Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34417 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, just enjoyment.

Chapter List
- 175
- 176
- 177
[Note: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
(Some sexual torture scenes)
~~~ INVESTMENT ~~~
Had you been visiting with the satraps, you might have thought that they had already captured Harry Potter. On looking closer you would have actually found that the blue-eyed lookalike; Carlos y’Azimbura, was in acute pain. Still managing to stay mute, he was splayed naked in a frame, roasting unprotected in the blazing sun.
When the satraps had originally captured him they had treated him reasonably well in his confinement. But when some of his newly imprisoned colleagues had appeared the malcontents had stripped him and bent him over a rough table beating his bottom until the blood flowed. He had gritted his teeth and not told them anything about the small party of Spanish Magicals who had been sent to investigate Castillejo de Cerroverde. He also upbraided himself for not having enough skills of leadership or magical know-how to help his party escape the wiles of their dark captors. He was proud of his colleagues who had endured the same punishments and, as yet, none of them had broken, although he realised that those limits were about to be reached.
After that first beating they had been thrown into a damp, evil smelling cell where they comforted each other, best they could. After four days of repeated beatings their captors had tried other and most personal methods of smashing their defences. He had watched in horror when one of his colleagues was placed on the cone and screamed as he slid down with it inside his anus. All of them had somehow survived that treatment. They had had all their bodily hair singed off and had blisters to show where it had happened. Various kinds of penile torture were indulged in; firstly exciting them and then painfully using their erections for various nefarious purposes. After each torture session their malicious captors had healed them from whatever suffering had happened only to repeat it, or something akin to it, again the following day. He was just glad that none of his female counterparts had been captured because, from what he had glimpsed of the other captives, they would have been forced into the most degrading sexual acts.
One especially dastardly torment had been carried out a few weeks previously. First thing in the morning every one of the prisoners had been subjected to the cone. Then they had been given a Viagra type potion and their erections had been magically elongated. It was not unusual for them to have their cocks placed inside another’s pucker and made to fuck their partner, whether they were that way inclined or not. This time, once inserted, a wand was inside too.
“Engorgio Glans!”
Carlos felt the mushroom of his partner fill him to screaming-pain capacity. What was worse was that, instead of being fucked by a fellow captive, his prick had been placed inside another’s arse and similarly treated. The internal pain was indescribable, but so were the lusty feelings brought on by the potion and the external abrasion of the person-in-front’s bum. The final indignity was that the seventh prisoner’s dick was put inside the first one’s bum – they were now in a circle. The only way to relieve their lust was to hump, but humping caused the expanded dick-head inside you to tear at your vitals. The dark onlookers obtained much enjoyment from their captives’ agonies and the blood cascading down their limbs. The sadists had healed them and promised further agonies on the following morning.
Those agonies had been perpetrated by stiff feathers. Each prisoner’s dick was held still whilst the feather was inserted inside the urethra. To begin with the feeling was highly erotic and caused a number of spunk eruptions. After four hours all that came out was blood and gasps from the prisoners mouths, because they had screamed themselves hoarse.
Carlos shuddered at the remembrance, and worried about what was to come next as he tried to ease his taut muscles in the frame and to conserve what little fluid there was in his body by not panting. His meagre breakfast had contained some of the erotic potion in it and he could feel his alert erection becoming badly sunburned.
The fair haired monster came into view, looking at his surly army.
“Today, my troops, is target practice. It is also about accuracy and speed. When I say accuracy I mean it. What you have to hit is about quarter of an inch round.”
Nasty jeers greeted this statement; all the wand-holders obviously knew exactly what target he was talking about. However the sweltering targets did not and quailed in anticipation.
“There will be no careful aim taking before discharge. You will have three seconds from when I tap your shoulder to hit the target. Understood?”
More lascivious shouts of glee came from the tormentors.
“The only jinx to be used is ‘Expecto Spermatozoa’; are you ready?”
“YES!” they roared back.
Luckily for the captives the minute accuracy required was not so easily forthcoming from the shaking lust-crazed hands of their torturers. The missed jinxes burnt slightly and some of them actually grazed the prick-heads they were aimed at.
“Halt! Let me show you: ‘Expecto Spermatozoa’!”
The Seignior was accurate. He hit Carlos’s waggling glans dead centre, finding the wide open slit-lips.
“Ay-ee-ee-ee-ee!” Carlos felt the jinx work its way down his already extremely sore urethra. Thirty agonising seconds later the spunk-bullet emerged, but the Seignior easily side-stepped its trajectory.
Another scream tore across the arena; one of Carlos’s colleagues had been hit. Despite his pain Carlos sniggered. The jailer had not been quick enough to dodge and had his gloating face splattered in spouting Spanish spunk.
