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There was little choice in the matter. All of their herbs had either died in their attempts to make their own garden or had been nibbled on by hungry rabbits. Many things had rested on having the right spell and potion components. Unlike Muggles, who could easily improvise with swapping one thing with another, magic was a precise art. Even the most unstable of potions had to be mixed just right. It was a chore but Roslyn was never much for potions.
Her skill lain in spell work and, more precisely, spell work that could cause a lot of damage. Very much like the wielder, the magic she was most akin to was combative. Hexes were another thing she could do without much effort. She could that potions drudgery to her subordinates. Fetching supplies for said potions, however, would be a job for her and three other people who could throw spells like her.
With the way the Wizarding War had ended, Death Eaters were everywhere; crawling like the filthy bugs that they were. That infestation was something Roslyn planned to eradicate completely.
The wall that had been separating Diagon Alley and the muggle world had been utterly obliterated. Like Voldermort had promised, regular humans fell beneath the yolk of wizards and the first step in that was exposing them to the witching world in the most brutal of ways. Slavery of muggles had become a rather popular sport. As she and the three others walked in she could see many with collars around their necks and being lead by leashes. Some were dressed in normal clothes, others had been given silks, still others were dressed as a house elf might be in rags and bits of things that should never have been on the body, and (disgustingly enough) there were the select few that were forced to be dragged around completely nude.
She turned to her fellows, pulling back her hood ever so slightly, revealing the fiery red locks and brilliant blue eyes beneath the shadow of it.
We will have to break up to find what we need. If we travel in a group of four it might seem suspicious. She leaned in close to whisper to them and, in the noise of the crowd, her words were nearly lost. We cant make it too long. Even dressed as rouge witch hunters, we may draw suspicions.
A young man stepped forward and nodded his head. I will go towards the old bookstore; near the entrance of Knockturn.
"Right, Faust." The woman returned the hood fully to her head and nodded. I will go to the places where the rest of you dont feel comfortable, alright?
A sheepish sort a girl with brown hair nodded. "I heard that the new shop owner for the potions supplies store is just dreadful."
"Then that is where I will go, Moira."
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The man had grey hair, but he was not old. He had lost track of his birthdate, Voldemort never really liked keeping such things. He moved slowly into Diagon Alley, familiar masked and hooded men patrolled and stood guard, yet even they feared him. He was a notorious Death Eater. He changed the war by himself. The deaths of Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, and countless other in the Order and at the Battle of Hogwarts had come by his wand. He was a skilled duelist, and an even better wizard. His name? Andrew Silvermane.
As he moved into the alley, a young muggle boy stopped and tried to shine his shoes. Silvermane stopped and allowed him to continue, and when he was finished and was looking at Silvermane with big eyes hoping for a big tip, Silvermane just shoved his hand in his pocket, grasped some of the Bronze and Silver pieces they knew as currency and threw the change into the street, sending the small boy scrambling. Then, as he simply continued with his day.
The slow, almost wandering pace continued towards the pub, where he stopped in for a drink with some of his fellow Deatheaters. As he sipped his beer, he glanced around. Something caught his eye. It was a small hooded boy. He seemed to be watching the Death Eaters at this particular pub intently. Smiling, he stood up and made his way towards the bar for another drink, stopping at the boy. "Anything I can help you with?" He asked.
The boy's name was Micha. He was apart of the small cohort that was with Roslyn. The pub was usually a calm place, and it was always easy to survey, but on today of all days, that bastard Silvermane was here. Before he could say one word, Silvermane grabbed Micha by the back of his neck and threw him into some barstools. Immediatley the crowd got quiet and stood and looked at Silvermane. "What is your purpose." Silvermane stated plain fact, drawing his wand and pointing at Micha.
Though this was not a good situation, Micha just tried to inch towards a wall or something. He spit a bit of blood and managed to utter a croak. "I. .. " He stammered, looking potentially in the face of death. He needed to tell the others, he knew the policy was to not leave a man behind in a sticky situation, but he was done for. There was no way he would be able to get out of this, even with the others. He met the eyes of Faust in the window of the pub and looked back towards Silvermane. "Fuck you." He said, spitting on the man's nice shoes. With that, the room illuminated in a green light, and one more voice from the resistance fell silent.
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There was nothing Faust could do but watch in terror as Micha was slain. The killing curse worked too quickly to stop it. A flash of green light would make the large bay window that looked into the seedy little tavern bright for a moment. The other Death Eaters watched on in amusement while some muggle pets balked and pressed themselves against their owners legs. Such instant death seemed to frighten them considerably.
Instantly Faust turned away and pulled out what appeared to be a Chocolate Frog card. On the front a strangely still Dumbledore looked up. Looking at it would show that it was not an actual card. He took out his wand and tapped it quickly to call the others. They needed to get the body out of there. The Dark Lord was a master when it came to Inferi and it was best not to risk their friend becoming one. Not only that, but Roslyn insisted on proper burials for all of her subordinates.
As the card against her skin tingled Roslyn knew instantly that something was wrong. She had barely made it to the new potions shop. She looked up and saw Faust in the crowd, his expression was dim. Desperately she began to push her way through the crowd, withdrawing her wand. Some of the more aggressive witches and wizards tried their hand at making her pay for her rudeness, but she stunned them with blazing red sparks each time. A path of crumpled men and women fell behind her. Her hood fell down exposing her hair in a main of thick waves and unruly curls and at that point she was getting too much attention.
Where?! Was all she said to Faust and he pointed in the way of the tavern. Both made their way into it.
Moira found her way in as well, slipping in casually through the door. The Brown eyed, freckled faced girl blended in quite well to the background. It made her particularly useful to trips like this. That and her uncanny abilities for Charms were a great asset even though she was shy.
Instantly Roslyn spotted the body of her ally and she swore loudly. Fuck me with a rail! Dirty, fucking, son of a-
Ros we have bigger problems Moira squeaked. Her green eyes widened a moment as she looked around. They were quickly being surrounded. The three survivors pressed their backs to each other.
Faust smirked. You call this big? Weve fought more and lived to tell the tale.
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The little girl's comments made the crowd of Death Eaters burst with laughter. Apparently, they didn't know who they were dealing with. Silvermane was still not visible to the three who were now shrouded within a circle of Death Eaters. Silvermane was crouching over the body of the boy he had just slain, just checking him out. He had seen this type before, and Andrew Silvermane was not stupid. Digging through his pockets, and finding the chocolate frog card, he slid it into his pocket and grabbed the wand.
Standing straight up again, he looked to see what all the commotion was about. Moving toward the group and hearing the banter back and forth between the Death Eaters and the group dressed similarly to the boy. Closing his eyes, he let out a sigh. Why did these pesky groups always spring up? First it was "The Boy who lived" and his stupid friends, then one Mr. Neville Longbottom had an uprising, which Silvermane personally shut down, and now it was this. Why can't people just learn to be obedient?
As he walked towards them and pushed through the group, he looked down. He stood at 6'4, and just his very essence there seemed to dim the lights. If he would have been keeping count of his kills, like some muggle pilots do on the side of their planes, there would be far too many to count. He was not afraid of some stupid kids who thought they were going to make a difference in this world. Looking at the group and giving a nod, a flurry of Expellarumus spells came from the crowd disarming the three in front.
"Do you know who I am?" Silvermane asked with a smile.
He waited for a second as the Death Eaters recovered the fallen wands. Now they were nothing more than stupid muggles. How cute, they dressed alike and they were all fighting for the same cause. However, the Harry Potter incident only made the Death Eaters better. They knew what to look for, Voldemort had made more Horcruxes to replace the ones that the Potter boy had destroyed, and the likes of Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucious Malfoy, whom had almost lost the war for them had been dealt with. Silvermane was a new breed of Death Eater.
The man was cruel. He looked at the group in front of him, yet something inside him told him not to deal with these as he dealt with the others. He enjoyed his job, he enjoyed causing pain, yet he felt as though he could make an example of these runts.
"Go ahead. You may speak." He said, with a calm voice.
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There were murmurs throughout the crowd as their wands went flying. The redhead was becoming quite the outlaw according to their whispers. A slight smile crossed her lips. It was true that she had become the poster child of that particular rebellion. She was beautiful and fiery and, desirably enough, a pureblood. Her wild magic had shocked and awed many; compared to her numbers she had taken down a good percentage of Death Eaters and loyalist to Lord Voldermort. In a twisted way most of them respected her aplomb and tenacity.
Both she and Moira shot a look towards Faust, who simply nodded. They knew their task at the moment. Faust had, with his particular skills, saved them more than once. He was a master of wandless magic and occulemency. Sticky spots like this were his forte as it were.
Distraction was what the girls had to do.
No, should I? Roslyn asked with wide-eyed innocence. Though she knew bloody well who she was speaking with. This man was much more notorious than any other Death Eater she knew. He had been responsible for so many deaths and the very sight of him was repulsive.
Santa Claus, I think. Hes just shaved the beard. Moira chipped in. There was a quake to the girls tone that Roslyn wished did not show.
Santa what? Is that some fucking muggle bullshit?
You said a swear! Now he wont give us presents like mummy and daddy said he would.
Their childish banter did distract most of the Death Eaters in the room. Some of the muggle pets giggled at the act before them but were quickly silenced by the pull of their leashes and even some slaps across the face. Faust was quick to work. Three wands came flying back to their rightful owners and each made a grab for their own.
As soon as Roslyn felt hers in her grip she aimed all around. Stupefy! Stupefy! Stupefy! Three shots were fired at the closest ones. More red sparks were flying from Fausts wand but not a word was said as he fired them off in a much more rapid succession than Roslyn could manage.
However, poor Moiras wand had missed its target and she fells to the floor to scoop it up as quickly as she could. My wand!
Death Eaters fell around them and Roslyn had to move to dodge stunning curses herself. A shrill bit of laughter escaped her. The thrill of this sort of game was what she liked the best. It was dangerous, yes, but she knew she was going to go out somehow, so why not with a blaze of glory?
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The other Death Eaters were too easy to distract. They just allowed some kids to outsmart them. He saw the little exchange that the red head and the boy had and soon enough he was hit by a Stupify curse. His anger started to build, yet his face still remained calm. Their leader was good. He was a big enough man to admit that. However, he was sick of these childish games. The catalyst for this whole ordeal was that fucking boy. He would be the first. Then, he would kill that clumsy sniveling runt who was looking for her wand. Finally, he would torture their leader, find out where all the others were hiding and then he would exterminate them.
Getting to his feet and dodging yet another Stupify, he watched his subordinates run around with their heads cut off. If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. He seemed to melt into the chaos around them. Death Eaters were flying all around and he heard her shrill laughter. This is what put him over the edge. He needed to find an opening. His plan was perfect. He would make them suffer that was for damn sure.
As the red sparks fell from his wand, Faust was enjoying himself. This was almost too easy. They were slowly paving their way towards the door and their escape. THey had been in worse situations and they had actually been able to get out of most of them. As they moved towards the door, Faust looked at Roslyn. He had always had a thing for her, and when they got out of THIS situation, he would make it apparent. However. . .
