Only in a world this sh***y could you even try to say these were innocent people... (R)
R for VIOLENCE, TORTURE, and DEATH
Megan was excited. Very excited. She was meeting Anthony tonight. They had big plans. The risks kept getting... riskier. She liked it. She was ready for their little field trip. Currently, she was pacing at Hestia's waiting for him to show. When she heard a noise, she rushed to the door and threw it open.
As Megan threw open the door, Anthony held up two vials in one hand and to bags with hairs in the other. "I took the liberty of acquiring our next... disguises, love." He grinned at her as he stepped inside. As she went to take one of the vials from his hands he pulled her close for a kiss.
Licking his lips Anthony said, "You look lovely tonight, by the way. Too bad you will be looking like someone else." He walked over to a small table in the foyer and put the vials and ingredients down for a moment. He turned to her and said, "I've procured the house we discussed earlier. I left my tote their with all the," he paused, "necessary items."
Megan squealed and took the vial. She wondered who he had gotten for her this time. It was nearly as much fun as the rest would be. She drank it, enjoying the unpleasant sensation of turning. Megan rushed to a mirror. She flinched and spun about, hands on her borrowed hips.
"The tart from Games and Sports? Are you kidding me? Is there anyone she hasn't... oh. No, this actually works rather well."
Anthony smiled. "Yes, I thought it would work well, remembering the way he was eyeing you, well her, the night of the ball." Anthony gave a brief scowl. "As for myself, I got a hair off some older chap in the Misuse of Magic department. Figured he would ask her out to dinner." He threw back the contents of his vial and felt himself begin to change.
"Although I'm not looking forward to that too much, asking that old bat to dinner. The things I do for you, pet. I believe I shall have to think of some way for you to repay me." He smirked at her.
Megan grinned. "I'm sure you'll think of something I'll be more than willing to do. Last one back with their prize has to be on the bottom."
She snatched the slip of parchment with the address on it from his fingers and disapparated with a pop.
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Anthony barely got to the house he'd set up earlier before he started to feel himself change. He flicked his wand at the woman in front of him, making her enter the front door. He had had too much difficulty at the Ministry talking the crone into going with him to dinner that he had to pull out his spare wand and Imperio the hag.
As he followed her inside, he saw Megan sitting in an armchair, smiling at him deviously. Anthony gave an exaggerated sigh, "I see you've won," as he kicked his quarry to the floor.
Megan gestured to the floor where Dawlish was out cold and bound... with his trousers off.
"We shouldn't count it though. It was too easy. You had the more difficult task. Though I should have said the winner gets to choose because I think you are aware of how fond I am of being on the bottom... if you're the top."
Anthony rose an eyebrow, "Such things you say." He flicked his wand at Hopkirk and had her walk to the corner of the room. "I like this. Never thought that the Imperious curse would be so enjoyable. What do you say love, should we have one kill the other? Maybe have Mafalda do some work for a change?"
"It's perfect," she breathed. "Have her kill him then poison herself. I've been wanting her to choke on her tea for ages. Thought I had done it once, but she recovered. If you haven't any poison, I have some in my bag."
Dawlish was awake. His eyes were wide. "Meg-"
"Don't." She looked at Anthony and clapped her hands. "Oh, this will be lovely."
A thought occurred to Anthony as she spoke of Hopkirk. He gave her a questioning glance as he said, "Megan, no one will be able to connect you to Dawlish, will they? Because if they can, I may not be able to go through with this. I will have to Obliviate them. It's a coincidence with Malfalda here, but with Dawlish, too? It's a pattern, and they will be able to trace it right back to you, love."
"No one knows," she said. "We were always very discreet. He didn't want his wife finding out, and I just plain didn't want anyone to know I'd seen him naked. It won't be connected. Don't worry. We can leave them in such a way that it looks like they were lovers. Rosamund Dawlish has to know what a panting hound dog her husband is. He'll sleep with near anything. It's covered. Don't worry, lover. We shan't be caught."
Nodding as he felt a bit relieved he said, "So what shall it be? Knives?" His mouth turned into a slow grin as her eyes sparkled and she nodded enthusiastically. "Alright, pet, knives it is."
Anthony turned to Mafalda who had a defiant look in her eye. "Malfalda? Get a knife out of my tote. I'll even be so kind as to let you take your pick." He smirked. When she struggled not to move he said with disdain in his voice, "Now, my dear... old... Mafalda. Do not test me, for I am sure you will find you won't like the result." She gave one short nod.
