~ FRIDAY 27^TH AUGUST ~~~
In the morning, as the carriages were to be stationary until evening; the rest of the relieved party went quietly off to Hamlet’s castle, leaving the six sleeping their ordeal off.
When Harry awoke he needed the bathroom urgently. In climbing over Draco he woke him up too. They showered together as usual – a long shower because the green light was showing. The two male Seer’s mental activity woke the two female ones. Within ten minutes of each other they were dressed and ravenous.
“I have brunch waiting for you,” greeted Sigmund: “Iggy’s out servicing the carriages.”
“Thanks Siggy, I could eat a horse.”
“That’s a change from riding them, Tor.”
Astoria gave Draco a scathing look and threw a croissant at him.
“What about Mr and Mrs Ronald?”
“They were being tortured when we rescued them; I’ve placed them in recuperative slumber. Luckily we found them before too much mental damage was done and Harry healed the few abrasions they had suffered. I think we should leave them sleeping until teatime at least.”
“Very good, Mrs Astoria. We’ll keep an eye on them. Will you be staying here?”
“We had rather hoped to hear about that Danish King Arthur bloke.”
“You mean Holger Danske; Maggie thought you might. She left some tickets for the local train. They run every twenty minutes, on the hour, twenty and forty; the journey takes three-quarters of an hour. You cannot miss the Castle when you get to the terminus. If you ask for the refectory your friends will be having lunch there.”
“Um … I’m a bit full of brunch just now. What time does the presentation start, please?”
“If you caught the one o’clock train you’d be nicely in time for the two o’clock start. I have the tickets and a castle brochure here.” Siggy gave Harry the items.
“Thanks Siggy, I think we’ll sit in the lounge car for a bit. Being up half the night has disoriented us slightly.”
“I’m going to the market before all the fresh produce is taken. Iggy is around, tell him when you leave, please.” So saying, Siggy went off; list, purse and shopping bag in hand.
“Um … We’ve got a couple of hours should we go to the Tabernacle?”
“The Dacha’s sealed off and I’m sure Ivanova would make our amulets buzz if she needed us.”
“Now it’s light, the railway station is a bit public for doing a disappearing act.”
“Okay … How about going early and wandering around the castle. This guide book’s fairly thorough.”
They informed Ignatius as they left. After the train ride they had over an hour’s wandering around before they caught up with the others.
“All hail to the conquering heroes,” Millicent muttered disdainfully as they were going in to the lecture hall.
“We’ll tell you all about it afterwards, okay?”
The others nodded and found their reserved seats.
“Roger Danske is a hero of Danish Folklore … … … …” started the lecturer. There were slides and a couple of extracts from an opera. A story by Hans Christian Anderson followed by translated extracts from medieval French poems. The person himself had many of the myths attached to him that all European cult heroes have. The Sages were occasionally able to read between the lines and became convinced that some bits referred to the activities of guardians or sages. The presentation was not that intellectually challenging, nevertheless it was light relief from what had happened during the previous night. Charlemagne, knights in shining armour, damsels in distress all played their part to lighten the seer’s dark feelings.
After the presentation the others wanted to hear what had happened.
‘Not on the train, a lot of muggle ears around,’ was the first excuse.
‘Too many tourists around’ was next; as the party gazed at the little mermaid statue.
Then they were in the carriages preparing for dinner. The Seers managed to have a private conference with the recovering Weasleys before the meal started. ‘Too nasty to be told at meal times’ was the next excuse so there were just pleasantries during the meal. Only after viewing the seagoing ships beneath them from the railway bridge was there time to brief the other Magicals. They sat in the lounge car.
“Ronald and I were in the Mine conveyance, it was very dark; when four people cast Incarcerous, then Mobilicorpus, grabbed us and disapparated. We landed outside a very large wooden house; I guess it was Ukrainian or Russian by the architecture.”
“Yes Hermione, it was. It’s the Malfoy Dacha.”
“We were separated and stripped – nothing much we could do against five or six satraps,” Ronald continued: “Then we had this potion forced down our throats. Merlin, I did feel randy after that.”
“Next time I saw my husband he was strapped into pole shackles, as was I. Your father’s a highly objectionable man and was very rude, Draco.”
“He went into great detail about what would happen to us if Harry didn’t pay up. Problem was, all I could think about was getting my rocks off. I tried to curse at them, but all that came out were gasps of pleasure.”
“Ron’s right! Those things they pushed into me felt really exciting. The potion must have especially strong. Then I thought I saw a door open, reflected in one of the mirrors and everything went blank.”
“We woke up in our bunk on the train.” Ronald went very red. “We were copulating in our sleep, or so it seems. Most of the effect has worn off now. Not that I minded the last bit, that’s why we’re married.”
“Yes Darling … I wonder if that overcame our magics fighting?”
“So you four, what’s the story from your side?”
“Not terribly exciting, really. The Dragons became involved and we found out Ron and Hermione were at the dacha. We sneaked in and found out where they were.”
“We also found that dragons’ breath is a temporary paralysing agent. One of them blew into the room and we rescued these two before everyone woke up.”
“They were a bit stressed out, so Tor put them in recuperative slumber. That seems to have worked all right.”
“So … Why wasn’t there an immediate hue and cry?”
“The dragons’ breath lasted for some time, and Draco pulled a Slytherin stunt.”
“Back to your old ways, eh?”
“Not really, we Polyjuiced two of them to look like Hermione and Ron and put them back in the shackles. We were long gone before they came round, and then it’d take time before the Polyjuice wore off. I imagine Lucy’s mystified and hopping mad by now.”
“I wonder if he’ll think that they might turn into pigs.”
“He’ll probably roast them anyway – he’s very vindictive!”
“Mmm … I bet the satraps will think he’s playing games with them. You’ve already told us about him being short of cash. Maybe they’ll think it’s some sort of ruse to avoid paying them.”
“I’d’ve loved to have been a fly on the wall when they found out.”
“I wouldn’t: I’d’ve probably been hit by a stray hex or two.”
*I do hope Ivanova’s made a tape for us to listen to.*
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