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Jack of Spades	By : SataiDelenn Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 3481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Harry Potter & its characters belong to JKR. I own nothing, & I make no money from this story.

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Warnings: AFFO, H/C, Torture, OFC, Rape, Violence, Romance, WIP

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It had been three weeks since Severus had last seen the Vital woman. He’d been back to Knockturn Alley countless times to see if he could locate her, and when the alarms had been activated on the wards he’d set up around her room, he’d raced to get to her. To his dismay, it was merely one of the other many whores that lived in the area. Not willing to let an opportunity slip by, he’d thoroughly questioned the witch about Miss Vital, but the woman knew nothing. As he had turned to leave, he noticed that the box under which he had placed the bag of coins had been moved. Furiously, he turned around, strode over to the unsuspecting witch, and grabbed her fiercely by the back of the head, demanding the money she’d just stolen. Terrified, she’d immediately handed it over to him.

Severus was immensely frustrated that he could not find her, and equally confused as to why he even cared at all.

‘I’m a spy for the Order!’ he thought, irritably. ‘My first and foremost duty should be to focus on any details I can acquire to assist in the fight against the Dark Lord. Instead, I’ve been focused on trying to find a former student who apparently doesn’t want to be found. She certainly has made it clear that she’s not wanted to be anywhere near me.

‘Why then, am I so determined to find her?’ he wondered, rubbing a hand vigorously over his face.

Rage coursed through him, and his fist crashed down on his desk in frustration, causing the students to jump in surprise and look up at him cautiously. Glowering back at them in response, they quickly returned to their tasks, not wanting to risk his wrath, as he apparently was in a worse mood then usual.

Standing up, Severus scowled deeply, his brows furrowing, and his eyes became darker and more dangerous-looking than ever before. Turning briskly, he left the classroom in a flurry of robes that swirled behind him like a cloud of angry gnats. Storming into his office, he swung around the side of his desk, sinking silently into the oversized chair, as he leaned his elbow on the arm of it, while dropping his head in his hand.

“Sir?” came a timid voice from the doorway a few minutes later.

“What?” asked Severus irritably.

“Um, well, um Sir, you see--”

“What do you want?” Severus roared.

The young girl standing in the doorway jumped, her eyes wide with fear, and then she said quickly, “Um, well, Sir, everyone’s finished their potions, Sir.”

Severus waved his hand dismissively to the student, not bothering to look up. She breathed a sigh of relief at not being assigned detention, or losing her House any points for interrupting the dour Potions Master, and quickly vanished from his office.

Severus continued to sit in his office for the next few hours brooding and did not go to dinner that night. He chose instead to retire to his chambers, and attempted, in vain, to read.

He woke up to a searing pain in his forearm, his other hand clutching at the Mark, trying to stave off the pain, but to no avail. The book that had been on his lap clattered noisily to the floor as he stumbled out of the chair towards his wardrobe where he removed a long, black cloak, and a gruesome-looking mask. In spite of the nearly unbearable pain, he put the cloak on and hid the mask inside. He made his way quickly out of the castle and Apparated to wherever it was he was being summoned.

Upon arriving, he could hear his brethren whooping and catcalling, egging others on over something. He pulled his mask from the folds of his cloak, and placed it over his face. Making his way toward the centre of the circle, he pushed roughly past others, vying for a better look at whoever, or whatever, was being toyed with. A wave of nausea rose up and threatened to overtake him when he finally saw what all the commotion was about.

On the floor, in the centre of the circle, were five Death Eaters holding down, and taking turns raping a young woman who was screaming and crying. She foolishly tried to throw off her attackers, but was not strong enough. Severus watched with revulsion as one would finish, and another would take his turn. Occasionally, they would flip her over, and begin taking her anally, getting off all the more upon hearing every scream ripped from her throat, and laughed heartlessly as she pled anew.

