Beyond the Darkness

Date: March 3, 2005
Characters: Dennis, Millicent
Location: The three broomsticks
Private/Public: private
Rating: most likely adult
Warnings: None yet
Summary: Dennis wanted to play with Marietta, but finds Millicent will be just as intriguing.
Completion: complete

Dennis was hungry.

The dark magic sung to him and he wanted it sated. Standing around in the bar of the Three Brooms wasn't going to help him, and he needed to get away.

Seeing his brother flirting with some bloke, he decided to take his leave. He gestured across the room to Colin, indicating he had a bit of a headache. He saw the worried look on Colin's face, and the nod of understanding he gave. Dennis smirked inwardly.

Stepping outside, he breathed deeply of the air. He sensed a taint of dark magic, and was pleasantly surprised. Heading down an alley, he quickly summoned his 'real' wand, and waiting for it to appear. As he wandered further down the street, he heard the furtive shouts of someone as they seemed to be desperate to race around. He was stopped by one fellow, who asked him why he was wandering around town alone.

Dennis realised that something had happened, and feigned concern as the wizard told him about the attack by the Lestranges on the Hogwarts Express, and how they were shutting down the Apparition points around town to stop any Death Eaters getting in.

He smirked inwardly again, wondering just how stupid some wizards could be. Yes, they will stop other Death Eaters from getting in, but what about an escape route if they had trapped any Death Eaters there already?

He told the wizard he was on his way home, and told him he would stay there, safe and sound.

He had no intention of the sort, but wondered just what he could do to appease his appetite, yet not get caught. A bit hard to do on short notice.

He found himself drawn back to the alley next to the Three Broomsticks as he lit up a cigarette. He sensed someone nearby, and heard a husky voice ask if he could light up for her.

Squinting through the dark, he saw the silhouette of a woman, and smirked.

It was too much.

Too much people, too many costumers. She'd just had three in a row, without a break because Jane the bloody bitch was sending them up to fast. She wondered if Rosmerta knew that, but she wasn't one to complain. She had told Jane a few choice words as she stormed out though, not taking the time to cover up because she didn't want to be stopped by the next pervert who wanted her to beat him silly.

Seriously, why did Jane always insist on sending her the perves who wanted to lick her boots? She was getting sick of using the whip, and couldn't help but to think back of yesterday and Kevin and the way he'd tied her up and flogged her. The mere thought made her wet, even as she was freezing her arse off in the thin robe she always wore to cover up between clients.

It wasn't until then that she realised that while she had remembered her fags, she'd forgotten to bring anything with her outside ot light it with. She swore, not ready to go back inside as she saw the figure of a man in the alley, then the flame of a match.

'Care to help a girl out with a light,' she asked, her deep voice a bit shaky from the cold, making it sound far more seductive than she had intended. The man reacted, however, and smiled as he got closer. He had a nice smile, and something...determined in his eyes. She approved.

Dennis saw her more closely in the half light as she came closer. She was dressed in little more than a flimsy piece of nothing, and Dennis felt hard almost instantly. Her voice purred and he approved of it.

He took the cigarette from her fingers, and lit it from the end of his own fag. He handed it back and noticed she as shivering. He cast a very quick warming charm to stop her from freezing to death.

"You could catch your death in tha'," he said as his eyes looked her up and down, grinning the whole time. He suspected she worked at the Three Broomsticks, but said nothing. "You, er, work upstairs then, I assume," he said, trying to feign innocence yet sounding utterly interested in her at the same time.

"You must have been pretty preoccupied to come down here without a decent robe -- and all alone. I hear that Death Eaters attacked the Hogwarts Express," he said, his voice full of false concern.

'Thanks,' Millicent said softly, inhaling deeply from the cigarette. She nodded at his question, noticing his interested look. She smiled at him and nodded. 'Yes, I do,' she answered softly, her voice not shaking as much now when he cast a warming spell on them, but it was still low and seductive. More on purpose now when she saw the way he was looking at her.

