For the Entertainment of Death Eaters

For the Entertainment of Death Eaters

The story behind this piece of fiction is my own work and so is the original character(s) – the characters and locations you recognise from JK Rowling however are not owned by me and are only borrowed for use in this fiction and I am earning no money from writing or publishing this – I write this purely for my own entertainment and yours and because I love the originals they are based upon so much.

~*~ HK ~*~


**WARNING**

This is not a happy, going to end in love kinda fic, it is violent and heavily features non-con – I do not AT ALL condone this. It is a fanfic, it’s not real, and it’s for entertainment.

You have been warned – if you intend to read this in order to complain … don’t bother, go elsewhere and do something more entertaining to you instead.

~*~ HK ~*~


For the Entertainment of Death Eaters

Two dark figures appeared from nowhere into the darkened alleyway. They were pleased with their choice of location – for a change they had not chosen London as their hunting ground. Tonight they wore their customary black robes and skull like masks. Watching as the people milled past in the dark narrow streets of York. The snob in Lucius Malfoy liked it here, the street held an air of history and reverence. He was lost in thought when Severus touched his arm and pointed to a woman walking towards their alley. Lucius shook his head and the woman passed them without even seeing them in the dark or knowing how close she came to danger. Still they waited, seeing people passing and one or both of them saying no to each passing figure – each one being discounted for some unspoken reason or another.

Lucius was becoming impatient; he hated damn muggles and being here so close to them and lurking in the shadows was making his skin crawl. They needed to find a victim quickly as they had to be back at the Manor and prepared before midnight. He was just about to give up on finding the right muggle, when he saw a group of people coming down the street – dressed predominantly in black and many of them wearing cloaks they looked like a caricature of his own life and this struck him as amusing, he liked the idea of taking a muggle who was trying so hard to look like a witch or a vampire, one of these so called ‘Goths’ would make such a perfect and amusingly ironic victim.

Without knowing they were being watched the group stopped at the top of the alleyway, saying their goodbyes and giving out hugs before one of them peeled away and entered the entrance to the alleyway alone…

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Melisande had never felt afraid in this alleyway although often she had thought maybe she should be. Her tiny flat was above a now closed shop and her door led directly off the alley and into a building that had once been a medieval coaching inn. She was standing in front of her own door when two shadows appeared either side of her – seeming to glide out of the very wall itself. Many people had declared this building to be haunted and this alley had seen its own share of dark history and folklore. Melisande had always laughed and denied these claims, but now here she was, surrounded by two terrifyingly dark figures.

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Lucius stepped up close behind Melisande, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her back hard against him. Running his other leather gloved hand over her hair he leant into her body and whispered into her ear “scream for me muggle!”

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As Melisande screamed and tried to writhe away from the man behind her, the other one stepped forward and she was pinned between them. No-one was to hear her screams though, as the world swam before her eyes. At first she thought she had either blacked out or been drugged, but everything came back into focus as quickly as it had gone. She could now see she was standing in the hallway of a large house.

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When they arrived back at Malfoy Manor Severus stepped back and Lucius let go of his captive and she slid to the floor, her legs too weak to hold her. Turning away from her Lucius glanced into a mirror and then brushed the front of his cloak and suit as though she had somehow contaminated him.

Calling for a house elf, Lucius indicated the tiny creature to take the woman down into the cellars of the house “take that away” he snarled “it is not required until later tonight.”

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Turning on his heel he and Severus both left the hallway. Melisande could hear their voices from the next room, but the small bony creature indicated for her to follow him.

The house elf led her down some stairs and into a basic room that was no more than a cell, after indicating she should enter the room the elf looked nervous. Melisande was considering not complying, when the elf spoke “please miss, the master will come down and he will be angry with you” realising he meant the man upstairs and she reluctantly went into the little cell.

