Twilight Fan Fiction / Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Far Be It From Me, That I Might Fall For You ❯ Draco's Personal Hell ( Chapter 8 )

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Chapter 8: Draco's Personal Hell

Chapter Warnings:
-Ongoing Mild Scat/Forced Scat Play
-Forced Use of A Person as A Human Toilet
-Ongoing Dehumanization, Ongoing Depersonalization
-Ongoing Abuse of A Minor, Ongoing Physical Abuse
-Ongoing Emotional/Psychological Abuse
-Ongoing Verbal Abuse, Ongoing Sexual Abuse
-Ongoing Sexual Assault, Ongoing Mind Games
-Ongoing Breeding of a Person By Force
-Ongoing Breeding with Someone as a Method of Revenge
-Ongoing Forced Pregnancy
-Ongoing Mental Health Deteriorization
-Ongoing Forced Dominance and Submission
-Ongoing Bad Dominance and Submission Etiquette
-Stockholm Syndrome, Modified Invitro Fertilization
-Forced Separation of a Child and a Birth Parent
-Self Imposed Obliviation of Ones Memories
-Emerging Reliance on Unforgivable Curses:
[for the Sake of Torture and Revenge]

On August twenty first, Harry returns from his Honeymoon with Ginny. House elves have been bringing her things over from her old home; since the newlywed couple left for their Honeymoon on the evening of August first. If Draco can take solace in anything, it is in the fact that Harry has instructed his staff to prepare a separate room for her; rather than having plans to share one with her.

The solace is short lived of course. Ginny wastes no time exerting the power she's gained as the new Lady Potter. Two of the servants; are fired by noon for not meeting her standards, and considering how high maintenance she's apparently opted to be, as a result of her newly elevated status; more are likely to follow.

After lunch, Harry calls Draco into his study, and officially informs him that he's to follow Ginny's orders; just as he would Harry's, unless the orders conflict; in which case he should follow Harry's first, and Ginny's after the fact if possible. Harry also cuts Draco's hair to shoulder length; apparently because Ginny doesn't think a slave deserves to have, such beautiful long nicely styled hair.

Draco hopes it doesn't show on his face; that the loss of his long hair hurts him. He'll cry over it when he's alone though; he's been growing his hair out since he was seven years old after all, determined to have hair that matches the beauty of the hair of both of his parents. In his time as Harry's slave; seeing his long hair in the mirror, has been a source of comfort to him; invoking a sense of still being connected to his parents. Draco hates Ginny for having Harry take that away from him.

He buries himself in his chores after being dismissed from Harry's study, but he gets his first taste of being used by Ginny not long after. She approaches him while he's cleaning up the excrement of the various animals on the Potter Estate, and seizes the bucket he's collected it into from him.

She has him follow her to the back of a shed; where she puts the bucket down against the shed, and conjures a toilet seat, which she makes float in mid air. He's ordered to sit under it; then she sheds her skirt and panties, puts on some conjured latex gloves, and plants her ass on the floating toilet seat. Seconds later, she's urinating on his head without remorse.

"Look at my ass Malfoy; I want to shit on your face, slave!" She exclaims, reaching down with a hand to give him a decidedly hard slap.

He steels himself before he obeys; but he isn't prepared for the flood of diarrhea she rains onto his person. He's glad he had the foresight to close his eyes when he obeyed her order; because her feces end up smattering over his entire face, into his hair, onto his shoulders; down the valley between his breasts, soiling his rope lingerie, and coats his front privates; getting on his cock and between the folds of his vagina. By the time she's done shitting; he can even feel it on his balls, his thighs, his knees.

"I want you to rub my shit all over yourself, pet; be thorough about it." She damn near growls at him; and conjures a mirror in front of them for her to watch him do it.

Apparently he's too slow to obey; because seconds later his body seizes up, and his hands are moving of their own accord; to do as she'd ordered. Under the Imperius Curse, he gives her a show that has her laughing up a storm; thoroughly rubbing her feces into as much of his flesh as he can reach with gusto; as though he were luxuriating, with the finest bar of soap or body wash ever made. Before releasing him from the curse; she has him position his mouth in just the right way; for it to be flooded by a lengthy stream of more of her urine.

Eventually she orders him to lay upside down, after which she personally rubs the entirety of the excrements, of the animals on the property, that he'd collected thus far into the bucket she'd taken from him; thoroughly into the back side of his body. Although his body has long gotten used to, having things intrude upon his various orifices; he still can't help crying out and whimpering in pain, when she uses her latex clad fingers; to harshly finger his arse open and full of animal feces.

"Your dearly departed mum and dad; they tortured my brothers Fred and George to death, you know." She later announces to him, while crushing his face into the dirt with her foot on the back of his head. "Their arms and legs, were severed from the rest of their bodies. They were forced to choke down, what had once been their own teeth; after said teeth were grinded into powder in their own mouths by a curse. We couldn't identify what the actual cause of death was, with what remained of them; when we recovered their remains."

