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Unthinkable
Chapter Number/Total: 16/31
Chapter Title: Unthinkable
Words: 3236 Words
Draco happily buttered toast for both of them and set it onto the plates. Tea was already on the table where Harry was sitting. An owl tapped on the window with their morning copy of the Daily Prophet.
Harry picked up his toast and began to quietly munch on it, glancing over at the window when he heard the owl. He shook his head and looked away. He missed Hedwig.
Draco went to the window and collected the paper from the owl, feeding it a treat and putting the payment in the pouch for it. He sat down at the table and sipped his tea, opening the paper.
The headline read: "McLaggen Claims Imperiused, Not Really a Death Eater."
Draco frowned and began reading, nibbling his toast as he did. The article explained how recently captured Death Eater, Cormac McLaggen, claimed he had been under Imperius during Voldemort's reign, forced to do things against his will that he would never have done otherwise.
Harry curiously leaned over to get a glimpse of the paper like he did every morning, but today was different. He recognised the name on the page. Cormac McLaggen. Harry dropped his toast and went still, memories flooding his mind all at once, his body then beginning to shiver violently.
Draco was caught up in the paper, unaware of Harry's reaction.
Harry pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them tightly, biting his lip hard. He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered, shaking and rocking.
Draco looked up and his eyes widened when he saw the other man. "Harry?" he said, getting to his feet and moving to him.
Harry cringed away, shaking his head quickly a few times. He was panting and his stomach felt sick.
"Oh, Harry," Draco got to one knee beside him. "What's wrong?"
"Hurts," Harry whispered, still not opening his eyes yet.
"I'm right here, Harry," Draco soothed. "No one will hurt you."
"No, please," Harry continued, begging with whoever was hurting him in his mind. "Please!"
"Who are you afraid of Harry?" Draco urged, hoping to find out what had happened.
Harry shivered and shook his head again. "McLaggen," he finally whispered.
"McLaggen hurt you?" Draco asked, wishing he could reach for Harry now but not wanting to scare him. He was close in case the man wanted him.
Harry nodded slowly, shame colouring his face once he finally opened his eyes.
"He can't hurt you now," Draco said firmly.
McLaggen definitely couldn't hurt Harry, especially now that he was found and put in Azkaban for what he had done. But Harry was still feeling really shaky after only remembering. He shook his head and looked away, chewing on his bottom lip.
Draco tentatively reached his hands out to take Harry's hands in his. "I'm right here, Harry, talk to me," he whispered.
Harry shook his head again, not wanting to talk about anything with Draco. Maybe it was better than he didn't know about what had happened after all, so that his view of Harry wouldn't change.
"I want to help you, Harry," Draco whispered. "I know you think I won't understand, but I will."
"I don't want you to know," Harry said softly, still not able to look at Draco.
"Look at me, please," Draco asked, hands squeezing Harry's. "I understand about doing things ... things you regret and things that make you feel ashamed ....” The blond's face flushed with his own memories.
"I ... I begged for it," Harry whispered, slowly looking over at Draco. His eyes welled up with tears as he spoke. "All the time. I wanted it ... I needed it."
Draco went still for a moment. He really hadn't expected that. "For them to hurt you?" he asked.
Harry nodded, his tears beginning to fall. It was all the same to him now. "To use me ... fuck me," he whispered, pulling his hands out of Draco's and covering his face.
"Why?" Draco asked, hand trembling as he reached to rub Harry's back, trying to keep soothing contact with the man. He had to be misunderstanding what Harry was saying. It didn't make sense.
"Because I'm a slut," Harry sobbed, shaking hard.
Draco really doubted that Harry had wanted what they had done to him. "I spent years at school with you, Harry," he said. "You were never like that."
"You can't be too sure of that," Harry pointed out, sniffling and looking at him, his eyes red and puffy. "You didn't really know me, right?" But, of course, Harry really wasn't like that in school, and he never was. He was still a virgin when he had been captured.
"I knew you a lot better than you realised," Draco huffed.
