WARNING: This is a slash
story, which means it contains male/male erotic
content involving consenting adults. If you're not
of legal age or are offended by such material,
please go
find something else
to read.
TITLE: Back Into Hell
BY: Ratwoman
EMAIL: Ratwoman@unicum.de
RATING: NC-17, slash, !rape! warning. This is a
very, very, very dark story Mostly inspired by the
Depeche Mode song "The Dead of Night". I always
thought it was a good soundtrack for the Death
Eaters.
PAIRING: Snape/Voldemort, Snape/The Death
Eaters
CATEGORY: Drama/Angst
SUMMARY: Following the events of Gof, Snape returns
to the Death Eaters and suffers a not-so-nice
welcome.
DISCLAIMER:All these people belong to J.K. Rowling.
I just borrowed them. They'll probably be glad when
I bring them back, because I'm a very sick
person.
NOTES: Sequel to "Temptations" and "Devil's
pet"
Dumbledore had wished him
good luck. He would need it, that much was
certain.
Snape had left schoolgrounds
and was about to apparate at Voldemort's. He was
scared, but Snape was not a man who was held back
by fear.
Now, let's see if he would
survive the first ten minutes!
Severus apparated at the
gates of the churchyard. How deep had they sunk to
meet at a cemetery like any Muggle Satanists? Ok,
that was probably just for the spell the Dark Lord
had used to regain his body, nevertheless it made
Severus frown in disgust.
What had it been that had
made him a Death Eater 20 years ago? Just the
spells?
Hiding his unease, Severus
entered the churchyard and walked slowly past the
tombstones over to the group he saw standing in the
middle of it. The moon bathed the scenery in a
ghostly silver night, and as if to make the gothic
atmosphere complete, he saw bats flying
around.
The group of men noticed him
approaching and turned around. One of them, taller
and thinner than any normal human being, stepped
forward.
"You're late, Darkling!"
Voldemort said. The use of the old pet name might
be a good sign. Or it might mean that Voldemort was
being cynical.
Last was the case; the Dark
Lord raised his wand, pointed it at Snape, and
called: "Crucio!"
His world exploded in pain;
it felt as if every fibre of his body was burning
with fire. Snape fell to the ground screaming and
writhing. It seemed to last an eternity until the
pain stopped.
Severus looked up and saw the
Lord approaching, followed by the Death
Eaters.
Quick, think of something to
say...
"I couldn't apparate
earlier!" Severus said. He raised to his knees and
looked submissively up to Voldemort. "I can't
disapparate from Hogwarts ground, and even if I
could, I was in the middle of a crowd, with all the
other teachers beside me."
"Oh, yesss," Voldemort
hissed. "Lucius told me you are teaching at
Hogwarts now. Did you get this job for spying on
me?"
"I..." Severus started, but
was interrupted by the Lord putting the cruciatus
curse on him again.
The pain was as unbearable as
before; if Severus was not already on his knees, he
would have fallen. As it was, he just doubled up
and screamed. "I... didn't... spy... on.. you.." he
finally managed to press out.
The pain subsided. "Why did I
hear another story, Darkling?" Voldemort spat out
the last word like a curse.
Bathed in sweat, Severus
looked up, defiantly: "I did the same as everyone
else here did; made up some story about being
forced to follow you, sold some names... If you
want to punish me for it, punish everyone else as
well!"
Severus knew he was playing a
dangerous game, being so defiant. But he never had
been good at begging.
"He has a point." Voldemort
said, turning to the group of Death Eaters. "The
only faithful ones of my followers are in Azcaban
now." Turning his gaze back on Snape, he added: "I
just thought my favourite would be a bit more
loyal."
"Why, because you put enough
binding spells on me?" The words came out before
Severus could stop them. Damn anger, he should
really, really learn to hold his sharp tongue when
upset.
The Death Eaters cowered
behind the Dark Lord's back, expecting the
devastating consequences of Snape's impertinence.
Voldemort just stared at Severus for a few seconds.
Then he started laughing. It was a shrill,
bloodcurdling laughter, that scared Severus much
more than if the Lord had been shouting at him. It
made his stomach cringe and his hair stand on
end.
"That's what I like about
you," Voldemort finally said, "You're brave, if not
to say suicidal." After a second, the Dark Lord
added: "Crucio!"
The pain came back, reducing
Snape to a screaming, writhing something rolling on
the ground. Through the haze of agony Severus dimly
noticed that Voldemort and the Death Eaters went a
few feet away, conferring the situation. Were they
discussing whether to kill him or how to kill
him?
