Carmen's Tale
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,434
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Carmen's Tale
Author’s warning: This chapter contains a scene of explicitly-detailed non-consensual sexual contact! If you are not of legal age to view adult material or are offended by rape, I advise you to turn back now and wait for chapter one!
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Prologue
Carlita Santiago glanced over her shoulder as she crossed the street. She’d long been renowned for her beauty and she knew that a lot of men would eagerly take the chance to sleep with her if it ever arose. She didn’t have any doubt that there were plenty of others who would MAKE the chance and that frightened her more than anything else.
It was a small Spanish town that most would probably never remember the name of whose streets she was making her way through. Worse, she was in the slums, where crime rates were high. But she had little worry about that, she had a wand in the left pocket of her robes and magic was a far more potent weapon than any gun or knife.
The one exception was a single alleyway leading between two buildings that was the fastest way to get from one street to another along her route home. As she entered the alley, she slid her hand in her pocket and gripped her wand firmly. This alley may have been the fastest way home, but it was far from the safest. Too many places for somebody to hide in and take her by surprise.
She was about halfway down the alley when her worst fear came true. Before she even heard anyone approaching, a hand had grabbed her left arm as another pressed something against her neck. It didn’t take her long to recognize the feel of a thin wooden point that meant her attacker was holding a wand.
“Well, well, well,” growled a low, gruff voice. “Look what we have here! Carlita Santiago, the famously-beautiful pureblood from the equally-famous Santiago family. I’ve waited a long time for a chance like this…”
She whimpered in fear, but was quickly stifled by the wizard pressing his wand tip more firmly against her throat and growling “Scream and there won’t be enough of you left for the Muggle police to start an investigation with!”
A minute or two passed by in utter silence, but then she heard the sound of something cloth hitting the alley floor behind her. Knowing what was coming next, she almost whimpered again, but remembering the wizard’s warning, she kept silent. ‘Maybe if I just let it happen,’ she thought, ‘it’ll be over quickly and won’t be quite so bad…’
The thing about rape is that the rapist doesn’t have any interest in his victim’s pleasure, only his own. As such, there was no foreplay, no build up. He just used his knee to hike her skirt up her back until her underwear was exposed, then reached his other hand underneath and used the knife held in it to slice the undergarment open. Stowing the knife away in whatever pocket he’d had it in before, he then used his newly freed hand to hold her skirt and the remains of her underwear up out of the way.
Moments after she felt him lean forward until his chest was pressed against her back, she felt the one thing she’d hoped she would never feel in all her life: An erect penis forcing its way into her unprepared, unwanting sex. Some small, half-crazed corner of her mind thought ‘Well, it could be worse…it could’ve been my first time…’
The wizard, however, seemed to find this more disappointing than she did. He grunted when he felt his penis pushing past where her barrier should have been without any resistance and growled “What a shame, it seems you aren’t as innocent as the media depicts you…” He chuckled, then added “But I’ll bet that’s still a good thing. I bet you like this, don’t you whore?”
She had a number of different acidic retorts she could’ve given, but she knew that enraging her attacker wouldn’t be wise. And so, in keeping with her attitude of just letting him get it over with, she bit her tongue. At least until she felt the tip of his shaft bumping against her cervix as he finished hilting himself within her, causing her to let out a little “Unh!” of pain.
But if the wizard had any reaction to her little lapse, he didn’t show it as he wordlessly began to slide his member in and out of her unprepared vagina. After he’d been at it for a few moments, she couldn’t hold it in anymore and she began to sniffle and whimper as he started to pick up speed. Before much longer, she was sobbing outright as he hammered away, pistoning in and out of her with such speed and force that he would have been almost a blur if she’d been able to see him.
But such a pace was not conducive to long, drawn-out sessions and before he’d been at it for very long, he grunted and fell still within her as his seed began to gush into her body. ‘Just my luck…’ she thought as she discovered that his shaft had stopped with the tip resting right against her cervix, the result being that every last drop of his cum rushed right into her womb.
Nine months later, Carlita was in London, in the permanent visitors’ wing of Saint Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, her mind having been destroyed by the wizard’s attack and by having to suffer through the pregnancy that it had resulted in. But now, it was finally going to be over. She screamed with the pain of childbirth as she complied with the Healers’ cries of “Push!”
After many hours of excruciating labor, the ordeal was over and there was a brand new, healthy baby girl being taken off to be cleaned by the Healers.
An hour later, Carlita Santiago passed from the world of mortals. The official story was that she died of childbirth complications, but there are those who believed she was only hanging onto life for the sake of her unborn child and that once she was born, the woman gave up the ghost.
Carmen Santiago, daughter of Carlita Santiago, was sent away to be raised by her maternal grandmother, since the woman was the last surviving Santiago save Carmen herself. The elderly witch watched over Carmen until she was five years old, when she began to complain of things that caused everyone including her grandmother to think she was as mad as her mother had been in the last months of her life. At that point, she was relocated to Saint Mungo’s where, ironically, she was given the same living quarters her mother’d had.
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Well, I hope you’ve all enjoyed reading this, so far! This story is based in a world several years past the end of the seventh book. Voldemort has been gone for a couple dozen years and many of the teachers Harry had at Hogwarts have been replaced by new professors. Just like I’m doing for the XD Chronicles, I’m going to require three reviews per chapter before each new part of this story will come.