"That doesn't change the fact that I'm a whore now," Harry insisted, miserable and feeling sick with it.
"You had no choice," Draco said firmly. "A whore gets paid. A slut wants it."
"They let me come when I was good, so I wanted it," Harry whispered. "And I got food. That's a payment."
"That's survival," Draco said, face grim with the realisation of what he was hearing.
Harry shook his head, not believing him. "I begged him to fuck me the first time," he whispered.
"When you were first captured?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded, swallowing against the lump that was forming in his throat again at the memory of that night.
"Do you remember why?" Draco asked, trying to remember that his professional obligation was to get Harry to talk, to get this out, no matter how much it twisted in his guts to ask these things.
"Because I wanted it," Harry said. "I wanted it so badly ... and it hurt so much."
"It hurt? Was it something you had felt before?" Draco had a dawning realisation of what had happened now.
"I ... I never had sex before him," Harry murmured, misunderstanding Draco's question.
Draco frowned, upset anew on Harry's behalf. Rape was bad enough without it being Harry's first time. It took a minute to get control of himself to continue. "Had you ever felt that kind of need before?"
"No, not like that," Harry said. "It was like I ... needed to be touched or it hurt. But it always hurt, always. I don't remember the pain ... ever stopping." Harry shuddered and closed his eyes.
"Pain like that isn't natural," Draco insisted. "Did they give you a potion or cast a spell on you before this happened?"
"He let me have some strawberries," Harry said quietly, remembering as he spoke. "And then ... I think it was wine."
"I think I know the potion they used. Did it feel like you had to be touched or you would die?" Draco asked, his own body tensing in memory of the sensation as well.
Harry nodded, resting his chin on the top of his knees. "It only went away when I came ... and even that was painful."
"That potion would make anyone beg, Harry," Draco said. "You can't hold yourself responsible for anything you did after they gave it to you."
"Potion or not, I still went through it all. I still had to feel and hear everything," Harry said. "Every single word."
"What happened to you is beyond horrible," Draco said. "It was not your fault."
And with that ... Harry was done. He shook his head and tightened the arms around his legs. "I don't want to talk about it anymore."
"Okay," Draco said. "It was brave of you to tell me about it. What do you want? Can I do anything to make you feel better at the moment?"
Harry tensed, then finally realising Draco meant it. "Hold me?" Harry said softly, looking imploringly at Draco.
Draco smiled. "Gladly," he said, wrapping his arms around Harry, one hand cupping the back of his head.
"And a kiss," Harry added, just curling up in Draco's arms.
"My pleasure," Draco whispered, letting his lips caress the other man's, fingers softly carding through Harry's long hair.
Harry pulled back after a moment and rested his head on Draco's shoulder. "I like the kisses," he whispered.
"I am glad," Draco said. "I like them too."
"I like them a lot," Harry sighed, closing his eyes and yawning.
"Tired so early?" Draco said. They had just had breakfast.
Harry blushed and shrugged. Talking about what had happened to him always tired him out quickly. "I'm fine."
"Want to sit on the sofa with me and just read?" Draco asked. Though he meant snuggle, not just read.
"Okay, but not the newspaper," Harry said, glancing in fear at the paper on the table as if it would bite him.
***
Harry had been left chained all day and no one had even touched him, no matter how much he begged. They laughed when he did and walked just out of reach. He looked up when another person walked into the cold room, and Harry immediately reached out for him, even though he didn't know who it was. "Please," he whispered automatically, needing to be touched.
"You want something, whore?" the man asked, contempt in his voice.
Harry shifted and laid down on his back, opening his legs as wide as he could for the man, his thighs trembling. "Please fuck me. I’ll do anything."
The man laughed, shaking his head. He cast the spell and grabbed the end of the chain. "Eventually, if you do what you are told," he said. "Right now, you are mine for the night."
"McLaggen," someone said, "playing with the dog?"
The Death Eater laughed. "Yeah, my reward," McLaggen gruffed in return.
