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The Death Eater's Catch ((Vivid and Vicodin ))

Vivid Fizz

Vivid Fizz

Supernova
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Oct 17, 2009
Roslyn listened to the mobile radio with deft attention. Potter Watch was something that everyone Order member listened to. Although she may have not known him very well, she had liked everything Harry Potter stood for, and wanted to make sure that he was okay in such trying times. Unknown to him he was the beacon of hope to all of those who were fighting against the dark order of the Death Eaters. He was The Boy Who Lived. He was the one who could finally put Lord Voldermort six feet under.

“… remember, kids,” the familiar voice of the former Hogwarts Quiddicth announcer continued, “Support Harry Potter as much as you can. Can’t let Moldy Voldy get the best of us! That is it for Potter Watch. Next Password is ‘Hopswitch’.”

The sound of the radio fizzled and all that could be heard around her was the sound of the wind. She turned the knob to the ‘off’ setting before she placed the now silent device into her backpack. As quietly as she could manage, she zipped it back up and shouldered it. Tonight she had been sent to do recon. A meeting of Death Eaters at the house of a particularly prestigious one and there was to be some pertinent information exchanged during it. Most magical bugs could be detected by their means, which made gleaning anything difficult. An operative needed to be present. It made it dangerous.

Keeping the safe distance, she rolled out an extendable ear. Those Weasley twins really knew how to make brilliant gadgets and that particular invention was not detectable by magical means. You had to have an attention to detail and, in this darkness with the masks that Death Eaters wore, she highly doubted that anyone would find her.

The redhead simply waited. It wouldn’t be long now.
 
It was a shame that such a beautiful woman was being put on recon duty. The reason being that she was not going to come back to The Order, at least, in one piece. One death eater, who was on his own version of recon, had saw the woman who was trying to spy over their duty. He didn't have an extendable ear, but he did have excellent eyesight. Anthony grabbed his wand from his waist, and he then moved off of the top of the house, which was his spying spot. She was too focused on hearing plans, that she wouldn't be ready for him. Anthony creeped up behind her, and at about 3 feet behind her, he mumbled, "Expelliarmus." To get rid of her wand. If the spell managed to do that, then he would be at his mercy.

Anthony was a Death Eater in his 20s, who was never really fond of having Mudbloods stain the bloodlines of so many good ancestors. That, and he never really had a group that he could call his own. He only had groups that were close to being called family. He ran his hand through his black hair, and he smirked as he looked at his target. What a shame. What a shame. His brown eyes stared at the woman, and assuming that he disarmed her, he began his attack. He raised his wand and muttered a spell, and if the spell worked, then she would be unable to scream, unable to yell out. She could only talk at a normal voice. He then asked. "What do you think you are doing, Miss? You think you can find out what our plans are going to be? You think you can make a difference?" There was then a small laugh. "The only thing that is going to happen to you, is slow death. You got me, sexy?"
 
As her wand flew from her hand, she gasped loudly. A freezing sort of fear overcame her and she whirled around to see who was attacking her. Eyes widened as a man approached her with his wand drawn outwards. A muttered spell escaped her lips and she threw her arms up. She knew that wouldn’t stop the spell from hitting but it was a knee-jerk reaction. Roslyn was a fighter and would protect herself to the end; even if the means did seem ridiculous and impossible. As soon as the spell hit her she felt her throat tighten and the words that were attempted to escape died before they hit her lips. There was another failed attempt to scream at him but that, too, was thwarted.

Finally she was able to say something, albeit, not in the volume she wanted to express herself. Which was good; with other Death Eaters only a short distance away, she would hate to draw any more attention to herself or this situation.

“Fuck off,” she spat softly in his direction. If she were going to die, she was going to make it as quick as possible. The redhead was not going to let anyone get the satisfaction of torturing her to death. There was no way she was going to be forced to reveal the secrets of the Order. Even without a wand, someone could be dangerous. A low growl sounded in her throat and she launched herself at him with arms flailing and legs kicking.

An arm raised and she aimed a fist directly at his face; hoping to make contact.
 