In the next hour only one more scream was emitted and the Seignior was becoming more and more agitated with his low scoring underlings; even going so far as to threaten one participator with being put in the frame himself, who had repeatedly not even hit the body of his target. Slowly the level of noise increased as the Seignior shouted and his cronies jeered at one another’s lack of prowess.
The sun had moved and was now directly in Carlos’s eyes so he shut them, not that he relished watching his mates being tortured or his captors’ feeble attempts at accuracy. After quarter of an hour he began to realise that the noise had increased beyond that of the jeering and shouting. Eventually he felt a shadow cover him and opened his eyes. He panicked. The sun showed a halo of fair hair and the face was in strong shadow so that there were no distinguishing features. The Seignior was standing in front of him and about to indulge in the wand-in-slit torture which, Carlos knew from previous experience, was absolute agony.
The figure said something which he did not understand, but by inflexion seemed to be a question.
“Qué?”
Something metallic touched Carlos’s palm. He cringed wondering what was going to happen; imagining the cut wrist sinews he had seen on other prisoners.
“Hold still while I unfasten you. Are you strong enough to stand by yourself?”
“… Yes, I think so.”
~~~ RESCUE ~~~
Having recovered from his shock on seeing the supposed Harry, and using his Saint’s medallion to translate, Draco untied Carlos and supported him whilst his circulation returned.
Carlos looked around and could see his colleagues in much the same rescue position. Then he saw some heaps of charcoal where some of his antagonists had been, however, where the Seignior had stood there was a clear space:
“Did that bastard escape?”
“Unfortunately yes!”
“At least that evil Malfoy won’t be able to blackmail my mother any longer.”
“I’m Draco, a Malfoy fighting for the light.”
“I’d heard you were a partner of my lookalike, Harry Potter … I’m Carlos y’Azimbura.”
“Blackmail? … So, that’s why the satraps were looking for us in Madrid. We managed lose them. However, during the rest of our European perambulations we had to repeat the process a couple of times again, as well as rescuing some others whom they were holding. I wonder where my father will go to hide this time? Oh well … At least he has a few less henchmen to keep him company.
###
The released captives were half carried into the shade where Poppy, Ernie and Lavender were applying soothing lotions and apologising when they had to treat those most personal areas. With the six Spanish Magicals the treatment resulted in creamy libations because the sex potion was still hard at work.
Draco wandered in with some phials of purple potion: “Here, drink this; it will help you to lose your engorgement.”
“Have you given some to the continuously copulating couples?”
“No! Harry’s treating them in a different way. They were in thrall to some kind of Catlin’s green magic. There’s little doubt that babies will be the result from what we’ve seen of its effect on other mages.”
“What’s Catlin’s Green Magic, it sounds ominous.”
“It’s like all magic; good for its purpose and terrible if misused. You need some rest, I’ll explain in greater detail when you are healed.”
The potion had made Carlos felt drowsy and, although intrigued, he had no energy to pursue the question any further.
Placing a feather-light sheet over his comatose patient; Draco went on to help the next one in the line.
~~~ RECUPERATION ~~~
There had been casualties on both sides, but only the demise of some satraps: the majority of their fatalities were caused by them casting Incendio and having someone’s mirror-charm reflect it. Gaius Gratian was out for the count as were about a quarter of his councillors. Justin and Lee were among those suffering as was Porlock, Probert’s dad. The destroying of the wards had been complete; including the embargo-jinx preventing the dwarves leaving their enclave. That meant that their casualties could be taken away to be treated in Poppy’s clinic or at St. Mungo’s.
~~~ FRIDAY 09^TH MAY ~~~
A day after their victory, the four seers met with Zacharias, Monach and Probert, around a recovering Gratian’s bed in Poppy’s clinic.
“If you are willing we would like to include your domain in our network of protectors. Probes has worked out a way to have your ecological shield reinstated within them,” said Harry. “However, if you so decide, we could, instead, create a separate entity.”
“What are the advantages of the conjoint protectors?”
“Mainly, safe travel for medallion holders within our system and instant updates as the wards-team develops new protectors to counteract fresh ward-busters. Plus almost instant aid if ever you are attacked again.”
“Presumably, you would require our aid if somewhere else in the system is attacked.”
“Yes. That is a possibility too, but not a condition of membership.”
“I see … Is there anything else?”
“Well … Possibly … We noticed piles of rotting citrus fruit and one of your colleagues explained that it was one of your areas of overproduction. He also said that you didn’t want to cut down the trees because they provided shade for certain delicate plants and purified the carbon-dioxide that we all breathe out. That said … we have a market for citrus fruit, which is expensive to buy in the colder climes. In recompense your paucity of dairy produce might just be supplemented from our cows in Switzerland. However, that could be a separate negotiation apart from joining.”
