The Pureblood Coup

Sheherazade: Purebloods in Britain do look down on Veela but they are not able to identify the halfbreeds as easily as other halves like half-giants. All the Veela in this fic are 100% Veela, unlike Fleur who is only half Veela. They look down on them as shallow and only desired for sex. Yet because the Veela are considered easier to control compared to werewolves and giants, they are less a threat. Therefore, there is no legislation against their inclusion in society, like werewolves whom wizards fear. Most of the pure-bloods don't respect the veela at all, and consider them less than human, but also benign.


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Note: There will be new scenes of higher intellectual quality later. This happens to be one of the porn ones. Most of them are not porn though.

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Continuation of….


Chapter One: Dark Side of the Moon


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At the same time as Voldemort left the study, Yaxley, Selwyn and Travers were just making it past the extensive gardens of the Malfoy’s property situated behind the palace-sized house. After the three Death Eaters had been dismissed they decided to stop for an amusing entertainment before they called it a night.

Yaxley boldly swung open a little wrought-iron black gate between the bushes to reveal a barren pathway. To their right, the three men could see a lake, shadowy in the twilight atmosphere. Several canoes were in the lake, going into the connected river in the opposite direction, lights fading from sight, as they slipped out of view over the horizon.

Straight ahead was a pointed lone tower, which they approached as they made their way up the short distance of the pathway. They approached the tower, with the clear twilight sky swirling around them, and the red orb of Venus gleaming over the scene, watching so strage and objectively.

Moments later, they had stepped inside a low doorway, immersing themselves into morbid darkness.

“Lumos,” the three Death Eaters muttered and their wands were like flashlights, shedding light for them to make their way up the tightly wound corkscrew stairs. Their boots creaked ominously as they ascended. They past several other landings on their way each floor reminiscent of a medieval torture chamber: assortments of whips and scourges were everywhere, along with chains and even a gallows. Soon they came to the summit of the tower, in which there was a pointed roof, at a low ceiling, barely over six feet high.

The men shone their lights downward for in front of them, reaching their knees was two creatures dressed in loin cloths that looked more like overalls, each carrying old-fashioned lamps. It was the female House-elf, Mote and her male mate, Pilosto.

Yaxley spoke in a deep commanding voice, “We want them in the racks for us today. Don’t we men?…” Selwyn and Travers nodded appreciatively to Yaxley’s idea.

Pilosto and Mote nodded dully. Mote languidly answering, “Follow me, masters.”

The lights of the lamps and wands danced as they traversed the length of the chamber, the ceiling sloped downward as they came to the other end. Yaxley massaged his hands, adrenaline pumping with excitement.

Five naked women were hung in chains placed at the wrists, and ankles. It was the very Veela being kept as sex-slaves. They were perfectly silent and dazed, as they were currently under Silencio charms. Two of them were hanging upside down, silverly-haired heads crammed into the wall, where the rats would occasionally chew the strands to use for their nests. Travers grinned at Yaxley, who returned the smile, feeling the same anticipation for their coming amusement.

The three men put their wands in their deep pockets, as Pilosto lit several torches surrounding the room. Mote meanwhile, removed three of the Veelas, freeing them of the fetters keeping them to the cold stone wall. However, Mote did not remove the chains clamping their ankles together, because they were strong enough that they could run.

Mote and Pilsosto together directed the three Veelas who followed complacently at their instruction to go to the racks. They understood these words, and their feet shuffled to the other location.

Pilosto and Mote prompted the three women to lay down on the tables, and they only had to force one of them onto it, so used to complying to this treatment for the past year they did not object. At least they knew they would get to see a human face. Next Pilosto and Mote spread the limbs out and then belted them into the contraption.

“They are yours for a little time. Enjoy yourselves,” grunted Pilosto, and the two elves turned to leave.

“Oh, we will! It’s absolutely a pleasure to have them,” said Yaxley harshly.

Selwyn chimed in, “But thanks is more in order to You-Know-Who. For getting us these little chickies!”

