Twilight Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Far Be It From Me, That I Might Fall For You ❯ Descending Further ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapter 7: Descending Further

Chapter Warnings:
-Mild Scat/Scat Play
-Forcefully Breeding Someone/With Someone
-Breeding With Someone as a Method of Revenge
-Mentioned Beating of A Victim With A Belt & Whip
-Mentioned Mild Torture With Spells
-Ongoing Body Modifications of A Victim (See Note Below)
-Note for Previous Warning:
[Applies to both During & Outside of a Torture Session]
-Modified Pregnancy Durations
-Ongoing Dehumanization
-Ongoing Depersonalization
-Visual/Verbal Humiliation
-Intangible to Tangible [Visual/Verbal & Physical/Psychological] Humiliation & Abuse (Through Permanently Engraved Words and Phrases onto A Victim's Flesh)
-Ongoing Sexual Abuse
-Ongoing Sexual Assault
-Ongoing Abuse of A Minor
-Ongoing Emotional/Psychological Abuse
-Ongoing Verbal Abuse, Ongoing Physical Abuse
-Ongoing Victim Shaming, Ongoing Victim Blaming
-Mild Drug Abuse, Mind Games
-Ongoing Forced Dominance and Submission
-Ongoing Bad Dominance and Submission Etiquette
-Ongoing Mental Health Deteriorization
-Stockholm Syndrome
-Multiple (Forced) Pregnancies
-Modified Invitro Fertilization

After they return to the Potter Estate, sixty five days pass where Draco spends his mornings and afternoons, doing run of the mill chores around the estate, in nothing but his rope lingerie; eating meals run through the blender from a muggle pet bowl with his name carved into a metal plate on the front (he learns to be thankful that he's allowed to drink from appropriate human containers; rather than made to lap from or sip it from, yet another muggle pet bowl).

His evenings, he follows Harry's instructions pertaining to sex toys. The man is never present, but Draco knows he's watching somehow, and the goal is obvious within the first week. His owner wants him to get familiar and comfortable with, being sexually stimulated by the various toys, and for his body to become used to, regularly scheduled penetration; in all his orifices.

By the twenty fifth day, Draco's sure his previous deduction, that he could never handle the man's cock with just his mouth; is a thing of the past. The training he's been put through as it were, has made him capable of comfortably handling phalluses; that are considerably longer and thicker than the Master's.

By day fifty, it's more foreign a feeling to Draco; to not have his mouth, pussy, ass, a combination of the three, or all three; stuffed with a phallus of some sort, than it is to have said orifices, free, of such intrusion. If asked, Draco wouldn't say he likes things this way, but he's certainly reached the point; where he's adjusted to this being his status quo in life; It is normal to him now, and he's not sure he could ever go back, to it being abnormal to him.

On day sixty, Harry uses him sexually for the first time; since their return from Draco's childhood home. He calls Draco into his study before Draco can return to his room for the evening after they've both had dinner, and has Draco suck him off for twenty minutes; before fucking him in the pussy and ass, until he's come so many times in said orifices, that they overflow; the Master's come mixed nicely with the proof of Draco's own multiple orgasms that session, into a thick wide-spread puddle; on the floor of the study. Draco hates himself for lapping up the puddle of their sex fluids, with something resembling enthusiasm.

The note regarding sex toys, when he finally returns to his room for the night that day; sees him instructed to go to sleep with a vibrator egg; in both his pussy and his ass, and vibrating nipple clamps attached, to the nubs of his ever lactating breasts. If not for the spells Harry has set in place on Draco's person, and on the bed; Draco would've undoubtedly awakened, in a venerable vat of his own sex fluids and breast milk.

On day sixty five, Harry calls Draco into his study after dinner once more, but he is not alone. Two individuals are there with him, seated in the two chairs on the visitors side of Harry's mahogany desk, both of them some years older than Harry himself. A stunning, bright blond, unnaturally beautiful woman, doubtlessly a Veela; and a man with the distinct shade of red hair, and too freckled skin of the Weasleys; to not be one himself. The man's face is horribly disfigured by a series of scars. Draco quickly averts his gaze from both of them to Harry.

"Do you know who these people are, or should I introduce you, my pet?" The Master inquires. Draco shakes his head no, and thus Harry continues. "Years ago, this fine man and woman, were some of my greatest allies; in putting an end to your dear mum and dad's precious lord. In their efforts, a certain happening ensued; where both of them suffered greatly, at the hands of your parents. As your parents cannot atone for their sins, I figured it was high time someone atoned for them; regarding this particular offense."