They did not even need to
watch out that he didn't escape. There was no
chance of running away while he was lying on the
grass, screaming until his voice gave up. Suspended
in pain, Severus did not notice the Death Eaters
coming back and gathering around him, until the
agony suddenly stopped. Still shaken by
aftershocks, tears streaking down his cheeks,
Severus opened his eyes and stared up into
merciless faces.
"Lucius, undress him!"
Voldemort, on his left side, ordered.
Lucius Malfoy stepped out of
the circle of Death Eaters and crouched down beside
Snape. Severus was looking pleadingly at the man he
used to consider as a friend, but Lucius avoided to
meet his gaze and started opening Severus's robes.
Snape was too weak and too scared to object.
The cold, distant faces
looking down at him changed into expressions of
lechery and ravenousness. Severus swallowed and
closed his eyes, wanting to shut them out of his
head.
A kick in the side told him
better. "Open your eyes, Severus!" the Dark Lord
ordered, not willing to spare him the slightest
humiliation.
Severus obeyed and focused
his gaze on the stars instead of the Death
Eaters.
Lucius brushed the now open
robes apart and off Severus's shoulders, then
shoved down his briefs and took off his boots.
Severus felt exposed, vulnerable to them.
Without a word Lucius stood
up and stepped back into the circle. With growing
fear Severus saw the Dark Lord crouching down
beside him, felt spidery long fingers move across
his naked chest and pinch a nipple.
"Since you object so much to
the spells I used to put you under, I won't use any
of them now." The Dark Lord said with a
chuckle.
Severus swallowed; Voldemort
certainly did not renounce on sexual spells for
reasons of mercy. Rather to let him suffer even
more.
Severus shivered when he felt
a long tongue, split like a snake's tongue, lick
along his stomach, moving upwards over his chest to
his throat. Almost against his will his gaze
flickered away from the stars, over the lecherous
faces of the Death Eaters. They were going to stand
by and watch all the time... Blood rushed through
his cheeks as humiliation washed through
him.
"Stop," Severus whispered,
his voice hoarse from screaming.
Voldemort ignored him, bit
down at the skin of his neck instead, while his
hands began to slowly stroke his member. Severus
bit his lower lip to hold back a whine. He badly
wanted to stand up and run away, but what use would
that be? He was surrounded by people, who would not
just rather watch him being raped than to gain
their Lord's anger, but who would also enjoy it. He
knew, he had been one of them.
Still the Lord was stroking
his cock. Severus desperately fought his growing
erection, but the Dark Lord knew all too well how
to touch him to make him come quickly. It was over
after a few minutes; Severus felt his semen
ejaculate at the same moment he broke out in tears
of humiliation.
"See, Darkling," the Dark
Lord said, "I don't need to
put sexual spells on you." Voldemort watched him
crying for a moment, red eyes looking curiously
down at him. "Turn around," Voldemort finally
ordered. "Hands and knees!"
Severus was almost relieved
at this order; that way, he would not have to look
at their ravenous faces anymore. He crawled into a
sitting position, arms slipping out of the sleeves
of his robes, then got on all fours, propping up
his head between his hands.
Snape whimpered when he felt
Voldemort's hands claw into his buttocks, parting
them, long fingers intruding to stretch him.
Finally they withdrew and he heard the rustling of
Voldemort's robes, when the Dark Lord opened them.
There was pain when Voldemort impaled him, moving
in an inch further at a time. A pain not nearly as
agonising as the Cruicatus curse, but much more
humiliating.
Severus closed his eyes and
tried in vain to think of other things. Seemingly
after an eternity the Dark Lord came with a hiss,
soiling him with his semen, and withdrew.
Shaking, Severus sat up,
trying to avoid to meet anyone's gaze. He heard the
Dark Lord behind him closing his robes, but did not
dare to reach for his own until Voldemort allowed
him to.
"Lucius, let him suck your
cock." The Dark Lord ordered. "Goyle, you take him
from behind."
Severus half turned to
Voldemort and stared at him with dismay.
"When the two of you are
through, I decide who's next." Voldemort said
calmly.
"No!" Severus called,
clutching Voldemort's robes with his hands.
"Please!" he begged. Sometimes not even Snape was
too proud to beg.
Voldemort was visibly amused.
"If you want me to forgive you, Darkling, you'll
have to follow my orders."
With these words he slapped
Snape in the face to get his hands off his
robes.
Holding his bleeding nose,
Severus felt Lucius gripping his hair and pulling
him closer. At the same time Goyle was taking hold
of his hips before slamming in. Severus's scream
was muffled by Lucius's cock in his mouth.
And so it began.
***
"When delirious fun
Has seriously begun
You'll be down on your knees
You'll be begging us please"
Depeche Mode, The Dead of Night
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