Anthony sighed. "Alright, have it your way. Crucio!"
Hopkirk screamed and fell to the floor. Megan felt actual delight run through her. She pointed her wand.
"Do as he asked. Now."
She might have learned other tricks, but Megan's Imperius was still her best hex. There was a bit of shaking, but a knife was produced from the depths of the bag. It was a scary gleaming thing. Megan smiled.
"If she resists you again, I'll help her along. Who would have thought the old bag's will to be that strong?"
"Thanks, love. Maybe before you poison her I could get one more lick in? I haven't had much experience with that curse, and I rather like it." He turned back to Mafalda. "Now where were we before you became such cow? Ah, that's right. Walk to Dawlish and teach him some manners, yeah?"
Mafalda walked slowly to Dawlish and hesitated. Anthony said, "Do not spoil this Mafalda!"
"In the bollocks," Megan added flicking her wand. "DO IT!"
Hugh Dawlish was screaming before he was even touched. Hopkirk was still fighting though. Megan just smiled.
"Perhaps you should Crucio her a few more times, darling. I noticed with Hestia that helped to break down her resistance to the Imperius."
Anthony smiled as he raised his wand, "I'm glad to oblige. Crucio!"
She dropped to her knees screaming and the dagger fell from her hands. Anthony crouched down next to her, watching her reaction to the curse and relishing in the sounds of her screams. He was glad he had remembered to caste a silencing charm when he was here earlier. He wanted to finish the night with Megan on the floor and not have to rush out because of some git checking out strange noises.
He carried on for a couple minutes, enjoying that her mouth was open in silence. Interesting, he thought. I've never seen this reaction before. Almost too much to handle, I expect. He smirked as he watched her writhe. We'll give it a few more minutes...
Megan was watching in a detached sort of way. Hopkirk was silently screaming. It was as if the pain had stolen her breath. She could not even muster screams. Megan smiled. She waited until a pause before she spoke.
"Remember when you ended up in St. Mungo's because you couldn't stop going to the loo? That was me. I was putting something in your tea to loosen your bowels. I felt a good shit might haven't been helpful to your moods. I just put too much in that day."
Dawlish was staring at her in horror. His look suggested he was thinking he did not even know her at all.
"You never knew me," Megan snapped at him. "No one does. No one except my Anthony. Do you know why I slept with you? Flirted with you, Hugh? Because you leave files out on your desk. Important files. You're an idiot, and only the Goddess knows how you ever became an Auror."
It was silent for a few moments.
"Let's finish this," Megan said almost quietly.
Anthony nodded. He shoved his wand toward Mafalda and said do it. Mafalda got up as tears streamed down her face, and walked towards Dawlish. Anthony and Megan flicked their wands in unison, and Hopkirk plunged the knife into his groin.
Dawlish screamed as he fell to the floor.
"Again," Anthony ordered. Hopkirk knelt next to him and stabbed again.
Megan watched with morbid fascination. She thought she would like the blood, but she preferred strangling or suffocation. It was a shock to her. Not that she wasn't pleased when Hugh Dawlish bled to death. Or when Anthony had Mafalda Hopkirk write lust on the wall in his blood. Megan handed Hopkirk the vial of poison she acquired from the questionable chap in Knockturn Alley.
"Drink all of it," Megan ordered.
"Megan-"
"No. No one will ever have to fetch anything for you ever again, you lazy cow."
It worked quickly, as the man had said it would. The woman slumped over Hugh's body. Megan produced a note saying how Mafalda was having an affair with Hugh and how she just could not do it anymore. She had to end this. It was written in handwriting so like Hopkirk's few would be able to spot the differences. Megan placed it in the woman's hand before the body could go cold.
Anthony walked up behind Megan and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm not sure I like the knife bit, too messy. I like my wire better." She turned in his arms and smiled up at him.
"So," he said as he looked down at her. "What do you think we should do now?"
"I prefer watching you with the wire. I think I like that best."
She put a hand delicately on his cheek and craned her head around to kiss him.
"As for now? I'd like a rough taking. Likely against the wall or on my belly on the floor. A bit of bruising wouldn't be amiss either, as I would like to accidentally brush them tomorrow and recall what you did to me. I want you to hold me down, lover, and to warn you, I'm not planning on being a very good girl. I'll try to get away. Feel free to punish me." Megan pulled away from him then. "Oh... and you have to catch me first."
She let out a mad cackle before darting through the room.