This woman, thinking that he would be able to stop the Death Eaters, was so funny. However there was no humor involved when the woman threw herself at him. Now he ended up on his back, with her on top, and she had managed to lay a good punch in his face. He growled and felt the burning sensation of pain start to fill up his face. "Bitch!" He yelled out, and he pointed his wand towards the sky, while using his other hand to block his face from any more punches. He shot out a patronus towards the room, and he then threw his wand to the side. Screw spells. He was going to beat the crap out of his Order member, and put her in her place. His right hand moved up, and he then thrust it towards the woman's face, using his left hand to block any punches if needed.

How dare this bitch, spying on the members that had no problem with killing her on the spot. Members that had no problem with tying her up, torturing her until she was insane, and then seeing the light leave her eyes when the green light had finally been shot into her body. The Death Eaters received the Patronus, and prepared themselves to go outside.
 
If Roslyn could cry out, she would have. As it was she was making odd squeaking noises and guttural grunts as she flailed herself around. This was about survival! Somehow her punch managed to land across his smug face but he had sent something silvery up from his wand. That was going to prove dangerous for her. She needed to get out of here! In her panic she did not notice the fist coming to her face and the knuckles landed across her cheek. With a gasp and a groan, she rolled off of him with a hand over her eye. Already the pain was throbbing; she couldn’t tell if it was swelling or not.

“Damn it!” she exclaimed in a hushed whisper. In the distance she could hear the crunching of many different feet against the grass. This was not good! This was a tight, tight spot. Her only way to get away was to get to her wand. Despite the pain she attempted to crawl across the grass in the direction he had tossed it.

She would have just Apperated but she knew that the Ministry now kept tabs on that. Any place she went she would have Death Eaters on her tail. Still if she had her wand and did it then she would have more of a chance. Just a few feet in front of her she spotted it.

“Accio wand!” she said in that same hoarse whisper. Wandless magic never came easily to her but now she needed it to work. She just couldn’t die here! The magic stick jump and rolled a little in her direction but it stopped. “Accio wand!”
 
Anthony got up from the ground and he ran towards the wand that was slowly making it's way towards the woman. Now, he had to prevent that woman from disappearing. He wasn't sure if she found anything out about the Death Eaters, which was why he had to make sure she never escaped. That she never got her wand, and that she never made it back alive. Anthony stamped on the wand that was making it's way towards the woman, and he then smirked as he aimed a kick right at her nose, with the most force that he could possibly do. He wanted to put her in her place. Whatever happened to her from that kick, he could get the Death Eaters to chain her up. Torture her.

The remaining Death Eaters had managed to run towards the standing Death Eater, and the prone Order member. All of the Death Eaters raised their wands at Roslyn, but Anthony motioned for all of them to calm down. "Relax Brothers." He replied, and smirked as he got his wand and pointed it at the girl as well. He then picked up Roslyn's wand, and gave it to a Death Eater. "Make sure that it is never found." He said. He then turned to the girl, if she was still conscious. "What should we do with you? Before we kill you?"
 
Roslyn let out a muffled scream as the shoe made contact with her nose. Although it did not break, blood spurted from her nostrils and pain flashed bright white across her line of vision. Her hands came up to clutch her face and she curled up on the groan, moaning in pain. The white tank top she wore was painted shiny crimson. Black dots swam in front of her vision and she fought just to keep herself conscious.

Around her Death Eaters circled. All of their wands were pointed out to her and she knew that there was nothing she could do. They had gotten her and they were not going to show mercy to her. She was a mudblood to them; a life form lower than the dirt of the Earth. A strange sort of ill settled in her stomach; a combo of the blood slipping down her throat and the situation she now found herself in. The question that was asked was nearly lost on her.

“Nothing… I am not… telling you… anything,” she spat blood at them. Even now she was a fighter. Blue eyes slid in and out of focus and she slumped against the ground.
 
The Death Eaters that were looking at this Mudblood were all staring at her as if she were some kind of disease. "Ugh, a filthy Mudblood." One of them said, and they raised their wand. "Avada..." But he was broken off when Anthony pushed the Death Eater away, so that the dark green energy shot up into the sky." Anthony looked towards the Mudblood on the ground. "Just because she is a filthy Mudblood, doesn't mean that we are going to kill her." Anthony replied, and he stamped onto her stomach, keeping her in place. "It doesn't matter whether you are going to tell us anything. One thing is for sure, is that we can kill you. Any of us will."

