Broken Souls

Summary: The war left him empty inside, and everyday his soul broke a little more. That was to be his punishment and he knew it, was willing to take it even. And then he met her.

Broken Souls
Chapter Two


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“Crucio!!”

The middle aged muggle's body convulsed, limbs flailing, only the white of his eyes visible, his mouth was open in a silent scream, his voice had given out after the first minute under the curse.

The death eaters laughed as the man's wife begged for them to stop.

Marcus Flint looked at her with a glint in his eye. “You want us to stop?” He smirked when the woman nodded, his eyes went from her chest, to her legs and up again. He had to admit for an older muggle woman she wasn't so bad to look at. A new light entered his eyes, and an electric jolt went through his cock as an idea formed in his head. “What would you do to make it stop, woman?”

“Anything! I'll do anything just...please don't hurt him any more!” Sobbed the woman. Flint smiled wickedly and walked until he was standing in front of her.

“Anything, huh?” He asked mockingly. “What do you say boys? Think we can stop cursing him if she does anything for us?” He didn't wait for them to answer and instead looked at the woman. “We'll stop if you willingly let me and my friends fuck you.”

The woman's eyes widened. “W-wha...? I-I...”

“You let us fuck you and we'll stop hurting him, that simple. You just do as we say, don't try to stop us and he won't suffer any more. What do you say? Do you want me to fuck you?” His smirk grew, as the woman's eyes wondered to her husband's convulsing body before looking back to the ground. She nodded slowly. “What? I can't hear you. You have to say it, it's not that hard you know. Say: 'Yes, please I want you to fuck me' You want to help him after all right?”

“Y-yes...” She whispered. Her voice barely reaching him.

Flint scowled. “Crucio!” He added his curse to that of the other Death Eaters on her husband, he only held the spell for a few seconds, but it was enough to make the man regain his voice again, if only to let out a horrible scream.

“SAY IT!”

“Yes! Please, I want you to fuck me!” She said hysterically.

Flint laughed, and freed his member from his trousers. “Start sucking then!” He didn't even waited to see if she would do it and forced his cock into her mouth. He grabbed her by the hair when she tried to pull away as she gagged. “When I tell you to suck, you suck! If you try to resist again or refuse to do what I tell you, my friends will make sure your hubby pays. You got that?” He let go when she nodded, his swollen cock still in her mouth, tears making their way down her face.

He groaned when he felt her tongue start moving slowly. Oh! but the slut's mouth was so damn hot, he could feel himself grow even harder and bigger. “Move.” His hand went to the back of her head and pulled her head to his body. She took a breath around his length and began bobbing her head up and down. His hips started moving slowly. Oh yeah. The bitch was good, she probably spent a good amount of time doing this everyday. “Use your hands on my balls, slut.” She looked at him and hesitated for a moment before reached with her hand and started massaging him.

She didn't notice when the others stopped using their wands on her husband, and grabbed him by the head making him watch, as Marcus' pace increased. “Touch yourself.” He ordered loudly, knowing the man was watching. He held her head in place and moved faster, not letting her look her husbands way. With a whimper one of her hands moved to the hem of her nightgown and between her legs and she slowly began caressing herself. “Not like that Slut! Faster! Deeper! Fuck yourself with your finger!!” He yelled at her and started pounding into her mouth. He pulled hard on her hair when she gagged. “Do it!”

Sobbing, she pulled two fingers inside and pushed them in and out fast. After a few minutes her tears increased, when her traitorous body began to respond to her fingers and the feel of his hard prick in her mouth. “See you little slut, you like this! Your fingers are wet now!” He laughed at her mockingly, and moved his hips with more force, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. “Ahh…that’s good.” He said with a grunt.

For a long time the only sounds in the room were Marcus’ grunts of pleasure and some of the wet  sounds of his cock going in and out of her mouth. Then suddenly he reached his peak and held her head in place as his spunk filled her mouth. “Drink slut! You know you like it.”   He pulled out of her and turned her around and bend her over, his cock slammed  into her roughly. The feeling of her cunt was even better than her mouth and her struggles now that she noticed her husband watching were just delicious. “We are going to kill him anyway slut. Did you really think we would stop?”

