Dracula Moon

A/N: Guys, this is really rough, violent, unwanted torture. There is rape, and brutal graphic violence, so please, if this is not your thing, please don’t read. This is not a happy fic, and not a happy chapter. And please don’t flame on how utterly sick and disgusting it is, I’m warning you now that it’s terrible, so you know what you’re in for. I’m sorry it has taken ages to update.



It took him a moment to regain his breath, though there had been little that was physically tiring about fucking the emaciated girl that lay trembling on the bed. It was her feeble attempt at defiance that had bested him, stirring something inside of him. He would not allow that to happen again. He was a dead man inside and now was certainly not the time to be arousing any sort of feelings, pity or otherwise that the girl might somehow still be fighting.





His hand shot forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair, as he yanked her to her feet. “Filthy mudblood,” he spat, barking quite close to her ear. It would take him several moments, if not longer, before he was naturally able to force himself upon her again. But there was no hurry. Sleep hardly mattered to him, and there was torture to be had in the meantime for her attempted disobedience.





Lala’s eyes were wide, though she did not gaze into his own. Her body swayed ever so slightly first to the left and then to the right, being held erect only by his firm grip in her hair. Her knees trembled and she longed to collapse to the bed, but dared not give in to such urges. The stinging sensation in her cheek was dull at best compared to the pain of her vagina. She was certain she was bleeding.





Thoughts ran wildly through his mind. So many ways of dealing with the little chit, it was difficult to choose where to begin. With a wave of his hand, a rope descended from the ceiling. Looping the end of the rope around her neck he tightened it so that it choked her, but only slightly. She coughed and promptly received his hand across her cheek. “Silence, you filthy little chit.”





With another wave of his hand the rope was hoisted up into the ceiling, bringing the girl up onto the tip of her toes, balancing and struggling to keep from hanging herself. Her eyes were wide, nearly panicked and he smirked. There was nothing like fresh panic to stir his arousal, and already he could feel blood beginning to return to his otherwise flaccid cock. Perhaps he would fuck her in the arse, a truly trying task for her in this position.





His hands gripped her hips for a moment, pressing hard against her flesh, leaving red imprints as he released her. Severus strode to a cabinet on the far side of the room. Throwing open the large oak doors, he gazed into the seemingly endless space, filled with contraptions. Torture devices, kinky sexual masks, ropes, whips, leather bindings, and various other objects lined the wall panels inside. A glinting bit of silver caught his eye and in a moment he had formulated a new plan.





With the swift thump of his boot, Severus kicked the girl hard in the back, allowing for the rope to break as she tumbled forward and fell onto the ground. She winced, stifling a cry that came to her lips. Lala did not move. “Get up.” He said. She hesitated, and was at once reprimanded with another firm kick of his boot. There would be a bruise on her side come the morning, if she lasted that long. Trembling, the girl stood, facing him, head angled down. “Look at me.” He hissed.





She snapped her eyes to him, not wanting to be reprimanded any further for her hesitations. They were pools of black, consuming her, radiating a fire, and never in her life had the girl wished more for death than she had at that moment. Years fighting the dark side of things, and when Harry fell, all hope had been lost. It had only been a matter of time after Ginny had disappeared that she too knew her fate would either end with her body in a dark alley, or servicing the dark alley men of this establishment with her body. Although at present, she rather wished she had opted for the former.





In his left hand he held a long silver rod, slender and curved at the tip. Severus pushed her onto the bed. “Spread,” he sneered and knelt at the foot of the bed, once more dragging her hips to the edge. The girl gazed at the ceiling, afraid to close her eyes. She was completely hairless, no doubt a depilatory charm cast by the madam upon receiving her, the new ones always were. He slapped his palm down hard against her naked mound. Her body shuddered in response, but she bit her lip to keep from crying out.





He could hear screams from just down the hall, and they roused him from his intentions of forcing the sound straight into her urethra. Normally the rooms were quite soundproof, but to hear the guttural cries of anguish had peaked his curiosity. “Move one muscle and I’ll sever it from your body.” He said and rose to his feet, moving to the door. Pulling open the door, he emerged into the hallway and was greeted with a sight most unbecoming to him.