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Upstairs it just seemed to be like a normal household preparing for guests; Narcissa was deciding what she should wear and ensuring the elves had laid out suitable refreshments for their guest. Lucius and Severus were chatting in the study about life at Hogwarts and laughing at the gullibility of Dumbledore for believing that Severus had turned his back on the Dark Lord.

At about 8pm the guests started to arrive and were greeted by elves, they were not an overly friendly group of people, tending to toss their cloaks at the terrified looking elves and snatching up the drinks they proffered. The guests gathered into the Lounge of the Manor chatting and drinking, the atmosphere growing as the guests got slightly drunk and their excitement grew. Finally they were called through to dinner in the huge dining room and they took their seats. The meal of course was impeccable and the wine continued to flow. After dinner Narcissa requested that the ladies be excused and they left the table to return to the lounge whilst the men partook of the age old tradition of cigars and brandy.

The grandfather clock in the hallway struck 11.30pm, Narcissa stood silently and then clapped her hands twice sharply – the house elves appeared in the room and handed out dark hooded cloaks and masks to their mistress’s guests. Donning her cloak and mask Narcissa turned to the elves “go to your master and remind him of the time, let him know that we will be downstairs awaiting his presence.” Turning to her guests she gestured her arm towards the door “ladies … shall we?”

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Down in the basement of the house the room was lit by what seemed to be a thousand candles, gathered in the room were Narcissa and the female guests. They were soon joined by the men as they too walked downstairs wearing hooded cloaks and masks.

Lucius stood at the front of the room to address his guests “ladies and gentlemen, our dark lord cannot be with us tonight as you are all aware. We have discussed the important matters that our lord wished us to cover … and now we have the night free for our entertainment!”

He gestured toward the small door in the wall, Severus opened the door and stepped inside, and taking the cowering woman inside by her arm he dragged her from the room and roughly pushed her into the centre of the room. She glanced from one person to another; she could see no faces, just dark hoods and masks … her breathing growing heavier as she grew more and afraid.

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One of the dark figures moved to stand behind Melisande, placing his hands on her shoulders and sliding his palms over the fabric of her dress before grasping the fabric and then tearing it from her arms and exposing her breasts leaving her almost naked to her waist. The only thing holding the black velvet dress from falling completely from her was the corset she wore over it, the black and silver brocade garment hugging her waist tightly and defining her small waist. The man holding her pulled her tighter against him, one arm around her waist the other around her shoulders, pinning her to his firm broad chest.

Another of the figures stepped towards her and knelt in front of her, taking the hemline of her dress into their hands and the tearing the fabric upwards, once again stopping when the torn velvet reached her corset, leaving her legs on view to the gathered crowd. Trying to keep calm Melisande looked with fear at the crowd around her, she knew from the voices that some of them were women, but this did not make her feel any better. With their dark hooded robes and hideous skull like masks that turned her blood cold; they were terrifying figures.

She tried to wriggle out of the arms of the man holding her, but he just leant closer to her and sneered into her ear “that’s it muggle, struggle for me” she recognised this man’s voice, he was of the ones who had abducted her earlier … she did not know, but it was Lucius Malfoy.

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Lucius raised his wand and pointed it towards Melisande “incarcerous!” ropes came out from the floor and ceiling, binding her hands and feet and preventing her from moving.

“Please…” she begged “please, let me go, I won’t tell anyone … don’t hurt me.”

The group of people in the room laughed, but it was not friendly laughter, it was dark and heavy, it sent a chill though their captive’s bones.

Lucius called forward two of the other members of the group “strip her!” he ordered, “leave the corset.” The two figures he had pointed out moved forward and fell upon Melisande like a pair of ravenous rats, tearing and clawing at her, not caring if they tore her flesh as they shredded the final vestiges of her clothing, leaving her bound and naked but for her corset, her face flushed with the bloom of humiliation.

