SLADE SEBASTIAN AND THE ROOM OF REQUIREMENT

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

Slade was ecstatic. He was a seventh year student at Hogwarts, and was ready to leave school. He even wondered why he had to return this final year. His parents were very rich and he had a spot in the ministry already locked in. He was anxious to get on with his life, not have to wait another year for it.

What was making him extremely pleased with himself was what he was carrying in the fourth compartment of his trunk. The secret compartment that could only be opened by his wand held a treasure. It was a treasure he couldn’t wait to tear into when he got to school.

His three best friends, Lars, Anton, and Quinton, were in the compartment with him on the train. He was explaining a few of the particulars of the treasure he had with him.

“Are you sure about this, Seb? We could get into real trouble if Headmaster Dippet finds out about this.”

“Dippet? Please, tell me you’re joking, Anton. Dippet got lost in the library once. How he ever became the Head, I’ll never know. Probably some stupid mudblood gave it to him.”

“Yeah, but Seb, he can expel us, you know,” Quinton countered.

“So, what? Big deal,” Slade was casual about his fellow Slytherin’s warning.

The four of them rode along the rest of the way talking about what they were going to do with Slade’s find.

As the train rolled into Hogsmeade Station, the four disembarked from the train and headed up to the carriages leading up to the castle. The familiar calling from the grounds keeper for the first years echoed even through the rain coming down. By the time all the students had arrived at the school, they were all drenched to the bone.

“Who’s that up there?” Anton asked in a sneering tone. He was referring to the red-headed teacher sitting to the left of Professor Dippet.

“I donno,” Slade answered, frowning. “Probably another mudblood trying to tell us what to do. As if!” The others sniggered.

Once the students were seated, the first years were brought in and led to the front of the Great Hall. The ragged Sorting Hat was brought out and placed on the stool. Professor Konos, the charms teacher, began reading each of the students’ names.

After the sorting was over and each house was about eight students larger, Professor Dippet stood up and waved his hand. Food appeared on the tables and the students dove into it like it was their first meal in days.

All the students talked about different things as the Start-of-term Feast progressed. The noise level increased as the student body got fuller. The Headmaster stood up when he believed the level was sufficient. Everyone went quiet at once.

“Welcome back to Hogwarts,” he began. “I have a few announcements that I wish to hand out to students and faculty. First, first years please be aware that the forest that is outside the castle is strictly off-limits to all students, as is the town of Hogsmeade below the third year. Plus, Mr. Crandle, our dubious caretaker, has asked me to, once again, inform you that spells are not to be cast in the hallways.”

“He does the same boring speech every year,” Slade commented. “You’d think that anyone his age would have some new material by now.” Anton snorted at his friend’s joke.

“Lastly, a note of a staff appointment. Professor Pitts had retired as transfiguration teacher, so I’m pleased to inform you that, Professor Albus Dumbledore had taken his place.”

Most of the students applauded the new arrival as he stood slightly to wave to the crowd.

“Now, Quiddich tryouts are on Saturday, and if you’re interested see the head of your house. As for now, good night, and we’ll see you all in the morning for classes.” He finished with a smile and dismissed the students to their prefects.

Sebastian and his small gang of Slytherins made their way to their tower. A black haired first year walked in front of Lars, and he pushed him out of the way. The eleven-year-old turn around to square off with the bigger seventeen-year-old.

“Think you can take me, huh?” Lars taunted the boy. The boy thought better of it and replaced his wand to its holder. Slade was impressed with the boy, though.

“What’s your name, kid?” He asked him.

“Tom. Tom Riddle,” he answered.

“Well, Tom, Tom Riddle, you showed guts. I like that, but don’t push your luck,” he said with a sneer.

The two Slytherins glared at each other for about half a minute then the younger one turned and walked away. Slade’s group looked at him after the younger boy left.

“What?” He asked them.

“Why’d ya ask him his name?” Anton asked.

“I donno, he just sort of impressed me, that’s all.”

“What?” Lars commented.

“Think about it, he was ready to take on four seventh years. That takes guts. I admire that.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Lars relented.

The four of them made their way into their tower and up to their dorm. The four of them looked forlornly at Slade’s chest at the foot of his bed.

“Later, guys, not tonight. Maybe we could do this on Friday night. We’ll have the whole weekend to play.” Slade was just as excited as the others, but wanted to wait.

That whole week just seemed to drag by for the new seventh years. All the teachers seemed to want to impress upon them the importance of the N.E.W.T.’s. Slade didn’t seem to care one way or the other about them.

The new transfiguration teacher was just as Slade had thought; a mudblood-lover. He hated him the very first day. Professor Dumbledore didn’t seem to take notice of his student’s feelings.