Ginger was grasping at the banister of the staircase, screaming. Blood was everywhere, and just behind her stood Malfoy, tugging her by her hair. Another fistful of the fiery tresses came free from her scalp and he tossed them to the floor beside her. “You’ve got an entire head, you filthy witch, I’ll keep pulling,” the blonde wizard sneered. He drew his cane up and smashed it down against her back. The girl cried out in agony, coughing and sputtering blood.





Severus was not one to interfere. Though he could hardly tear his eyes away from what was happening. Something inside of him twitched. But it was not enough. He simply stood there, watching as another handful of the girl’s hair was ripped from her scalp, her body trembling wildly, a puddle of blood forming around her on the floor.





“Enough of this,” said Lucius and reached forward with both hands, grabbing the girl around the neck. He easily overpowered the girl and yanked her to her feet. The girl’s body was slammed hard against the wall. Severus turned and retreated into the room. He grabbed hold of Lala’s wrist and dragged her to the doorway, forcing her head to gaze down the corridor. Lucius had bound Ginger against the wall with a spell, spreading her legs slightly apart. “Perhaps this will teach you to leave without asking…” he hissed. With a mighty swing, Lucius Malfoy cracked the heavy metal head of his cane down on the girl’s left ankle. She wailed, still sputtering blood from a cut in her lip, and again he smashed his cane to her ankle. The bone was breaking as her skin swelled and blood began to seep forth.





Severus grabbed Lala around the neck. The display was sickening, and yet it made him smirk. “Be fortunate that I claimed you, slut.” He growled near her ear. “Attempt to leave and I’ll give you far worse.” He did not linger in the hallway to see what became of the other girl, though he could only imagine that she had far worse to endure at the hand of Lucius Malfoy.





Once inside the room, and having abandoned his thoughts about the urethral sound, Severus eyed the girl carefully. Her skin shone even in the dim room lighting, pale and already bruises were beginning to form against it. She would not last the night, he was almost certain. But he needed a means of release. It was wrong, demonic, but cathartic. It had been a long time since he had claimed a life, these days he just didn’t have it in him. It wasn’t pity or sympathy that kept him from killing at the revels, or even at the establishments of ill repute, but his apathy toward life, and his inability to feel anything aside from the empty numbness inside of him. He would often tire of the torturous process midway through and toss the victims to other, more willing and eager death eaters.





But she was different. There was not a desire to kill, although it would have been merciful to say the least. He longed to push her. That tiny bit of spark he had seen in her when she’d tugged at his hair, it had been enough to spark something inside of him. Perhaps if he could push her, she would survive. But it all seemed so pointless. Survive for what? To live another day in the brothel, and eventually meet her end there as well? He couldn’t fathom beyond what the morning would bring to her. What if the cure was worse than the disease? To be pushed so far by the monster he’d degenerated into until madness set in upon her, was it wise? He didn’t care.





“On your knees,” he growled, and forced a hand to her shoulder, banishing the door shut with a wave of his hand. She complied, falling hard on her tiny legs, wincing in pain. He tugged a handful of her hair back, forcing her head to tilt up, and their gaze to meet. “When was the last time you ate?” he snarled.





“I don’t remember, sir.” She said quietly. There was no spark of defiance, no hint of flare inside her eyes. Perhaps Hermione Granger really was dead. If that were the case, it would take little time to finish her off physically.





“Are you hungry?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.





“I don’t know, sir.” She said. She was rewarded with a slap. He drew his hand back to slap her again, but she muttered. “No, sir.” He slapped her again anyhow, tossing her cheek roughly to one side, the red print of his hand left on her flesh.





“Pity, you’re about to be force fed.” Reaching a hand into his trousers, Severus pulled his erect member out, dropping his pants ever so slightly. Her lips were pressed together and her frowned. Grabbing her by her throat, he pulled her up until she was level with his face, gazing hard into her eyes. He could see tears starting to well up once more. Another harsh smack landed to her cheek and this time she could not help but sob. He was breaking her.





Severus pressed his lips to hers. A gentle kiss, massaging her lips with his tongue for a moment, and then sucking her lower lip between his own lips, and then between his teeth. He bit down, nibbling for a moment, and then applied more pressure. She squirmed against him, trying to pull her lip back, but he bit harder, tearing at her flesh until coppery fluid sprung forth and her lip was bleeding quite profusely. Tasting her blood, he pulled back and forced her once more to her knees. “Open your mouth,” he hissed.