"AVADA KEDAVRA"
The green light was a blur and it hit him right in the chest. Immediatly dropping his wand, he fell to his knees and looked up at the girls still moving towards the door. A little gasp escaped his lips as the world faded to black. He never got to tell her, he never got his way. Right when he had enough courage to, he was struck down. To be honest, this was probably his fault. He had gotten cocky and this was the consequence. He completely forgot about Silvermane.
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Faust! Roslyns voice shattered the din.
She had caught the green light out of the corner of her eye. In the loud noises of the ferocious battle she could not hear the shout of the killing curse or else she would have attempted to set the source off his or her balance. That was a common tactic of hers, after all; to barrel into someone with fist flailing and wand forgotten. It was with the upmost horror that she watched him fall. In truth, she had developed feelings for him as well. He had always been so strong, clever, and confident that she sometimes felt as if she could follow him with wide, puppy eyes like all of the other girls in their small rebellion did.
Instantly anger boiled inside of her and she jumped over Moira, whom had found her wand and was aiming well placed Jelly-Leg at the legs of their enemies. Death Eaters toppled over. It was rare when someone remembered the counter curse to such a rudimentary spell and, if she wasnt so angry, Roslyn would have complimented her friend on thinking outside of the box.
Instead rage ruled her. Her wand pointed wildly. Unforgivable Curses meant nothing to her now. In times of duress things like that could be considered forgivable. But she did not care. Crucio! Someone went down and writhed in pain. Crucio! She directed another blow towards another man and he, too crumpled and screamed in agony.
Which son of a bitch did it?! she demanded through clenched teeth. Tell me who and Ill spare the lot of you from pain!
Ros youre scaring me. Moiras voice was a faint whisper but, someone was creeping behind her and she shot off a spell behind her. Stupefy! The sound of another crumpling to the floor was nearly completely lost.
"Come now!" A particularly slimy man said as he approached her. "We should not be fighting so boldly. Roslyn, Roslyn I knew your father. The family Defoe has been quite the cherished fam-"
The redhead did not even let him finish his sentence. She rose her arm and pointed directly at his chest. She screamed out the torturing curse and he fell to the floor, writhing.
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The man's thin lips formed a sneer as he watched the fiery redhead lose her temper. The slimy man was one of his lieutenants, yet he strangely did not care that he was being tortured on the floor. After all, he did bring it on himself. However, as the fiery redhead lost her mind, some of Silvermane's better operatives took the notion to be one step ahead, disarming Moira and with an arm around her neck and three wands pointed at her, their escape route was cut off. Just to think, if they would have left that stupid little boy, as skilled as he was, they would have at least been able to escape with their lives. What a shame.
The Death Eaters fell around her, writhing in pain, still being unable to recover. Silvermane took this oppurtunity to step out. It was quite the show and he wanted to show her that he appreciated her work. Simply smiling at her, Silvermane started to fire green bolts of another Unforgivable Curse at his fallen comrades. They were grunts anyway, when one fell there would be another three to take their place. That was what was nice about winning that last conflict, there were no shortage of cowards to follow blindly about behind the Dark Lord. Sure, Silvermane had a few favorites, but it wasn't anyone here. Silverman even took the time to meet eyes with the fiery redhead as a green bolt fired from his wand and hit the slimy man on the ground. Pointing his wand at her, he was ready to dispell whatever spell came at him. After all, his dueling skill alone allowed him to rise the ranks of the Death Eaters and he highly doubted she was the duelist to dethrone him. He knew how to block any spell. That was the key, he was a defensive duelist.
"What a nice job." The man sneered as he looked at the work they had done. What was once a full room of blathering Death Eaters, only stood the grey haired man himself, the red haired hot head, a handful of Death Eaters, and of course her squeaky, less confident friend. As they stared each other down, he tried to decide what to do with her. In truth, he killed all of his own men, she didn't quite seem to have the guts. Sure it was one thing to use an Unforgivable Curse for the first time, and sure it was one thing to use the torture curse, but in the same sense, she had made an effort not to use the Killing Curse. She probably didn't have it in her.
With skillful eyes, he noticed small things around them. First, there were the dead Death Eaters around him, then there was the attained member of her party behind her towards the door, then there was her. Yes, she had a look of pure anger and hatred around her, but there was something else. There was something about the two of them and something between them that would have made her so angry that he had fallen in battle. Friends? That was for sure. Siblings? No, she would be in a far less functioning state of mind should that have been the case. They were clearly more than just friends or co-workers. Silvermane picked up on this quickly.
"I'm so sorry for that ill placed spell." He said as he slowly walked in a circle around her, wand still pointed at her to block any spell that would come his way. "I was actually aiming for you." He said with a laugh. "I mean, such a shame to end the life of such a skilled boy. I mean, WANDLESS MAGIC?" He said with more emphasis on that last part. "Who would have thought that someone who practiced that forgotten art actually still existed? And at a such a young age too."
In truth, it was almost like Silvermane was stalling for time. What the hell was he going to do with her?
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A loud scream cracked through the room. They had Moira! Roslyn could not stop the noise as it tore from her lips to cut through the tavern again. How she wanted to cut through the all. Although Moira was much more timid than herself, she was a brave girl who did not deserve to be put in that situation.
The girl squirmed in the arms of her captors but there was nothing she could do. A Death Eater in a shabby looking man groped at her through her robes and grinned towards Silvermane. Can I keep this one for a nigh or two before we get rid of her? The words made the brunette squeal loudly, which brought rancorous laughter from all who had a grip on her.
Roslyn felt that same flame build inside of her once more. How dare they taunt a dear friend after killing another!? Again her wand raised but she had to jump out of the way of red sparks as they flew at her. One of the witches had snuck up on her and had meant to knock her out. The redheads infamy meant that there was a rather large bounty on her head to any who could bring her in as a prisoner. A green wall of light took the witch out rather speedily and Roslyn looked wildly around. Who else was on their side?!
Then she saw the direction the Killing Curses were coming from. It was the bastard who had killed her Faust. Her lips curled into a vicious snarl and she fired off a disarming spell but it missed her target. He was moving too much around the room.
Finally he came up to her and she clutched her wand tightly.
You do not talk about him that way. She warned him in a dangerous tone. Let my friend go. She doesnt need to be groped at like a stuffed bear.
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The man let out a tiny laugh. As if she was going to be able to do anything to him. He was Andrew Silvermane, he did and said what he pleased. Still, he kept his focus and his eyes narrowed in on her. He watched her friend get groped and he just shook his head. He let out a laugh and then his eyes focused back on the girl in front of him. He wondered why she was being so upset, he was giving her friend a compliment. Sighing, he made a slow walk around the room.
"I was giving your friend a compliment." He said as he just started her down. There was a lot of tension in the room obviously, but Silvermane didn't show anything. As far as he was concerned he had the upper hand in this fight. He had a hostage. There wasn't much now for there to happen, unless a compromise or something were to arise, but even with that said, what could she possibly offer him? She didn't have anything that she couldo ffer to Silvermane. Well, there was one thing. . .
"Let your friend go?" The man said in a pompous tone. "And just why would I do that?
The muggles wimpered. They sure didn't like to be in this situation and quite honestly most felt for the girl and the redhead. In fact, in some way they hoped they won this fight. Then maybe they would be free and be able to move onto more important matters, like back to their normal and everyday lives. .
The man moved towards her friend and towards his fellow Death Eaters. He put his wand in her face and whispered some downgraded, disgusting things to her, and even made a motion to lick the side of her face. Should this fiery red head do anything, her friend would be struck down. Even then, his reflexes were far to fast. That's how one becomes a skilled duelist after all. He heard the squeal from the girl and he looked back towards her. The ball was in her court now.
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I dont care what youre saying about Fa- Roslyn snarled but she cut herself whenever the Death Eater Silvermane walked towards her friend.
Moira whimpered as the words were whispered to her. She shook her head nearly violently as the tongue pressed against her cheek. Tears fell down her cheeks though she was one to cry in captivity. Anyone was, especially when they were being pawed at and treated like a piece of meat. Men were disgusting creatures. The others that had a hold of Moira laughed heartily and another squeezed at her chest, making her cry out even more.
Ros help me! she begged.
The redhead was trembling now. She did not know what to do. Should she trade herself from Moiras safety? Could these horrible men even be trusted to do that or would they both be taken captive? She clutched her wand tightly in her hand and her pale blue eyes darted around. There had to be something she could use to her advantage. Something out of place that she could use as a distraction. For the most part this little fight had gone very much the way of most muggle showdowns and gunfights.
Outside of the box, Roslyn, outside of the box!
How could she though with his wand pointed so menacingly in Moiras face? Roslyn did not want to lose another friend. She had already lost Micha and Faust- her beautifully clever and brave Faust. Moira may have not been nearly as courageous as the rest of them but she was loyal and funny and compassionate.
Let her go and I will come with you willingly, Roslyn finally said through clenched teeth. Shes a good girl. I, on the other hand, have wounded many of your kind and planned attacks that have depleted your resources. I am the one whos face leers hideously from those wanted posters plastered about
Perhaps she could play to his vanity. If he brought in the leader of the most notorious rebel group it would elevate his standing even more. Her look was steely and her stance was stiff. Even now she did not cry; determination and gall were etched on her soft features.
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The man let out a little laugh. His mind worked. Any information he could get out of the redhead, he could most certainly get out of the whimpering piece of trash that had been accosted by his Death Eaters. He looked towards his men and they looked back, almost as it they were trying to communicate or something. Alas, his men were too stupid and he sighed to himself as he realized that there was no mental connection. He was going to have fun with this one, it's not often that someone as fiery and as beautiful just turns herself in to someone like Silvermane.
The man was a piece of shit. He really was. He had few good qualities about him. There was no sense of compassion, no sense of decency, and furthermore, no sense of what was right and what was wrong. However, Andrew P. Silvermane was a business man. He valued things like someone's word and being a very good bargainer. When he said he would do something, kill someone, he did it. Usually within the next few days. So of course he would honor the bargain.
The man behind Moira opened his mouth, but a cold look from Silvermane shut him up. The grip on the poor brunette tightened, as the man was growing more and more upset with Silvermane. He started to mumble to himself, out of anger but when a slap to the back of his head brought him back into reality, he quickly shut his mouth. This probably wasn't good because Silvermane was shooting him a look of death.
Silvermane decided he would agree to her bargain. After all, it remained fact, whatever he could get out of the brunette, he could probably get even more information out of red head. If she was actually the leader, Silvermane could torture her, do what he wanted and get whatever information he could possibly get from the girl. He walked toward the brunette and picked up her wand from the ground.
"Eleven, maybe twelve inches. Oak. with unicorn hair." He said as he looked it up and down. "Good make, nice flexibility." He pointed the wand at Moira and made a motion like he was casting a spell of some kind. Laughing to himself, he gave it another good look and dropped the wand. The next sound that was heard was the sharp sound of the wand snapping in half underneath Silvermane's foot.
Moving back towards the redhead, wand still pointed at her he let out a smile, showing his perfect white teeth.
"I agree to your deal." He said in joy. "Your wand please." He said holding his hand out.
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The sound of the cracking wand practically broke Moiras heart. Her expression was shattered; her mouth hung agape and her eyes were wide and rimmed with tears. Beneath the fingers of the Death Eaters she trembled half with anger and half with despair. Roslyn could not blame her. There was something very special about the connection between a witch and her wand. They were like best friends and companions. Rage bubbled inside of the redhead for Moira.