Harry looked up in confusion. It wasn't until he heard the name that he recognised his old Housemate, Cormac McLaggen. He couldn't see well without his glasses but he squinted up at him. He wanted to believe another Gryffindor wouldn't be part of this, wouldn't be a Death Eater. But his father had believed that and Pettigrew had betrayed him.
McLaggen yanked on the chain. "Come on," he snapped.
Harry had to move to get on his hands and knees so he could follow. It was difficult, because he felt so weak and shaky, from both the constant pain and not eating properly. "Can I get food, too?" he asked quietly.
"You'll get nothing if you piss me off," McLaggen barked.
Harry sniffled and looked down. He was constantly hungry and sore, but there was nothing for it but to do whatever they told him to do. The man led him to one of the rooms in the old castle and then locked the door behind him.
Harry heard a whimpering sound and looked up to find a girl in Muggle clothing chained to a bedpost. He was confused, but didn't ask questions about why there was another person here.
"You want something, dog?" McLaggen sneered at him.
Harry flinched and looked down. He did want something, but he found that asking rarely helped. "Fuck me, please," he begged anyway.
McLaggen laughed and gestured. "Do her first," he ordered.
Harry looked up at the girl again, not sure of what the man meant. He looked around to McLaggen and crawled over to him, reaching out to touch him. "Fuck me."
"Rape the girl or suffer until you do. Rape her and you get to come, and even eat, afterwards," McLaggen sneered.
It was the thought of food that made Harry turn back to crawl over to the girl, looking up at her. "I’ve never," he whispered, looking back at McLaggen.
"Hurt her or you suffer," McLaggen added.
"She's tied up," Harry said, moving to slowly stand up, even though he felt shaky.
"So?" McLaggen snorted.
"Then how do I do it?" Harry mumbled.
"You rip her fucking clothes off and fuck her," McLaggen sneered. "Even you can't be that stupid, Potter."
Harry flinched again and looked at the girl, biting his lip at the look on her face. "I'm sorry," he whispered, reaching to take off her clothes somehow.
"No, please, let me go home," the girl begged. She looked younger than Harry and had soft brown hair.
Harry stepped back, tears running down his own face. "I can't," he said, looking back towards McLaggen. "Please don't make me .... "
"Do it – or I will, and then I will slit her throat while you watch," McLaggen growled.
Harry reached to try to pull her clothes off. He pushed her shirt up until it bunched around her hands and then, his own hands shaking, pulled her skirt and then her knickers down to her ankles, kneeling to pull them the rest of the way off. She struggled and cried, pleading with him to stop. "I c-can't," Harry stammered again.
MacLaggen held up a knife, turning it so that it caught the firelight.
Harry reached out, trying to hold her hips and press his cock between her legs. "So sorry," he sobbed, even as the pain lessened a little from touching her.
She screamed, crying now. "No, no!"
McLaggen laughed.
Harry gritted his teeth, thrusting several times between her legs until he found the right angle. He felt a slick warmth and the need in his body was muted by the pleasure of that. He began to thrust, saying that he was sorry over and over, even as he did it. She struggled the entire time, yelling at him to stop. But his body felt such relief at the contact that it was hard to know how to feel.
Harry tried to remind himself that he was only hard because of the potion. It was definitely not because of the girl screaming and struggling to get away. He just wanted it to be over with, but he knew that he couldn't stop until McLaggen told him, since he couldn't come with the spell.
McLaggen stepped up behind him, grabbing Harry's arse even as he thrust into the girl. The touch surprised him, but Harry didn't stop moving. Then he felt McLaggen's cock rubbing against his arse. The man only took a minute to position himself and then he shoved roughly into Harry's body.
Harry cried out in pain, gripping the girl's hips tighter without realising he was. McLaggen began thrusting hard, pounding into Harry. Harry couldn't even move his hips like before, McLaggen's thrusts taking over everything. McLaggen fucked him so hard it was brutal even compared to what Harry had experienced so far. He felt his body being torn and the girl was bouncing against the bedpost, moaning in pain. Finally, McLaggen grunted, shoving deep, then withdrew and stepped back.