Melisande could feel all of the eyes in the room greedily upon her. Taking a gulp of air she closed her eyes and prayed for this night to be over, she knew now that she would be raped and wondered if she would be allowed to leave or would they kill her? She bit back tears and hoped they would not kill her, believing this to be the worst they could do to her … how little she knew.

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Severus stepped toward the bound female and withdrew his wand; he turned to Lucius “if I may?” Lucius nodded his ascent and Severus turned back to the girl. Raising his wand and placing the tip close to her arm , he cast the stinging hex, drawing a line across the top of her arm, making her scream out in pain. She had barely gone quiet before he walked to the rear of her and drew another line across her skin; this time longer and across the back of her shoulders. For about thirty minutes Severus continually inflicted the burning and stinging wheals across her skin; until he grew bored. Reaching into his robes he slipped his wand back away and pulled out a bottle of what looked like cloudy water; tipping it slightly he poured a little along one of the marks he had created and the girl screamed even louder, her entire body buckling against her restraints as he repeated this process with each of the marks. Finally as the girl passed out and Severus walked away putting the little bottle back inside his robes.

“Nice work Severus, new potion?” Lucius asked.

“Actually just a little citric acid …”

Lucius smiled briefly and then turned to the house elves “heal her!”

Once Melisande was conscious again she first thought that she was dreaming; the searing and stinging pains that had wracked her body were gone and she could no longer see any marks – had she imagined it?

Someone stood in front of her and she looked up, it was the handsome blonde man again. “Ah, awake again are we?” his asked coldly. When he stepped another man stepped toward her.

It was Regulus Black; he used his wand to loosen her restraints and ordered her to her knees. The muggle female annoyed him by ignoring his order, he slapped her hard across the face “I said on your knees!” ye hissed at her. With tears in her eyes she fell to her knees “ohh, how touching” he sneered “does that teary eyed bull work with your weak muggle men?” Standing in front of her he reached into his robes and unfastened his black trousers, taking out his manhood “service me like you do those muggle men!” he ordered.

“Please…” she implored “don’t do this.”

He slapped her again “shut up muggle whore, how dare you address me!”

Drawing his want he pointed it to her and uttered one word “crucio!” A few seconds later he released her from the curse and did not speak to her, when she still did not carry out what he had previously ordered he lowered his wand again “crucio!” this time he left the curse in place for a little longer before lifting it. This time she realised that he meant it, and that he would cause her that horrific pain again if she did not comply. Glancing around at the other people in the room she waited for one of them to step forward and help her – but none of them moved, they just stood watching and they even cheered when he caused her pain. Leaning forward she took him into her mouth and closed her eyes, praying it would not take long to satisfy him. Above her Regulus issued more orders, “harder, faster.” As he got closer to his climax she prayed he would not spend in her mouth – but he did, and when he withdrew he ordered her to swallow as he made himself decent again. She tried to swallow, but a wave of nausea swept over her and she tried to move but the restraints held her upright on her knees as she threw up on the floor. Regulus rounded on her with a roar and kicked her in the stomach “stupid muggle bitch!” he hissed and turned away “never mind, my seed was too good for you anyway!” Swinging back around swiftly and pulled his wand on her again “CRUCIO!” As she screamed in agony and terror her mind and world went black.


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Once more Lucius ordered the elves to clean her up and heal her. When she came around she was in the room alone, a wall that shimmered and looked like glass – but then again, not glass was between her and those other people. Sighing in relief she hoped that this meant that her ordeal was over. Through the shimmering wall she saw the enigmatic blonde man raise his stick again and a door at the side of the room opened and a creature joined her in the room. This time she screamed louder than ever and tugged at her restraints, they gave way easily, too easily, she must have been released – but where was she to go? How could she escape from whatever that creature was?