Let her go first. Roslyn spat at him. I wont be unarmed with her still in the clutches of your goons.
What had he expected from this all? She was not fool enough to give up something so precious. Not when it was her and Moiras only lifeline in this whole situation. Her grip on her wand grew tighter and more desperate still. She had had that wand since she had been eleven years old. Thirteen inches, ash, with phoenix feather as the core. It was a wand for the incredibly stubborn and spirited. It was very much a reflection of what she was inside. To see it snapped for no good reason would throw her into a blinding rage.
She had not experience with that Death Eater. All she had heard was secondhand tales of his cruelty. For all she knew he would eagerly take her wand, snap it, and then slay Moira without a second thought. The other Death Eaters were become weary of the game that was being played out. They wanted to go home or return to drinking or whatever other things men such as those did in such establishments.
Let her go and youll get my wand and me.
Moira cried out. Dont! Get out of here! Youre more important than I am!
Roslyn did not even dignify that with a response. Moira always had romantic ideals when it came to their small resistance group. She had always imagined Roslyn to be some great saint of sorts leading her warriors through the shaff that were the Death Eaters. As if she were some bloody Joan D'Arc. Instead she turned towards Silvermane and took a step towards the two with her arms up in surrender.
"I haven't got all day." she told him with a tone of impatience.
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With a nod, two Death Eaters swooped around Roslyn. one snatching her wand, and the other putting a spell onto her wrists that acted as some kind of handcuff binding. With their new prisoners, and exactly on queue, the Death Eaters all turned into black smoke and flew out the window, laughing the entire way, leaving Moira behind in the bar. Alone. He was a man of his word. As they flew, a quick sleeping spell was placed on the redhead.
The room they had placed her in was dark and made of stone. It was cold and damp. With her wand seperated from its owner, it was very easy to manipulate her without much resistance. They had a pair of muggle handcuffs around her wrists, a blindfold over her eyes, and she was sitting on a wooden chair. This was Silvermane's interrogation room. Something that he used and loved to use quite often.
As she was coming around, Silvermane was elsewhere trying to appease his dark lord. Kneeling before him, Voldemort said something in his Parceltongue. Silvermane could understand it, but he couldn't speak it. As Voldemort spoke, Silverman just nodded in understanding. To sum things up, Voldemort wanted him to just get some information out of her and then he said he could do what he wanted.
"Yes, my lord." He said as he stood and walked out of the room, head still bowed. As he exited, he made his way towards the interrogation room.
Sitting on the other side of the table across from her, he uttered a few choice words, and a green mist came out of his wand and into her face. This was the awakening spell. Soon, she would come around and she would be very groggy. However, it would take her a second to come to her quick senses, so he decided he would play around with her. He did have a piece of Faust's hair after, perhaps a Polyjuice potion was in line. . .
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This was Hell to her. Roslyn disliked the idea of being taken alive but there was no choice in the matter. Moira deserved a happy life. She deserved more than interrogation and death. Still there was resistance from the spicy redhead as they snatched her wand from her and put her in those magical cuffs. A tearful sob escaped from the pixie-like brunette and Roslyn looked towards her to mouth something but, in a flash, they had taken her away in a swarm of laughter and a bilious cloud of black smoke.
Where she ended up she did not know. Her head was spinning madly as she came to; throbbing with pain and confusion. Had they been able to knock her out or had she shamefully fainted? The latter did not seem possible but she hated herself if either one were true. She was stronger than these damned cowards who hid behind painted skulls and black hoods! As she tried to pull arms out to stretch, she hissed. Sharp pain shot from her shoulders and came down to her wrists. Cold metal bit against the skin of her wrists. What was this then? If she had been more in her senses she would have realized that they had tied her to a chair.
Hello? she called out into the room. Nothing answered her back except her own voice, thick with exhaustion. She had not realized that it was a wizard that had awoken or what dastardly deeds he had planned for her. Just my luck.
Panic started to settle in. She could not see. She could not even throw up her arms to defend herself. What sort of curses would be flung at her to torture her into giving up information? Her lips would remain sealed through all of it. Roslyn was not the type to give up the secrets of her friends and fellow freedom fighters. The prospect of torture, however, did not thrill her.
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The man sitting at the table loved mind games. He loved to make his victims panic. Sure, it was one thing to get information out of someone through torture or some kind of truth telling serum, but that was much less fun than seeing the panic on someone's face. Hearing the fear quiver in someone's voice, or better yet, seeing their bodies shake with pure panic. He sat and watched as she processed what had been going on. This was Silvermane's sick pleasure, this was what he liked to do. Break people. Make them bend to his will, make them putty in his hands. There was only one he had not been able to break, and it was not Voldemort. It was a woman named Rose, his now deceased wife.
Smelling the cold air to himself, he pushed out from under the desk and his chair screeched against the floor. He moved towards her. He had let her friend go as he had promised, however, if she or any of them were to cross him again then they would be dealt with harsh consequences. He was a noble man. Head of the prestigious Silvermane Estate. Father of three, two were deceased now, killed in the fucking first war, and the other worked directly under him. His wife, as aforementioned was named Rose. She was disgusted with the man he had become and commited suicide, leaving an almost empty shell of the former Andrew Silvermane. He had been an auror, one to bring down the Dark Lord, but soon corruption and hate filled him after his sons had died, and this is what had become of him.
"Tell me about your little resistance group." He started with. He knew he wouldn't get anything from her with that simple question. He knew that she was going to try and spit on him or give him some useless remark along the lines of: Fuck you, or even "Burn in hell, yet these things never phased him. She was probably a dirty mudblood, who tried to fight for what was righteous in the world, what she wanted to see, what she wanted everyone to hear. She probably wanted to die a martyr for the cause, maybe have a statue erected in her honor, but Silvermane wasn't going to give her the chance. He was far too proud. Why should she benefit in the long run because of him? No, he fate was that of embarassment and failure.
The noise of heavy footsteps, dripping water, even an occasional fly buzzing here and there could be heard through the silence. He didn't expect her to talk, and he almost hoped that she didn't. A heavy inhale, and the man walked to her back, untying her blindfold and moving to sit back in his seat at the table, as to get a good look at her. She certainly was not terrible looking, yet something about her seemed oddly familiar. He had never caught her last name, though the grunts seemed to know her quite well. She had been running rampant in his parts, yet seemed to stay under the radar from his watchful gaze. Fucking grunts, want to handle things themselves. Who knows how many her little group had been able to kill?
Sitting very taut, very proper, he sighed again. "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
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Roslyn chewed on her tongue. Did he expect her to simply answer his question? There was no chance in bloody Hell that she would give up the information he wanted her to. The men and women of that resistance group had become her family. She expected to take any information she had about them and the group to her grave. A sharp intake of breath was taken and she twisted her arms behind her. Those damned metal muggle cuffs. Magic could be, if the person had a strong enough will, broken. Many had resisted the controlling curse because of a strong will. However muggle made contraptions such as these metal bands thoroughly confounded her.
The sound of footfall encircled her and she felt his eyes upon her. Her fingers flexed and she ground her teeth. The blindfold kept out any signs of light and all she could see was darkness before her. There was nothing more at that time than to be able to at least see what was happening. Finally the footsteps stopped behind her and the cloth had been taken from her eyes. She blinked dramatically as the light came flooding across her sight and blinded her for a brief moment.
After a second the brightness faded away and the room came into sight. It was not as glamorous as she had imagined it to be. For some reason she had gotten the notion into her head that everything a high ranking Death Eater owned was opulent. Her bright blue eyes followed the path of a buzzing fly before locking on the graying man who sat before her.
Why should that matter? she asked coolly. At least she felt less panicked now that she had her sight though, really, she did not know if that was better or worse. Now she could see what was going to happen to her and would be defenseless. Your type isnt exactly the type to actually care who they are torturing for information I imagine.
However, to answer your question I am Roslyn Defoe; blood traitor and shame to the Defoe name.
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"All very interesting." The man said with a interested tone. The man had known many a Defoe. They were all very good Deatheaters, though he wondered if they had any relation with her. However, he was a man that never thought to big into relationships, especially with subordinates. Standing back up and moving back to her, he placed the blindfold back around her head, unsure as to why he had even taken it off of her. Now it was time for his interrogation process to begin, and he very much revelled in the fact that she was a very attractive young female.
With the blindfold back into place, he put his hand on her shoulder and Apparated her and the chair to a new location. In this location, the sun was shining bright, there were birds chirping, and there was even a waterfall in the background. Someone had told Silvermane that this is where one went when they wanted to relax, and that's exactly what he wanted her to do. Relax. That was part of his interrogation technique. Besides, he was going to torture her, but he wasn't going to be bringing her pain.
Moving back over to her and putting a hand on her shoulder, he breathed in slowly and even took a moment to brush her fiery red hair out of her face. Moving back to another table that was in this little area, he picked up his wand. He Accio'd a few potion making supplies and began to mix the potion. Letting her sit and stew for about an hour or two until the redish, pink potion was finally finished. It had an odor of freshly picked strawberries, oysters, and even a hint of something as simple as saffron. All muggle ingredients, but all suspected aphrodisiacs.
Smelling the potion and deeming it was almost ready, he dropped one final touch into it, some wormwood, almost to act as a thickening agent. As he moved back towards her, his wand in hand, he muttered a curse under his breath."Imperio."He said as his wand was trained on her. "You will drink the potion I pour down your throat." He said as he tipped her head back. Pouring all but a little bit of the pink potion down her throat, and making sure she swallowed it, he took the curse off of her and moved to sit back down in the chair behind the desk.
"What you just drank was a potion that will increase your sexual arousal to an unbearable point unless you do something about it." He said in a very flat tone. The only problem that was posed to her was, her hands were bound behind the chair. Let the fun begin.
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To her dismay he placed the cloth back over her eyes, effectively blinding her again. A growl sounded in her throat and her hands twisted behind her in a vain attempt to free them. Of course they would not come free. Whatever spell he used to tie her to that chair had been skillfully and effectively cast; the only thing she could do was move her fingers.
The pressure on her shoulder did not help her agitation any and she had to fight the urge to turn her head and snap at his fingers. There was a pop and the strange, pinching feeling that came with Apparation. When they appeared at their destination, a warm breeze caressed her exposed skin and she felt the heat of the sun on her. A birds song was on the air that accompanied the trickling and crushing sound of a fast moving body of water.
A long while passed by with little sound, save for the bubbling of the cauldron he was brewing some sort of potion in and the natural noises around them. Nervousness curled in her stomach as she waited. A few times she nearly came to speaking but she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting beneath her skin. Instead she took the horrible silence in stride and mused inwardly, finally allowing herself to relax somewhat. Whatever was going to come, was going to come, and she could not do anything about it.
The scent of the potion was strong by the time it had finished and she could easily catch strawberries and something oddly fishy within the aroma. Odd. Already her mouth was watering and she, for some reason, clamped her legs together tightly. At first she had been sure he was brewing some sort of truth potion but now Roslyn was not so sure.