Her frantic cries echoed in the room. And Marcus laughed as he pounded into her harder. “Bring the boy.”

Two of the other Death Eaters went to the next room and came back carrying an unconscious brown haired boy, no mare than fourteen. The Woman's struggles increased. “No! What did you do to him!? Jake!”

Marcus' fist crashed into the back of her head. “Shut up Slut!!!” The hit, while not strong enough to knock her out, stunned her, her vision went out of focus and her struggles ceased as she tried to make sense of her surroundings to no avail. Her body unconsciously moving in time with his thrusts, as her body's reactions took over, while her brain was not capable of coherent thought.

Marcus looked at the boy and licked his lips in anticipation at the new image in his head. “Wake him up.” He said. His hard cock still sliding in and out of the woman's wet cunt.

“Enervate.” And with that the boy woke up. He saw his father held by two men, and unable to struggle, his gaze fixed on something on the other side of the room. The boy followed his gaze, eyes immediately immediately focusing on his mother, on all fours on the floor as a stranger fucked her. Her eyes were glazed and out of focus, hips thrusting back into the man, the sounds of skin sliding against skin filling his ears. Rage filled him as, not having seen Marcus hit her, he thought she was willingly shagging the man.

“Angry, boy? Want to hurt her, eh? Of course you do...look how wet she is for me boy.” Marcus pulled out of her and drove his fingers into her wet centre, causing her to moan and pulled them out again, showing them to the boy. Marcus was thrilled, as the boy's eyes narrowed in rage, and pulled the woman to himself, his hand once again between her legs as he parted her lips with his fingers showing the boy the glistening skin of his mother's cunt. “See...she's really enjoying this...and I'm sure you will too.” And with that Marcus pointed his wand at the boy taking away his will with one simple word.

The boy's eyes dimmed and his body relaxed. “Tell me your name, boy.” Marcus asked. His rod rubbing against the woman's bottom.

“Jake.” The boy answered, the emotion completely gone from his voice.

Marcus grunted in pleasure from the friction. “How old are you?” He asked. Joy and a jolt of excitement surging through his cock when the imperioused boy said he was going to be fourteen in three months. “Aghh..” His member was pulsing, he felt like he would never stop getting harder, like he could fuck the whole day non stop and not even feel a bit tired.

The spell he had found in his library a few days ago, and tried today for the first time, turning him into a machine. He had already shagged ten prisoners in the morning, not caring whether they were men or women, before the Dark Lord sent them out to this pathetic muggle village, and had more than a few of the women. This one, in fact, was his fifth shag in the last hour, he had cum every single time without ever losing his erection. The need, the lust, the perversion just grew the more he came, and even though he had done disgusting and despicable things before, without remorse, today thanks to the spell he was going to take it a step further.

“Come lick mummy's cunt boy.”

And the boy did. In one single move keeling in front of her and burying his tongue in her. Her body arched as he lapped at her drinking her juices. Marcus spilled himself all over her back as the friction and the sight of Jake's face between the woman's legs. “Aghh! That's right boy lick her dry...see how she's enjoying it.”And she was, at least her body was.

She couldn't focus on whatever was happening around her...she could only feel something warm in her and it was amazing! She was dripping, her walls contracting, asking for more…and oh it felt so good, whatever it was, she had to get closer to the warmth, and so she arched her body trying to get more of it. She whimpered whe the warm thing in her left, but then let out a loud moan as she felt something enter her, moving and bringing more pleasure.

“Ohhhhhh!!” Her moans only increased in volume as the seconds passed...until the force of her orgasm woke her from her trance, and her eyes widened, horrified, at the sight of her son, her thirteen year old son, holding her legs apart sucking on her clit and pumping three fingers into her. She frantically tried to pull away, but Marcus was holding her in place.

“Decided to join us again, you filthy slut? You enjoyed that, didn't you bitch, cumming from your son's tongue, filling his mouth with your dirty juice as you screamed in pleasure. I wonder what else you can do? Will you cum with his cock too?” He laughed as she sobbed and tried to deny it. “Only one way to find out. Boy stand up and take off your pyjamas, time to give mummy some cock!”