Having tired of this latest position, they switched again, and decided this time they would take her two at a time. They pulled her weakened body up, and one thrust himself into her arse from behind, as another quickly pushed his engorged prick into her mouth. She immediately began choking as the man in front of her began thrusting none-too-gently, grabbing hold of her head for support. The two men vigorously fucked her and periodically their moans and grunts of pleasure could be heard through the gathered throng of Death Eaters surrounding; excitedly egging their brothers on. The big fat one brutalising her from behind finally came hard, spilling into her before pulling out and collapsing on the ground with a large satiated grin plastered across his face. The woman’s screams were still muffled by the cock in her mouth, and the man grabbed her hair roughly with one hand as he shoved himself harder into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, and refusing her much-needed air. His movements quickened after a few moments, and he suddenly pulled out of her mouth and started stroking himself at a furious pace. As she was gulping and gasping for air, she cried out in surprise as the man let out a hoarse cry of pleasure and released his seed all over her face and hair. She collapsed to the ground, humiliated and horrified. The men, now finally satiated, moved languidly with glazed-over eyes as they first tucked themselves away, then turned to their audience and bowed to the cheers and applause from the circle of Death Eaters surrounding them.

The young woman stupidly attempted to get up, weak, but somehow determined to not give in. If he wasn’t so disgusted by the whole situation, Severus would have mentally applauded her strength. She collapsed again, and this time, she turned her face in Severus’s general direction. He gasped involuntarily before he could stop himself…

It was her.

‘By the gods, how has she landed herself here?’ he wondered.

The glamour she’d been wearing was gone, but he knew it was her. He wondered momentarily which one of these sick bastards had brought her here. Exhausted and weak, she finally dropped to the ground, falling into unconsciousness.

“Severus!” the Dark Lord bellowed. Severus quickly moved forward to kneel before the Depraved Bastard, waiting to be addressed again. He remained motionless for several moments, but he kept himself alert, awaiting the Dark Lord’s next move.

“So, Severus, did you enjoy the little show?” asked the Dark Lord in a low voice.

“Yes, my Lord,” Severus replied.

The Dark Lord smiled, revealing sharp, yellowed teeth and then began to chuckle. The hairs on the back of Severus’s neck pricked up. This was not a good sign, and he wondered what was next. The slimy scum never laughed unless he had something up his sleeve.

“Good, Severus, I’m glad. But I’m not through yet. It has not escaped my attention that you have yet to partake of our guest,” he said, his eyes gleaming devilishly.

Severus internally struggled to find a polite way to decline without angering the bastard.

“My Lord, I am grateful that you have thought of me; however I have no need--”

“Nonsense, Severus; you will take her, and you will enjoy her.”

Severus said nothing. He knew he was being ordered to do this. He detested rape, but as he had no choice, he nodded and stood up. He then made his way over toward Mari, steeling himself against what he now had to do. As he approached her, he noted various bruises, cuts and scars littering her body. She was weak, and barely sensate. He subtly muttered a charm to harden himself. There was no way he could perform naturally under these conditions.

Mari heard footsteps approaching, and dazedly wondered what else these vile people had in store for her. She was convinced now that she was going to die, and she prayed it would come quickly. She didn’t think she could physically take one more person invading her body for their sick pleasure. She hurt everywhere, and was convinced she was bleeding in some places she’d rather not think about. Her captor had made good on his promise that she’d be begging for death by the time he’d finished with her. He’d broken her bones, cut her to ribbons, used torturous spells on her countless times, and at the end of each session, he’d used her for his own depraved release.

Working up enough strength to lift her head up to see who was approaching, she quickly wished she hadn’t done so. Her eyes flashed with fear to see a man in one of those horrifying masks walking toward her, unfastening his trousers. When he reached her, he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back. Tears leaked from her eyes as she watched, helpless once again, as the man knelt between her legs, pulled out his erection, grabbed a hold of her with one hand and himself with the other, and thrust into her.