A curse was whispered beneath his breath and there was no preparing for it. Even with her strong will she could not avoid being put beneath his control. Although she would have tilted her head back and taken the potion easily, he tilted her head back anyway and practically forced it down her throat. She swallowed every last bit of the odd tasting brew. Instantly heat spread through her and shot strait for her loins. Even before he had told her what he had done, she knew.
You bastard! she exclaimed once he released her. She rocked in her chair. You disgusting, vile, prickhead!
Slimy little! The feeling pressed more heavily between her legs. A throbbing had started there, hot and heavy. All of her growls turned into whimpering and she rocked harder against the seat of the chair but the ropes were taught. She could not even grind herself against them and, instead, she moved so hard that she fell over. Her red hair fluttered all about her and her body hit the ground with a soft thud. Sweat formed on her forehead.
Brew the goddamned cure! She cried out shrilly. This is sick! Even for a Deatheater, this is fucked up!
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Clearly, the girl did not know the potion was simply fulfilling her urges. The man just sat there and let her freak out. It was fucked up, but who was to say torture was meant to be humane and legal. Just ask the muggles what happened when they tried to interrogate the Muggles in the ways that were humane. It didn;t quite work did it? Just look at the situation they were in now. They were kissing the feet of the ones that had liberated the rest of the wizarding community, even if they hadn't realized it.
The red head could yell, scream, curse do what ever she needed to do in order to feel better about what was happening but that was the nature of the interrogation. She had tipped the chair over and now he would move and continue with the process. Using magic to grab the chair and have it follow him, he led it over to a stone wall in the middle of the little grotto. He knew that if he released her cuffs she would just be trying to claw his face, however, as he got there, he just placed another Imperius curse on her.
"Stay calm and don't move." He said as he unrestrained her. Pushing her over to the wall and using such things as muggle chains reinforced with magic, he chained her to the wall, moving away again, the chair disappeared and there she was, restrained in a modern day muggle way. Modern day that there was a tinge of magic laced in those cuffs, and he sat back in his own chair. Releasing her as he walked away.
Pulling out a pipe, he patted in some tobacco and waieted for long enough to start questioning her. This was his form of torture on her, and he felt that this was fitting for a fucking sniviling little cunt. He would know where the rest of her friends were and even her friend known as Moira would die. It was his job, find the stragglers and the revolters and bring them into justice. Tapping his fingers and puffing his pipe, he listened to her pleas and her anger, finding it the slightest bit arousing.
Everything was going to plan. He ws going to break her. Get her to crumble at his feet and beg the Deatheater to please her. Then, he would make her his personal pet, the one hundreth resistance group that he had crushed under his foot. Something that he deserved and something he was sure the Dark Lord would grant him. For him, the fun was just beginning. .
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He began to drag her to an unknown place through magic. She felt the tug at the back of her chair as she was pulled along. Fear should have been her natural response. There was no saying what was going to happen to her. Those moments could have been her last but she could not think about even being terrified. All her body wanted was that sexual release.
There was a sick satisfaction that pooled in her stomach as he chained her to the wall and muttered the Imperio curse. The potion was making her crazed. The heat of his body felt wonderful. Even the brief contact he had with her as he tied her to a wall made her want more. Disgust mingled with the raging lust. How could she want him to touch her?! Rebelling against the curse was impossible, however, so she simply took the strange and horrifying torture. Her legs pressed together again and she twisted herself in her bindings.
So do you do this to all of the women you capture? She questioned through spittle. The anger in her tone was evident and she did not even bother to cover it. A powerful wave shook her. Pressure centralized in her clit; making it painful. She cried out. Sick, disgusting, asshole!
Again she cried out as the throbbing became worse. Tears sprung to her eyes. This was the worse pain that she had ever gone through. Fiery and passionate, her lusts had never gone unfulfilled. Her fingers twitched. Impulsively they wanted to go between her thighs to stroke the pain into delicious pleasure. Wetness pooled in her panties and soaked them through. If she were naked, droplets would have been rolling down her thighs.
Make it stop! Make it stop! she finally pleaded. The Crucio curse was welcomed at that point.
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Shaking his head slowly, though he knew she couldn't even see him, he spoke. "Only to the special ones." He said with a slight tinge in his voice. The pipe continued to smoke and every once in awhile he would toke and poke at it with a wooden match, keeping the nicely lit flame inside the bowl glowing. The air dispersed into the wind and Silvermane smiled as he looked over the side of what appeared to be a little carved out grotto on the side of a mountain. They were a few thousand feet up, but with the use of magic and muggle slaves, Silvermane had turned this area into his own little hideout of sorts.
The silver haired man brushed his locks aside. He was a simple man really, patient, caring when it came to his work, careful, and able to withstand many enemies. He had the ability to process things really quick and come up with a concise, quick, and effective plan to getting the things that he wanted. She was starting to beg and her will was starting to falter, however, he didn't warrant her pleas with even a noise. No response, no nothing. Perhaps something would come out of her if she thought she was alone.
There was a silence that hung in the room. Something that could make even the strongest muggle criminal shoved into solitary confinement to break. The waterfall sounded dim in the area where the new wall that she was confined to was located. Silvermane's long and slender fingers tapped against his table. On his fingers, a ring that formerly belonged to Lucious Malfoy, one of the Dark Lord's horcruxes (which he got from disposing of Miss Bellatrix Lestrange,) and finally a ring which bore the crest of the Silvermane family, proud and majestic.
With dim eyes, he looked over her. Her form was starting to sag and weaken. There was a noticable spot forming on her pants and her voice was beginning to fade, not much but just a little. These were the types of things he was noticing. He let her beg and plead him for a few minutes longer. All he wanted to know right now was information. He had checked to see if she had any wires on her, any communication to the outside world, and for all he knew, she was clean. However, should he get the information he needed, he would take care of them himself.
Finally, after about an hour or two, which for her must have seemed like an eternity, he spoke. "Where are your friends and where is the location of the headquarters." His tone was very calm. He knew she must be close.
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The silence was worse for her. If he had made a sound, had argued with her even then she would have been able rage out in his direction. Then she would have been able to ignore, to a slight extent, the painful pulse that was going through her body. The seconds crawled by painfully slow. Blood sounded louder and louder inside of her ears until the sound of the waterfall and birds. Her breathing caught in her chest as she yelled, begged, and demanded that he let her free.
It did not take long for her vigor to turn into sobs of frustration and of desperate need. This was more sadistic than the things she had been told. Death Eaters had been known for their abject and wanton cruelty. Never had she imagined that one would stoop to using sexual arousal to twist information from their captives.
The amount of time that had passed was unknowable to her. It had to still be early within the day. The sun was still warm and the breeze only held a slight coolness. Her puss had soaked through her pants at that point and a large wet spot was completely visible. She could feel the wet material of her pants pressed against legs.
What she wanted to do was meet his calm tone and horrible question with fire. Her friends were the only thing that she had. Her family had disowned her. Even though she could not see him, she lifted her head in his direction. A tongue came out to lick at her full, yet dry lips.
I I Her voice sounded truly pathetic. I cant. Theyre all Ive got, those people. I promised to protect them!
Truly she sounded miserable.
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How cute. She didn't want to rat her friends out because they were her "family." Silvermane, of course, was not going to let that answer fly. She could just stay in a state of frustration and need for the rest of time as far as he was concerned. Besides, what the hell was she going to do, she was as helpless as a fucking muggle child. Silvermane never bought on to the idea that the muggles were inferiors to be perfectly frank, he merely joined the cause because. Well, his reasons were his own.
Moving slowly to her, he knelt down next to her and with his long, slender, and pale fingers touched her inner right leg, moving it in a sensual motion, taking great care to get close but not too close to her throbbing area. His hand was wet with her juices and now, with his touch, he was just tantalizing her. Teasing her, making her in that much more frustration. He had truthfully never used the potion for this long, so he had to commend the girl that she was doing a fine job of resisting, but it was only going to get worse.
The once fiery redhead was miserable now. Pathetic even. All becaue she wouldn't disclose the location of her friends. She was once so proud, yet once she had met him for the first time, all things had changed it seemed. The man almost looked at her with pity. Almost. However, he needed the information and he couldn't let her move on without it. "I am afraid I need that information." He said with a sigh as his hand moved ever so close.
It wasn't as though he liked this. Well, he did, but that was beside the point. He wanted that information so he could squash another rebellion. Granted, this was a new type of interrogation he was working with, and the potion could be much more powerful. If need be, he would take things down that route. If it were up to him, this little group would be squashed that evening, and Roslyn would help him do so. It was not a hard thing to do and they didn't stand much of a chance. Even if they went into hiding, Silvermane would find them.
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Roslyn bit down on her lip. Sweat rolled down her face and she strained against the chains again. Of course this did not do anything to help her. Instead the metal bit into her wrist and ankles, causing temporary pain. A pain that did not match the agony that beat itself in hungry thumps and rumbles, not by a long shot, and she growled at him.
The touch against her thigh made things a thousand times worse. Her eyes clenched tightly together and she trembled from desperation. The fire licked desperately inside of her and it felt as if she was burning from the inside out.
Damn you! she whined. She wanted the words to be sharp but with that potion pumping through her veins, all she could manage was a rather pitiful sound. There are different ways to get information! Why this way? What is the matter with you!?
Her lips twisted. Damn him? Damn her for being so weak minded! The Imperius curse could easily be brushed off by someone with a will such as Roslyns (when she wasnt being thoroughly terrorized), the Cruciatus Curse was just as easily dealt with, even the Killing Curse would be welcomed with open arms at this point, but this was too foul to be ignored. Why, she was shocked that he didnt have a supply of Veritaserum for such purposes. Then again he probably took pleasure in causing as much despair and pain.
Just a little rub, she pleaded suddenly. It wont take much now. Just a touch, I am sure.
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The man laughed to himself. She would only be hurting herself. Sliding off her pants and peeling off her panties, he now soaking wet pussy was exposed to the cool, comfortable air of the outside. He made a move to remove her shirt also, taking great care into not ripping it or tearing it. When he got her fully nude, he walked her clothes over to the desk and set them down. Her pants and panties were soaked in her own juices, which was something he found quite interesting from a girl that was a proud and strong as she was. He half expected her to be a lesbian, and the one that wore the pants in the relationship at that, but it seemed it didn't even matter, now she was in the palm of his hand.
With the noise of heavy footsteps he made his way back to the poor helpless girl. Kneeling down next to her, he placed his cold hand on her now bare inner thigh. Moving it ever so close to her slit, however, never touching it, he leaned in close. His mouth was right next to her ear and his warm breath blowing against that side of her face. "Just give in and tell me where your friends are." He whispered, pecking lightly at her cheek, nibbling at her earlobe and even moving to place tender kisses down her neck. Did he want to do much else? Sure, but he wanted the information that she concealed a whole lot more. He rubbed his hand across her stomach, moving closer to her spewing pussy, but still, never went as far as to touch it.
The man thought, should he end this torture, grant her release? No. He was going to wait for her to break so he could finish this chapter and maybe think about what he was going to do with her. It was unclear in his mind where he wanted to go with this. He could humiliate her, like he had humiliated all the other potential leaders of all the other potential revolutions. He could keep her for himself, perhaps as a little pleasure slave on the side whilst he finished his ever important work for the Dark Lord. There was no way the man would be able to court her, especially after this, but even then, a romantic relationship for Silvermane? And with the fiery redhead? There was no possible way. Silvermane wouldn't even consider it. However, she did remind him of his Sylvia.