Anthony raised his wand, and he levitated her away from the Death Eaters, away from the many men that were looking at the girl as if she was a toy. Anthony closed and locked the door, and he then threw her onto the ground. He raised his wand. "Crucio." He said, pointing the wand at the Mudblood and smirking, waiting to hear the yells and cries of pain when the Torture Curse was in effect. "Squirm for me Mudblood, squirm in pain!"
 
How could they know she was muggle born just by looking at her? A grin crossed her face in spite of all of this. Truly the bigoted were irrational. This time they just happened to be right. That smug sense of satisfaction was taken from her, however, when he put pressure on her stomach with his foot. She hacked and the blood in her throat flew out of her mouth. Really she looked more hurt than what she actually was and she was fortunate that the killing curse that was sent at her was deflected. There was still hope that she could escape. No matter how much hope dwindled with each second, it was still something she could cling on to.

Her body began to rise and she wondered what was happening. Helplessly her head lolled back and forth as she was taken away from the other Death Eaters. This was confusing her. Where was she being taken? Clearly she wasn’t going to be killed. At least not right away. There was supposed to be torture, wasn’t there? Of course, she probably should have been happy for that short reprieve. Her body was dumped on the floor, causing pain to shoot through her back as she landed.

Before she could react she heard the dreaded word “Crucio”. Her entire body felt as if it were on fire. Her faint and desperate cries filled the room and she curled into a small ball. This was agony! Thank God he had put that curse on her before. She did not want to give the others the satisfaction of her screams. Tears streamed down her face and she attempted to roll away from the agony.
 
The torture continued for minutes. Minutes, the pain was being surged through the girls body. And no matter how many tears were being leaked out of the woman's eyes, it did not stop. Anthony looked at the squirming girl with almost a maniacal expression, while he kept the wand on her. He broke the curse, after 5 minutes of constant torture, to give her a small break. However break was a little bit of an understatement. He kicked her in the stomach, and then let out a laugh. "I thought that Order members were supposed to be badass. They are the ones that were supposed to take us down. All I see is a Mudblood toy." The man said. He then smirked, as he locked the windows shut, locked the door shut, and he muttered. "Crucio." For one more minute.

When he thought that he was done, after that minute, he pounced on the woman, working at her clothes so that he could get them off if he wanted. She was a Mudblood. He would make sure not to have a child with this embarrassing piece of wizarding flesh. He would just make sure that he worked this Mudblood to the core, with sex and torture. Some other Death Eaters would have loved to take advantage of this Mudblood. But he wanted her all to himself. As he put his hands onto her chest, to start to undo her clothes, he let out another small laugh, and he kissed the girl on the neck. "So, tell me. What do you want me to do with you first? I can torture you some more. Or I can enjoy the feeling of your naked body."
 
Roslyn’s mind was awash in complete torture. No matter how she tried to shove it off and resist, because it was possible to resist the Crucio Curse, she just couldn’t. Without her wand she just felt too helpless. There was one thing she didn’t do and that was beg. No matter how much agony she was in, she was not going to do that. Black dots swam in front of her vision. It was amazing that she wasn’t passing out from this. Her face was swelling and it throbbed from the pain. The rest of the body felt as her nerves had been set aflame. It was truly a testament to how ‘badass’ she was that she was still conscious.

Then the pain stopped. Even if only for a moment, it stopped, and she panted like an overran dog. That was only a brief reprise from the pain. His foot made brutal contact with her stomach and she doubled over once more, fighting for breath. Her face turned bright red and she gasped desperately for air as he went around to make sure that everything was locked. What was he doing? Did it matter if other Death Eaters came in now? The redhead pulled herself up on her arms. Her legs were still tingling and would not move. Desperately she began to crawl over to the corner. Even if she was followed, if she Apperated, it would give her a fair shake at survival. Yet she could not. As soon as he was done his wand came out and she rolled on to her back, letting out a soft scream.

Again the pain stopped but that wasn’t the end of it. No. He jumped on her and she threw up her arms to protect her face from another beating. Instead his hands came to her chest and he began to tug at her shirt. The fabric gave way after a few tugs revealing the bra beneath the blood stained tank. Her eyes widened as his lips came across her neck.

