The Dark Gryffindor

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Chapter Thirty-four: Death Eaters Orgy


The Death Eaters soon to partake in Voldemort’s orgy descended deep within the bowels of Malfoy Manor. It was so deep it was like they were in the dungeons at Hogwarts. Yet the place looked anything but a dungeon. The torches emitted golden shadows that illuminated the corridors. The lowest level was not lost of opulence, in fact almost equal to the decadence of that of the floors above.

They came to a tall, silver barred gate. Voldemort at the front only used a finger to produce the magic to open it. Through the breaking of a magical code the gears unraveled like threads.

Valerie felt like she was passing into the devil’s den in the underworld. She noticed nothing but the huge fire in the back. It was a wall of bright red flames, a controlled conflagration.

Voldemort also had eyes only for the fire, his red pupils fixated on it. In his regal black robes he seemed to float over to the high flames standing directly in front of it. The Death Eaters shifted on their heels nervously as they milled nearby behind.

Voldemort’s hands went upward from at his sides, and the fiery flames were parted like curtains. What was unveiled was a plain stone altar, behind it an arena filled with water and what was more, almost lifeless bodies. They were naked women standing on the precipice of the stone ledge. It looked as if they were about to walk the plank.

Valerie shook at their haunting sight. They already looked dead, yet they were not. Their eyes stared ahead blankly. They had been imperiused and silenced prior. She hoped desperately this fate wasn’t what was awaited her. Instead of standing in front of Snape she shrunk into the shadows, behind all of them.

The men waited in anticipation as Voldemort lingered, his back to them all. He seemed to be basking in his power.

When he did turn around he said enigmatically, “You know what your Lord asks of you….”

Lucius chuckled evilly, his eyes fixated on the women. Valerie looked to Snape, for he seemed to know what to do, his wand out. A look of greatest pain was on his face now. Snape looked truly anguished.

Voldemort was still waiting for them to follow. “Do it!…Kill them! Kill them!” His voice was a rasp.

Instantly they sprung to action. Voldemort swept away from before the altar. Snape ran forward with Lucius, Wormtail at their heels. Yaxley, followed yet he looked terrified and no longer wearing his usual, confident veneer. It was his first time and he had no idea what Voldemort wanted.

But Snape and Lucius knew. Valerie remained in the background. She knew her place; she wasn’t a Death Eater. The men approached the altar with the arena connected behind it.

Voldemort no longer sat there just waiting. He was waving his hands, seemingly at the men. Yaxley looked at him confused. But Snape was taking a deep breath, eyes glinting and concentrating.

Snape and Lucius both raised their wands. But Wormtail's screaming distracted them. Coiling flames had wrapped themselves to surround his body like a ring. Voldemort laughed high and cold from the sidelines and with his arms he directed the flames at Yaxley, who screamed. They turned into a fiery serpent that chased Yaxley to the arena.

Highly enthralled, Voldemort did not cease his laughter or the fire. “It could burn me, My lord please,” begged Yaxley. But the serpent continued to chase him.

Voldemort hissed, “Kill them! Go to the mudbloods!”

Yaxley had his wand out, shaking his hand. Simultaneously, Snape and Lucius obeyed with a flourish of their wands and in unison spoke the curses. “Avada Kedavra!” There were two arrows of green light that impacted the chests of two of the women. They dropped splashing back into a basin of the arena, where they plummeted into water. Snape’s soul was not harmed as he was only doing it with the intention of obedience, and understanding that he had no choice in the matter.

Yaxley and Wormtail were the next to each kill two of the women. And all without a moment’s pause, they fell.

“Draco…Kill! Cast the curse…You can summon the energy…Do it or you will suffer even worse than those whores!” And Voldemort’s threat was probably exactly what he meant to say.

Draco was looking at Voldemort now. Face wobbling in terror. He quailed, hesitating in his terror at what he was being asked to do.