Shaking the thoughts out of her head, he got back to his work. Running his finger along the outside of her slit, and giving her neck another tender kiss, he smiled. "It could be so easy. This entire thing could be done with." He said as he traced it some more. Only the tip of his finger bothering to break the seal that her two lips formed. Silvermane was very good at being patient.
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She feared him, she realized, as he began to undress her. The act of removing her clothes further showed her how helpless she was. There would be something that he noticed, likely, that made her feel more exposed. Roslyn was picky with her hygiene and there was not a trace of hair beneath her head on her body. The redhead clearly took care of herself physically as well. Lean muscle sculpted her body in delicious, toned curves.
Another cry ripped from her as his hand teased along her inner thighs. More of her juices trickled down her legs. The man had to get some satisfaction out of this sick form of interrogation! Her lips screwed together tightly and she shook her head violently. His hand traced along her taught stomach and he whispered into her ear, the heat from his words made a tremble go down her spine.
What would happen after she broke, for now she was certain that he would not let her ever feel anything but this until she did; death was out of the question? Momentarily an image of Moira flashed in her mind, followed by the image of her dearest Faust. Then their faces were lost in the searing heat of her lust. A tip had entered her! Her toes curled.
Godrics Hallow. She whispered finally. Were based in Godrics Hallow. Protection spells have been splattered all over the area powerful protection spells.
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The man had gotten what he wanted, but even then, there was still more information to be attained at hand. Smiling as he had gotten the information he had wanted, he gave her what she had been wanted and pushed more than just the tip of her finger into her tight slit. Just a little reward for being a good little torture victim. The man let her have a moment and still teased he a little bit more, feeling around inside with the one finger, before withdrawing it.
"What kind of spells." He said frankly. "Tell me in detail." He said as he leaned in and licked the side of her face. Nothing really, just something to show his dominance. He was taking great pleasure in this. He did know that he was a little bit of a screwball sometimes. She was quite an intricate specimen, a nice little body, well toned and quite the face and set of teeth on her.
At that moment, a thought crossed his head. How hadn't Godric's Hollow been destroyed? He figured that was one of the first things that the Dark Lord would do. Had they rebuilt it? If they had, was there some kind of Underground Railroad there? Silvermane was well versed in the likes of Muggle studies, afterall, if we didn't learn from history, we were doomed to repeat it. He waited for his answer as the thought to himself. Should he overrun the tiny little village with lots of Death Eaters, how would the small group hold up.
Looking back down to the girl, he added to his inquiry. "How many are there." He simply stated again, knowing that he would get the answer out of her one way or another. Sure, he would be able to just use a truth telling serum on her, or some other form of torture where pain to extremities were more the focus, but this was so much more fun. . .
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A finger had slipped inside of her! A shudder went through her body and her chains rattled slightly. Just when she thought she was about to cum (as she had thought it did not take long to work her up to that), he took his delightfully wriggling finger out of her now spilling snatch. A look of indignation crossed her features! She had given him what he wanted! Of course she left out certain little bits that were important. The surface of the small alcove had been obliterated by Voldermort himself as a sign of his victory but beneath is where her resistance had found shelter.
Of course. She groaned loudly. He wanted to know more information. He tongue moved across her face. This normally disgusting act took on new meaning in their situation. It made her more acutely aware of the power he wielded over her.
Spells! Charms! Ah Roslyn could barely think. All she knew was that he had stopped giving her that pleasure right when she was about to explode and now she was in more agony than before. Whatever she and her fellows had cast around the husks of homes that served to cover the entries into their underground headquarters slipped out of her sex craved mind. Theyll be nearly impossible to break through, though!
By the second she was becoming less and less rational. Until the potion wore off she knew that it was going to be dreadful. Clearly he did not intend to actually fulfill the pleasure that was needed. It was only a ploy to get her to open her mouth. Shame filled her.
A lot. She managed out. Perhaps nearly fifty that live there; more whom come in for missions so much more.
The resistance had grown in size over the last year that she had been running the show. Slowly they were getting support and slowly they were building their supplies. Fifty or so had moved to the headquarters simply because their homes and families had been destroyed by Death Eaters. The others came in for planning. Roslyn had seen more than two hundred faces at least.
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The man wondered how long it would take to get her to cum and what she would do after the potion wore off. She would probably be ridden with shame and guilt. However, she had given the information he required. She must have underestimated the Death Eaters thinking that they wouldn't be able to get through their barriers and there were at least 50. Thinking to himself for a second, he realized that he could send a task force of Death Eaters that he had personally trained, therefore he knew they were the bes they had, or he could send a wave of Death Eaters, doing what they needed to do to get through the barrier.
Standing up, he had all the information he wanted from her, yet he would not remove her blindfold. Not just yet. Heavy footsteps seemed to walk away from her, and there was silence for a second as Silvermane took his robe off and put it around the chair. Undressing further so he was in the nude also, it was time to have some fun and give the redhead what she had wanted. Stroking himself for a second and getting himself to have a fully erect cock, he moved back over to her.
The footsteps weere actually silent as his heavy shoes were off, and he leaned down to her. She could probably feel his presence near her, but he moved his cock towards the opening of her slit. Deciding to see how far he could take this thing, he pressed his lips against hers without any warning and even moved to push her lips open with his tongue, feeling the outside of her teeth before retracting. If he was going to fuck her senselessly like the little revolutionary she was, he was going to do it right. He was between her legs now, teasing her opening by trailing his cock on the outside, this was going to be fun.
Finally, he lifted her legs up in his hands to give him better access to her, and he pushed into her, planting another passionate kiss on her lips. She seemed pretty tight, and he wondered who had gotten to use her before him. There was no foreplay, there would be none, he would just use her, then move on to the mission of destroying her revolution and running Godric's Hollow into the ground. Slowly, he began to thrust into her. The man wondered if this was considered rape, she did want it didn't she?
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Roslyn wondered where he walked off to. She had heard him walk away. The heaviness of his boots even in the soft grass made a thudding sound. A whimper escaped her lips. How could he leave her like that?! He made her give out the information on her resistance and now he was leaving her to stew in her own juices until that terrible potion wore off. God help her when that potion did finally break its hold over her.
He returned. Although she could not see, she could feel him all around her. The heat from his body and the tension between them caused the fair, nearly invisible hairs on her arm to stand on end. Revulsion was overtaken by the need that she had. All she could think about was getting it. Unlike the other revolutionaries under her care, the redhead was nearly celibate. Of course, like any hot blooded woman, she like a good go in the sack but she was selective. Only the bravest men had been allowed inside of her.
Now a man that was domineering, manipulative, and slimy was poised outside of her gushing cunt. His mouth pressed so hard against hers that she thought he was going to crack her teeth. His tongue pressed inside of her mouth in a stark act of dominance. She was sure that was what this was about. He did not very much find her attractive but he got off on the power he held over her. He played with her body some, rubbing his throbbing member up and down her opening until she couldnt take it any longer.
Before she could plead with him again, however, he had lifted her legs and thrust inside of her. A startled gasp came from her and she tried to inch away. It felt good and she wanted it, yes, but it was intense and she was frightened. The slow thrusting soon quieted that fear and she let out a soft moan. Her muscles tightened. She wanted to thrust back and to dig her nails into his skin. Roslyn had always been a scratcher and was bitey as well.
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The man slowly thrust into her, withdrawing and beginning the whole process over again. However, his inner demon wanted to see the girl's eyes. He had never slept with an enemy before and he wanted to see the lust in hey eyes, reaching up and pulling the blindfold off of her face, he watched her reaction as the light blinded her, but kept thrusting into her using his arms to prop her up a bit.
The man had to admit, this was the first intimate interaction Silvermane had had with anyone for quite awhile. It was something that he needed to do more often, as he often found himself tightly wound, about to do something crazy or something that he would regret in the future. There was no worse combination for Silvermane, being out of "action" for several months and returning after doing the Lord's bidding to perfection and getting chewed out for something by the Dark Lord.
Turning back to her, he leaned down and placed a little bite, right on her neck, as his strained face let out a grunt. This was a pretty nice area for a man so cold and dark inside. The waterfall, the grass, the birds, they all added a nice area and a nice vibe, though the two who were actually doing the fucking, clearly had clashing personalities and ideals about the whole wizarding world.
The man continued, he thought it was quite odd that he was fucking a girl who was shackled against the wall, however, he would unlock her if he wasn't as paranoid as he was. If he unlocked her, she would probably make a move to alert her friends of their impending doom, tell them to scatter and scramble their forces, even conscript some more people to die for their cause, and that was something Silvermane just could not stand for.
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There was lust in her eyes, that was true, but there was something else burning behind them too. The anger there likely told him that if she got free, ever got free, that she would completely and utterly destroy him. That was for damn sure; she would not just kill him. She would make him pay for this. Though, at that present moment, all she could think about was the pleasure. Sickeningly, being able to see his face as he used her body added more to that excitement.
The more he pushed inside of her, the louder she became. Her curls bounced and moved with his rocking and she bit her lip to stifle her moans. He was relaxing during all of this but she was practically crawling the walls of her own skin. She hated being unable to act to anything. All she could do in that scenario was react, a scream issued from her as he bit down on her neck.
The hours the potion had worked on her body caused her to be ultra sensitive. Every thrust inside of her was wet and noisy. Her pussy began to tighten around him as her eyes rolled back in her head. She was going to explode! She did not hold anything back and instead let herself feel anything. Not that she had much of a choice in the matter. This had been burning for long, long while.
Finally she slumped in her chains, panting from it. Sweat rolled down the side of her face and she felt dazed. She tilted her head down, no longer able to look Silvermane in the face. If she only had her wand! That was something she never, ever should have given up. Although it was a noble thing to do, it had resulted in this. Though she never could have foreseen such a torture routine.
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Just like that, she was done, and with one final thrust and one final groan, so was he. Cumming inside of her, he placed another passionate kiss on her lips before pulling out of her and standing up. His slender, pale body was hunched over, and he moved back towards his clothes. He would leave her there, it wasn't as though he could just let her loose, then what would happen. He would deal with her after he was all finished with dealing with her friends. Putting his robes on, he didn't even bother to look at her before Apparating to gather his troops.
There he was, standing before a legion of Death Eaters. His task force standing behind him, they were well disciplined killing machines. They would go in last and help clean up the mess that the other Death Eaters would cause. The new Death Eater order was gaining numbers every day, however, any opposition they faced would be eliminated. They would take no prisoners, nor would they leave any survivors. Silvermane gave his little speech, a pretty basic one, they would not all make it back, and all the fine jazz that came with the duty of being a leader as he was.
With that, they moved out, taking care to ready his own wand. Moving slowly towards Godric's Hollow, he didn't even know where to begin. Looking around at the smoldering buildings that were still up, they must have had an underground area. He had brought along a few of his smarter more intelligent members to help figure out where they were. It wouldn't take long for them to run this order into the ground.