Harry was shaking hard as he slipped out, covering his face in shame. He couldn't look at the girl and see what he had done, so he ended up falling to his knees and then onto his side, curling up and trembling. "Can I come, please," he whispered, swallowing with difficulty against the lump in his throat.
"Not yet," McLaggen snapped and then picked up a knife, smiling.
"I did it, though," Harry pleaded, not wanting anything else to happen to the girl and desperate for his own relief.
McLaggen ignored Harry, stepping toward the girl who, when she saw the knife, began screaming again.
"No, wait," Harry said, pushing himself up and moving over to where McLaggen was. "I did it ... please don't .... "
"Shut up, dog," McLaggen sneered and raised the knife, drawing it down the woman's back.
"Stop it," Harry said, disobeying him for the first time and standing up so he could try to push the other man away. "Leave her alone."
McLaggen slammed Harry with his fist, sending the smaller man to the floor with the blow.
Harry grunted and turned over, still pushing himself back up. "You have me ... leave her," he said. "I'll do anything."
McLaggen sliced another long line down the girl's back as she wept and screamed, pulling at the chains and trying again to free herself.
"Please stop," Harry said, forcing himself to get up again. It was one thing to be hurt, but it was another to have to just sit by and watch someone else get hurt like this. He grabbed McLaggen's arm and tried to pull him away. McLaggen punched him squarely in the face this time, blood spurting from Harry's nose and his world spinning. Harry fell back again and stayed down this time, a hand pressed against his nose.
McLaggen laughed and continued slicing the girl's flesh.
Harry panted through his mouth and slowly lay down on his side again, turned away so he wouldn't have to see them. He could feel his nose beginning to swell and he knew McLaggen had broken it.
The girl's screaming grew more ragged and then stopped, the quiet eerie after so much noise. Now the only thing Harry could hear was McLaggen panting.
Harry still wouldn't look to see if the girl was okay, too scared of what he'd see. The blood was smeared over Harry's face as he tried to wipe it away, but more continued to leak out.
"On your hands and knees, dog," McLaggen insisted, kicking him.
Harry slowly pushed himself up on his hands and knees, one hand still cupped over his nose. McLaggen was behind him again, shoving in for the second time that night and Harry grunted, too unsteady on one hand to keep himself up. McLaggen fucked him again, slower this time, but still roughly, his fingers digging into Harry's hips. Harry fell forward after a few thrusts, his cheek pressed against the floor as he moved. He gave up on cupping his now very swollen nose and just let the blood run, only hoping that he wouldn't somehow die from this. Or maybe it would've been better to.
McLaggen finished a second time and then withdrew, getting to his feet again.
Harry fell on his side once more and curled up the best he could, trying to ignore the pain that was coming from not only his lower half, but from everywhere. "Can I come, please?" he pleaded, his voice sounding nasally.
McLaggen laughed and cast the spell that briefly released the constriction around Harry's cock.
Harry came painfully like he always did, screaming in his relief. He had a good few minutes to himself before the potion began to work him into yet another erection. He heard McLaggen moving about in the room behind him.
"Can I get food, too?" Harry asked, panting from where he lay. "Please?"
"Sure," and a leg of chicken fell on the floor near Harry's face.
Harry reached for it and ate it quickly, pushing away the bone when he was done. He wanted more, but he didn't think he'd get any. "Can I get more?" he asked softly, taking a chance.
"Look at her," McLaggen said bluntly.
Harry sniffled and slowly turned over to where the girl was, blinking open his eyes. She still hung there. McLaggen had left her face intact, but not much below her neck. More meat than flesh showed now and there was a large pool of blood below. Harry gasped and covered his mouth, moving away as quickly as he could, his stomach lurching painfully. He couldn't bear to see anymore and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep his food down.
"Still hungry?" Cormac taunted.