The woman tried to free herself from his grasp, but he was to strong for her. She watched helplessly as her son took off his pyjama pants and shirt, his cock rock hard and touching his stomach. “Wow, look at that the boy's big! Bet that in a couple of years he has a monster cock. Time for him to get some practice. Boy come here and show me your cock!” He ordered and raise his wand pointing it at the tip of the boy's penis, and whispered the spell.

Marcus watched in delight as the boy's length became so red that it almost glowed and grew bigger, the veins pulsing, and his breathing heavy as he let out an moan, his eyes fixed on his mother's red lower lips and with a growl took a step forward grabbed her legs, slammed into her, and started pumping wildly as she struggled to push him away.

Marcus pulled her head to the side by her hair earning a scream of pain from her. “You guys can fuck the old man if you want!” He said wickedly to the death eaters holding the broken man. “I'll have mummy and son for a while.”

“Aghh! Fuck...yeah...nhn!” The boy's grunts mixed with her sobs, and the sounds coming from the Death Eaters now stripping her husband on the other side of the room.

Marcus was once again rubbing his cock on her bottom, enjoying the contact and the sound of her cries, but his eyes were on the boy, who seemed lost in the feeling of a cunt around his young length.
The imperious curse had lost it's effects when he cast the Erectus charm on the boy, but the rush of hormones and dark thoughts had overwhelmed him and he just had to find something to get his prick in...even if it was his mother. “How does it feel boy? Knowing it's your mother you are fucking?”

The boy's eyes closed tightly. “Shut..the..yeah…arghh...fuck...up!” His hips were moving faster and he slammed harder into the woman's cunt...he refused to think of her as his mother right now...she was there to make him cum, nothing else...maybe he could make her suck him after this...cum in her mouth and make her drink every last drop.

Marcus knew the kind of thoughts going through the boy's head, the magic pulsing and taking over his mind, showing him twisted ways to get pleasure. And Marcus own desire burned as he imagined what the boy was thinking. He rubbed harder and dug his finger painfully into the woman's hips before ramming his cock right into her ass, shooting his load into her as her scream of pain mixed with her son's moans of pleasure...

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“AGHH!!” Harry woke up with a loud moan. He was confused, he had never dreamed from the Death Eater's point of view before...he had been Marcus Flint...and just like with the dreams where he took the victim's place, he had felt what they felt...what Marcus felt...he looked down...

...a large amount of white substance covered his stomach, the head of his cock was out of his boxers. He felt sick...and his breathing became faster with panic, desperation, and shame as he realised the horrible truth.

...he had cum.

He had cum from watching a thirteen year old rape his mother, while Flint fucked her in the ass...he had felt excited and even touched himself, if his cum covered hand was any indication.
He had enjoyed the dream, and he had enjoyed wanking himself while he dreamed...he had enjoyed it even more than any dream or wank he had before...

Hell! He enjoyed it more than even the time he shagged Romilda Vane in a dark corner of the library, back in his sixth year, when she had tried to seduce him...it hadn't worked but he was just so angry at the world, at Dumbledore, at himself that he let it out on her, by shagging her right there, hard, fast until he shot his all his frustration and anger over Voldemort and the prophecy...and Sirius, into her.

Sure, he had been rough and had felt ashamed afterwards...but she didn't even try to stop him, she had been willing, and his anger grew again at her so obvious excitement at 'The Chosen One' having just shagged her, that he had just pinned her to the ground and taken her again, this time in the arse...not that it helped...she had wanted that too and after that he left, stormed out of the library back to his dorm, even angrier than before...

He ended up shagging every single one of the girls that were throwing themselves at him that year, and while he knew it didn't make the pain go away, for at least a few minutes in an empty classroom or broom cupboard as he drove wildly into them, he didn't have to think about anything but the pleasure...

...but no matter how ashamed he was of his actions that year...this was so much worse...he-no Flint, had made a child take pleasure from his mother's body, and he, Harry had loved every second of it as much as Flint had...

…yes, this was worse… because, while at first he had been asleep and unable to control his body's reactions, damn it! ...He certainly wasn't asleep now...and even as he fell in front of the loo and retched...he was still hard and aching with need, cum leaking from the tip of his member, as images of the boy taking his mother in the worst way while Flint moved behind her, flashed before his eyes.