The Death Eater would go about this the way that he would go about any job, with care and precision. As the intellegence operatives figured out where they were hiding, the revolutionaries probably had time to figure out what their plan to counter attack was. There were only three of them investigating Godric's Hollow, the rest of the troops would come afterward when they actually knew where to atack.
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Roslyn was left to stew, still chained to the wall and exposed to the elements. Guilt overtook her and she sobbed bitterly, his cum dribbling down her leg. What would happen to her friends? There was no way she could magically get out of that situation; the chains not only kept her physically bound but had also tapped her abilities as well. Warning them was out of the question as well. Hopefully, hopefully Moira had some sense to her and had taken precautions when Roslyn had been captured. Despite her faith, the brown haired girl had to know that everyone (even Roslyn) had limits.
Moira, in fact, had gone through some preparations. There had always been faith in their leader, this was true, but Roslyn had told them all not to have too much confidence. When someone was captured they went through the same routine: magically seal off all but one entrance, get the children and weaker persons into a safe zone to be transported by port key to another place, have sentries set up at various points, and have those at the ready poised at the mouth of the only entrance, ready to bottleneck and intercept those who came in.
During the hours that Roslyn had been gone the children and injured had been evacuated to much safer grounds. A warning had gone out with the injured. Once they got the information out, everyone else peppered around the country was to be on guard. This wasnt just anyone that had been stolen away. It was Roslyn Defoe, cherished resistance leader. If information had been weaseled out of her, it was likely that everyone was in danger. Mousy Moira was able to rally the remainder left and to get them where they needed to be. Still, she was not nearly as skilled as the redhead was and very few took her bumbling seriously until she informed them that everyone but her and Roslyn died in that routine trip for supplies.
It had been a little over three hours since the horrible events had unfolded that the coin tucked away in her pocket began to hum. The first of the Death Eaters approached. Swallowing harshly she began to throw up more spells around their home. This was not a part of a contingency plan but the freckled girl figured that a little extra protection wouldnt hurt.
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Intellegence had turned to him. "We have probably waited a bit too long." He said with a sigh. "They probably moved their weaker members and left some kind of diversionary force." He said as he moved, standing closer to the outside of the village. "We will need to take a high ranking member of that revolution hostage, that way we can get him or her to tell us what we would have to do in order to find the stragglers." He said as Silvermane thought of that little runt girl that he had let go from the pub earlier that day.
"Also, we will need some runts to absorb the initial wave of skill, that way we can see where they are coming from so we can disenchant them." He said turning to Silvermane who was looking over the entire situation and terrain. Though he had never captured anyone from that particular revolutionary group, he did in fact capture their leader however. They were probably in a state of disarray, scrambling to find supplies and personnel and everything. This would probably be their first and last chest.
Nodding as his intellegence man finished, he looked towards the mob of Death Eaters behind them. Before Silvermane, Death Eaters were known for simply being for just numbers, more quality than quantity. With that said, Silvermane was trying to change that, adding a sort of "Black Ops" group of Death Eaters. Most of them, were in fact the normal scrub Death Eaters. They strived more on the fact that there was alot more of them than anything else. Turning towards them now, he smiled. "We are looking for a mousy brown haired girl." He said as he turned. "Now, TEAR THE PLACE APART." He yelled towards his mob.
With a lot of screaming and alot of pounding footsteps, Death Eaters flooded into the village, launching a variety of spells every which way, destroying and trampling everything in their path, looking for a simple sign of a hideout. It didn't take long for one of the many members to find it. Their plan of having a choke point seemed to be working at first, the Death Eaters were losing alot of men, however, their numbers would overrun them eventually.
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Moira was running around the space of the battlefield. Unlike Roslyn, who lead the charge in the midst of the fighting and chaos, the mousy girl much preferred to be on the outskirts and observe. It painted a much more vivid and accurate picture. Although shy, the freckled witch did have some sense about her when it was time to muster it up. She winced at what was happening. They had easily found their way around the smoldering shell that was once the wizarding community of Godrics Hollow. The mouth of their main hideaway was found without much issue at all, after the protection spells had been broken.
She observed that the bottleneck tactic had been working. Some of the Death Eater numbers were being shorn down, though with the growing numbers of masked men, she knew it would not be long until their small forces would be overpowered. Again she moved around. Early on she had cast a concealment charm around herself to allow herself to move freely and unmolested. Again she pressed her finger to the coin in her pocket to activate the sentries into action.
With cracks, ten appeared behind the Death Eaters at the opening of the renegade lair. They all began to fire off killing curses. This was no game. Voldermorts dogs had decided to unleash fury on them and the only course of action was to push back. They were a little like vampires and werewolves in that sense; they had to protect what was theirs with all that the resistance could muster.
The wisp of a witch shuddered. This was likely not going to end well. Instead of revealing herself, she crept towards the battle. Many had her pegged completely wrong. Even Roslyn had assumed she was spineless and skittish. But all of those instances were with face to face battle. Perhaps she was really a coward but, concealed as she was, she knew she had the upperhand. Muttering spells beneath her breath so she would not be heard in the clamor of the fighting, she began to pick off Death Eaters with well aimed curses.
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The surging ground forces just kept pushing the revolutionaries back. For every Death Eater that fell to one of their curses, another four took his place. An explosion was heard and their stronghold was burst wide open. That didn't take long at all. Sure, the numbers seemed to be thinning just a tad, but the battle still raged on around them. There honestly wasn't much that the revolutionaries could do. Silvermane had brought too many troops, too much magic, and too much skill.
As he looked around the battlefield, it was painfully obvious who the better trained Death Eaters he had brought with him. They were dodging spells, anticipating movements, and keeping the wave upon wave of Death Eater pushing. Sure, some of his better men were being worn down, and most of them had taken a potion so they could see invisible entitis. It wouldn't be long until this base was overtaken and they needed to get out and try and regroup elsewhere.
One of the other revolutionaries, whose name was Johnny Falcon, moved towards Moira, firing off a killing curse and blasting one of the elite members of the Death Eater core. Firing off another spell and blasting back a couple of the regular ones, he moved silently and swiftly. "Moira." He said with a heavy australian accent. "You need to get out of here. You need to rally some troops behind you." He said as he picked a piece of rubble out of his beard. "I will keep a couple of the Falcon Core here to cover your tracks." He said as he peeked around the corner and blasted another Death Eater back.
Looking around, he leaned in and kissed Moira hard. He was unsure if he was going to be able to see her again and after all, she was his fiance and he did love her like one. However, it was more important for Moira to get out, someone with actual intellegence, than it was for someone like him. He was smart, but he didn't know how to mobalize or what actions to take when they needed to make a dire decision. He let out a sigh and mouthed the words "I Love you." To her, before he jumped over the barrier and charged into the fray.
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The girl jumped at the sound of her voice, even if she was familiar with the man who it belonged to. She had been so caught up in fighting that any unexpected noise would have spooked the living daylights out of her. Her hand gripped tighter on her wand and she wheeled around. A cry of relief escaped her in that moment. Her beloved Johnny had survived the fray to that point! All the mousy witch wanted to do was dissolve into tears, her bottom lip even quivered but she managed to pull herself together. What they needed was a leader and, unfortunately, that role now rested on her shoulders.
She relished the kiss and savored it. Who knew when or even if they would be able to see each other again? In times like these, death was almost a certainty. All around them people were dying: Death Eaters and revolutionaries alike. But they did not have the personnel that the Dark Lord did. They did not have the resources either.
When he pulled away she felt strangely cold. Her bottom lip trembled again as he professed his love for her in a hurried whisper. This was no time for it, she knew, but she reached out for him in attempts to stop him from going. That was certainly a suicide mission and her heart broke as she watched him dash off.
Be safe, she whispered beneath her breath, daring not to go any louder. Werewolves were on the side of the Death Eaters. Even in the din of battle being too loud could catch their attention. Those horrid creatures were known for taking young women as their prizes back to wherever they came from, either as snacks or to change them into mates. A shudder went through her and she hung her head. You better come back to me.
Moira had lost many of her friends that day and was going to lose more. How would she survive if her fianc died as well? Squaring her shoulders she went back into the chaos of the fight.
Her face contorted as she whispered out her curses. She did not like using ones that would kill her opponents but this was war. There was no quarter or mercy in it and, while it hurt her every time one of her killing curses hit true, she knew it was for the greater good. Now she needed to get who she could around and out of there. An emergency portkey was waiting somewhere the next block over.
As she darted around she noticed that the main opening to their underground lair had been ripped asunder. Their chokehold didnt last long but had been super effective. Corpses of the less competent Death Eaters littered her way and she fired off shots at the backs of some of them clogging the entrance still.
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As Falcon moved through the ranks of revolutionaries that had stayed with him, he shouted out orders and tried to lead by example. "We have to hold them here!" He called out, firing off killing spell after killing spell, taking down Death Eater after Death Eater. His number two, a man named Ronald, stood right by his side. After all, he was his best friend. The two launched spells, and though there were about forty of them to start and try and buy time for Moira abd a few others to get away.
Slowly, their numbers faltered and soon there was only a handful of them left, Ronald, Johnny and a few others. Johnny was even lucky, a misplaced shot barely glanced off of him. It had been a few hours now, and Johnny was sure that Moira and company were able to make it out. Falcon didn't even want to think of Roslyn, their brash and fearless leader. He didn't think Silvermane would kill her, but he shuddered at the thought of what torture had befallen her. After all, she was one of the major reasons he and Moira were even together.
The two men sat behind a barrier, feeling the after effects and hearing spells go shooting over the top of them. Classic Ronald pulled out a flask and the two men took turns taking drinks from it. Laughing, Johnny and Ronald figured this would be one of their last moments together, but alas, they didn't want to think about it that way. Finally, Ronald spoke up. "Listen." He started, and before Johnny could even say anything, Ronald cut him off and continued. "If our movement is going to be successful, you need to stay alive and make it to the end. Not only to train our new men, but also to give Moira some much needed support." It didn't take long for Johnny to realize what Ronald was propositioning.
Taking another drink from the flask, Johnny knew better than to argue against his friend. Putting a hand on his shoulder, his eyes became a little tearful. There was nothing for him to say, but he knew Ronald was right. Only his best friend was about as skilled as Johnny was, and only his best friend would be able to hold off Silvermane and his dogs for long enough to get away. Johnny was about to open his mouth, but Ronald cut him off. "No. Just go." He said with a smile. As Johnny turned to leave, he heard Ronald speak up behind him. "I need two volunteers who are willing to buy some time for our cause." He said as a man and a woman stood up. "The rest of you go." He said, and as the last remaining survivor headed through the portkey, Ronald fired a spell to cave in and destroy said portkey.
Taking another drink of scotch, he heard heavy footsteps approaching, knowing them as the footsteps that would inevitably lead to his death. Silvermane looked over the faces of the dead bodies, before he got to where Ronald was hiding. Peeking his head out, Ronald stood strong with the two volunteers that had stayed with him. There was a brief silence before all three tried firing spells, Silvermane dodged or blocked two of the three but one spell hit him square in the chest and sent him flying against the wall. Silvermane tasted his own blood and stood, clear anger in his eyes and his voice as he fired two quick killing curses, blowing away the two volunteers. His eyes narrowed on Ronald. . .