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Prologue
Carlita Santiago glanced over her shoulder as she crossed the street. She’d long been renowned for her beauty and she knew that a lot of men would eagerly take the chance to sleep with her if it ever arose. She didn’t have any doubt that there were plenty of others who would MAKE the chance and that frightened her more than anything else.
It was a small Spanish town that most would probably never remember the name of whose streets she was making her way through. Worse, she was in the slums, where crime rates were high. But she had little worry about that, she had a wand in the left pocket of her robes and magic was a far more potent weapon than any gun or knife.
The one exception was a single alleyway leading between two buildings that was the fastest way to get from one street to another along her route home. As she entered the alley, she slid her hand in her pocket and gripped her wand firmly. This alley may have been the fastest way home, but it was far from the safest. Too many places for somebody to hide in and take her by surprise.
She was about halfway down the alley when her worst fear came true. Before she even heard anyone approaching, a hand had grabbed her left arm as another pressed something against her neck. It didn’t take her long to recognize the feel of a thin wooden point that meant her attacker was holding a wand.
“Well, well, well,” growled a low, gruff voice. “Look what we have here! Carlita Santiago, the famously-beautiful pureblood from the equally-famous Santiago family. I’ve waited a long time for a chance like this…”
She whimpered in fear, but was quickly stifled by the wizard pressing his wand tip more firmly against her throat and growling “Scream and there won’t be enough of you left for the Muggle police to start an investigation with!”
A minute or two passed by in utter silence, but then she heard the sound of something cloth hitting the alley floor behind her. Knowing what was coming next, she almost whimpered again, but remembering the wizard’s warning, she kept silent. ‘Maybe if I just let it happen,’ she thought, ‘it’ll be over quickly and won’t be quite so bad…’
The thing about rape is that the rapist doesn’t have any interest in his victim’s pleasure, only his own. As such, there was no foreplay, no build up. He just used his knee to hike her skirt up her back until her underwear was exposed, then reached his other hand underneath and used the knife held in it to slice the undergarment open. Stowing the knife away in whatever pocket he’d had it in before, he then used his newly freed hand to hold her skirt and the remains of her underwear up out of the way.
Moments after she felt him lean forward until his chest was pressed against her back, she felt the one thing she’d hoped she would never feel in all her life: An erect penis forcing its way into her unprepared, unwanting sex. Some small, half-crazed corner of her mind thought ‘Well, it could be worse…it could’ve been my first time…’
The wizard, however, seemed to find this more disappointing than she did. He grunted when he felt his penis pushing past where her barrier should have been without any resistance and growled “What a shame, it seems you aren’t as innocent as the media depicts you…” He chuckled, then added “But I’ll bet that’s still a good thing. I bet you like this, don’t you whore?”
She had a number of different acidic retorts she could’ve given, but she knew that enraging her attacker wouldn’t be wise. And so, in keeping with her attitude of just letting him get it over with, she bit her tongue. At least until she felt the tip of his shaft bumping against her cervix as he finished hilting himself within her, causing her to let out a little “Unh!” of pain.
But if the wizard had any reaction to her little lapse, he didn’t show it as he wordlessly began to slide his member in and out of her unprepared vagina. After he’d been at it for a few moments, she couldn’t hold it in anymore and she began to sniffle and whimper as he started to pick up speed. Before much longer, she was sobbing outright as he hammered away, pistoning in and out of her with such speed and force that he would have been almost a blur if she’d been able to see him.
But such a pace was not conducive to long, drawn-out sessions and before he’d been at it for very long, he grunted and fell still within her as his seed began to gush into her body. ‘Just my luck…’ she thought as she discovered that his shaft had stopped with the tip resting right against her cervix, the result being that every last drop of his cum rushed right into her womb.
Nine months later, Carlita was in London, in the permanent visitors’ wing of Saint Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, her mind having been destroyed by the wizard’s attack and by having to suffer through the pregnancy that it had resulted in. But now, it was finally going to be over. She screamed with the pain of childbirth as she complied with the Healers’ cries of “Push!”
After many hours of excruciating labor, the ordeal was over and there was a brand new, healthy baby girl being taken off to be cleaned by the Healers.
An hour later, Carlita Santiago passed from the world of mortals. The official story was that she died of childbirth complications, but there are those who believed she was only hanging onto life for the sake of her unborn child and that once she was born, the woman gave up the ghost.
Carmen Santiago, daughter of Carlita Santiago, was sent away to be raised by her maternal grandmother, since the woman was the last surviving Santiago save Carmen herself. The elderly witch watched over Carmen until she was five years old, when she began to complain of things that caused everyone including her grandmother to think she was as mad as her mother had been in the last months of her life. At that point, she was relocated to Saint Mungo’s where, ironically, she was given the same living quarters her mother’d had.
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Well, I hope you’ve all enjoyed reading this, so far! This story is based in a world several years past the end of the seventh book. Voldemort has been gone for a couple dozen years and many of the teachers Harry had at Hogwarts have been replaced by new professors. Just like I’m doing for the XD Chronicles, I’m going to require three reviews per chapter before each new part of this story will come.