The Dark Gryffindor

sjauthor: Thanks for reviewing. I explained after your review in a review by me why I think Voldemort would order the Carrows to do this.


Sheherazade: I knew you'd be impressed by that chapter on the Carrows (smiles). I have more things in the plot coming much later. Stuff you'll never guess!


Chapter Twenty-Four: Dark Detention


Valerie did not need a warning to know who was coming around the bend a couple of minutes later. She knew exactly who they were having dealt with them in detentions before. Yet never before had she been placed in a cage.

“There she is…” said one of a group of three boys, pointing at Valerie.

She could see them approaching her in the shadows, dark shapes inexorably moving forward. Until suddenly they were rattling the cage, and laughing and jeering like hooligans. They were treating her like she was a weird freak. Valerie was not frightened, but just remained in sitting still in the cage, almost aloof to their antics.

“Let’s take her out,” nudged one of them. Valerie looked up to see the three of them, the details of them outlined in the gray meager lighting. All three had the ‘P’ badges on their black schoolrobes. They were also wearing chain mail smocks and spiked forearm bracelets. It was special attire for the prefects to wear when on their prison guard duties, and distinguised the masters from the prisoners.

The most notable of the three was the tallest boy with dark features, yet he wasn’t handsome at all, but rather brutal looking. He had brown eyes that seemed to always glint with hatred. He was crossing his arms, and leaning over the cage with a bored expression.

“What do you want us to do to her, Damion?” asked another boy, as the third boy complied with Damion’s orders.

“Start with the whip. Break her down…Then I’ll have a taste of her,” said Damion. It was an icy voice, so calm – like a current that couldn’t break.

“A taste of me, Bulstrode?” said Valerie, condescendingly. “Or are you gonna’ shove your balls into my mouth again?”

“Maybe I will…,” sneered Bulstrode. He did not seem incensed by Valerie’s words. This was the very Slytherin prefect Valerie had been coddled into the deals with before. She had told Snape, after she was caught snogging him, that she had been doing blow-jobs for Damion Bulstrode in exchange for less arduous detentions, which was certainly the truth.

Damion watched as the boys took out of their robes, an assortment of whips. “I think you should use the bullwhip on her a bit this time,” said Damion.

“Alright.” said one of the other prefects, almost cheerful.

“No…Come on, what happened to our deals?” argued Valerie beseechingly. She did not want to be beaten with the bullwhip; it was one of the worst things, and the most lethal whip they could use.

“Ts…Puh-lesase…That’s over with” said Damion carelessly.

Valerie was finally free of the iron cage and held down by both of the Prefects, one a small fifth-year and the other, a sixth year. They quickly removed her robes, and held them for her as they led her somewhere else. She shuffled, surprisingly shamelessly, as they took her in front of Damion, each gripping her upperarms. She was used to being naked like this, having been in these detentions many times. The dungeons were getting more brutal and severe an atmosphere, everytime she returned for another round of torture. Valerie had even seen twice in the past a so-called miscreant getting raped.

“Hmmm…” said Damion, thoughtfully. “Before we do the whipping Alecto, - uh -I mean - Professor Carrow requested…We ought to get her in the chains. Come on.”

Valerie was marched down, deeper into the wasteland of the dungeons. They past by several screaming students, already chained up. They past by, getting a glimpse of two other Prefects, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, both promoted this year to the honorary title. They were busy Crucioing prisoners. Apparently, doing an excellent job as they were screaming endlessly. At least, Valerie felt stronger again. The Veritaserum was long gone inside her, and she felt like her mind was present again. She was pretty sure she could endure a whipping.

Meanwhile, the Head Boy and Head Girl came sauntering down the aisle, Draco Malfoy and Millicent Bulstrode. As Draco went past his old dimwitted friends, he ignored them. Not even greeting them. Draco looked nervous, and he could hardly watch as he past Filch who was enthusiastically whipping a fourth year boy. Draco shuddered, watching the caretaker, remembering his threats when he was a first year when Filch had reminisced longingly about the old days. Draco knew deep down he didn’t have the backbone to really torture anyone.

As Valerie and the three boys, past Draco and Millicent, Damion uttered almost genially, “Hey, Milli-…”

“Damion! – I’ll see you later. I’m doing my duty with Draco here” said the large, burly girl in a stout tone. Millicent was indeed Damion’s older sister. They were both apart of a large clan of Purebloods, the Bulstrodes. She was eighteen and Damion was still only sixteen, and in Sixth year, one year below her.

And Millicent continued on her way with Draco, as they appraised the prefects' work.

The prefects found a spot for Valerie – beside a few other students, currently in chains. The sight was truly egregious. Shocking torture even for the dungeons. In some cases turned to the most brutal methods imaginable. There was one girl – who had been standing in the same spot for several hours – an anchor line attached to her vagina, an agonizing feeling for her pelvis. She was being kept stuck to the floor, unable to sit. She was no longer sobbing, but merely in a shocked daze, all her tears dried up. Opposite the girl was another student, that the girl could not see. It was a boy – who was facing the wall – his nipples nailed to it where he swung upside down, unconscious. Nobody was dead or going to die from the treatment because magic-folk have a higher capacity to deal with bodily damage.