"I'm going to enjoy doing as I please with you; Maybe their souls will be able to rest peacefully, watching me make sure they're well and truly avenged." With that, she walks away from him, but there is no time for relief; as she turns back around, and has him coiling in on himself in unbelievable pain from the Cruciatus Curse before he could even properly sit up; He passes out from the pain, as the first stars appear in the sky above him; unknowing of when she actually ceases, using the torture curse on him.

By the time November rolls into December, Draco's used to being sexually tag teamed by Harry and Ginny. Often times Ginny will put on a strap-on with two phalluses, and fuck his pussy and arse while Harry fucks his mouth and throat. On some days she'll take the strap-on off after, and make him perform cunnilingus on her while Harry fucks his arse.

She likes to keep a cock ring on him throughout the sessions, and bring him off with a joint effort from her hands and Harry's at the end. She dislikes it when Harry fucks his pussy. Claims that as his wife she's the only one with a pussy Harry should ever fuck. Likely inspired by Ginny's fondness of torturing him with scat play, the couple gets into the habit; of forcing overgrown fruit into Draco's pussy and arse, and watching him struggle to force it back out.

On December twenty first, Ginny decides she wants to go forward with motherhood. The next day, Draco is impregnated with the first of Harry and Ginny's children, and he hates how things change for the better because of it; because he knows they'll go back to treating him like the scum of the earth, from the moment he's given birth.

They make sure he has anti-nausea potions to help out with his morning sickness. They ensure he gets balanced nutritious meals, and allow him to eat them like a person not a muggle dog. They barely have him do chores; instead letting him read his choice of fiction books from the library and draw, and lounge about the estate grounds; just enjoying the sun and the plants and flowers in the gardens. The worst is how they change in regards to sex with him.

From the fourth to the eighth month of the pregnancy, Draco is unbearably horny for the majority of each day, and rather than treat him like trash; Harry and Ginny go out of their way to make him feel loved. They take turns making him orgasm; over and over again for hours, with well lubricated gentle fingers; over stimulating every pleasure point in his pussy and arse; until Draco is crying from how much pleasure he's feeling.

They alleviate the tenderness in his breasts; by cuddling into either side of his body, and gently nursing from them until Draco feels better. They get him used to falling asleep and waking up; wrapped up in a joint embrace from their bodies. For all that Ginny had hated his long hair enough to make Harry cut it; she gets Draco used to the feeling of her hand gently running through his now short hair.

They get him used to the feeling of them comfortingly rubbing his progressively growing belly; when the baby starts to move about inside him, kicking him with its tiny feet and punching him with its tiny fists, like it is playing a game with him; not realizing that it is actually causing him a mixture of discomfort, and actual hurt; as it grows bigger and stronger. They get him used to them trying to communicate with the life inside of him; with outright caresses to his belly, while Harry babbles baby talk at the fetus, and Ginny hums lullabies to it.

Draco goes into labor on October twenty first, at seven fifty five in the evening. He gives birth to James Sirius Potter, at eleven thirty that night. He's conscious enough to meet the boy the next morning; when Ginny brings him to Draco for breast feeding. James Sirius, has a full head of Harry's rebellious raven hair, and Ginny's blue eyes.

Draco instantly connects with the boy though; how could he not, when the little one is practically drenched in Draco's magical signature. Ginny stays in the room while Draco breast feeds the boy; moves to take him away to be burped by a house elf, or to burp him herself; the moment Draco is done, but Draco finds the courage, to make a show of defiance for the first time in a long while.

"I want to be part of his life." He says, while he shifts the infant to proceed with burping him; before she can even give him the okay.

"You can't. You're nothing but a slave, and a breeding farm wench." She reminds him, glares as she makes him hand James Sirius over by way of the Imperius Curse.

"He's not your son. No child you'll ever give birth to; will ever be yours. Remember that." She tells him meanly from the doorway, on her way out of his room. "From now on, I'll endeavor to have him fed your milk; from a bottle instead. I only wanted him to be fed yours, because Harry said he made sure the breast milk you produced; would be more potent than our other available options would be. You will stay away from our son, and from any other child we might commission from you in the future. That's an order."

A heartbroken Draco cries himself to sleep thereafter, and doesn't wake up; until a house elf brings him dinner, and news that he's expected to go back to leading his days; the same way he did before he was impregnated with James Sirius Potter, tomorrow morning.

The order comes directly from Harry; along with a reinforcement of Ginny's order regarding James Sirius Potter, and any other child Draco might be made to have. He feels worse than he's ever felt in his life; both before and after becoming Harry's slave.

Draco does the only thing he can think of; he starts practicing casting Obliviate wandlessly and nonverbally. On New Year's Eve; he successfully does away with his memories, of everyone and everything; since the day Harry called him into his study, and informed him he would be given over; to the tender mercies of Bill and Fleur. It is as far as his magical strength holds; before he passes out from overexertion.

Chapter End