There was something in his eyes, they were innocent and sweet, yet there was something. She shivered, but this time it was not from the cold.

'I was in bit of a hurry,' she admitted with a soft laugh. 'Needed a break, and I couldn't get it upstairs,' she said with a shrug.

Her eyes widened when the news of the attack sank in. It was smart, strategic, every Auror worth the name would have been at the game - it was exactly Bellatrix's and Rodolphus's style. She swallowed, never completely at ease. She knew she owed her life to their whim of letting her and Ella live, and that they could call her back at any moment. She owed them, and she hated it.

She looked at the man, still curious, still sure he wouldn't ask her to whip him anytime soon. 'What a good thing you came by then,' she said softly. 'Although perhaps it's best if we both went inside?' She licked her lips, hoping he wouldn't say no.

Dennis watched as she went from shivering to warm, and just how she tried to ply him for his custom. She was extremely good, even now when she wasn't working.

But the thing that turned him on more than anything was her reaction to the news about Death Eaters. Or rather, her lack of a reaction. People became blase about war after so many years, but when most people heard about an attack, they showed concern or panic.

Dennis' eyes narrowed, as he suspected that she might have ties with the Death Eaters. At the least she could be a sympathiser. That certainly changed his plans for the evening, but he had no intention of ending it prematurely either.

"Indeed, inside would be much more preferable," he said quietly, licking his lips as he reached out and brushed a stray piece of ash that fell on her breast. His fingers brushed her nipple and he raised an eyebrow as she licked her lips. She seemed so responsive. Very nice.

He let out a sigh of longing. "What a pity you wanted a break from upstairs, though, pet," he said in a sad voice. "I suddenly find myself... somewhat in the mood for a good woman."

Oh, Dennis' cock was already hard but listening to her voice purring made him want to see how pretty she played. She responded so well to just one simple touch, Dennis knew he could not say no. Even if she did, he probably wouldn't listen and would have taken her anyway.

"Oh, aye, pet. I'm very interested," he said with a playful smirk. "That's if you have a hankering to be... tied up for a bit," he added softly, his own husky tone escaping his lips. "I guess even if you don't, I am feeling the desire to do that anyway," he added, seeing how she would respond to such a request.

"I'm Dennis," he said as he gently caressed her shoulder and guided her back up through the back stairs of the Three Broomsticks. "You got a name, pet?"

She all but whimpered when he told her he wanted to tie her up, even though she was still a bit sore from last night, her body had been aching for this all night.

When he added that he wouldn't care if she said no or yes, her arousal was nearly painful. 'I can't say I'd mind,' she added with a smirk, letting him lead her and take control.

'I'm Millicent,' she answered, the hand on her shoulder telling her the game was on and she was to obey. She didn't mind in the slightest, and as they past Jane, all ready to yell at her for not working, she couldn't help but to give the bitch a challenging glare. Jane hadn't had someone half as attractive tonight.

Dennis didn't hide his gleeful smirk as she acquiesced to his suggestions. It was most pleasing. She seemed to fall easily into a submissive role, and Dennis knew he was going to get much satisfaction from this encounter.

"Well hello there, Millicent," he said in a suggestive voice.

As they came in through the back of the bar, he flipped a couple of Galleons in Rosmerta's direction and gave her a wink. He slipped up the stairs with Millicent, being careful not to let Romilda or Colin see him.

He did notice the blonde tart passing them on the stairs and gave her an appreciative look, even if Millicent glared at her.

She led him to her room and he watched her submissive demeanour. "Why don'tcha show me what pretty you're wearin' under that little gown, eh?" he said, all the while his hand fondling the hilt of his wand as he imagined what spells he could work without arousing too much suspicion.

"Where'dyou keep the toys, then, pet?" he asked, curious as to what she had available as he didn't take his eyes from her as she peeled off the robe.