Harry let out a soft sob and turned away, the image burned into his mind.
Chapter Title: Unthinkable
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Draco happily buttered toast for both of them and set it onto the plates. Tea was already on the table where Harry was sitting. An owl tapped on the window with their morning copy of the Daily Prophet.
Harry picked up his toast and began to quietly munch on it, glancing over at the window when he heard the owl. He shook his head and looked away. He missed Hedwig.
Draco went to the window and collected the paper from the owl, feeding it a treat and putting the payment in the pouch for it. He sat down at the table and sipped his tea, opening the paper.
The headline read: "McLaggen Claims Imperiused, Not Really a Death Eater."
Draco frowned and began reading, nibbling his toast as he did. The article explained how recently captured Death Eater, Cormac McLaggen, claimed he had been under Imperius during Voldemort's reign, forced to do things against his will that he would never have done otherwise.
Harry curiously leaned over to get a glimpse of the paper like he did every morning, but today was different. He recognised the name on the page. Cormac McLaggen. Harry dropped his toast and went still, memories flooding his mind all at once, his body then beginning to shiver violently.
Draco was caught up in the paper, unaware of Harry's reaction.
Harry pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them tightly, biting his lip hard. He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered, shaking and rocking.
Draco looked up and his eyes widened when he saw the other man. "Harry?" he said, getting to his feet and moving to him.
Harry cringed away, shaking his head quickly a few times. He was panting and his stomach felt sick.
"Oh, Harry," Draco got to one knee beside him. "What's wrong?"
"Hurts," Harry whispered, still not opening his eyes yet.
"I'm right here, Harry," Draco soothed. "No one will hurt you."
"No, please," Harry continued, begging with whoever was hurting him in his mind. "Please!"
"Who are you afraid of Harry?" Draco urged, hoping to find out what had happened.
Harry shivered and shook his head again. "McLaggen," he finally whispered.
"McLaggen hurt you?" Draco asked, wishing he could reach for Harry now but not wanting to scare him. He was close in case the man wanted him.
Harry nodded slowly, shame colouring his face once he finally opened his eyes.
"He can't hurt you now," Draco said firmly.
McLaggen definitely couldn't hurt Harry, especially now that he was found and put in Azkaban for what he had done. But Harry was still feeling really shaky after only remembering. He shook his head and looked away, chewing on his bottom lip.
Draco tentatively reached his hands out to take Harry's hands in his. "I'm right here, Harry, talk to me," he whispered.
Harry shook his head again, not wanting to talk about anything with Draco. Maybe it was better than he didn't know about what had happened after all, so that his view of Harry wouldn't change.
"I want to help you, Harry," Draco whispered. "I know you think I won't understand, but I will."
"I don't want you to know," Harry said softly, still not able to look at Draco.
"Look at me, please," Draco asked, hands squeezing Harry's. "I understand about doing things ... things you regret and things that make you feel ashamed ....” The blond's face flushed with his own memories.
"I ... I begged for it," Harry whispered, slowly looking over at Draco. His eyes welled up with tears as he spoke. "All the time. I wanted it ... I needed it."
Draco went still for a moment. He really hadn't expected that. "For them to hurt you?" he asked.
Harry nodded, his tears beginning to fall. It was all the same to him now. "To use me ... fuck me," he whispered, pulling his hands out of Draco's and covering his face.
"Why?" Draco asked, hand trembling as he reached to rub Harry's back, trying to keep soothing contact with the man. He had to be misunderstanding what Harry was saying. It didn't make sense.
"Because I'm a slut," Harry sobbed, shaking hard.
Draco really doubted that Harry had wanted what they had done to him. "I spent years at school with you, Harry," he said. "You were never like that."
"You can't be too sure of that," Harry pointed out, sniffling and looking at him, his eyes red and puffy. "You didn't really know me, right?" But, of course, Harry really wasn't like that in school, and he never was. He was still a virgin when he had been captured.
"I knew you a lot better than you realised," Draco huffed.