“I think I should talk to my councillors, don’t you?”
“All but one are in a fit state to come here, if you would like us to call them.”
“Yes please.”
Somehow … Carlos and a couple of his friends became involved in the council’s conference. The Seers retired to Chantry Cottage leaving the Iberians to their deliberations.
~~~ SATURDAY 10^TH MAY ~~~
<We have a Portuguese lady at the station, Draco; saying that she wants to visit. Her name sounds like those hot Mexican chips we eat.> This was Douglas phoning from the station: <Only she’s unable to enter the village protectors.>
“It’ll be Doña Doritos y’Azimbura. Okay, I’ll get someone down to hand her in.”
<Can Dudders do it; he’s arrived on the same train and says he knows her and is available?>
“Put him on the phone please?”
A few seconds later: <Hi Draco! Do you want me to bring her in?>
“Have you got your medallion on?”
<Always wear it, just in case …>
“Then you can bring her with you, please!”
~~~ PENANCE ~~~
Draco was at the door when her ladyship arrived. He knew she’d have to be handed in through the enhanced cottage protectors, but she refused to take his hand.
“I have come to apologise, Lord Duindhu, both to you and to Lord Blake. What I did was unforgivable; betraying the trust of my guests like that.”
“Doña Doritos y’Azimbura, this is not a subject to be discussed on the doorstep of our home. Know that I sympathise with your feelings and understand them completely. So much so, that you are welcome to enter our home.”
After some further quibbling the Doña shook hands and entered, sitting uncomfortably in the presence of the four seers. Whilst the Doña told her story; Ginevra observed her aura and informed them internally that there was no trace of malcontentedness showing. Draco then told the story about his own betrayal of his fellow students, due to threats of death to his family, and his subsequent forgiveness and reinstatement.
“I understand what you are saying my lord, but I still feel the need to purge myself.”
“Would the rite of confession and absolution help?”
“Yes, but where would I find a priest who understands?”
“We have one or two who could help.”
“Are they of the Roman church?”
“Yes.”
“Well I never! Then; yes please?”
Within quarter of an hour Estéban was there and took her into the holy atmosphere of St. Godric’s chapel. After hearing her confession, he left her praying there and came back to see the seers. As he arrived so did Probert.
“She needs to make a practical recompense and I would like to give her the penance of comforting the lost souls in the Manor’s Recuperative Home. What I’m asking is that she be allowed to use the network in order to visit freely.”
“Hmm … what if we loaned her a medallion, then if she fails to meet your standards we could require its return.”
“That seems reasonable, Draco. Could you inscribe it specially, please? I will tell her it is a condition of her atonement that she wears it at all times as a visible sign of her being a penitent.”
“If it had Saint Godric’s image on one side and Saint Spyridon’s on the other, would that help?” asked Probert.
“Yes please, it’d be like one of our pilgrim medals. That’d be great.”
It took only a few minutes for Probert to make one out of a charmed medallion and a happy Estéban went back to church.
The next item was to obtain was a pair of pre-charmed cabinets from WWW; for which the Doña paid. The link was set up from her country estate near Porto, to the Hacienda. When introducing her to the portal system Draco was very careful only to let Doña Doritos see the doors that she needed to access the Manor Recovery Home. It did, however, enable her to shop in Diagon Alley; should she wish to.
~~~ PARTY ~~~
At Chantry Cottage the thanksgiving party became mixed up with the joyful bonfire at the Pueblo de Alfareros. The abducted couples had been freed and healed and were now reunited with their families. Señor Garcia was very pleased because nearly half of his diminished set of Buscados were now able to function again. All in all, it was a happy time. The gathering was enhanced, of course, by a WWW fireworks display as dusk drew in.
The dwarves held their own celebrations, pleased that they had their wards replaced and that their crops did not seem to have suffered from exposure. The Mages used broomsticks to zoom up and down the tunnel between the two celebrations, carefully hiding their operations from the pueblo’s swimmers in Imelda’s pool.
As the Hidalgo’s moved from place to place, trying to maintain a presence in all four locations, they noticed groups of conferring beings sitting at tables and having serious discussions over their drinks. However the seers never managed to get any coherent idea of the subjects being talked about. Eventually they gave up on the idea of eavesdropping because each group offered them a drink and there was no way to adulterate the offering to lessen the effect of intoxication.
One thing they did learn though; was about greater productivity. It seemed that a number of the dwarves preferred their own sex when partnerships were mooted. These homosexuals had a close relationship with the nymphs – their name for broonies/fairies. This intimacy, so Gratian told them, increased the crops yield by one seventh and had helped the beleaguered dwarves feed the hungry satraps. Harry and Draco went to look at their own area, and had to agree that the fields outside the wards did not look quite as healthy as the ones that the broonies could access under the dome. They talked to the farmers and they confirmed that the infields were more productive than the outfields. That information gave the seers something else to ponder.