Her breaths were already coming in shallow pants by the time they reached the room, and she eagerly, almost too eagerly, shed her robe to show him what she was wearing underneath

'Good enough?' she asked in a suggestive tone, the robe hanging loosely from her arms before she let it fall to the floor.

She licked her lips as he asked her about her toys, nodding to the large trunk at the bottom of her bed. 'Help yourself,' she said softly, shifting lightly in a need to releave the tension that was building between her legs. She ached to touch him, to please him, but she patiently waited for his command.

Dennis hummed appreciatively as she slowly let her robe fall to the floor. Voluptuous was the word that came to Dennis' mind as he looked at her curves underneath that barely there bit of black lace.

He was hungry for release - both magical and now sexual. The dark magic was whining as it wanted him to play with it, not with this woman, and he toyed with appeasing them both. After all, he was only a slave to the magic. But this Millicent was a sympathiser, so he would only toy with her, he said to the magic in way of explanation, and it seemed a little put out, but it agreed.

He wandered over to the box of toys, lifting the lid and raising an impressed eyebrow at the distinct array. Whips and floggers and dildos and so many other little items of interest played at the corner of Dennis' thoughts. But something did pique his interest and he plucked it from the chest before heading over to the bed.

"C'mere, pet, I promise I won't bite. Well, not yet anyway," he added with his own coquettish little smile. He watched as she walked over to him, her stance showing she was already aroused by his words, and he could not help his smirk.

With a silent flick of his wand he had her arms bound high to the two end bedposts, spreadeagled at the end of the bed. The wandless binding spell kept her that way.

At that angle, her arse was pushed up towards him as her breasts heaved over the bed. He ran his hands appreciatively down her back as he caressed her curves, another silent spell transfiguring the lace into a tight black corset that ended just below her breasts and allowed her arse to stay bare. A tiny flick of his wand, and the corset tightened and he heard her delighted gasp.

"Mmmmm, much better," he almost purred. "Now I think you can stay like that whilst I have a play, hmmm?" he said as he doffed his robes and clothes. Crawling up on the bed naked, he was impressed by her compliance.

He held the nipple clamps behind his back, not showing her what he had, but with a sparkle in his eye, he teased her. "Now beg."

The commands spilled easily from his lips, and Millicent could feel the urge to obey him. This was simple, understandable...recognisable. This was letting go and letting him take control. The feeling aroused her immensely.

A gasp escaped her lips as she felt her arms being pulled up, the new position demanding, but not too uncomfortable. His touch only served to entice her further and the restriction of breath that came with him transfiguring her lingerie into a tight corset made her gasp once more, the tingling between her legs intensifying as anticipation rose.

The purr of his voice sent shivers down her spine, and she obediently nodded at his question. Not that she thought he would listen if she told him no anyway, then again, the thought that she was completely at his mercy only made her groan.

Her breathing was already ragged by the time he crawled onto the bed, naked and hard, and she licked her lips, longing to close them around his cock, to please him.

'Please,' she begged, hardly knowing what she was begging for before the words left her mouth. 'Behind your back, use it on me, use me, make me please you.' Her voice was barely a whisper, arousal dripping from every syllable - as well as from her cunt.

Dennis stared at her voluptuous curves as a hand reached out to caress one of her breasts. Oh she could beg so beautifully, and he could feel her words going straight to his cock. He could fuck her now, and be done with it in five minutes, and be ready for more, but he knew that there were better things than immediate gratification.

"Since you asked so nicely..." he said with a smirk. His hands were full behind his back, the nipple clamps in one hand, and his wand in the other. "You want me to use this?" he asked, showing his wand. The dark magic sung to him, and with a flourish of his wand, the nipple clamps were firmly placed. He heard her gasp as they pinched and with another little flick and a touch to each breast, he set them in motion. He watched the play of emotions on her face as the clamps bit and chewed like little tiny mouths.