“No!” she said through a hiss. Roslyn tried to get away but she could hardly move. No way she was going to let her first time be taken away by a desperate and hard up Death Eater. Her body could barely move with the weight of him on her; not after he brutally tortured her. “You won’t… not my…”
 
It was true, Anthony was extremely surprised that the Order member did not pass out. At least five minutes of extreme torture would have anyone passed out. But this woman was still awake, and fighting against her. He ran his hand through her hair, and gave out a small mock giggle, as he kissed her on the lips. He then grabbed her bra and quickly tore it off, so that he would be able to feel her succulent breasts. He smirked as he laid her onto her stomach, out of the corner, and then grabbed ahold of her legs. "Struggle, and I'll kill you." Anthony said, as he got on top of her. He gripped her breasts and then gave them a few small massages, the bulge in his pants starting to show. "The Death Eaters want you all to themselves. But they are not going to get it. Ask me what you would rather have. Every Death Eater enjoying your flesh. Or just me. You Filthy Mudblood."

Anthony tugged her pants down, taking the time to pull them off of her legs and throw them aside. He still was clothed. He then looked at her underwear, and smiled as he moved part of it to the side, so he could see her womanhood. "Aww, what a cute little womanhood. Hey let me know," He paused and put his hands onto her arms, pinning her to the floor. "Are you a virgin? It would make me much more happy to know that I'm breaking a Mudblood virgin, then a regular Mudblood who already got fucked."
 
The kiss was repulsive! His lips touched hers and she could taste him. The hatred seemed to become a matter that solidified on his lips and rolled down her throat. Her stomach churned. Her head spun. This could not be happening! Nothing in her training covered the possibility of rape! When she first entered the Order, all they spoke of was getting tortured and killed; they spoke nothing of having something like THIS happen. She let out a desperate cry as he ripped her bra off. Her full, ripe, and perky breasts bounced forth. The pink nipples hardened upon contact with the slightly chilly air.

Roslyn stayed perfectly still as she was laid on to her stomach. Tears began anew and streaked down her face. He moved so that he was on top of her; his hands coming to pull and play with her now exposed breasts. She shook her head and she made a faint scream of protest. Against her backside she felt a lump beginning to grow. He asked her a question and she howled in despair. She did not want anybody to touch her body like this. Not even someone who deserved it!

There was no stopping him as he began to tug her pants off. As he brought them over her feet, they took off her shoes so she is in nothing but a pink pair of ruffly panties and her white running socks. He pushed the thin sheet of her panties aside to reveal her pussy. It was shaved, just like the rest of her from the neck down, and shone a shade of rosy pink; the same shade as her nipples.

"Don't do this," she whispered. "You don't want me. I am not any good."

Roslyn was trying to avoid his question. Yes, she was a virgin but she didn't want him to know that.

"My boyfriend says I'm rubbish."
 
If only she was being silent, because then Anthony would have to try a little harder to break this woman. But all she was doing was screaming out when he touched her, or asked a question. He was going to have to go to his next step, breaking her will. Anthony thought about putting his wand onto the floor, but he couldn't trust himself. If he were to get too much into the moment, he might forget that the wand is a foot away from this woman's grip, and she could use it to end him. So he was going to keep the top part of his robe on, and the bottoms off, to rape her. He smirked and let out a small laugh, as he moved back, looking over the woman. All she had on were those cute running socks, along with a cute pair of pink underwear. Her tits were on display, the nipples hard. He knew that it was from the cold air, but he still could play with her mind. "Aww your nipples are all hard. I didn't know that you found a Death Eater so sexy." He replied, and he sat down on the bed in the corner of the room. "Why wouldn't I want you? You are so funny. Mudbloods are filthy humans, that shouldn't be in the Wizarding World. That doesn't mean that we can't take advantage of them. As long as I don't give you a child, then I can use you all I want. I don't want a half-blood child with you."