{SUMMARY} Megan and Anthony end Hugh Dawlish (lust) and Mafalda Hopkirk (sloth).
Megan was excited. Very excited. She was meeting Anthony tonight. They had big plans. The risks kept getting... riskier. She liked it. She was ready for their little field trip. Currently, she was pacing at Hestia's waiting for him to show. When she heard a noise, she rushed to the door and threw it open.
As Megan threw open the door, Anthony held up two vials in one hand and to bags with hairs in the other. "I took the liberty of acquiring our next... disguises, love." He grinned at her as he stepped inside. As she went to take one of the vials from his hands he pulled her close for a kiss.
Licking his lips Anthony said, "You look lovely tonight, by the way. Too bad you will be looking like someone else." He walked over to a small table in the foyer and put the vials and ingredients down for a moment. He turned to her and said, "I've procured the house we discussed earlier. I left my tote their with all the," he paused, "necessary items."
Megan squealed and took the vial. She wondered who he had gotten for her this time. It was nearly as much fun as the rest would be. She drank it, enjoying the unpleasant sensation of turning. Megan rushed to a mirror. She flinched and spun about, hands on her borrowed hips.
"The tart from Games and Sports? Are you kidding me? Is there anyone she hasn't... oh. No, this actually works rather well."
Anthony smiled. "Yes, I thought it would work well, remembering the way he was eyeing you, well her, the night of the ball." Anthony gave a brief scowl. "As for myself, I got a hair off some older chap in the Misuse of Magic department. Figured he would ask her out to dinner." He threw back the contents of his vial and felt himself begin to change.
"Although I'm not looking forward to that too much, asking that old bat to dinner. The things I do for you, pet. I believe I shall have to think of some way for you to repay me." He smirked at her.
Megan grinned. "I'm sure you'll think of something I'll be more than willing to do. Last one back with their prize has to be on the bottom."
She snatched the slip of parchment with the address on it from his fingers and disapparated with a pop.
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Anthony barely got to the house he'd set up earlier before he started to feel himself change. He flicked his wand at the woman in front of him, making her enter the front door. He had had too much difficulty at the Ministry talking the crone into going with him to dinner that he had to pull out his spare wand and Imperio the hag.
As he followed her inside, he saw Megan sitting in an armchair, smiling at him deviously. Anthony gave an exaggerated sigh, "I see you've won," as he kicked his quarry to the floor.
Megan gestured to the floor where Dawlish was out cold and bound... with his trousers off.
"We shouldn't count it though. It was too easy. You had the more difficult task. Though I should have said the winner gets to choose because I think you are aware of how fond I am of being on the bottom... if you're the top."
Anthony rose an eyebrow, "Such things you say." He flicked his wand at Hopkirk and had her walk to the corner of the room. "I like this. Never thought that the Imperious curse would be so enjoyable. What do you say love, should we have one kill the other? Maybe have Mafalda do some work for a change?"
"It's perfect," she breathed. "Have her kill him then poison herself. I've been wanting her to choke on her tea for ages. Thought I had done it once, but she recovered. If you haven't any poison, I have some in my bag."
Dawlish was awake. His eyes were wide. "Meg-"
"Don't." She looked at Anthony and clapped her hands. "Oh, this will be lovely."
A thought occurred to Anthony as she spoke of Hopkirk. He gave her a questioning glance as he said, "Megan, no one will be able to connect you to Dawlish, will they? Because if they can, I may not be able to go through with this. I will have to Obliviate them. It's a coincidence with Malfalda here, but with Dawlish, too? It's a pattern, and they will be able to trace it right back to you, love."
"No one knows," she said. "We were always very discreet. He didn't want his wife finding out, and I just plain didn't want anyone to know I'd seen him naked. It won't be connected. Don't worry. We can leave them in such a way that it looks like they were lovers. Rosamund Dawlish has to know what a panting hound dog her husband is. He'll sleep with near anything. It's covered. Don't worry, lover. We shan't be caught."
Nodding as he felt a bit relieved he said, "So what shall it be? Knives?" His mouth turned into a slow grin as her eyes sparkled and she nodded enthusiastically. "Alright, pet, knives it is."
Anthony turned to Mafalda who had a defiant look in her eye. "Malfalda? Get a knife out of my tote. I'll even be so kind as to let you take your pick." He smirked. When she struggled not to move he said with disdain in his voice, "Now, my dear... old... Mafalda. Do not test me, for I am sure you will find you won't like the result." She gave one short nod.
Anthony sighed. "Alright, have it your way. Crucio!"