~~~ SUNDAY 11^TH MAY ~~~
The following day the seers and many Dumbledorians attended a thanksgiving mass at Saint Spyridon’s. The Gaius and his councillors attended as did Carlos and his friends with Señor Garcia’s Buscados. Afterwards a select group met for lunch in the Hacienda’s dining room. Once they had finished their repast they got down to business in the lounge.
“Seers, we have considered your generous offer, and talked to our Spanish and Portuguese compatriots,” started the Gaius: “We hope that what we are about to propose will fall on compassionate ears.”
“This sounds ominous!” Draco smiled an encouragement, winking at Carlos, who grinned back.
“Firstly we would very much like to be part of your protection system if that offer is still open.”
“Yes it is, and you are most welcome.” This time it was Harry smiling.
“There is more to it than that though,” Garcia added: “We have realised that our magical training is woefully inadequate and have need to set up some form of college to remedy that situation. What the Gaius and his colleagues have offered is the use of the Castillejo and its surroundings for the purpose of forming an Iberian school of magic. However we do not have any suitably qualified teachers. As you know, the Castillejo is not the ruin that it appears to be from the outside. Now the occluding protectors have been replaced the structure could be used for such an academy.”
“Doña McGonagall was very kind and gave me a tour of the Hogwarts premises, as soon as I was well enough to walk,” put in Gratian: “I was very impressed by what I saw and I understand that Señor Garcia has also visited.”
“I went too Seers,” put in Carlos: “And we would like to see some sort of training for the few adult mages, like us, who are available and wish to defend our two fatherlands. And then all young mages should be trained up properly not in the haphazard way that heretofore applied. In a way, this is an approximately ideal position with Madrid and Lisboã almost equidistant; plus the border being within a few kilometres. Like your Hogwarts the area is sparsely inhabited and the location is already securely masked. So what say you?”
“Before you answer,” put in Gratian: “You must know that your Reeve, Elder Kreacher, has come to an agreement with us about food supplies one that both sides may honour, even if you are unable to countenance the rest of the package.”
After a quick mental discussion with his peers, Harry answered: “The only problem I see is that of suitably qualified teachers who can teach in Spanish and Portuguese, although, I suppose, our saint medals could take care of that if there were sufficient teachers available from other schools.”
“Doña McGonagall said she might be able to spare some tutors for small classes and we were rather hoping that you four mages would be able to help out.”
*Do get a move on, my children. You know you have to do it, don’t forget you have other Dumbledorians who would be able and willing to help.*
Draco scowled at Fawkes who merely ruffled his feathers defiantly.
Astoria took up the baton: “We think, at least to begin with, that we could find enough personnel to help out. However there will be a need to have some finances in place to cover, at the least, the expenses of those who give up their time.”
“We had considered that, Tor,” Carlos answered: “And my mother has offered a substantial dowry. She said to remind you of the debt to Saint Godric if you balked. Not that I am privy to what that means.”
Ginevra giggled: “It’s a binding code we four understand and only Father Estéban is able to disentangle. I’m sure your mother’s gift would be most acceptable.”
And so it was that the seeds of the Academia Mágico Ibérico de Cerroverde [AMIC] were sown.
~~~ MONDAY 29^TH AUGUST ~~~
The next problem was connecting the enclave to the network. The seers had no wish to create a portal over such a short distance and, were worried about privacy and security
They fussed around the subject until Dean had a bright idea: “Why don’t we extend the wards beyond Imelda’s swimming pool? With a little ingenuity we can open up the floor of the sloping tunnel and channel the water in pipes under what would then become a flight of steps joining the enclave to the dome, with some form of tubular ward inside it. Like the one connecting Potboy Quarry’s ward to the Village’s wards.”
“The idea has possibilities. Like the swimming pool at Milkwood, the locals could use this pool as well as the students. It will also give our seventh year construction students a new project, as well as a need to create a tubular ward,” added Seamus.
“We’re looking forward to practicing what we’ve only seen in textbooks,” averred Zacharias excitedly.
Another piece of Fawkes’s conjectural jigsaw fell into place and he told the seers so.
Dean and Seamus were pleased because they had a project for their forthcoming intake of practical skills students.
###
Tuesday was a day for reporting and relaxation after the previous hectic weeks. It included a Tasmo where Astoria added the extra knowledge, gained from remaking the Cerroverde wards, to Ivanova’s memory banks.
- 175
- 176
- 177
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Harco Empire