"That doesn't change the fact that I'm a whore now," Harry insisted, miserable and feeling sick with it.
"You had no choice," Draco said firmly. "A whore gets paid. A slut wants it."
"They let me come when I was good, so I wanted it," Harry whispered. "And I got food. That's a payment."
"That's survival," Draco said, face grim with the realisation of what he was hearing.
Harry shook his head, not believing him. "I begged him to fuck me the first time," he whispered.
"When you were first captured?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded, swallowing against the lump that was forming in his throat again at the memory of that night.
"Do you remember why?" Draco asked, trying to remember that his professional obligation was to get Harry to talk, to get this out, no matter how much it twisted in his guts to ask these things.
"Because I wanted it," Harry said. "I wanted it so badly ... and it hurt so much."
"It hurt? Was it something you had felt before?" Draco had a dawning realisation of what had happened now.
"I ... I never had sex before him," Harry murmured, misunderstanding Draco's question.
Draco frowned, upset anew on Harry's behalf. Rape was bad enough without it being Harry's first time. It took a minute to get control of himself to continue. "Had you ever felt that kind of need before?"
"No, not like that," Harry said. "It was like I ... needed to be touched or it hurt. But it always hurt, always. I don't remember the pain ... ever stopping." Harry shuddered and closed his eyes.
"Pain like that isn't natural," Draco insisted. "Did they give you a potion or cast a spell on you before this happened?"
"He let me have some strawberries," Harry said quietly, remembering as he spoke. "And then ... I think it was wine."
"I think I know the potion they used. Did it feel like you had to be touched or you would die?" Draco asked, his own body tensing in memory of the sensation as well.
Harry nodded, resting his chin on the top of his knees. "It only went away when I came ... and even that was painful."
"That potion would make anyone beg, Harry," Draco said. "You can't hold yourself responsible for anything you did after they gave it to you."
"Potion or not, I still went through it all. I still had to feel and hear everything," Harry said. "Every single word."
"What happened to you is beyond horrible," Draco said. "It was not your fault."
And with that ... Harry was done. He shook his head and tightened the arms around his legs. "I don't want to talk about it anymore."
"Okay," Draco said. "It was brave of you to tell me about it. What do you want? Can I do anything to make you feel better at the moment?"
Harry tensed, then finally realising Draco meant it. "Hold me?" Harry said softly, looking imploringly at Draco.
Draco smiled. "Gladly," he said, wrapping his arms around Harry, one hand cupping the back of his head.
"And a kiss," Harry added, just curling up in Draco's arms.
"My pleasure," Draco whispered, letting his lips caress the other man's, fingers softly carding through Harry's long hair.
Harry pulled back after a moment and rested his head on Draco's shoulder. "I like the kisses," he whispered.
"I am glad," Draco said. "I like them too."
"I like them a lot," Harry sighed, closing his eyes and yawning.
"Tired so early?" Draco said. They had just had breakfast.
Harry blushed and shrugged. Talking about what had happened to him always tired him out quickly. "I'm fine."
"Want to sit on the sofa with me and just read?" Draco asked. Though he meant snuggle, not just read.
"Okay, but not the newspaper," Harry said, glancing in fear at the paper on the table as if it would bite him.
***
Harry had been left chained all day and no one had even touched him, no matter how much he begged. They laughed when he did and walked just out of reach. He looked up when another person walked into the cold room, and Harry immediately reached out for him, even though he didn't know who it was. "Please," he whispered automatically, needing to be touched.
"You want something, whore?" the man asked, contempt in his voice.
Harry shifted and laid down on his back, opening his legs as wide as he could for the man, his thighs trembling. "Please fuck me. I’ll do anything."
The man laughed, shaking his head. He cast the spell and grabbed the end of the chain. "Eventually, if you do what you are told," he said. "Right now, you are mine for the night."
"McLaggen," someone said, "playing with the dog?"
The Death Eater laughed. "Yeah, my reward," McLaggen gruffed in return.