Anthony stood up and he started to walk around her. He didn't want to fuck her yet. He wanted to do a few more mind games before he broke this Mudblood. "Your boyfriend says your rubbish? I guess you are into those kind of guys, that only tell you how useless you are." Anthony moved closer to her, and he pointed his wand at her. Her underwear slipped down, but remained around her ankles, just to humiliate her. She was going to stay in those running socks. He considered it so sexy if he were to fuck her in those. "You are useless. The only thing that Mudbloods are good for, is fucking. And target practice." Anthony then got back on top of the girl, and he spread open the lips of her pussy, so that he could see the rosy red color. "Oh yeah... It looks so tight." He said. He put her legs onto his shoulders, and slapped her across the face one more time. "The Order put you in this. They knew that this would happen to you. Which is why they sent you to this fate." Anthony replied. He managed to get his pants and boxers off while he told her this. His 9 inch member was pressing up against the lips of her pussy, and as he pushed his cock inside of her, he didn't care if she screamed. He didn't care if she cried. That was the beauty of it. Seeing the pain in her eyes, in her body language, when he ripped her body apart. He pushed every inch into her slowly, so that her pussy would be bleeding and sore. He then gave her one more kiss on the lips, and started to move, hard. He slammed into her with every jerk of his waist, making sure that she would hate her first time, and wish that she was dead.
 
Roslyn took in a sharp breath as he berated her. Of course she didn’t think he was sexy. The cold always made a girl’s nipples hard. She was not as worthless as he was saying! The redhead closed her eyes and attempted to ignore his words. There was a movement and she felt the panties fall to her ankles. She closed her legs tightly to hide the pink pussy from his sight. Tears threatened to fall down her cheeks once more. Again he was on her and spreading her lower lips. He said she looked tight but she was not paying attention to him anymore. In her mind she was elsewhere.

Until his hand came across her face, causing her to let out a shocked gasp. Bright blue eyes snapped open and the pain that shone in them was immense. He was lying! The Order would never send her to get raped on purpose. What sort of sick people would do such a thing?! Certainly not the people that she knew!

“Ouch!” she cried out. Her body seized as he began his painfully slow intrusion of her body. He was forcing himself into a place that was almost completely dry. The more he pushed, the more physical pain he caused her. There was nothing she could do. If she resisted, then she would be killed. When the skin of her hymen was tore through, she let out a strangled scream. The smell of her virgin blood broke through the scent of sweat and his arousal. She cried; how could this happen to her? How could she let it? A Death Eater was now using her body as his personal play thing.

His kiss was insulting and she pulled her lips away from it. Though everything before seemed like heaven compared to what he did next. He began to thrust in and out of her with no care for her pussy. Hard and fast he pounded in to her; making her breasts circle.

“It-it hurts…” she managed through clenched teeth.
 
It was so obvious. The actions and body language of a virgin were blatantly obvious. Only a virgin, or a woman that was not used to a big cock, would be crying and telling him how much it hurt. Anthony winced as he kept slamming into this woman. She was so dry, that he almost felt like pulling out, and wetting up his cock with water from his wand. But he started to feel a different kind of lubrication being used: blood. The blood from her hymen started to coat his cock, and he used it to keep moving inside of the woman, but now with a more satisfactory pace. He was able to slam into her, without feeling her dry pussy scraping up against him. It felt nice, having some kind of lubrication. Anthony grabbed hold of her breasts and gave them a massage. He didn't want to talk to her after he pushed in. He just wanted to enjoy the moment, enjoy the flesh that he was digging out. He rolled his eyes when the virgin told him that it hurt. "Of course it hurt, Virgin." He replied, deciding that as her nickname for this endeavor. "You didn't let any boyfriend have sex with you, so now you pay the consequences. See if you had done this before, this wouldn't hurt as much." He slammed into her again, making sure to get all 9 inches inside of her, before he started to move normally again. "And you might even enjoy it. Shut up." He said finally as he kept moving, moaning and feeling his climax building up.
 
He mocked her for being a virgin as his body slammed into her over and over again. She wasn't expecting her first time to feel wonderful but she never imagined that her deflowering would be so painful. Tears continued to streak down her face as he moved inside. He said that she should shut up and enjoy it. There was no way that she could bring herself to want this. Not when it hurt so bad; not when some Death Eater was the one doing it to her.

"Just hurry," she said through clenched teeth. "Just get it over with."
 
As Anthony kept moving inside of her, there was nothing but groans that came out of the Death Eater, the man that had taken this woman's virginity. He smirked as he then pulled her up into his lap, and he continued to thrust up into the woman, running a finger up her neck and smirking. "I am going to enjoy myself to the end." He replied. Anthony grabbed hold of her breasts and continued to fuck her, up until ten minutes later, when he had her up against a wall, and he was finally feeling his climax coming. He let out a grunt, and he put his head on her shoulder. "It's going inside of you." He replied. If she were to fight, he would make sure that it was on her body instead, or maybe inside of her mouth. But when his climax reached, he pushed his cock all the way into her, and let out one final groan, as his cum invaded her body, being shot inside. His eyes seem to glint in a malevolent way, as he released in the virgin's body.
 
