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Descent of Debauchery
Quarter-Blooded Witch- Severus hasn't forgiven Hermione yet for what she has done. He has accepted what has happened but told her he doesn't know if he can forgive her. It might take him a long while to get over the fact that she allowed herself to be with Rabastan. I do blame the curse for much of what happened to Hermione, but the heat of the moment when she got "over" her disgust with giving fellatio was a fluke.... it's not to say it won't pop up again in the future.
HarryGinny4Eva- Lucius will get his in the end, don't worry. I believe in happy endings so no matter what , my readers are guaranteed at least that.
Tito- You are right about Severus' oath with Minerva. It was very hypocritical of Minerva to extract such an oath from him concerning Hermione when she knows what he knows. Minerva also saw him as pretty much a pawn and useless when he didn't have his magic. She had other plans for him which.... are going to be interrupted. She sees Hermione more valuable in the grand scheme of things. Minerva really isn't in a good state as I'm sure that is obvious by now.
Grace: I think Severus is going to be too busy to dwell on what he saw during Legilimency with Hermione but it will probably rear its ugly head at least once more.
Sandlapper- Normally Hermione would be totally irate with Severus using Legilimency on her that way but she was so relieved to have him love and accept her, the burden of guilt off her shoulders that the acceptance of each other went both ways. Hermione is a bit of a fickle creature in this story. It's a story of her growth as much as Severus.
I won't always be able to answer questions this way but I will try!! Now, on to the story.
*****************************************WARNING WARNING WARNING************************************************
This is a very, very ugly chapter. Violent rape and disfigurement at the hands of Lucius Malfoy. I am sorry to disappoint you all that have enjoyed the last two lovely chapters but the rage moves on and we see how utterly horrible Lucius is in this chapter at the hands of an innocent young girl. I highly recommend you wait until tomorrow's update if you are squicked in any way. It is really horrible, even by my standards. Thanks for reading and reviewing!!!
Chapter 59- Descent of Debauchery
Lucius was feeling particularly enraged and frustrated. He was sick of the lack of progress his lackeys were making in determining the location of the second scroll. They had been at it for months. At this rate, he was going to have to wait another full year if the pace didn’t pick up real soon. There were eight more fucking scrolls to find!
The young girl at his feet trembled, not daring to look up at him. His taste had been getting more and more bloodthirsty by the day. It was extremely difficult for him to orgasm without some sort of sick perversion in store. The Muggle trash was caught out streetwalking. He gave an ugly sneer and shoved her backward to the cold floor with his boot. It was inconsequential that he killed an average of four or five Muggles a week. They were garbage under his feet.
Lucius was in the mood for blood tonight. He didn’t want to fuck a used or dead body this evening. Oh no, it had been a long while since he had enjoyed a good, clean torture session and brutal kill while the heart pumped the lifeblood out of a young, screaming body that choked on its own fluids.
He wanted the girl to struggle. “I’m going to slice your throat and fuck that trashy cunt of yours. Beg me, and I might be merciful.”
The black-haired waif tried to dart past him, and he easily lifted her by the long braid. “Ooh, you are feisty! Tell me you want my prick up that filthy tight arse yours. Beg for it.”
“Go fuck yourself Mister!” she screamed, lashing out with long nails and a snarl like a hellcat.
“Mr. Kisklove was right when he said you were a firecracker,” Lucius chuckled, holding her at arm’s length.
“I hope you rot in hell!” came her fiery reply as she desperately kicked at him.
She was no match for him. Holding her at arm’s length easily kept her from hurting him, even as she ineffectively clawed at his arms.
“Love, you are in hell!” he roared, forcefully flinging her to the ground and leaping on top of her. His powerful fists connected with her delicate face, crunching beneath the impact. A low moan escaped her as her hands flew to her face in horror.
Lucius flicked open a switchblade of his own design. It was enchanted to stay razor sharp. Blood slid off it like oil on water. The lovely blade slid through flesh and bone alike with no resistance. He was quite proud of his little invention. The handle was a dark green with a silver snake that slithered around the surface, and a small LM was inscribed on the end in real silver filigree.
Her feet kicked ineffectually under him. His weight was no match for her. Enraged fingers blindly lashed out to stop him from hurting her. His hand caught her bloodied wrist, running the edge of the blade down one finger. A trail of blood trickled after it.
“Which finger would you like to lose first?”
“No! Please don’t cut off my fingers!”
“Oh, now you’re going to be nice to me? If you had begged when I asked, I would have simply killed you mercifully. But you wanted me to go fuck myself, as you so eloquently stated, so I’m afraid I must punish you first.”
A quick slice and her pinky dropped to the floor. Her screams ricocheted off the walls.
“Ah, music to my ears, love!” The ring finger followed the pinky.
Lucius was growing hard, the blood rushing from his brain down to cock. God he loved a bitch that fought back. Her other hand contacted the side of his cheek, stinging painfully.
Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop went all five fingers of the other hand.
