Disharmony in the Dungeons

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Chapter 33 ~ Presenting the Conditions

Severus appeared before the Dark Lord’s throne, and bowed to the scaly wizard occupying it. Voldemort was dressed in silver robes, with a green silk snake coiling around it. The eyes of the snake flashed whenever the Dark Lord moved.

“My Lord,” Severus said, straightening.

“Ah, Severus. Your wife has done well at university I hear, and is a Spells Mistress of the highest caliber, unparalleled. I am quite pleased,” the Dark Lord lisped in his high-pitched voice. “Has she agreed to join me?”

“She has my Lord, but with some reservations,” Severus replied coolly.

“Reservations? What reservations?” Voldemort demanded, frowning.

“My wife is not a dark individual, my Lord. She is governed by logic. I had to discuss her service to you frankly…tell her the things that would be expected of her, as well as my duties to you as well. She did not like much of it, my Lord,” he said. “She said she would join you if certain duties were not forced upon herself…or me.”

Voldemort scowled.

“She would set conditions on her joining my ranks?” Voldemort asked, his expression growing dangerous.

“Yes, my Lord. But you must be aware that she does indeed want to serve you. She has grown up with Harry Potter and believes that he will not be able to defeat you. You are a greater wizard and have more power. She wants to be on the winning side, my Lord. She just does not want to be subject to or part of certain aspects of serving you. Considering her talent at Spell Making, the few conditions she has set forth are no great loss. What she will willingly provide you will more than make up for her lack of participation on other levels. Once she takes the Mark, her loyalty is assured, my Lord,” Severus said persuasively.

Voldemort thought about this.

“What are the conditions, Severus?” he asked the Potions Master.

Severus handed the rolled parchment to a deatheater at the right of Voldemort’s throne. The deatheater unrolled the parchment, examined it then handed it to the Dark Lord with a low bow. Voldemort read the parchment…his eyes widening and narrowing as he did so.

He looked at Severus. “Quite an extensive list. No revels. No spying. No sexual acts. It seems all she wants to do is work on Spells,” he said.

“Yes my Lord. She is extremely focused,” he said.

“She also wants to take away my favorite toy. She doesn’t want you to entertain me any longer,” the Dark Lord said.

“No, my Lord. But that is understandable. She is my wife and doesn’t like the idea of me fucking other women. It causes her great distress that I must do so. Plus, my Lord, there is word that among your ranks there are several wizards quite well endowed that would be excellent substitutes for me. Someone new might increase your pleasure after all these years,” Severus said.

The Dark Lord looked thoughtful. Maybe observing others would be equally rewarding, but Severus was tried and true, and knew what the Dark Lord liked to see.

Severus divined his thoughts.

“My Lord, I would teach them how to perform to your liking,” he added. Severus could oversee the wizards until they became familiar with the Dark Lord’s preferences.

Voldemort’s red eyes rested on the Potions Master.

“Yes. Maybe it would be stimulating to have some ‘new meat’ as it were. Very well. I will relieve you of your duty and you will focus on Potions, working in tangent with your wife. I will also agree to the conditions. I have plenty of female deatheaters to do my bidding. Plus, she is a muggle-born. Keeping her out of the presence of my loyal followers might not be a bad idea. However, she must participate in the ritual when she receives her Mark, Severus. That cannot be conditional,” Voldemort said.

“My Lord, she does have some issue with the ritual,” Severus said, “but I have thought up a way that might satisfy the need for her public subjugation. I will brutalize her myself, my Lord. Fully.”

The Dark Lord’s eyebrows rose. Severus was extremely brutal, which was why he liked to watch him. He used his cock like a weapon and beat women down to broken, sobbing shells of themselves.

“Your wife agrees to this?” the Dark Lord asked.

“Rather than have several men ravage her, yes my Lord,” Severus replied.

“Is she aware of how brutal you are, Severus?” the Dark Lord asked. The Potions Master was as bad as several deatheaters in Voldemort’s estimation.

“No, my Lord. I have never hurt her badly fucking her,” he said. Well, he may have a little, but nothing like he was capable of.

Voldemort smiled. The mudblood would be ravished and broken by her own husband. That would adequately show her how much power he had over Severus. It could be even more damaging to her than being gangbanged, since this was the man she so loved. And he would do it publicly. Yes, he liked the idea very much.

“I would expect you to be even more brutal than usual in this case, Severus. She is your wife, and you might feel obligated to hold back. I will not accept that. If I give you the dispensation to take your own wife in ritual, it must be done in a way that my other deatheaters will not be willing to try and emulate if their own wives join,” he said to the Potions Master.

“I will fuck her as if I do not know her, my Lord. I assure you, it will be a violent act, suitable to the ritual’s requirements,” the Potions Master said to the Dark Lord. Voldemort smiled his approval. Severus never said anything he didn’t mean. His wife would be brought low before his throne.

“Very well, I will accept you as her only assailant for the ritual. When she is sufficiently broken, I will give her the Mark, and she will be one of mine. She will be excused from the revels, and other duties. She will not receive random punishments for my pleasure, although she will be subject to punishment if she displeases me in any way. She will be excused from sexual duties to me or other deatheaters. However, she will still be a deatheater’s wife, and your brothers may approach her for sex, Severus. I do not expect you to harm them. It is her choice whether or not to receive them,” the Dark Lord said. “No more Blood Right claims over her.”

Severus scowled slightly.

“As long as they do not attempt to force themselves on her as Lucius did, my Lord, I will do nothing to deter them,” the Potions Master said. Of course, it was a lie. He doubted many brothers would approach her after what happened to Lucius. But then again, Hermione was quite desirable. There might be a wolf or two among the sheep.

“Fair enough, Severus,” the Dark Lord said, eyeing Severus with a familiar look. “Since these conditions will not go into effect until your wife receives the Mark, I might as well get my last bit of entertainment out of you.”

Severus groaned inwardly. The Dark Lord clapped his hands together twice. Two deatheater females walked up to Severus and started undressing.

One of the women was a curvaceous raven-haired beauty, the other was the redhead he had taken last time he performed for the Dark Lord. She looked at him, licking her lips as she disrobed. Considering how badly Severus had brutalized her, he was sure something was very wrong with the witch. By the time he had finished with her, there was blood on his cock. Obviously, she liked that kind of thing. So be it.

Voldemort watched as the women removed their robes, his thin hand sliding beneath his robes, the tip of his forked tongue vibrating between his scaly lips. A mattress appeared.

“I’d like to see a doubleheader,” the Dark Lord said, smirking as the naked women attacked the Potions Master’s robes.

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A/N: One more for the Gipper, Severus. Sigh. He didn’t really think he’d get out of Voldemort’s presence unscathed. Well at least Voldy conceded and allowed Hermione’s taking the Mark to be conditional. That ritual sounds brutal. Please review.