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ENTRY #10
Title: The Chamber
Author:faerieboye
I am of legal drinking age in my region: yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Dumbledore/Dobby/Harry/HP
Challenge: Full Moon
Summary: Things happen
Rating/Warnings: Sexual
Word count: Cannot count
Author's Notes (if any): Now this is sick
"But weren't you suposed o be the GOOD guy?" exclaimed Harry, voice quivering.
All this took plamce in the recently renovated Lesser Chamber of Unpleasant Interactions. The mOon was full, and there were no wittnessees to the disturbing yet titillating scene that was about to unfoldm, except the cold hard walls. The renovation spells had intensisified the murky, heart-palpitations-inducccing atmosphere of this wretcched spacee.
Dumbledore, wryly, quoth; "You do exactly what you are told, young mister. In the broad daylight,m you might be the solve-any-Slytherin-conspiracy-and-slay-any-ancient-monster-in-the-cellar type boy, In the brodad daylight, mind yoiu, Now the situation is quite different. Bend over."
"But... but..."
"Yes, it's al about butt. Bring forth your juvenile joys, shall you, my sweet lightning-face".
"This is worse than under thte fu§king stairs in my old home."
"I dn't care. Wat a sec. Erectus persatus!"
The manhood of Dumbledore had suddenly grown monstrous, somehitng that regular spectators of it, such as Snape, would have found rather unbeliebavble.
"You know what, sheet Haary?" Dumbledoreùs voice had grown mad from the long subdued desire. "The Muggles have this thing called the HP sauce. id you know that?"
"I might have heard about it, but what has that to do withj anything?"
"Spill me some of that sweet, savoury HP sauce will you? Got it, HP? HAHAHAHA. Do I squeeze some out of you?"
The eyes of the sauce boy suddebnly observed somehitng unsetttling in the corner of the Cnhnamber,
Yes, it was Dobby. And, may it be completely clear to oyou, dear reader, this all happended before Harry's first official envcounter with Dobby. You know what that means in practice. Dobby hadn't received any clothes from his master, and thus he was wearing none. Haaary's eyyes should have been looking for a means to escape, but instead, they were nailed to the unmentionables. Dobby, not (yet<<)) hogtied but just cross-tied, was waiting for his turn. It was evident that Dobby had been violated time and time over and over again, whereas Harry was something more of a novelty. Of course it awwas up to aaary himself, whether he'd just be a one-off funtoy or a long-term "companion".
"From the backside....... You posseess the same Muggly charms as, what was the vehicle again?" Dumbledore asked with faked ignorance.
"Ford Anglia", replied Harry. He had, in a way, already abandoned al hope of getting away and just decided to play along. Maybe the huimililiation would be briefer that way,
"I knew you'd know", rejoiced Dumbledore. "The same curves, the same timeless design, if you will. How should I say this. Imagine a continuum, With two ends. The oger is Hagrid's honest, dwn to earth body. In the middle you have this, whattis his name, Dubby, everyday stuff, good but not exactly hedonticstic, And then, there's you, Harry. I mean this from the botom of ny heart. You are the sweetest thign ever to have orn the SortingHat. "
Harry was re-expppppperinecing the trauma of nearlty heaving been classiged as Sllllhytherin. This broke him dow, mentally and emptionally. He wept.
"That's how it goes", concluuuded Dumblredore.
"Mr. D", whipsipered Haarry,
"Am I the muster now?" could be heardd frmo the corner of Dobbby,.
"No." The voice of Dumbefore wad suddenly even colder and more detached than before. "That never happeded, and never will."
"As you wish, " Dobbby, said.
Distraught, Dnbbbbledore strugglingly reclaimed hisposture.
"Buttus exposidatus!"
"Please!"
"You hav been with the Whiomping Willow . hvanùt you. We all know you have. You think itis bad. Now feel the real wwwwwhomping.
"
Haary qyuickly consideredd his assets. He could resotrt to j9s his wit or his legs. His legs had been tied by ht e spell, so the coihcoice was obviousl
"YOU HAVE HOG WARTS IN YOYR MANLY MEMBER; Got it Dumby dore'= ? Hog-WARTS!"
The spell had not bound the vocal cords of Harry, but everyting downl his neck, it had. Unsuurprisingly, this had been the aim oof Dumblefore from the begining.