"I do not intend to share you often, but to see your line punished for what Bill and Fleur suffered, I will. Tonight you will do as they tell you to, and let them do with you as they so choose. I'll see you in the morning." With that, Harry leaves.

Draco turns his attention to his temporary masters; and says with serenity in his voice, "If it is not too much to ask, I'd like to know what it was, that my parents did to you exactly."

"Your mother and father, took turns torturing both of us; with the Cruciatus Curse, for two days. Before we were rescued; on the third day of them holding us captive, in one of the Death Eater hideouts; your mother used a curse on me, that made it so that I could never be impregnated by Bill. To this day, we've not been able to find or create a counter curse. Our only child is adopted, and while we love her just the same as we would a biological one, we will never cease to wonder; what our lives would be like, if I were not afflicted by such a curse." Fleur answers him first.

"I apologize to you beforehand; for what torture we will put you through, as I logically understand; that you are merely still naught but a boy, a child really; one who truly has no business being held accountable; for the sins of his parents, but in my heart, Draco Malfoy...In my heart, and down to my every nerve ending, and every bone in my body, within the depths of my very soul; I can't help but to want revenge of some kind. Both the Human and the Veela in me; are boiling with rage, and they want justice; even if that justice, may in fact be morally unjust." Her words both do and do not surprise him, and he finds he cannot fault her.

"I understand." Draco says, and turns his attention to Bill. "Were my parents, the ones responsible; for the disfiguring of your face?" He asks frankly.

"Fenrir Greyback was responsible for that. Your parents were simply guilty of letting him have at me." Bill replied stoically, explaining casually. "While I'm certainly upset at them for that, and for the torture under the Cruciatus Curse, and sure as hell won't mind defiling you once, as a form of revenge against them; I'm actually mostly here to make sure that Fleur doesn't get carried away. Between the both of us, she's the one who has reached the breaking point; she can't restrain herself from exacting what she feels to be fitting justice, for what your parents did to us anymore."

"Understood. For the record, I am sorry for what you were both put through." Draco says, not entertaining any delusions that the apology he's ushered; will spare him from coming out of his time with Bill and Fleur unscathed.

Surprisingly, it starts out non-sexual. Bill and Fleur take turns hitting him, with mostly harmless offensive spells. There is pain of course, but it is minor; quite tolerable in fact. They eventually escalate, to temporary transfigurations of his being. He's turned into a mouse, a turtle, a pig, a duck, a monkey, a horse, a cow, a ferret, and more.

While being turned into a series of animals; one after the other, with barely a minute long interval, for his tormentors to have a laugh at their handiwork, is certainly humiliating; it is the pain that his mind body and soul endure, from the rapid fire human to animal transfigurations; that really feels like torture to him.

As grown adults who've no doubt finished their magical education, Draco knows that Bill and Fleur; are definitely aware of how painful human to animal transfiguration can be, and that making him suffer through such pain; is precisely their aim in choosing this as a torture method. Draco wagers that Bill is right about Fleur being the one who Draco has to watch out for of the couple; given that she seems to relish in Draco's every display of agony.

The first time they actually make him bleed during the torture; is after giving him a handful of minutes of relief, after finally transfiguring him back into a human for good. Bill and Fleur lay into him; without remorse, rhyme, or rhythm; with a belt and a whip respectively. They apply enough force; that he ends up with more torn open flesh, than simple welts or light lacerations; when they finally stop lashing at him. They definitely got carried away.

He's in too much pain, to know which of them casts a short series of healing charms on him after, and he barely has time to register any relief; before Bill penetrates his ass with his cock, and Fleur damn near pounces on him elsewhere. She thrusts a dildo with more width and length; than any of the ones he's endured thus far courtesy of Harry, as deep into his pussy as it will go, and puts a cock ring on his member; before impaling herself on it.

She rides him in time to Bill's fucking of his ass; all the while managing to wreck his pussy with the dildo; with a determined, anger filled, hand's, motions. Draco's pussy and ass, overflow with come and omega slick for the first time during the session; with a sureness that Fleur manually fucking his pussy with the dildo, instead of charming it to do so with her magic; actually hurts way worse than if she'd done the later.