From somewhere inside, she managed to scream as the masked man pistoned his hips in a quick rhythm, relentlessly driving in and out of her abused body. She struggled against him, but he held her firmly in place with the heavy weight of his body. After what seemed like an eternity, she felt his body quake in small spasms, heard him grunt, and felt him empty himself into her, whereupon he promptly slumped over her, panting slightly. Tears continued to fall from her eyes, and her body was wracked with silent sobs. She quieted a moment later as she heard the man muttering. She had to focus hard on his voice to make out what he was saying as the words came in no more than a faint whisper.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”

Her eyes widened in shock as she recognised the voice. Panic overwhelmed her, and she reached up, ripping the mask from his face before he could stop her. He quickly lifted his eyes to meet hers, and scanned her features. Her lips trembled, and her eyes welled up as she looked at him in disbelief at what had just occurred between them. She opened her mouth to scream, but Severus quickly whipped out his wand, somehow managing to keep it hidden between their bodies as he said quietly, “Stupefy!”

The scream died on her lips as her body slumped to the ground. He put his wand discreetly away, and pulled himself up and out of her, quickly fastening his trousers back up. Putting his mask back on, he turned and made his way quietly back to the Dread Lord, kneeling again at his feet.

“Is she dead Severus?” Voldemort asked idly.

“No, my Lord, merely passed out,” he replied.

Severus thought quickly of a way to save her without giving himself up in the process, and he only hoped it would work.

“My Lord, I wish to make a request.”

Intrigued, the Dark Lord leaned forward, and gestured for Severus to continue.

“I have been working on several strong potions, and I require a test subject. Perhaps this girl would do nicely. Might I have her to test my more volatile potions?”

As the Dark Lord contemplated Severus’s request, a voice nearby rang out in protestation.

“My Lord, it was I who found the Mudblood bitch. She is mine.”

“Crucio,” came the Dread Lord’s calm reply.

Lucius crumpled to the ground in agony as his nerve-endings blazed with white-hot fire, his muscles going incredibly spasm-ing, and his mouth opening in a silent scream. When the spell finally ended, he collapsed in a heap, gasping and panting for air. A moment later, a foul smell of ammonia wafted through the air, and several people laughed as the normally elegant, always-in-control Lucius Malfoy’s body let go of its bladder.

“You may have found her, Lucius, but you brought her here to me, and therefore she is mine, and I will do with her as I please. Do not forget that.”

Looking back at Severus with a bored air, he said softly, “You ask little, Severus. The Mudblood is yours. Take her.”

Severus remained kneeling and said, “Thank you, my Lord, you are most magnanimous.”

“Yes, I know,” came the arrogant, self-assured reply.

He reached out his hand toward Severus, indicating that he should take the hand and kiss it reverently. Severus reached out and accepted the proffered hand to pay the respects the Dark Lord felt he was due.

“You may go now, Severus. And do not forget my gift to you.”

Severus reflected on the man’s words as he got up, wondering whether the Dark Lord merely meant not to forget to take the girl with him, or whether he meant that Severus would be expected to repay this gift somewhere down the line for his kindness tonight. Knowing the Dark Lord as Severus did, however, he knew the man would expect something important from Severus later on. Bowing deeply, he slowly backed up, respectfully making his retreat. When he felt he was of sufficient distance away, he stood up fully, and made his way over to the young woman still lying unconscious where he had left her. As he arrived at her side, he could see Peter Pettigrew pawing disgustingly at her. Losing what remaining patience he had, Severus grabbed Wormtail by the scruff of the neck, hauled him off the girl, and deposited the rat in front of him. When the snivelling man looked up at Severus with big round eyes, Severus reached out, and backhanded the rodent hard across the face, causing the other man to stumble backward in surprise, before tumbling most ungracefully to the ground. Several people watching began to chuckle and guffaw, clearly enjoying the new development. Ignoring them all, Severus picked the young woman up, and carried her off. He therefore was unaware of a pair of cold, grey-blue eyes following his movement as he carried the girl off, eyes vowing revenge at being incredibly humiliated, as well as losing his Pet.

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