An ominous row of plants had beemn there, neatly waitimg i jjust another shady corner of the Chnaamber,
No earthyl voice is able to compete witht the scremiang of the Mandrakes. Harry screamed, the Mandrakes scrome louder and more lethallyl.s The night was the playfielfd of Dumedledore, th old master of the delicate arts of deflowering a young wixard.
s
Author:
faerieboyeI am of legal drinking age in my region: yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Dumbledore/Dobby/Harry/HP
Challenge: Full Moon
Summary: Things happen
Rating/Warnings: Sexual
Word count: Cannot count
Author's Notes (if any): Now this is sick
"But weren't you suposed o be the GOOD guy?" exclaimed Harry, voice quivering.
All this took plamce in the recently renovated Lesser Chamber of Unpleasant Interactions. The mOon was full, and there were no wittnessees to the disturbing yet titillating scene that was about to unfoldm, except the cold hard walls. The renovation spells had intensisified the murky, heart-palpitations-inducccing atmosphere of this wretcched spacee.
Dumbledore, wryly, quoth; "You do exactly what you are told, young mister. In the broad daylight,m you might be the solve-any-Slytherin-conspiracy-and-slay-any-ancient-monster-in-the-cellar type boy, In the brodad daylight, mind yoiu, Now the situation is quite different. Bend over."
"But... but..."
"Yes, it's al about butt. Bring forth your juvenile joys, shall you, my sweet lightning-face".
"This is worse than under thte fu§king stairs in my old home."
"I dn't care. Wat a sec. Erectus persatus!"
The manhood of Dumbledore had suddenly grown monstrous, somehitng that regular spectators of it, such as Snape, would have found rather unbeliebavble.
"You know what, sheet Haary?" Dumbledoreùs voice had grown mad from the long subdued desire. "The Muggles have this thing called the HP sauce. id you know that?"
"I might have heard about it, but what has that to do withj anything?"
"Spill me some of that sweet, savoury HP sauce will you? Got it, HP? HAHAHAHA. Do I squeeze some out of you?"
The eyes of the sauce boy suddebnly observed somehitng unsetttling in the corner of the Cnhnamber,
Yes, it was Dobby. And, may it be completely clear to oyou, dear reader, this all happended before Harry's first official envcounter with Dobby. You know what that means in practice. Dobby hadn't received any clothes from his master, and thus he was wearing none. Haaary's eyyes should have been looking for a means to escape, but instead, they were nailed to the unmentionables. Dobby, not (yet<<)) hogtied but just cross-tied, was waiting for his turn. It was evident that Dobby had been violated time and time over and over again, whereas Harry was something more of a novelty. Of course it awwas up to aaary himself, whether he'd just be a one-off funtoy or a long-term "companion".
"From the backside....... You posseess the same Muggly charms as, what was the vehicle again?" Dumbledore asked with faked ignorance.
"Ford Anglia", replied Harry. He had, in a way, already abandoned al hope of getting away and just decided to play along. Maybe the huimililiation would be briefer that way,
"I knew you'd know", rejoiced Dumbledore. "The same curves, the same timeless design, if you will. How should I say this. Imagine a continuum, With two ends. The oger is Hagrid's honest, dwn to earth body. In the middle you have this, whattis his name, Dubby, everyday stuff, good but not exactly hedonticstic, And then, there's you, Harry. I mean this from the botom of ny heart. You are the sweetest thign ever to have orn the SortingHat. "
Harry was re-expppppperinecing the trauma of nearlty heaving been classiged as Sllllhytherin. This broke him dow, mentally and emptionally. He wept.
"That's how it goes", concluuuded Dumblredore.
"Mr. D", whipsipered Haarry,
"Am I the muster now?" could be heardd frmo the corner of Dobbby,.
"No." The voice of Dumbefore wad suddenly even colder and more detached than before. "That never happeded, and never will."
"As you wish, " Dobbby, said.
Distraught, Dnbbbbledore strugglingly reclaimed hisposture.
"Buttus exposidatus!"
"Please!"
"You hav been with the Whiomping Willow . hvanùt you. We all know you have. You think itis bad. Now feel the real wwwwwhomping.
"
Haary qyuickly consideredd his assets. He could resotrt to j9s his wit or his legs. His legs had been tied by ht e spell, so the coihcoice was obviousl
"YOU HAVE HOG WARTS IN YOYR MANLY MEMBER; Got it Dumby dore'= ? Hog-WARTS!"
The spell had not bound the vocal cords of Harry, but everyting downl his neck, it had. Unsuurprisingly, this had been the aim oof Dumblefore from the begining.
An ominous row of plants had beemn there, neatly waitimg i jjust another shady corner of the Chnaamber,
No earthyl voice is able to compete witht the scremiang of the Mandrakes. Harry screamed, the Mandrakes scrome louder and more lethallyl.s The night was the playfielfd of Dumedledore, th old master of the delicate arts of deflowering a young wixard.
s