There was Hell all around in that small, locked room. Every thrust reminded her how she let herself get taken advantage of. If only she had fought harder… if only she was more cautious and used a disillusionment charm like Lupin had suggested… if only!

After five minutes of this brutal fucking, her tears ceased and her sobs silenced themselves. Instead he body went limp and felt dead to her. All she wanted was to take herself from that room. The fiery redhead did not even want to cause him harm. All she wanted was freedom from this. As they continued he forced her into various positions and their last had her against the wall. By that time her body had began to react as a body should. It dripped juices down his cock and it quivered as it pushed against that bundle of nerves inside of her.

Roslyn’s face paled though when he proclaimed that he was going to shoot off inside of her. As much as a virgin as she was, she knew what could happen when a man shot inside a girl. Her body tensed and she let out a desperate cry.

“You can’t! You said you didn’t want a baby! You sa-“

Then he rammed himself deeply inside of her. Hot liquid was being shot inside of her pussy. The muscles of her vagina clamped him in her abject terror of what this could mean. From around the base of his penis, some of his seed leaked from inside of her tight womanhood. Her head slumped forward.
 
The hot, euphoric feeling of being able to shoot inside of this mudblood was surging through the man, a huge groan coming out of his lips, and being uttered nearby the Mudblood's ear. He pulled out of the woman, and then slapped her across the face so that she could fall onto the ground. Anthony pulled his pants up, and smirked as he looked down at what he just took advantage of. A woman, with extremely nice tits, rosy tips as the nipples, and a rosy pink pussy just being ripped apart. He could smell the air of her juices, mixed with his, that were now inside of this woman. He wanted to throw another torture on her, but he decided against it. Only so much torture could be applied, before the girl would just be a useless body, slumped up against a wall with no use, not even any fun for fucking. His brown eyes stared down the girl, and he then sat down on the bed, on the other side of the room. "You know, if the Order didn't want anything bad to happen to you, then they would have given you a partner, someone to watch your back while you looked over us." Anthony was still smirking. "They wouldn't have sent you in alone, to be abused, raped, and killed."

Anthony pointed at the woman with his wand, and he then materialized chains around the girl's wrists, that were shackling her to the wall nearby the door. The chains then materialized on her ankles as well, just to make it look like a sexy prisoner. Anthony then laid back on his bed, and relaxed a small amount. "I'm not done with you. Don't think that I ever will be. See, having sex with a Death Eater has gotten boring. I'm going to make a Mudblood useful. Your screams, your whimpers, they satisfy me. They are what I want, in a woman. The ability to scream, and beg me not to do it."
 
Roslyn let out a faint scream as his hand made contact with her face; sending her brutally to the floor. Seconds passed as she attempted to regain her senses from the blow. Her whole body convulsed in pain. How she hurt! After he had pulled out blood and semen trickled down her thighs and her pussy began to throb in agony. Tears trickled down her cheeks as he continued to mock her. What he was saying about the Order was a lie! She had decided to go on her own because it would put one less person in danger! To drown out his voice she clamped her hands to her ears and made a strange, squealing noise.

Even that defense was taking away from her. Around her legs chains were form, spreading them wide as she was attached to the wall. A second pair of manacles appeared and pulled her arms high above her head, latching her hands together so her beautiful breasts would press together. She struggled against the chains and let out a vicious growl.

“Let me go!” she demanded of him. “I am not going to be used as your personal fuck toy!”

The chains frightened her. They made her feel like escape was impossible. With all that had happened to her, she did not want to feel confined as well. She would rather be dead.
 
It was too bad for the Mudblood, because escape was impossible. The woman was without a wand, and she was surrounded by dozens of Death Eaters, that were in the same building as her. Anthony's eyes widened when he noticed the extra work that the chains did, pulling her legs apart to show off that sexy pussy, and pushing her breasts together. He laid back against his bed, and he let his wand go for now, since she wouldn't be able to use it. Or bring it to her. "You are going to be used as my personal fuck toy. That is all you are useful for. Don't worry, within a month or two of doing it, your going to like it. Or maybe not, I really don't care. If you don't like it, I can just hand you off to the next Death Eater. They will be more forceful then I am."