She had no choice but to comply. One hand gripped the back of her head while the other guided his rigid length into her mouth. Without warning he began to roughly fuck her mouth, the blood acting as a hot, sticky lubricant against his throbbing prick. He growled, eyes rolling back in his head as he forced himself down her throat. Lala couldn’t breathe, and she began to gag, feeling the tip of his cock poking into her windpipe. He did not slow his pace as he felt her throat constricting around him.





Severus thrust his hips hard against her face, watching her cheeks turn red, and then purple as she choked on him, unable to breathe. He pulled back and thrust in hard, growling as her teeth scraped him. She’d lost control of her lips and her teeth were now digging a track against his tender swollen flesh. It had stung to say the least. Pulling back at once, he kicked her square in the chest, not caring how she landed when she fell back.





His prick was stinging, angry red marks glaring on his flesh. At once he stormed across the room to the cabinet, and thrust open the doors. He returned a moment later and grabbed her by her hair, tugging her into the tiny bathroom that was attached to the room. Severus forced the girl down onto the toilet seat, not bothering to push the lid down. “Wanton bitch,” he hissed. “You’ll pay for that.”





Lala’s eyes went wide as she tried to move from the toilet, though where she would go if she had managed to stand up, she hadn’t the slightest idea. In his hand he held a dull pair of what appeared to be pliers. Again she squirmed against the seat, trying to stand to push him out of the way. Forcing one knee across her lap, he yanked her head back by her hair until she was gazing straight up, mouth pointed toward the ceiling. The girl pulled her lips in tight, the blood staining them crimson as she tried desperately to keep her mouth closed.





His prick was still stinging, though the cool air of the bathroom helped to sooth it. He was an animal, he would destroy her, and the once former Hermione Granger, now whore Lala, would crumble to pieces beneath him, as he took her apart piece by piece. Wishing he had a third arm, he found a quick solution to his lack of extra appendages and with a quick murmured spell, he had her hair yanked by what felt like invisible hands.





“Please…” she tried to cry, but quickly closed her mouth, afraid that she had given him the opportunity he would need to inflict further pain upon her.





He simply chuckled. “Please indeed…this will please me very much.” Severus pushed one hand against her cheek, using his fingers to force her lips apart, and then force her jaw open. The other carefully wielded the pliers. “Filthy mudblood, don’t think I don’t know who you are…where your loyalties lie…” he hadn’t even heard the words come out of his mouth, and would not have believed himself to say such things, regardless of how destroyed she would be come the morning.





The dull metal of the pliers slid open as he pushed them into her mouth. Clamping down on her upper right canine, Severus began to yank hard against the tooth as she tried struggling, and then began screaming. With a rough sounding crack, the tooth, root and all, came free from her gums and blood gushed into her mouth, spilling down her face. He tossed the tooth carelessly into the sink and forced her lips open once more. She screamed again as he clamped the pliers down on the left canine. His eyes gazed over her face, watching the crimson swirls of blood leak from her lips. Her eyes were closed. “Open your eyes,” he spat. “Or I’ll open them permanently.”





Lala forced her eyes open, her body shaking as searing pain shot through her head. Another forceful tug had her shrieking once more as root, tooth, and blood were liberated from her gums. This tooth clinked into the sink next to the other, blood spattering the already stained porcelain. “Scrape me again, witch, and I’ll remove them all.” Severus dropped the pliers to the floor and shoved her from the toilet seat.





Lala had barely caught herself as he grabbed the back of her head and again proceeded to thrust his cock into her throat. Her mouth was filled with blood, the hot sticky warmth causing him to growl as it coated his arousal. She was choking and gagging as he pumped into her throat. Moments later he came, pulling out and spraying his blood mingled cum all over her face. Before she had the chance to heave, he turned her head roughly and forced it down into the toilet, holding her face under.





“Filthy mudblood,” he hissed, pulling her up for air but for only a second. Again he thrust her head into the bowl, holding her under. “Survive this.” He said, almost silently.