Beneath

The Dark Lord’s Achilles heel proved to be vanity. His greatest strength was his obsession with self-discipline. “Power comes from control,” he would insist over and over, until it was a mantra. Under Voldemort’s tutelage, they learned that mental discipline could be exerted over all aspects of their interaction with, and connection to, others and the world around them; and the way in which their assumptions, perceptions, and conclusions about physical, intellectual, emotional, magical and sexual experiences could be manipulated, increased their already deadly magical abilities significantly. Only the strictest discipline in all areas of connection could produce the subtle, innovative variations of dark magic spells and curses that would induce Voldemort‘s approval. And pleasing Voldemort had been the reason for their existence.

At Severus’ first and only recruiting session, Lucius Malfoy had bragged that Lord Voldemort could bring an unwilling woman to orgasm using only his voice, without magic in any form, or touching her, in less than five minutes. Shock and doubt must have washed over Severus’ face, as Lucius quickly pulled him upstairs and into a small, dark room. Lucius motioned for him to stay quietly next to him, in the shadows. A beautiful young naked woman, a muggle, was gagged and tied to a small bed. The only light in the room was a bare bulb, hanging from a wire high above her stomach. The light seemed to revel in her vulnerability, caressing her radiant skin like a lover. She was thrashing, writhing, trying desperately to free herself. As a shy young man of eighteen, who never held power over another person in his life, Severus‘ stomach tightened hotly. Hoping that she was for him, he held his breath. Suddenly, Lord Voldemort swept in to the room, and gracefully sat on the bed next to her. He told the woman to quiet, that he was going to give her a gift, the most powerful sexual climax of her life. She began to thrash more violently, begging him to free her. Voldemort smiled, lowered his voice, and began to murmur to the woman softly. Motioning to his rock hard erection, Severus heard the Dark Lord say, “You are the most powerful of creatures, woman. Look at how you excite me. Your beautiful body makes me want to slip my fingers between your thighs and massage your sweet, tight little clit. It would feel so good to touch you…” The woman moaned behind her gag, masking Voldemort’s hushed tones. A few seconds later, Sevehearheard, “if I pushed in, slid the heat of my body inside you, would you slam your body over and all around me, swallowing, devouring me? Would you watch? Would you look down at the place where our bodies were coming together over and over? Would that excite you…”

After a few minutes of the Dark Lord’s seductive whispers, the woman was moaning, undulating, struggling with her bonds to reach Voldemort. The dusky heat emanating from between her legs rose in the air, calling to Severus, enrapturing him. Lucius giggled softly, evilly, “she’s coming all over herself for the master.”

Considering his past, the times he’d been humiliated at school, at home, Severus required no other inducement to join the disciples of the Dark Lord. In the years that followed, he had applied himself ferociously to his training, learning all of the weapons of man - magical and muggle. He had chiselled away his baby fat, at Voldemort’s direction, running, swimming, fighting, and fucking. He had ground his body down to lean, tightly corded muscle. He had studied and debated magical theory, spells, potions, enchantments, with the brightest recruits, for days at a time, until he was too exhausted to get out of bed - only to start all over again. He confronted, analysed, and compartmentalized his darkest fears, regrets, and deepest sorrow, at the feet of his master. After two exhausting, terrible years of training, he was finally given the title he had earned, Death Eater. Severus mused for a moment, while he was still physically strong, he wondered why the rest of his tremendous strength and control had abandoned him. Where had it gone?


Draco laughed, \"I\'m coming. I\'m coming. I just need to retrieve the books.\"

Severus, shaking himself out of his reverie, returned to the scene playing out across the street. Malfoy, Hermione’s new constant companion and latest “project” since the death of Lucius and the Dark Lord last year, ran to catch her hand, pulling her into Three Broomsticks.

\"Smug little bastard,\" Severus thought. He receded behind the corner and ground his teeth. Malfoy was thoroughly enjoying himself.