Harry looked up in confusion. It wasn't until he heard the name that he recognised his old Housemate, Cormac McLaggen. He couldn't see well without his glasses but he squinted up at him. He wanted to believe another Gryffindor wouldn't be part of this, wouldn't be a Death Eater. But his father had believed that and Pettigrew had betrayed him.
McLaggen yanked on the chain. "Come on," he snapped.
Harry had to move to get on his hands and knees so he could follow. It was difficult, because he felt so weak and shaky, from both the constant pain and not eating properly. "Can I get food, too?" he asked quietly.
"You'll get nothing if you piss me off," McLaggen barked.
Harry sniffled and looked down. He was constantly hungry and sore, but there was nothing for it but to do whatever they told him to do. The man led him to one of the rooms in the old castle and then locked the door behind him.
Harry heard a whimpering sound and looked up to find a girl in Muggle clothing chained to a bedpost. He was confused, but didn't ask questions about why there was another person here.
"You want something, dog?" McLaggen sneered at him.
Harry flinched and looked down. He did want something, but he found that asking rarely helped. "Fuck me, please," he begged anyway.
McLaggen laughed and gestured. "Do her first," he ordered.
Harry looked up at the girl again, not sure of what the man meant. He looked around to McLaggen and crawled over to him, reaching out to touch him. "Fuck me."
"Rape the girl or suffer until you do. Rape her and you get to come, and even eat, afterwards," McLaggen sneered.
It was the thought of food that made Harry turn back to crawl over to the girl, looking up at her. "I’ve never," he whispered, looking back at McLaggen.
"Hurt her or you suffer," McLaggen added.
"She's tied up," Harry said, moving to slowly stand up, even though he felt shaky.
"So?" McLaggen snorted.
"Then how do I do it?" Harry mumbled.
"You rip her fucking clothes off and fuck her," McLaggen sneered. "Even you can't be that stupid, Potter."
Harry flinched again and looked at the girl, biting his lip at the look on her face. "I'm sorry," he whispered, reaching to take off her clothes somehow.
"No, please, let me go home," the girl begged. She looked younger than Harry and had soft brown hair.
Harry stepped back, tears running down his own face. "I can't," he said, looking back towards McLaggen. "Please don't make me .... "
"Do it – or I will, and then I will slit her throat while you watch," McLaggen growled.
Harry reached to try to pull her clothes off. He pushed her shirt up until it bunched around her hands and then, his own hands shaking, pulled her skirt and then her knickers down to her ankles, kneeling to pull them the rest of the way off. She struggled and cried, pleading with him to stop. "I c-can't," Harry stammered again.
MacLaggen held up a knife, turning it so that it caught the firelight.
Harry reached out, trying to hold her hips and press his cock between her legs. "So sorry," he sobbed, even as the pain lessened a little from touching her.
She screamed, crying now. "No, no!"
McLaggen laughed.
Harry gritted his teeth, thrusting several times between her legs until he found the right angle. He felt a slick warmth and the need in his body was muted by the pleasure of that. He began to thrust, saying that he was sorry over and over, even as he did it. She struggled the entire time, yelling at him to stop. But his body felt such relief at the contact that it was hard to know how to feel.
Harry tried to remind himself that he was only hard because of the potion. It was definitely not because of the girl screaming and struggling to get away. He just wanted it to be over with, but he knew that he couldn't stop until McLaggen told him, since he couldn't come with the spell.
McLaggen stepped up behind him, grabbing Harry's arse even as he thrust into the girl. The touch surprised him, but Harry didn't stop moving. Then he felt McLaggen's cock rubbing against his arse. The man only took a minute to position himself and then he shoved roughly into Harry's body.
Harry cried out in pain, gripping the girl's hips tighter without realising he was. McLaggen began thrusting hard, pounding into Harry. Harry couldn't even move his hips like before, McLaggen's thrusts taking over everything. McLaggen fucked him so hard it was brutal even compared to what Harry had experienced so far. He felt his body being torn and the girl was bouncing against the bedpost, moaning in pain. Finally, McLaggen grunted, shoving deep, then withdrew and stepped back.