“It is your duty as my Death Eater…You dare shirk it?” Voldemort screamed insanely. And in anger Voldemort directed the flames, sailing one fiery serpent directly over Draco’s head. More came, rearing themselves along to taunt Draco into submission, so that he would comply.

Valerie hid further in the corner. She could not see Draco.

Draco took a deep shuddering breath and said, “Avada kedavra!” The woman he aimed it at was obliterated from consciousness and dropped lifelessly into the basin behind her. Voldemort relinquished his hold over the flames, his hands manipulating them with magic to make them sail away, back into the sidelines.

For a moment, the Death Eaters continued the task, until all the remaining women, over a dozen lay dead in the water.

Now that they were all gone, Snape with Lucius with the others turned around and pocketed their wands coolly. Voldemort was watching with great satisfaction.

“Very good…You have proved yourself worthy…Worthy enough to approach your master at the altar tonight!” The Dark Lord did indeed feel great gratification and empowerment at watching these men obey his command, and even more fulfilled when he manipulated the fire.

Wordlessly and without warning, Voldemort raised his wand above his head. Valerie felt her robes slide off and she was next, levitated above the floor and was moving closer and closer to the little basin behind the altar. She gulped but did not speak. She did not want to be another victim, and she shuddered at the sight of the dead bodies floating in the shallow knee-length water.

But she did not go plunking into the water. Instead she landed on a little island in the center. Voldemort strode over to the basin, as he called, “Lucius, get me that rape kit you brought with you…you know, that thing you were so reminiscent to use tonight from the old days…I think I have found a use for it with the girl!”

Lucius hurried to retrieve it and a moment later handed it to his master. Valerie meanwhile stood on a wide pedestal. She watched Voldemort open the contraption to reveal a tray of lethal looking erotic instruments.

“We shall use these…” said Voldemort decisively and he shoved the box back to Lucius, who returned it to its place. “Stand still, girl…This is going to be uncomfortable at best….” Suprisingly, Voldemort laughed, but it was abridged, as if restraining himself. “I do not want you disturbing the dead!”

Voldemort manipulated magic, making two cylindrical pieces of metal come charging at her like bullets. Valerie screamed when out of nowhere they stuck into her chest, cutting through the cloth of the corset. Yet somehow, not a drop of blood was spilt.

Voldemort jabbed his wand in her direction and she felt them drill into her nipples covering her areolas where now instead of skin, a metal sheen glowed. They were some kind of cap-shaped nipple clamps. Next, Voldemort directed something like a red ball into her mouth.

“Good…. Lay down,” Voldemort said quietly. Valerie obeyed at once. All four of her limbs hung freely over the small island. It frightened her to think she was hanging just feet away from corpses. But why should she be scared when they were dead?

“Put your hands and feet on the surface!” she heard Voldemort say. Valerie hastened to obey. She maneuvered her limbs into a crab position, so that the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet were firmly on the surface. Luckily, Valerie happened to be athletic and flexible enough to contort into the shape without applying magic.

Voldemort stood back, apparently admiring the display. “Ah…You remain on the pedestal….My glorious fruitful centerpiece!”

Then with another whirl of his wand, Valerie felt a cataclysmic feeling in her head. It was a bang. She was knocked unconscious. There she laid in nothing but black thong and corset. Voldemort turned away to begin the orgy with his men, and Valerie’s mouth hung open with an object in it. She resembled a pig on a dinner table with an apple in it’s mouth, and she was in the same contorted position as the girl in ‘The Exorcist’ when she went down the stairs backwards. Not being a Death Eater and not being a victim, she was left carelessly in the center of the arena.


NOTE: Please review! I hope you like it. I think Voldemort must have ordered his Death Eaters to kill even random people who did nothing to offend them, other than blood status. It also says that Regulus Black was asked to do really horrible things and that he balked. Maybe something like this? So anyway, I think this works. I promise the next update is the orgy now. I didn't anticipate this would all take so much writing!