The common ancestry between the Malfoys and Weasleys, only lightly rings a reminder in his brain; that he's being fucked by a man, who could easily have been his brother; when the first load of Bill's semen starts to exit his ass. There isn't even a full minute to contemplate the fact; before Bill has cast some kind of spell on himself, and is fucking that first load of semen right back into him; entirely ready for round two.

The first time Fleur orgasms from fucking herself on his cock, she carves the word 'Worthless' into Draco's left breast in fancy script, with what can only be dark magic. The second time, she carves 'Insect' into his right one in the same fancy script. He doesn't know it at the time, but learns from Harry the next day, that the words are permanent.

During the third round of the session, she carves the words 'Property of Harry Potter' into the center of his stomach; while making him eat out her ass until she deems it clean, of the remnants of shit from when she relieved herself; inside of a conjured muggle pet bowl, between the second and third rounds of the session. It doesn't take a genius; to know what she has planned, for the waste in the pet bowl in question.

During the fourth round, Draco eats Fleur's anal waste from the bowl; while Bill switches to fucking his pussy, and Fleur makes to wreck his ass; as thoroughly as she did his pussy, with that accursed dildo. For all that Bill had said he was really there to ensure Fleur didn't get too carried away; he still indulges his wife, when she tells him to urinate inside Draco's pussy; before he pulls out after filling it with his semen, three times in a chain of consecutive orgasms.

The fifth round, consists of Draco's mouth and throat being fucked into oblivion by Bill's cock; while Fleur spanks his behind, and carves even more words into his flesh. He sees those for the first time, while examining himself in the mirror in his en suite the next day.

The phrase reads thus; 'Draco Lucius Malfoy, False Omega Hermaphrodite' located at the center of his back. Carved without apparent care for location however, all over the rest of his back; are a series of standalone words; 'Cunt' 'Whore' 'Vessel' 'Slave' 'Pet' 'Excrement' and 'Filthy', all in that same fancy script.

The last of the revenge that they take through him, is using magic to plant one of Fleur's eggs inside of him. It's been fertilized by Bill's sperm, and is their work-around for the curse that Draco's mother; had deemed as fit torture for them. Fleur can't be impregnated by Bill, but their respective eggs and sperm are still compatible. With the help of the muggle Invitro Fertilization technique; all that they have need of is a willing surrogate to carry the baby to term, or in this case; an unwilling one without an actual choice in the matter.

On the seventy fifth day back at the Potter Estate, Draco has morning sickness for the first time. He almost forgets that this day is none other than his sixteenth birthday. Harry reminds him. Draco doesn't care to know how the man knows, only wishes that he still had it in him to behave insubordinately; because he really wants to wring the man's neck, when he presents Draco with a list of people; that he intends to allow to impregnate Draco, as a mockery of a sixteenth birthday gift.

Apparently, Bill and Fleur, are not the only couple; that his mother had sought to make incapable, of biologically reproducing together. There are sixteen other couples, on the list Harry's given him.

Draco spends the rest of his sixteenth birthday, having a mental breakdown over the fact; that at just sixteen years of age, he's going to be made to carry at least an equal number of babies to that; to term, and give birth to them. As it turns out, he's not expected to have an ordinary pregnancy for any of these. No. That, Harry says, would be far too kind; for a wench off a breeding farm. Each pregnancy lasts a mere thirteen days, sped along greatly by way of potions and spells.

Draco is thankful for small mercies; the pain killer potion they give him on the day of each birth, is incredibly strong stuff. It makes him so far gone, that he's not really there to react; when each baby is taken away by the respective couple, that has used him as a vehicle to get an heir to their lines. Combined with the short run of each pregnancy; not being mentally present enough, to even catch a glimpse of the babies; makes it easy to remain unattached to the lives; that for at least a short while, grew within him.

On Draco's eighteenth birthday; Harry presents him with a note, and shows off a wedding invitation to him. An invitation for Harry's own wedding. Harry will marry his childhood sweetheart, Ginevra Weasley, and since Ginny doesn't want to ruin her figure; they're going to use Draco as a baby carrier. The wedding is set for August first, a day after Harry's thirty fifth birthday.

This particular pregnancy, Draco will be experiencing for nine months; as nature intended, plus an extra one, as per tradition in the Wizarding World; to allow the baby to leech extra magic, and in a way ferment more power, from the parent that is carrying. The little part of Draco, that had still hoped for some twist on happily ever after with Harry, dies on the day of the wedding.

Chapter End