She really was very pretty - almost too much, and a dark thought crossed his mind. It would do no good if she really were a hag behind a glamour. Dennis wanted to see the real woman and see her real reactions. "You know, you girls are always a little too pretty. I wonder if you're really you, or if you're hiding behind a glamour?"

He uttered an obscure spell for dissolving glamours, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the beauty before him was untouched, albeit for a very interesting mark on her arm. A dark mark.

"Well, well, well," his tone was highly satisfied as he pointed his wand at her dark mark. "It seems I was right. I guess then that you'll probably know exactly what comes next."

He watched the sudden look of fear in her eyes, and smirked. "Oh don't worry pet, I won't go telling on you. We'll just keep it our little secret.

As he moved in closer, he saw the desire in her face and the way she moved her thighs. His hand moved between her folds, and she was dripping with wetness. His thumb brushed across her clit as his fingers entered her. "My, my, you are a little whore," he said, brushing the thumb back and forth across her clit again and again.

He dragged his wand down her body as he quickly removed his hand. "You know, I heard a rumour that whenever The Dark Lord called his women through their mark, that the feeling could arouse some of them to spontaneously orgasm." He whispered across her ear, an evil smirk on his face. "But others claimed it was as painful as the Cruciatus. Shall we see which of those you prefer?"

With a touch of his wand to her dark mark, Dennis silently worded a variation of the spell and his eyes sparkled as he watched her react.

The sight of his wand made her eyes widen. It had been a very long time since anyone...Rosie didn't allow it.

Then the clamps were on her nipples and she bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud as the pain moved along her spine, right down to her clit.

The rush of air as her glamour lifted was light enough for her not to notice through the player, until she heard Dennis's words and realised what he'd done. Cold, mind numbing fear grabbed her, and for a moment she couldn't breathe. If he told-

And then he said he wouldn't and the relief flooded through her system, even as her mind wondered - for the briefest moments - why he didn't want to tell. When he reached in between her legs, his fingers entering her and his thumb caressing her clit, there was no way she could hold back her groan, or keep from bucking her hips as much as the ties would allow.

She didn't notice the wand, didn't care about, not until he mentioned the summons and cast the charm.

She cried out as the pain ran through her, every inch of her body shaking with the intensity of it. She couldn't think and barely breathe - and yet it was limited, not at all as bad as the Cruciatus - and his fingers where there, stimulating her even in spite of the pain.

By the time he stopped, she almost hung from her bonds, the pain subsiding as quickly as it had started, the only thing left his fingers moving in and out of her cunt.

And through it all, there was only one thought that claimed her mind - I've been on this end of that spell before, but only from one man - and his name wasn't Dennis, and his face wasn't this innocent.

Dennis let his fingers work her as he cast the spell, listening to her cries and watch her bucking so prettily as his fingers fucked her through the pain of the curse.

As he stopped, he saw her hanging limply and watched as the pain subsided. Merlin, she was so good at this, and his cock was throbbing. With a tweak of his wand, he made the spell on the nipple clamps work harder, increasing her pain. Her moan shuddered through her body. "You like that, pet?" he asked, stepping off the bed and walking around behind her, taking in the firm and unmarred globes of her arse. His cock twitched and he patiently waited. She'd feel his cock soon enough.

"But you didn't come," he said, pinching her clit hard in anger. She was supposed to come. Her pain tolerance must have been high. "Shall we try again? And this time, you'll enjoy it."

Touching his wand to the bindings on the corset, he tightened it further, listening to her gasp as she struggled to take a deep breath. He turned and summoned another nipple clamp from the trunk, and without a word brought his hand from behind and toyed with her clit a moment more. She arched back and he harshly pulled the clamp on her clit, listening to her cry.