“You fucking bastard!” she wailed, horrified at her fingerless hand. “You are a sick fuck! Oh, God!”
“Yes, I am a sick fuck,” he agreed amiably. “It is one of my nicer traits.”
The girl struggled wildly, desperate to get him off of her. His erection ground into her belly, throbbing to get inside of her.
Lucius struggled to grasp a phial from his pocket. He forced the girl’s mouth open and sloppily poured it down her throat, spilling half of it. It didn’t take long to take effect. The intoxicant coursed through her veins, deadening the nerves and causing mild pupil dilation. Blood was rapidly pumping from her severed finger stumps. He took out his wand and cauterized them, only a low moan indicating she had felt anything at all.
“Good little slut. Now we can have some real fun.”
“No,” came the soft reply, not even bothering to fight back anymore.
Damn, Severus made it too strong! The potion was supposed to subdue the victim, not make them semi-comatose. He shrugged internally. There was still entertainment to be had.
His blade appeared in his grasp once more, and he brought the tip to the corner of her eye socket. With a flick of the wrist it was out of the socket and squashed on the floor. This elicited another high pitched wail. Oh god he loved when they were in pain.
Lucius shredded her clothing then, not caring if he cut her flesh. His own clothing was yanked down to the knees. He smeared some of the blood over her young cunt. His estimation was she couldn’t have been more than twenty. Not able to wait any longer, the solid shaft of his prick entered her brutally, the knife falling from his grasp to the floor. He pulled on her hair, ripping the braid partially off the skull in his fit of lust.
A surge of adrenaline ripped through him at the sight of her smashed and defiled face. The beauty of the horror was exquisitely painful for him. Nothing quite made him blow his load for a woman than impending death.
Hooking her legs under his elbows, the powerful thrusts drove deeper than he knew she could handle, but he didn’t care. All concentration was on the building crescendo in his cock and balls. Lucius gasped, beginning to feel the start of his orgasm. He flopped down onto the girl, reaching for his knife to bring it up and slash her carotid artery. Bright red blossoms of blood spurted from her neck over his pristine hair and cloak, his body roughly jerking in mad spasms as the remains of his seed spurted into her slowly dying body.
Like a modern day vampire, her lowered his lips to the cut and sucked passionately, lapping at the blood as a real lover does giving pleasure to a woman’s cunt.
His orgasm subsided along with the flow of blood, and the girl’s head lolled to the side. Her empty socket glared at him accusingly and he smiled back at it in satisfaction. “Thanks, love, I do believe that was the best fuck I’ve had all week.”
The monster cleaned himself with his wand and lightly hopped up the stairs. He wondered what Kingsley’s wife had made for dinner. There was nothing like a good torture session to work up a healthy appetite.
HarryGinny4Eva- Lucius will get his in the end, don't worry. I believe in happy endings so no matter what , my readers are guaranteed at least that.
Tito- You are right about Severus' oath with Minerva. It was very hypocritical of Minerva to extract such an oath from him concerning Hermione when she knows what he knows. Minerva also saw him as pretty much a pawn and useless when he didn't have his magic. She had other plans for him which.... are going to be interrupted. She sees Hermione more valuable in the grand scheme of things. Minerva really isn't in a good state as I'm sure that is obvious by now.
Grace: I think Severus is going to be too busy to dwell on what he saw during Legilimency with Hermione but it will probably rear its ugly head at least once more.
Sandlapper- Normally Hermione would be totally irate with Severus using Legilimency on her that way but she was so relieved to have him love and accept her, the burden of guilt off her shoulders that the acceptance of each other went both ways. Hermione is a bit of a fickle creature in this story. It's a story of her growth as much as Severus.
I won't always be able to answer questions this way but I will try!! Now, on to the story.
*****************************************WARNING WARNING WARNING************************************************
This is a very, very ugly chapter. Violent rape and disfigurement at the hands of Lucius Malfoy. I am sorry to disappoint you all that have enjoyed the last two lovely chapters but the rage moves on and we see how utterly horrible Lucius is in this chapter at the hands of an innocent young girl. I highly recommend you wait until tomorrow's update if you are squicked in any way. It is really horrible, even by my standards. Thanks for reading and reviewing!!!
Chapter 59- Descent of Debauchery
Lucius was feeling particularly enraged and frustrated. He was sick of the lack of progress his lackeys were making in determining the location of the second scroll. They had been at it for months. At this rate, he was going to have to wait another full year if the pace didn’t pick up real soon. There were eight more fucking scrolls to find!
The young girl at his feet trembled, not daring to look up at him. His taste had been getting more and more bloodthirsty by the day. It was extremely difficult for him to orgasm without some sort of sick perversion in store. The Muggle trash was caught out streetwalking. He gave an ugly sneer and shoved her backward to the cold floor with his boot. It was inconsequential that he killed an average of four or five Muggles a week. They were garbage under his feet.