The two men laughed at this and Travers muttered, “Stupid House-elves. These are not to be pleasured. Wanton Veelas get torture.”

Yaxley nodded and elaborated on Travers thoughts, making them more precise, “And their torture serves for our pleasure. Only.”

Pilosto and Mote did not care at this slight against their kind as they were used to it all the time. They made their way down the steps, which creaked loudly.

Travers, long black hair framing his face, went for one of the Veelas, taking his wand out. He pinched the Veela’s nipple fondly, as it was a child’s cheek. Wand raised, he lifted the Silencio charm. “Scream for me Veela cunt. Crucio!”

At once the Veela’s body was shaking erratically, the more she shook from the curse, the tighter the strains of the rack became. The nearly emaciated body was stretched within several seconds to breaking point, horrible cracks rent the air as bones broke and ligaments were torn. The Veela screamed high-pitched shrills of agony, as Travers unbelted his Death Eater robes. His cock sprung out and he forced his bursting member into the Veelas’s pussy. He decided to release the torture curse but the woman did not cease her vocal cries. She did not scream anyore, but a long mournful call came out of her mouth like a song, a trill of deep sadness.

“Shut-up,” hissed Travers, but the Veela did not cease her at once beautiful and mournful cry.

Meanwhile, Yaxley had the tiniest Veela in the middle rack, he was flipping the rack over, continuously thrusting his penis into the Veela’s vagina, and rotating with thrusting in her hollow anus. The faster he went the better Yaxley was getting his kick, the deeper he breathed until he was screaming in his own orgasm.

And Selwyn to Yaxley’s left, was busy Crucoing his own Veela for short interludes, whilst he stood on top of the rack, ramming his penis into the Veela’s ass and at the same time pulling on her fine silverly hair, so hard, strands of it were pulled out the scalp. He watched delightedly as her ligaments stretched painfully, breaking the bones.

Yalxey after orgasm noted, “This felt so good. I’d almost like to try something like this with my wife. How about you, Selwyn? Fancy making your wife your slave for a day?”

Selwyn jumped off the rack at once and peered at Yaxley, his expression mortified. “That’s just plain sick, Yaxley! Our wives?! These are just scum to give us a good fuck. They are Veela women! All they do is desire.”

“I – yeah, you’re right,” said Yaxley reluctantly.

Suddenly they were interrupted by the two House-elves returning, carrying pairs of buckets, laden across their shoulders.

Pilosto and Mote tapped their fists against the men’s waist, trying to get their attention. Loudly Mote called out, “Sirs, we have to feed them.”

“What?,” said Yaxley.

Pilosto said importantly, “‘tis their feeding time.”

Selwyn stepped away from the racks and relented, “Fine. I had enough with it.”

Yaxley and Travers stepped away too and watched for a few seconds as the House-elves went straight to work, placing the buckets off their shoulders onto the floor. Then they rapidly unbelted the bodies from the racks and with tiny brown hands rolled them off the tables, where they crumpled into heaps on the ground, because their bones were broken.

“Do not worry, masters. Skele-gro makes their bones good by tomorrow,” said the female elf, Mote.

Pilosto ordered the three Veelas, clapping briskly to get their attention “Into your bird forms or else punishment!” Meanwhile, Mote had scurried away to get the other two Veelas for feeding time.

The Veelas each transformed into huge yellow birds, clucking and cawing and biting each other, so ravenous were they. They still had the chains around their ankles, which had shrunk during the transfiguration.

Pilosto and Mote scattered piles of bread crumbs on the floor and left out the other pails , full of water for them. Yaxley Selwyn and Travers laughed uproariously at the sight of the Veelas in their bird form scampering on the ground exactly like hens. After a good laugh, the three Death Eaters turned to leave the tower.



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NOTE: This might seem like pointless porn, but it’s not. I need to show the Veelas in order to introduce them for later when you’ll see them dance with Narcissa. It also serves to develop Yaxley and the other Death Eaters, and introduces the mood of the story. A mood in which horrible atrocities go on constantly. This is only one of them.