He entered her from behind, thrusting and filling her in one swift stroke. His wand was at her mark and he cast the spell again, crying out with her as he felt her body shuddering around him as he fucked her hard. He kept the wand touched to her mark, and with a twist, he increased the intensity, hearing the dark magic singing in joy to him as he heard her cries. They were so sweet and he was laughing as he fucked her.

The moan spilled from her lips as the clamps worked harder. He left her no time to catch her breath or to recover - instead he only asked if she liked it, just before he moved behind her.

She nodded her reply. 'Yes,' she hissed hoarsely, her voice no longer enough to be trusted. It wasn't completely true, she didn't really like the spell - but if he was half as much like Troy Bletchley as she suspected, that would be a very bad thing to admit.

She gasped when the corset suddenly restricted her air further, barely able to breathe anymore. Then a sharp pain turned the gasp into a strangled cry as a clamp was added to her clit, the pain arousing her, making her thing less of the spell and more of the clamps working on her.

A mere moment later he was inside her, fucking her hard. The pleasure made her buck her hips and moan, her head leant back.

She was prepared for the pain this time, and the added feeling of his cock inside her helped her cope even as the pain was more intense. Still she cried out, the intensity racking through her body even as he fucked her harder, laughing behind her until the pain, the pleasure of him fucking her, the lack of breath, all became too much. Her body coming even as she wanted to cry, she went limp, nearly passing out from the intensity of it all.

Dennis watched her as she came, crying and desperately seeking breath. He had to supress the urge to push his thumbs into her windpipe and watch the life ebb away from her. This girl was not some muggle on a street corner that didn't matter. This girl had been chosen by the Dark Lord, and bore his mark. No, he could play, and take her to the brink again and again and again, but her life was not for the taking.

He felt the spasms of her orgasm as it shuddered around his cock, and he groaned, feeling his own release close. As she went limp, he flicked his wand to release the binding spell and to loosen the corset enough for her to get air.

She fell face first onto the bed and Dennis' cock slipped out. He wanted to shove right back in and be finished, but the sight of her perfectly unmarked arse made him think of seeing it covered in marks and even blood.

Perhaps another day, as he decided that the thought of fucking that arse would be enough for now. He pushed the head of his cock in slowly, feeling the slow burn of an almost dry entry, and not caring for her whimpers. The dark magic begged him to play again, as it promised to sing ever so sweetly if he did. It was pouting because he wasn't going to kill her, and wanted to be appeased.

He wanted Millicent to remember this night - to never forget the pain that he could cause, and just how sweet she could cry from it. Sophia had screamed so beautifully when he made her remember the torture of her attack, and now Dennis thought to cast the spell on Millicent. He wanted to hear her scream. He was in no doubt that she had been at the hands of brutality - she was a beautiful death eater.

At his next thrust in, he cast a silencing spell on the room, then the spell to make her remember.

Watching for the terror on her face as she relived her worst torture, he fucked her arse hard, feeling every reverberation of her terror as he came, spilling deep inside. His own laughing cry of satisfaction accompanied her cries of terror as it played to the tune of the dark magic as he heard it sing sweetly in praise and thanks.

The feeling of air in her lungs again blocked out almost everything else. She lay still not able to move, then Dennis was back and his cock started to push into her arse. She whimpered, biting her lip to keep from crying out as there was no preparation to mention. He was still moist from the juices in her cunt, though, and a few thrusts had her more relaxed even if it still burned. It was hardly the worst pain she'd been through.

But then it was, and she cried herself hoarse as she writhed in pain from her shoulder, the burning at her shoulder back, the smell of her burning flesh so clear in her memory that it took moment to realise he wasn't actually burning her, that it was only a shadow.

With a cry of fury, she threw herself back on him, knocking him off and down to the floor.

'How the fuck dare you?' she cried. 'I'm not some filthy Mudblood,' she shouted, every piece of anger she felt at Troy Bletchley for burning her in the first place directed at Dennis. They used the same spells, and that was enough to piss her off.