The creature before her was Fenir Greyback – a werewolf. The shimmering wall was there to protect the other Death Eaters from their colleague, for when he was in his animal form he would attack even them. They all watched on with glee in their sick eyes as they saw the creature crawling toward the weeping woman, sniffing the air and growling deeply. As she backed away the creature approached, closer and closer and then it pounced – digging its claws into her flesh and dragging her wriggling and screaming form towards its drooling jaws. The creature was relentless, dragging her back each time she wriggled away. It was almost like it was playing cat and mouse – letting her get further each time before swatting her down. Then it was totally above her, clawing at her and biting her. She managed to turn onto her stomach and tried again to crawl away, and it let her, she got to her knees and was almost a foot away before it pounced again. It held her on her knees against it, she could feel it breathing and panting above her. Then she felt it pressing against her, something hard and hot, pressing against her lower back and buttocks. Her mind screamed out – this could not happen, this would be the final insult, how could they do this? The creature pressed forward and she felt it pressing against her sex, seeking entry, and then it thrust firmly until it entered her deeply and sharply. It kept on thrusting, deeper and deeper, still growling and biting. The pain of its member inside her was excruciating, it was too long and the width was tearing her inner flesh. Each thrust bringing new screams of agony until the creature was finally sated, shooting deep within her – bringing on a brand new fear, could she possibly fall pregnant from this creature? As it tried to withdraw it seemed to be stuck inside her, until it pulled even harder and it felt like her entire insides were being dragged out with it.

Afterwards Fenir had crawled into a corner and slept like a baby, the Death Eaters ensured he was quickly re-caged until the moon subsided and the morning brought back the man and the beast subsided. Lucius called the Elves to clean the muggle again and heal her.

Lucius stood before his friends and Narcissa approached him with a velvet bag “so” he addressed the other Death Eaters “who is to have the honour of closing tonight’s entertainment?” He reached into the bag his wife was offering him and pulled out a small ivory chip, reading the name on the chip he said “Dolohov!”

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Walking over to the woman laying limply on the floor Dolohov grabbed Melisande by her throat and lifted her up, pinned her to the wall. Lifting her from her feet just using his hand around her throat he pushed his body between her thighs and forced his cock roughly inside her. He was not blessed with an overly long manhood, but the girth of his erection stretching and tearing her sensitive and dry flesh, she tried to scream, but the hand around her throat barely allowed her to breath. He tightened his grip on her throat as he pounded harder and deeper into her. Melisande was gasping for breath as he grunted signifying his impending orgasm. Increasing his tempo with each thrust he also increased the grip on her throat, until with a final hard thrust and roar he came violently, emptying his seed deep inside Melisande, but she was never to know this, for with his final thrust he had crushed the final breath from her body causing her to shudder violently before slipping silently into death.

Letting his cock slip from within her, Dolohov released his grip on Melisande’s body and let it drop unceremoniously to the floor and stepped away, tucking his flaccid manhood back into his black trousers.

The other Death Eaters had been standing around watching the scene before them and cheering Dolohov on. Afterwards Melisande lay dead at his feet, Lucius stepped forward and patted his old friend on the back “you know Dolohov, it would have been so much less messy to use the Avarda Kedavra curse!”

“Oh I know” sneered Dolohov “but I do so love to feel them twitch, it’s so much more …” he paused and looked thoughtful “satisfying!”

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After the Death Eaters had left Malfoy Manor … The bloodied corpse of Melisande lay at the feet of Lucius Malfoy, he looked down at it dispassionately, calling the house elves come and remove it. “Make sure there are no marks on that and drop it back where we found it, ensure you clean it up well and leave no evidence!” with that he turned and walked up the stairs to take a hot shower, he felt that he needed to wash off the disgusting trace of muggles from his skin.

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Back in the muggle world, there was just a tiny article in a local newspaper – it did not even make national news – announcing the finding of a body in an alleyway in York. The article stated that there were no suspicious circumstances and that the Police considered the case closed.

To the muggle world she was merely a girl who had collapsed in the street and passed away from natural causes … none of them considered this to be worrying; none of them knew the truth, and they never would.

The End