Lucius was in the mood for blood tonight. He didn’t want to fuck a used or dead body this evening. Oh no, it had been a long while since he had enjoyed a good, clean torture session and brutal kill while the heart pumped the lifeblood out of a young, screaming body that choked on its own fluids.
He wanted the girl to struggle. “I’m going to slice your throat and fuck that trashy cunt of yours. Beg me, and I might be merciful.”
The black-haired waif tried to dart past him, and he easily lifted her by the long braid. “Ooh, you are feisty! Tell me you want my prick up that filthy tight arse yours. Beg for it.”
“Go fuck yourself Mister!” she screamed, lashing out with long nails and a snarl like a hellcat.
“Mr. Kisklove was right when he said you were a firecracker,” Lucius chuckled, holding her at arm’s length.
“I hope you rot in hell!” came her fiery reply as she desperately kicked at him.
She was no match for him. Holding her at arm’s length easily kept her from hurting him, even as she ineffectively clawed at his arms.
“Love, you are in hell!” he roared, forcefully flinging her to the ground and leaping on top of her. His powerful fists connected with her delicate face, crunching beneath the impact. A low moan escaped her as her hands flew to her face in horror.
Lucius flicked open a switchblade of his own design. It was enchanted to stay razor sharp. Blood slid off it like oil on water. The lovely blade slid through flesh and bone alike with no resistance. He was quite proud of his little invention. The handle was a dark green with a silver snake that slithered around the surface, and a small LM was inscribed on the end in real silver filigree.
Her feet kicked ineffectually under him. His weight was no match for her. Enraged fingers blindly lashed out to stop him from hurting her. His hand caught her bloodied wrist, running the edge of the blade down one finger. A trail of blood trickled after it.
“Which finger would you like to lose first?”
“No! Please don’t cut off my fingers!”
“Oh, now you’re going to be nice to me? If you had begged when I asked, I would have simply killed you mercifully. But you wanted me to go fuck myself, as you so eloquently stated, so I’m afraid I must punish you first.”
A quick slice and her pinky dropped to the floor. Her screams ricocheted off the walls.
“Ah, music to my ears, love!” The ring finger followed the pinky.
Lucius was growing hard, the blood rushing from his brain down to cock. God he loved a bitch that fought back. Her other hand contacted the side of his cheek, stinging painfully.
Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop went all five fingers of the other hand.
“You fucking bastard!” she wailed, horrified at her fingerless hand. “You are a sick fuck! Oh, God!”
“Yes, I am a sick fuck,” he agreed amiably. “It is one of my nicer traits.”
The girl struggled wildly, desperate to get him off of her. His erection ground into her belly, throbbing to get inside of her.
Lucius struggled to grasp a phial from his pocket. He forced the girl’s mouth open and sloppily poured it down her throat, spilling half of it. It didn’t take long to take effect. The intoxicant coursed through her veins, deadening the nerves and causing mild pupil dilation. Blood was rapidly pumping from her severed finger stumps. He took out his wand and cauterized them, only a low moan indicating she had felt anything at all.
“Good little slut. Now we can have some real fun.”
“No,” came the soft reply, not even bothering to fight back anymore.
Damn, Severus made it too strong! The potion was supposed to subdue the victim, not make them semi-comatose. He shrugged internally. There was still entertainment to be had.
His blade appeared in his grasp once more, and he brought the tip to the corner of her eye socket. With a flick of the wrist it was out of the socket and squashed on the floor. This elicited another high pitched wail. Oh god he loved when they were in pain.
Lucius shredded her clothing then, not caring if he cut her flesh. His own clothing was yanked down to the knees. He smeared some of the blood over her young cunt. His estimation was she couldn’t have been more than twenty. Not able to wait any longer, the solid shaft of his prick entered her brutally, the knife falling from his grasp to the floor. He pulled on her hair, ripping the braid partially off the skull in his fit of lust.
A surge of adrenaline ripped through him at the sight of her smashed and defiled face. The beauty of the horror was exquisitely painful for him. Nothing quite made him blow his load for a woman than impending death.
Hooking her legs under his elbows, the powerful thrusts drove deeper than he knew she could handle, but he didn’t care. All concentration was on the building crescendo in his cock and balls. Lucius gasped, beginning to feel the start of his orgasm. He flopped down onto the girl, reaching for his knife to bring it up and slash her carotid artery. Bright red blossoms of blood spurted from her neck over his pristine hair and cloak, his body roughly jerking in mad spasms as the remains of his seed spurted into her slowly dying body.
Like a modern day vampire, her lowered his lips to the cut and sucked passionately, lapping at the blood as a real lover does giving pleasure to a woman’s cunt.
His orgasm subsided along with the flow of blood, and the girl’s head lolled to the side. Her empty socket glared at him accusingly and he smiled back at it in satisfaction. “Thanks, love, I do believe that was the best fuck I’ve had all week.”
The monster cleaned himself with his wand and lightly hopped up the stairs. He wondered what Kingsley’s wife had made for dinner. There was nothing like a good torture session to work up a healthy appetite.