Harry was shaking hard as he slipped out, covering his face in shame. He couldn't look at the girl and see what he had done, so he ended up falling to his knees and then onto his side, curling up and trembling. "Can I come, please," he whispered, swallowing with difficulty against the lump in his throat.
"Not yet," McLaggen snapped and then picked up a knife, smiling.
"I did it, though," Harry pleaded, not wanting anything else to happen to the girl and desperate for his own relief.
McLaggen ignored Harry, stepping toward the girl who, when she saw the knife, began screaming again.
"No, wait," Harry said, pushing himself up and moving over to where McLaggen was. "I did it ... please don't .... "
"Shut up, dog," McLaggen sneered and raised the knife, drawing it down the woman's back.
"Stop it," Harry said, disobeying him for the first time and standing up so he could try to push the other man away. "Leave her alone."
McLaggen slammed Harry with his fist, sending the smaller man to the floor with the blow.
Harry grunted and turned over, still pushing himself back up. "You have me ... leave her," he said. "I'll do anything."
McLaggen sliced another long line down the girl's back as she wept and screamed, pulling at the chains and trying again to free herself.
"Please stop," Harry said, forcing himself to get up again. It was one thing to be hurt, but it was another to have to just sit by and watch someone else get hurt like this. He grabbed McLaggen's arm and tried to pull him away. McLaggen punched him squarely in the face this time, blood spurting from Harry's nose and his world spinning. Harry fell back again and stayed down this time, a hand pressed against his nose.
McLaggen laughed and continued slicing the girl's flesh.
Harry panted through his mouth and slowly lay down on his side again, turned away so he wouldn't have to see them. He could feel his nose beginning to swell and he knew McLaggen had broken it.
The girl's screaming grew more ragged and then stopped, the quiet eerie after so much noise. Now the only thing Harry could hear was McLaggen panting.
Harry still wouldn't look to see if the girl was okay, too scared of what he'd see. The blood was smeared over Harry's face as he tried to wipe it away, but more continued to leak out.
"On your hands and knees, dog," McLaggen insisted, kicking him.
Harry slowly pushed himself up on his hands and knees, one hand still cupped over his nose. McLaggen was behind him again, shoving in for the second time that night and Harry grunted, too unsteady on one hand to keep himself up. McLaggen fucked him again, slower this time, but still roughly, his fingers digging into Harry's hips. Harry fell forward after a few thrusts, his cheek pressed against the floor as he moved. He gave up on cupping his now very swollen nose and just let the blood run, only hoping that he wouldn't somehow die from this. Or maybe it would've been better to.
McLaggen finished a second time and then withdrew, getting to his feet again.
Harry fell on his side once more and curled up the best he could, trying to ignore the pain that was coming from not only his lower half, but from everywhere. "Can I come, please?" he pleaded, his voice sounding nasally.
McLaggen laughed and cast the spell that briefly released the constriction around Harry's cock.
Harry came painfully like he always did, screaming in his relief. He had a good few minutes to himself before the potion began to work him into yet another erection. He heard McLaggen moving about in the room behind him.
"Can I get food, too?" Harry asked, panting from where he lay. "Please?"
"Sure," and a leg of chicken fell on the floor near Harry's face.
Harry reached for it and ate it quickly, pushing away the bone when he was done. He wanted more, but he didn't think he'd get any. "Can I get more?" he asked softly, taking a chance.
"Look at her," McLaggen said bluntly.
Harry sniffled and slowly turned over to where the girl was, blinking open his eyes. She still hung there. McLaggen had left her face intact, but not much below her neck. More meat than flesh showed now and there was a large pool of blood below. Harry gasped and covered his mouth, moving away as quickly as he could, his stomach lurching painfully. He couldn't bear to see anymore and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep his food down.
"Still hungry?" Cormac taunted.
Harry let out a soft sob and turned away, the image burned into his mind.