Hopkirk screamed and fell to the floor. Megan felt actual delight run through her. She pointed her wand.
"Do as he asked. Now."
She might have learned other tricks, but Megan's Imperius was still her best hex. There was a bit of shaking, but a knife was produced from the depths of the bag. It was a scary gleaming thing. Megan smiled.
"If she resists you again, I'll help her along. Who would have thought the old bag's will to be that strong?"
"Thanks, love. Maybe before you poison her I could get one more lick in? I haven't had much experience with that curse, and I rather like it." He turned back to Mafalda. "Now where were we before you became such cow? Ah, that's right. Walk to Dawlish and teach him some manners, yeah?"
Mafalda walked slowly to Dawlish and hesitated. Anthony said, "Do not spoil this Mafalda!"
"In the bollocks," Megan added flicking her wand. "DO IT!"
Hugh Dawlish was screaming before he was even touched. Hopkirk was still fighting though. Megan just smiled.
"Perhaps you should Crucio her a few more times, darling. I noticed with Hestia that helped to break down her resistance to the Imperius."
Anthony smiled as he raised his wand, "I'm glad to oblige. Crucio!"
She dropped to her knees screaming and the dagger fell from her hands. Anthony crouched down next to her, watching her reaction to the curse and relishing in the sounds of her screams. He was glad he had remembered to caste a silencing charm when he was here earlier. He wanted to finish the night with Megan on the floor and not have to rush out because of some git checking out strange noises.
He carried on for a couple minutes, enjoying that her mouth was open in silence. Interesting, he thought. I've never seen this reaction before. Almost too much to handle, I expect. He smirked as he watched her writhe. We'll give it a few more minutes...
Megan was watching in a detached sort of way. Hopkirk was silently screaming. It was as if the pain had stolen her breath. She could not even muster screams. Megan smiled. She waited until a pause before she spoke.
"Remember when you ended up in St. Mungo's because you couldn't stop going to the loo? That was me. I was putting something in your tea to loosen your bowels. I felt a good shit might haven't been helpful to your moods. I just put too much in that day."
Dawlish was staring at her in horror. His look suggested he was thinking he did not even know her at all.
"You never knew me," Megan snapped at him. "No one does. No one except my Anthony. Do you know why I slept with you? Flirted with you, Hugh? Because you leave files out on your desk. Important files. You're an idiot, and only the Goddess knows how you ever became an Auror."
It was silent for a few moments.
"Let's finish this," Megan said almost quietly.
Anthony nodded. He shoved his wand toward Mafalda and said do it. Mafalda got up as tears streamed down her face, and walked towards Dawlish. Anthony and Megan flicked their wands in unison, and Hopkirk plunged the knife into his groin.
Dawlish screamed as he fell to the floor.
"Again," Anthony ordered. Hopkirk knelt next to him and stabbed again.
Megan watched with morbid fascination. She thought she would like the blood, but she preferred strangling or suffocation. It was a shock to her. Not that she wasn't pleased when Hugh Dawlish bled to death. Or when Anthony had Mafalda Hopkirk write lust on the wall in his blood. Megan handed Hopkirk the vial of poison she acquired from the questionable chap in Knockturn Alley.
"Drink all of it," Megan ordered.
"Megan-"
"No. No one will ever have to fetch anything for you ever again, you lazy cow."
It worked quickly, as the man had said it would. The woman slumped over Hugh's body. Megan produced a note saying how Mafalda was having an affair with Hugh and how she just could not do it anymore. She had to end this. It was written in handwriting so like Hopkirk's few would be able to spot the differences. Megan placed it in the woman's hand before the body could go cold.
Anthony walked up behind Megan and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm not sure I like the knife bit, too messy. I like my wire better." She turned in his arms and smiled up at him.
"So," he said as he looked down at her. "What do you think we should do now?"
"I prefer watching you with the wire. I think I like that best."
She put a hand delicately on his cheek and craned her head around to kiss him.
"As for now? I'd like a rough taking. Likely against the wall or on my belly on the floor. A bit of bruising wouldn't be amiss either, as I would like to accidentally brush them tomorrow and recall what you did to me. I want you to hold me down, lover, and to warn you, I'm not planning on being a very good girl. I'll try to get away. Feel free to punish me." Megan pulled away from him then. "Oh... and you have to catch me first."
She let out a mad cackle before darting through the room.
{SUMMARY} Megan and Anthony end Hugh Dawlish (lust) and Mafalda Hopkirk (sloth).