Anthony had an idea as he was looking at the rosy pink pussy of the Mudblood, the pussy that was soaked in blood and his seed. He grabbed his wand, and pointed it at her. "Avada... just kidding." And he muttered another spell. A clear kind of light had shot to her, attempting to go up her pussy and then spread to her body. This spell was going to cause a small amount of pleasure, that was going to eventually build to a stopping point. But the problem was, that since Roslyn was chained up, she couldn't finish herself off. For about eight hours, she was going to have to endure waves of pleasure, with no climax. Small amounts of pleasure. The feeling of her breasts being tugged on and licked. And the feeling of the outer lips of her pussy being rubbed, and her clit being rubbed. That all came with the spell. But no climax. Anthony smirked as he laid back, trying to fall asleep.
 
For eight long hours Roslyn endured that torture. The entire night while he slept she was brought multiple times to near orgasm. Each time the pleasure would stop and she was forced to deal with the ever increasing burn and need between her legs. Her juices flowed down her leg from it and she squirmed on her chains more as the hours passed. How he was able to get any sleep with her crying, moaning, and whining was amazing. By the time dawn had rolled around she was a mess and she had made a mess with her body was it was being pleasured and teased.

“Please,” she begged in a whisper as the spell worked her body. “Please, just let me cum. I don’t want to, but anything would be better than this. Let me cum…”

Deep bags had lined her eyes and she watched the bed for any sign of movement. That stupid Death Eater was the only one who could make this go away. He was the only one to make the pleasure stop. Her wrists and ankles had been rubbed raw from how much she twisted and bent trying to free herself from the agonizing ecstasy. There was not a part of her that did not hurt or feel strained or felt like it was going to pop.
 
Anthony slept wonderfully from the extreme amounts of labor that he put in, in breaking the Mudblood's virginity and pussy. He was a heavy sleeper, so it was easy for him to sleep while the girl against the wall was moaning and squirming around. He woke up feeling refreshed, and his attention was immediately thrown towards the woman that begged for a climax. He knew what the spell was going to be doing to the girl, and he noticed the many marks on her body from trying to make herself climax. He smirked as he walked over to the woman, and bent over to give her a kiss on the lips. He bit her bottom lip when he broke the kiss, pressing down hard when he did so. He then pulled her a few feet up, and moved underneath her, three fingers awaiting to plunge into her moist pussy. "You have to do something for me, if I let you cum." He replied, unzipping his bottoms and letting his cock out. He then made the chains on her wrists disappear, so that her body would fall forward, her chest at least. He then made sure that her lips would be touching his erect piece of man flesh. "Use your lips. I know that you are a virgin, and that you will probably be horrible at it, but suck on it." He replied, pushing her head down so that his cock would move into her mouth. "The moment that I cum, so will you." His fingers tapped against her clit, teasing her with her deprivation of sex as he then chained her hands back around him. "Move your mouth, up and down. Now."
 
Roslyn hated him as he approached her. He looked so damned well rested and so smug that all she wanted to do was rip his face off. Tired eyes glared at him and she fought the urge to bite his lips when he kissed her. He bit hers though, and hard. A squeal of pain came from her and her body leaked more of her pussy fluid. Already her body was matching up pleasure and pain. Three of his fingers then plunged into her sore body and she winced. She was still plenty tight, so it was a close fit, but they slid in easily because of her juices.

“I don’t want to do anything fo-“ she spat but she was cut off before she could finish her sentence. He had made the chains binding her arms go away and she fell forward. His hand came up and guided her to the tip of his cock. Instantly her mouth was wrapped around it and she shoot him the dirtiest of looks she could muster. Yet, she knew that he was her only answer to relief. She spasmed when his fingers rubbed at her swollen clit.

Slowly her mouth began to suckle on the knob. It still tasted of her and she whimpered pathetically. Her lips stretched as she moved her head downward to take more of him in but could hardly get half to fit into her mouth without causing pain. Teeth scraped against the shaft on accident and her breathing was labored.
 
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