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Moira had gotten into several duels as she attempted to gather more and more people. It seemed as if it would not end. Noticing that she was the one that Silvermane had described, they were not aiming to kill her. That was something she had noticed halfway into the skirmish. No one making killing blows against her. A cold, ice like lump fell to the pit of her stomach. Part of her felt that she would rather die than be captured. Who knew what horrors awaited her if she allowed herself to be taken by them!
So she fought and fought desperately, gathering survivors as she passed them. More and more people meant that she had more firepower behind her. Making their way through Godric Hollow wasnt easy and by the time the small handful of survivors made it to a place where they sneak towards the next block, Moira was exhausted. Her spells came out half hearted and she panted heavily as she approached the destination.
Go wounded first! she said to her group. She directed them towards an opening in a fence that lead to the portkey; a trashcan lid that rested at the hole. There werent many there. Only five or six perhaps but it was a tight fit and Moira was heavily pinched. Alright! Ouch! Barth, dont be so pushy! Well all get out, I promise I
But she was cut off. As everyone else touched the knackered up metal lid, a large hand grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her up. In shock she dropped her wand and, in horror, she watched as the small group disappeared without her. The man who had scooped her up was, in fact, half giant. Or at least that is what she assumed from his size (although he was squatter than the groundskeeper she had known at Hogwarts). Her legs kicked and her hefted her over his shoulder like a sack, ignoring the faint physical attacks from the flailing activist.
Mr. Silvermane! he called out as he bounded through the battlefield. I think I got er. This mousy, sticky thing is the one you were lookin for, right?
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Needless to say, the battle with Silvermane had not gone well for Ronald. As he lay on the ground, blood trickling from an open wound, the taste of blood in his mouth. Spitting, he felt the footsteps as the half giant moved with Moira. His eyes widened as he realized what had happened. All of their efforts were for naught. She had still gotten captured and so many people had died for no apparent reason. His body filled with anger, not only for his own death, but for the death of all of the different people that had tried to cover her tracks.
As the giant approached, his eyes lit up with glee at who his half giant friend had found. "Very good, my dear Urg." He said firing a pinkish mist from his wand and putting the girl to sleep. Turning back to Ronald, who lay there like a pathetic dying puppy, his wand broken from the battle, three or four arrows sticking out of the man, and a bloody nose and mouth, Silvermane leaned down and put his hand on Ronald's shoulder. "What a pity." He said in a very calm voice, Silvermane did not get worked up about anything."
To be frank, part of Silvermane pitied the man on the ground. He had actually been a worthy advisory. Standing up, he looked down at the man. Deciding the only action was to put him out of his misery. A quick green flash and he had done his deed. Moving back towards the half giant, he grabbed the limp body of the girl and hung her over his own shoulder. Moving back towards the opening of the hideout, he looked over the crowd of awaiting Death Eaters. "Mission Accomplished." He said as the crowd exploded in laughter. "There will be a big reward!" Another explosion and Silvermane moved to Apparate once more to his special area.
By this time, he had no idea what his other prisoner was doing. He moved quickly. The room Roslyn was in was just one of many different interrogation rooms in one complex, however he had another plan for this mousy, dark haired, quiet girl. Dumping Moira in a dark room, he stayed for a second brewing a potion for the girl. He had to perfect things for the troops after party. Chaining the girl at the neck with a heavy magical and the chain led to a heavy hook at the center of the room, and moving over to the girl, he woke her up. Silvermane then Apparated to check on his other prisoner.
A man came over the microphone. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN." He shouting to the tune of a roaring crowd. "OUR FAITHFUL DEATH EATERS HAVE FOUND THE TRAITORS AND NOW WE WILL SHOW HER THAT BETRAYING OUT GREAT DARK LORD WAS SOMETHING TO NOT BE TRIFLED WITH." The crowd exploded with cheers. "THE POTION SHE HAS DRANK, WILL MAKE HER COMPLY WITH THE NEXT ORDER WHICH IS. . . . PLEASE THE MEN PUT BEFORE YOU!" A few doors opened up, and some of the Death Eaters that had been vital in taking the hideout over, filed into the room, even old Urg the half giant and some of his fellow half giant brothers.
As he walked back into the room with Roslyn in it, he smiled. "How has your time been?" He asked, waiting for the action to get started in the old Muggle stadium before he tried to figure out where the rest of the refugees were.
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It was a horrible blur for the mousy young woman. The half giant kept her thoroughly held tight and panic flooded her senses. She did not even realize that she had been taken successfully to Silvermane until she heard him utter the spell and, by then, it was too late to do anything. The mist sent her instantly into a sleeplike state.
When Moira awoke she was laying face down. Cold metal encircled her thin neck and she felt a chain lay heavily across her leg. There was a taste in her mouth that was bitter and she assumed that she had been forced to drink something. Naturally she assumed it was something to force her not to lie. Those were common in interrogation processes werent they? Her head was still hazy and she pulled herself up slowly. She was met with bright, blaring lights that stung her eyes. She reeled back to find that the collar around her neck kept her practically pinned to the floor.
When the loudspeaker system blared the petite woman squeaked. It was confusing for her. At first she thought that she was going to be publically executed and that made her panic more. Then, as the words sunk in she took in a sharp breath. All of her color drained. The jeers rang in the confined space and she hid her eyes from the men that filed in. There werent many in comparison to the raid on their hideout but, to please, there were more than plenty.
Since she was chained to the floor Moira could not even crawl over to the men to please them. There was a compulsion to do it. Finally one of the taller men walked up to her, running his fingers through her shoulder length brown mop.
Revolutionaries never used to be so cute He told her as one hand stroked the side of her face. The other reached down and undid his pants. Moira flinched as the cock sprang forth but she did as she was bade to; she couldnt stop herself. Her mouth wrapped around his member.
Meanwhile Roslyn had fallen asleep. It was difficult to do as she was still chained to the wall, but somehow she managed. When he came and wakened her, a groan escaped her lips. A sharp pain was between her shoulders and her arms throbbed with the extended time up in the air.
Her eyes narrowed on him. Just wonderful. She told him flatly. This place is just ever-so charming.
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The Death Eaters had formed a circle around the girl. The rafters were high enough so that the crowd could see what was going on, and there was even a sort of tiny creature with a sort of device that was able to transmit the carnage over the entire magical network. They would make an example of this one, considering how the same revolutionaries number one was already chained up somewhere. No one even knew where she was, only Silvermane.
The problem with this situation, was that the Death Eaters were all dirty and very different in terms of their mannerisms. Not all of them were as proper and as suave as Silvermane, in fact, most of them weren't. Soon enough, two other men moved closer to her, and their grubby hands worked at ripping and tearing at her battle torn clothes, getting them off in no time. "Look at those cute little panties." They had said as the man who was currently getting his dick sucked was groaning. Smiling, they just ripped her panties off and her bra, and the tiny mousy girl was in the middle of a group of men, all intending of have their way with her in the most uncanny of matters.
The man whom she had her lips around had let out a groan, but it wasn't going fast enough. Gripping the girls head, as she was on her knees and he was standing, he started to thrust into her face as though it was a ripe vagina or another hole for the picking. He was mildly long in length, standing fully erect at 8 inches. Still, his hands were under his hair and pulling her face, holding it for his thrusting hips. He couldn't imagine it felt great for her, but it felt awesome for him.
Behind all this happening, others had moved. All different lengths and girths. One moved under her and just shoved his cock into her warm and waiting pussy, another man moved and thrust into her awaiting asshole. When one man would cum, they had a choice to make. Either cum in whichever hole they had been occupying at the time, or pull out and cum on her. Either way was fine with them, but nonetheless, they were all getting pleased and they were all using the poor girl's body. Coming up quickly for the girl was the half giant that stood patiently in line.
The man sat in the chair. So she didn't like her room? Interesting. She ws still naked and he cold cum was dry on her leg. "I'm sorry." He spoke slowly. "How rude of me not to clean you up after I was done." He said with a smile as he motioned to his dried seed. "I need to know some more information from you." He said bluntly, before moving on. "The portkey in your old hideout. Where does it lead to?" He asked her. Gently, he set a crystal ball on the side of the desk. After saying a spell, he would show her the poor girl who had tried to fill in for her. He didn't even bother to interrogate her. She was a prize for a job well done. Maybe he would even use her as a sex slave for his men. . .
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With loud catcalls Moiras clothes were ripped from her body. Although she was not as well toned and shapely as Roslyn, she did have her charm. Her body was slender and willowy with curves that delicately flared out. Tears formed in her eyes but she could not stop herself. Whatever had been given to her made her comply; she could not fight as she was stripped.
She gagged loudly as the one at her face began thrusting into her mouth with wanton pleasure. His length pushed into her throat over and over and over again. Though the pain that pinched in her esophagus was quickly forgotten when a man slid in beneath her and pushed is hard length inside of her pussy and when another quickly forced his member into the tight bud of her ass. She howled through the meat in her mouth but that did not matter. Whatever she was going through did not matter to those using her body. After one man came, another would come up and fill the very briefly unoccupied hole. Teeth grazed her nipples and breasts. Bruises formed where she was gripped. Cum covered almost every square inch of her body.
The fiery redhead glared openly at him for that slight. The bastard had used her as a cum dump after feeding her a potion that would make her insane until she got some satisfaction. He had the audacity to apologize for not cleaning her up.
Fuck off! You think I would tell you anything more?! Roslyn snarled at him, spitting in his direction. Her eyes then widened when she saw what was shown to her in the crystal ball. Her guts twisted and anger boiled in her more powerfully than it ever had before. She could feel the blood rushing in her ears. You said you would let Moira go! Asshole!
What she was seeing was disgusting. Was every woman taken alive taken as a sexual slave as well?
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The announcer spoke up. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, REMEMBER THIS IS BEING BROADCAST OVER THE ENTIRETY OF THE WIZARD WORLD AND MUGGLE NATION." He said as the crowd started to cheer. "ALSO, THE FUN HASN'T EVEN STARTED YET, AS WE HAVE OUR COUPLE OF HALF GIANT GUESTS!" The crowd roared again in applause and cheers as the poor, tiny, mousy girl's body was used and abused by the men.
By this point, her body had a nice little glaze over it, and men who had already fucked her, got into line to fill another hole. There was different mixtures of cum dribbling out of alot of her holes as the relentless Death Eaters continued their assault on the girl. Clearly based on her howling, she was a virgin, especially in that tight little brown eye. Finally, some of the Death Eaters started to file out of the room, looking rather pleased with themselves for a job well down. However, the problem was, the half giants who had almost spear headed the assault and whom were the reason for this type of spectacle had not had their fill yet.
Finally, the half giants pushed through. They bodies reaked of sweat and other bodily fluids. Their cocks had more length, and about three times the girth. The crowd watched in awe as a few of the giants unsheathed their enormous erections and prceeded to get to work, one in her ass and one in her pink little pussy, another one shoved his length right into her face and the half giants let out roars of satisfaction and pleasure. The crowd almost felt sorry for the tiny girl, except for the fact that she was the new face of the revolution.