Damion looked at the vagina-anchored girl and laughed. Then he looked at Valerie. “Let’s make this as painful as possible…arms above you, Powers.”

Valerie knew she really had no choice but to comply, and so she did so at once.

“Take the cuffs down,” he told one of the other prefects.

The boy moved towards a ledge behind Valerie – and immediately clamped her wrists in iron cuffs. At once, Damion waved his wand and she was hoisted into the air, being levitated. Her arms were held by a chain attached to the cuffs. The chain went up from an endlessly high ceiling – impossible to see where it ended in the shadowy darkness, with purple-gray tinges of light, emanating throughout the lower dungeons.

She felt Damion’s cruel and blood chillingly cold hands, as he pulled her shins to the clavicles of her shoulders, the soles of her feet visible next to her face. Damion found another chain and fetters to shackle her legs into the position.

“Good…Start!” he issued. This time Damion was only going to watch and he marveled at the fact that her cunt was stretched before him as she faced him. The boys took out their bullwhips and started striking Valerie. They were experts at it, aiming perfectly. From the action she swung like a punching bag, swiveling around and around.

“I beg you – this is too much. Lay off the bullwhip. Please! I’ll have permanent scars!” Said Valerie, after two cuts bore into her, forming an arc down her back, cutting her thighs, bottom and back, all simultaneously. The two boys hesitated and looked to their leader for an answer.

“Well, you’re my special case,” answered Damion, haughtily. “I have a personal vendetta against you.”

“What? What did I ever do to you, Bulstrode?!” she asked, as the two boys listened.

But Damion did not answer. Instead, he crossed his huge, bulging muscles of arms, visible as he had done up the sleeves of his robes, and he shrugged his broad shoulders. He had too much pride to admit what happened between himself and Valerie. He was offended that Valerie had cut the deals with the blowjobs and had told him she wouldn’t be able to do anymore favours for him, as that was what Snape had made her do.

Damion aimed his wand for Valerie, and yelled, “Crucio!” and he motioned vigourously towards the two boys to continue the whipping. After a moment of Valerie’s harrowing screams, Damion relinquished the Curse for a moment. He approached Valerie, and whispered in her ear like a growl, “There you go. Scream for me, like you should. You were never gonna' be anything other than my cock sucker!” However, to Damion this was a lie. He had wanted more from Valerie – although there was little of the desire to be with a woman that he truly understood. He was in his own way hurt that she had rejected him, and this made him dangerously vengeful.

"Please, Damion! I didn't mind...I'll suck for you again. Anything. I swear I don't mind doing more blowjobs. Just stop..." said Valerie, tears streaming down from her eyes. Her blue eyes rolled, narrowing down towards the floor, and she saw little streams of blood dripping off her flesh.

"No," said Damion resolutely, as he wiped sweat off his wide forehead. "You like it cause you're a skank, Powers! SKANK!," he finished, filled with hatred, his eyes glinting almost demonically. At these words, Valerie sobbed loudly. Clearly she still had some feelings pent up for Damion. But Damion did not care to notice her obvious distress, he just waved his wand and continued Crucioing her body, as his comrades finished the lashings.

Finally, it ended a few minutes later. By then – Valerie was bleeding everywhere below neck and chest. And to make matters worse, she had fainted. Damion grabbed a fistful of her brown hair with the reddish-blonde streaks and doing so, stopped her body from swiveling in the chains. Her backside faced him, bottom fully on display, hanging at the end, as her legs were wrapped up on the other side. Blood was trickling down it to the cracked, cratered floor. Damion turned around to get a look from the other side to her face. He could see her fresh breasts, unscathed from the whip, the nipples, huge and erect. Damion thought how funny that she might have been aroused by the painful interlude. 'So like him'…. He had wanted her before, and he hated how she had refused his advances last month. That was why he had something personal against her and would treat her specially, or more accurately treat her the worst. He was insulted by her refusal.

She looked just like an animal that had been strung up and caught. Damion’s eyes feasted on the sight. He wished he could make her conscious so he could have her suck him again and so he could taunt her, too. But the prisoners were supposed to be left unconscious if they passed out during their punishments. The Carrows had trained them not to do the enervate spell. So instead, he licked his lips and bent down. He seemed to get as much pleasure as quenching thirst, as he licked the girl’s privates from the cunt, although the way up to the inside of her buttocks. He sighed, enjoying it profusely.

From the sidelines, Damion heard the unmistakable sound of Filch’s laugh, a gleeful cackle. Damion looked around for the source, the tip of his tongue still sticking out like's a snake's.

“Good one, Damion!” Filch complimented, giving him a thumbs-up. Filch had watched the entire whipping, with his cat, Mrs. Norris, yellow eyes drinking in the sight as well. During it, Filch had continuously cracked a whip against the floor, as if applauding.

Damion gave a half-smile, with a half-rude smirk at the Squib Caretaker. Then turned back to his crew. “We’re done with her for tonight. We’ll pick Powers up with the rest of the other trash later. Let’s go, on to the next one!”


Note: Damion - the Pureblood boy has a part in the story. He really is a sick, terrible character. He's not evil though, but twisted and perverted. If it wasn't for Valerie getting to know Snape - this would be her boyfriend and amazingingly the man to marry. Why? Valerie was abused and abused people do tend to stay in abusive relationships.