The sweet dark magic sang to him and he was lost in the pleasure as it coursed through his veins after coming deep inside Millicent. But a moment later, he found himself flat on his arse on the floor. Shaken only briefly, his wand was drawn and pointed at her.

The terror spell had ended when he broke contact with her, but he lowered his wand briefly as he listened to her angry words.

He simply laughed as he rose from the floor. "Oh, you are a feisty one, aren't you? The Dark Lord never chose simpering girls, did he, hmmmm?" he said as he stood and watched her. "And no, you're not some filthy Mudblood," Dennis repeated, not bothering to enlighten her on his own blood status. Troy had set out to prove that power could be more addictive than blood, and Dennis was proof of that. No need to shout it out to the world just yet.

He dressed slowly, sated both sexually and magically, watching her as she warily watched him from across the room.

Someone in the Death Eaters had really done a number on her, and she had suffered far too cruelly. There was no compassion for her, but her cries of terror had been so sweet...

He sighed in disappointment, still watching her on the bed. "Mudbloods are for sport. Some people just don't know how to treat their toys properly, do they?" he said, walking towards her. He noticed the firey look in her eyes and casually recast the glamour on her arm. It was an act of trust, but he knew he needed her to keep silent.

Transfiguring the corset back into her lacy little negligee, he also cast a spell on her. She gasped as shivered as he left no trace that he had even fucked her now. "I think you enjoyed yourself a little too much, didn't you pet? Now you won't be going and telling Rosie on me, will you?" he asked in a child-like voice. "And you especially won't be saying a word to Romilda," the smirk on his face was evident. "She wouldn't believe you anyway."

"Besides, you wouldn't really want me to torture you, would you pet?" he said, half in threat and half in promise as he walked out of the room. The smirk on his face was evident, and he knew he would come and visit Millicent again.

Millicent's eyes widened when Dennis mentioned Romilda, all pieces suddenly fitting together. He was the Dennis who had been captured by Death Eaters, who was babysitting Liam...

Taking several deep breaths she forced herself to think it over, running her hand over the mark he'd just glamoured again. She wanted to hex him on the spot, but she kept calm, letting her mind take control of her body. He could hurt her, she'd found that out, and if he was anything like Troy - no she didn't want to think of the possibility. Instead she focused on the situation that was - what would be the best way to protect herself? To protect Ella and Romy and Liam?

Finally she nodded. 'I won't tell anyone,' she said softly, her voice low and seductive. 'But if you harm Liam in any way, I will kill you,' she added. It was not words spoken in anger or affect, but simply a way of stating the truth. She would, without hesitation, tear him limb from limb in the most horrible way she could think of if he hurt Liam, if it would kill herself in the process.

'And never use that curse on me again or I'll show you a few of my own,' she then said. 'Anything less than that I can handle, but no, I don't want you to torture me,' she finished, her voice as seductive as it had been when he first arrived. She would handle him like a client, and those she loved would be safe. Or at least so she hoped, because the alternative was not something she wanted to even consider. Closing her eyes the moment he left the room she wrapped her arms around her, knowing he'd be back for more.

Halfway down the stairs, the smirk was wiped from Dennis' face as a sharp, stabbing pain struck his temple. Doubling over from the pain, he let out a sharp cry.

He sat on the step, taking a moment before his vision cleared. Dennis blinked. Looking around, he wondered where the hell he was. He took the rest of the stairs carefully, realising he was in the Three Broomsticks.

What had he been doing on the stairs? How the hell did he get there? He certainly didn't remember going upstairs. Romilda had said Marietta wasn't there -- why the hell was he there now, and why couldn't he remember?

He hated these blackouts, but the headache was excruciating. He needed to get home. Making it to the bottom of the stairs, he quickly looked around. Romilda was nowhere to be seen, and Colin was chatting up that Auror at the bar.

He didn't think either of them saw him, and he quickly made his way out, and home to sleep it off.