The man watched her get angry, and it was actually a little satisfying for her. Still, as the half giants took their turns, Silvermane almost felt sorry for the poor girl that had to go through this torture. She was being humiliated on live television to much of Voldemort's conquered realm (which was much of Europe, they were even expanding farther past that.) There was no way that the poor little girl was enjoying this kind of abuse, but even then, she should have gotten out of there when the other cheeky brit had bought her time.
Turning to Rosyln as she made her comment, the man stood up and walked over to her at a rather quick pace, placing his pale, slender, cold fingers around her neck and applying a little pressure. He absolutley hated when people questioned his word. His eyes narrowed and his grip on her increased a little bit. The thought of bashing her head against the back stone seemed a bit appealing, but her refrained. "I did." He said bluntly. "She got herself captured in the battle when we razed Godric's Hollow." He said, feeling the need to defend himself against her.
Letting her go and moving back to the table, straightening himself as he let her catch her breath. "Tell me where the portkey goes, or I will resort toothermeans to get the information I desire." He said slowly.
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The poor girl had no idea how to react to such length and girth. As the large members were shoved inside of her, she let out a garbled howl. Before Moira had thought she had been through Hell with the other men but the half giants were proving that what she had been experiencing before was a delight compared to this. Every thrust of their massive members sent her reeling in pain. It was a shock that she had not been killed by their sheer size all at once but she felt tearing. Her insides were being shredded by them and she knew that there would be medical treatment. She was, in fact, to become a sexual slave for the lot. She felt it deep within her bones.
Roslyn watched with horror the fate of her friend. The crystal ball seemed to amplify the image, making it appear larger than what it was. Her stomach churned in disgust. She hated Silvermane. She hated him for letting this happen. Moira was a good girl and did not deserve such treatment.
Though she only had a moments thought on that subject. Her captor had turned around and his hand squeezed against her throat, silencing her effectively. She swallowed hard as he spoke to her. Yes, she was cowed into submission but that anger was boiling hotter and hotter by the second. A strange gurgling hiss escaped her throat as he pressed down harder, a good majority of her air having been cut off. He pulled away, leaving her to gasp for breath.
You already tortured me for information, she croaked. And there are dozens and dozens of portkeys around Godrics Hollow. I do not even remember where a quarter of them end up. Most werent even implemented by myself.
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As the man moved to sit back against the wall, bringing his hans together and intertwining his fingers. He looked her over, sure, she did say something about torturing her already. He moved back towards her, feeling the need to release some of his pent up anger. The man sighed for a second. There had to be some kind of a set escape plan for the revolution. They seemed to be organized enough in order for something like an escape plan. She was the one that probably put the plan into action, and he moved back over to her, blindfolding her again, and even moving to place a sort of sound dampening ear muff over her ears. This was his sort of solitary confinement.
After they were silent for a few minutes, Silvermane brewed another one of those aphrodisiac potions. He knew she had been keeping information from him, and he was planning on getting said information. The smell was probably pungent enough for her to know what was coming, and after anotherImperiocurse, the potion was sliding down her throat. Now, he was controlling most of her senses. He told her how to feel, he took away her sight, and he took away her free movement. This was the utmost form of domination.
The half giants worked, tearing and prodding at the tiny girl in front of them. They had more stamina than those other men, and they had more force and more of a sexual appetite (if that ws possible) As time went on, the giants thrust harder and harder, using their giant hands to keep her in place and immobalize her even further. She had all of her usable holes plugged and the giants made their grunts and their groans. "Why you no enjoy?" The one in her mouth said into her face. The crowd was trying to cover their eyes, but it was a sort of like a bad car accident. They couldn't turn away.
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A strange sickness twisted at Roslyns gut as the blindfold was returned and, this time, was paired with muffs that stifled all of the sound around her. She felt the strange pressure that silence caused in the ears but was grateful that she did not have to hear his persistent, demanding orders. In that time she relaxed, up until the smell of that particular potion wafted into her nose. Loudly she groaned but she could not hear herself through the blasted things on her ears.
You cant be serious! she bellowed at him through clenched teeth.
She much preferred being tortured through pain than with the horribly shameful arousal that the potion. There was no way to fight swallowing the nasty stuff, either. Again he cast the Imperious curse (though she could not hear the word Imperio muttered) and the potion slide easily down her throat.
Dont you have any more tricks than this? Its a little pathetic, you know.
How was Moira supposed to enjoy this? She had been forced into this position and, while the potion coursing through her veins made her pleasure them with no fight, it did not make it so shelikedthe treatment. Her body hurt so badly that it was actually start to feel numb to everything. Her eyes closed and she could not stay awake any longer. Her eyelashes fluttered and she passed out.
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The man smiled. He had more in store than just this, and in reality he wasn't doing this to try and get information from her. Granted, it would be something that would be beneficial to him, yet he needed to have some release and some sort of a reward for a job well done at Godric's Hollow. Letting the potion stew as he had done before, he moved closer to this time. This time, he wanted a little bit of danger in his pleasure making with her. He knew she loathed him. That wasn't hard to assertain from her reactions and the voices that she had given him in the past
Moving near her now, it had been almost a half an hour and he smiled, grazing her cheek with her finger. Drawing his wand, he pointed it at the cuffs around her wrists, and they clicked open. Then, he pointed his wand at her neck restraint, and it too clicked open. Moving the wrist restraints and the neck restraint off of her, he debated whether or not to unlock her leg restraints. Shit, even if she did manage to get his wand and kill him, there was no way she was going to be able to get out of this location. He also figured he could overpower her anyway. Pointing his wand at the restraints on her legs, they clicked open also. Moving to take off her blindfold and her ear restraints, he smiled as he stepped back. This was going to be fun.
The onslaught was over. The floor slipped out and the girl's tiny passed out body just lay on the metal floor. She was still sticky from the seemingly gallons of cum that had befallen her body, there was no way to clean her. A few wizards who had worked at the arena new they had a new attraction there. The wizards around her started to spray her with water in order to clean her off, and after this, they would take her to the doctor and see what the damage was.
human
By the time he had moved towards her to undo her bindings, Roslyns blood was coursing so quickly that she could hear it drumming against her eardrums. She needed release. Her whole body was trembling from a sickening desire and want. Her breath came out in hungry puffs and desperate whimpers. It was not fair that he had so much control over her body! He forced her body to become stimulated! As his finger drew across her cheek, she shuddered and a fine trickle of arousal went down her thighs. Repulsion and desire tugged at her insides and the urge to vomit came and went.
To her surprise, however, he did not continue his onslaught of torment. Instead he began to unchain her. First the cuffs on her wrists came off. She could not stop her arms from painfully falling to her sides. Blood rushed into them causing a horrid pins and needles effect until she was actually able to move them again. Next came the ones on her sore legs, stiff from the hours of immobility. She flexed her fingers and wriggled her toes as he took off her blindfold and sound blockers.
She was a mess. Her face was puffy from crying and distorted between hatred and lust. Her eyes, however, were defiant as always. Conflicting emotions pulled her in different directions. She hated him. She hated him for going back on his word and for subjecting Moira to those horrors. She hated him for the horrors he had thrust upon her. She wanted to use his body, though. Maybe she could even rape him to make him realize how it felt; though that likely wouldnt do a lick of good.
Only a moment had passed, however, before she lunged at him. Her nails attempted to dig into any flesh they could. Legs that still hurt kicked out, hoping to strike something. Yes, she was horny but she could take care of herself once he was gone.
It was a good thing that Moira couldnt feel the water pressure against her broken body. It would have been completely agony. At least she was clean. It was not long after that, that she was taken to an infirmary to be checked out. Potions were forced fed to the petite, pixie-like girl as she slept. It was with a jarring pain that she awoke, the skele-grow that was given to her mending up a completely shattered pelvic bone quite painfully.
There was a cot beneath her, the canvas-like material pulled hard against the metal frame. It wasnt luxurious but it was better than what she honestly expected. The cuts on her face caused her a little bit of discomfort but they were mending nicely as well. The room that she was in was dim and she could not see much but she had a feeling that she was behind some sort of bars.
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The man saw the lunge coming, yet he still took it anyway. Her nails dug into his skin, even drawing blood, and her legs kicked his shins and legs, yet the man just stood there. He towered over her, and his muscular body stood like a tall sheet of dense steel. Let's be honest, Silvermane had been through worse. There was nothing she could do to him that was worse than a spell he had been hit by. As a high ranking Death Eater, he had trained himself to have a higher pain tolerance. He felt the nails in him sure, but his face wasn't phazed.
What was he going to do with her? He had to put this down before she tried to claw at his neck or his face. Finally, he grasped her wrists very firmly and tried to subdue her in the physical way. He was much stronger than she was, he was in better shape, both mentally and physically than she was, and, his sexual organs weren't throbbing at the moment. Twisting her arm behind her back, and pushing her against the deck, he smiled to himself. With his forearm, he pushed her over the desk and with his legs, he pinned her against the desk.
With the threat subdued, he took a second to breath in the old air. She was struggling still, but he was fully able to handle it. It wasn't as though she wasn't strong, it was just a matter than he was stronger. He had a bigger frame and he had much more rigorous training. He could only imagine how she was feeling. The region between her legs oozing with her sexual juices. How did she really expect to beat the man with no wand? Even if she did have a wand, it would be a stretch.
"Naughty girl." He breathed over her. The cuts on his chest starting to bleed a tiny bit. "Now, beg for me to relieve your tension." He said as he just held her against the desk. Either way, he would get what he wanted, whether it be through Roslyn or Moira.
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Roslyn growled viciously as he took the beating. He wasnt fighting back and that only served to make her angrier. How dare he play with her in such a way! Her nails dug into his flesh. Her feet made connection with many parts of his body and, still, he did nothing! For a moment she had even forgotten about her sexual desires that the potion brought to a simmer.
That all came back, however, as he took control over her body. Suddenly he had pushed her over a desk and pinned her against it with his legs. His body was stronger than hers especially when she had just been unchained from hours of confinement. He lurched over her. The heat of his breath fell over her bare skin and she shivered from the sensation. Arousal twisted at her dripping pussy even harder as he whispered into her ear; called her a naughty girl. Her lips dried and she licked them with an equally parched tongue.
She did not want to beg. The redhead was a proud, powerful woman and despite him attempting to break her, she still was stubborn to a fault. A frustrated cry escaped her lips and she thrashed a little more beneath him, tears streaking down her face. He would take it anyway. He showed he wasnt below such things.
Fine! she snapped at him. Please, oh please, screw my brains out!
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The silver haired man had her right were he wanted her. Sure, he wanted to fuck her and make her scream, but at the same time, he wanted to make her squirm. He was still clothed after all, and even then, he wanted to still play. As he laughed, he leaned down, his hot breath on the back of her neck. His laugh was something of a harsh laugh that cut through the air. "Now, now." He said with a slight smile. "I don't think you really want it." He said as he straightened his own back, standing over her with a snide smile.
Finally, the doctor had finished the check up of her body. Everything was perfectly fine, both literally and figuratively. "Well, we will have to put you into a sort of detainment cell until your wounds heal." He told Moira as he moved back towards the counter. He was a very fine doctor, albeit a muggle, he was a very fine doctor indeed. These were the perks of being assimilated into Death Eaters world. The finest medical attention and the finest medical supplies that could be had.