When Friday night finally arrived, the four Slytherins scarfed down their supper in record time, and then made their way up to their dorm. With the aid of two invisibility cloaks, the four youths brought Slade’s entire chest up to the seventh floor across the hall from the portrait of Barnabas the Blarney.

The other three stood still while Slade walked back and forth on the spot three times thinking about everything he needed. Instantly, the door appeared. It was a steel door with steel crossbeams running diagonally. Slade pushed on the door to open it, and his three friends followed him inside with his trunk between two of them.

“Coloportus! Imperterbus!” Slade shouted at the door while pointing his wand at it. What looked like steel foam oozed into the cracks of the door, sealing it from the outside world.

“What is this place, Seb?” Anton asked him.

“I call it the Room of Requirement. I found it the Christmas of my second year when my parents were on holiday elsewhere. It is only here when someone desperately needs something. Lumos Maxima!” His wand lit up the room, and all three of the others gasped at the site.

The room had five walls with two sets of chains hanging down from the ceiling, but no one could see the ceiling. The whole ceiling was either black or nonexistent. The sets of chains seemed to go on forever. Manacles were attached to the ends of each set of chains. A bar was connecting the two manacles, making them look like a pair of morbid trapeze bars. Inside the manacles were small spikes. Below the bars and manacles were d-rings bolted to the floor.

Around the room, the teenagers noted many different types of torture devices. Whips, crops, floggers, rods, flat paddles, ball gags, dildos of different sizes, buttplugs, and spreaders littered the walls of the room. There were some things there that the other three had never seen before.

Slade walked over to a table to the side of the room and retrieved some leather straps with buckles on them.

“Time to open our presents, gentlemen,” he sneered. He tapped his wand on the fourth compartment of his trunk, and the lid opened revealing two very young children; a boy and a girl. They looked to the other boys to be about seven and nine years old.

The boys pulled them out of the trunk and Slade attached the leather straps to each of their ankles. They were then led to the two sets of chains where their wrists were put into the manacles. There was enough room for two boys to walk between the children without touching each other.

Once the manacles were locked around the children’s wrists, they shrank to fit perfectly against their skin. The spikes inside the manacles became imbedded in their skin. Being unconscious, they didn’t feel a thing, but blood did pour from their wrists. It didn’t last long. Only a few drops ran, but didn’t get past their elbows.

Slade walked in front of the boy first and pointed his wand at his chest. “Innervate!” He spoke and the boy woke up. He did the same to the girl without saying a word to him. Once the girl was awake, he addressed them as a unit.

“Good Morning, boys and girls,” he started sardonically. The others snickered under their breaths. Both of the children were now awake and scared out of their minds. “Before we begin with the festivities, let me explain to the two of you how this is going to work.

“First of all, you are in a magic castle of learning. No one outside the four of us knows you’re here, and it will stay that way. This room is sound proof, and so no one will hear your screams. Also, as my friends and I leave this room, it will disappear, and you with it. When we return, you will return with it. Convenient, don’t you think? Secondly, if you will look up, you’ll see that your arms are manacled to chains and a bar, while your ankles are tied to the floor. The manacles holding your wrists are magic. They will shrink or grow as you do. They will also give you nourishment; just enough to stay alive and healthy. Any blood you lose will be instantly replaced. Rest assured, you will die, muggles, but only when we have had enough of you. Thirdly, your purpose for being here is to give each of us pleasure. If you enjoy what we do to you, fine, if you don’t, we don’t care. The whips and other things in this room are here to give us pleasure while tormenting each of you. Believe me when I say that you are at our mercy, and we have none. Now that the pleasantries are finished, let the fun begin.”

Slade started the festivities by going to the wall with the different types and sizes of whips and returning to the kids. He began with the girl. The first lash cut deep into her back. She screamed as if hell itself had come.

“You leave my sister alone, you big bully,” the boy yelled at him. He instantly realized his mistake. Slade turned his glare to him, now.

“CRUCIO!” He bellowed at him with his wand out. The boy screamed louder than his younger sister had just done. Slade continued to point the wand at the boy as the curse wracked his young body.

The boy had never known such pain could exist. It felt like the very bones in his body were exploding. The boy’s scream echoed through the room like a banshee. Finally, the cruel Slytherin lifted the curse by lifting his wand.

“Any more comments?” He asked the young boy.

The boy was just happy to have the pain stop. With his body pulling down on his wrists, he acknowledged the question with a slight shake of his head. Slade was satisfied with that and turned his attentions back to the boy’s sister.

With a loud, resounding, “CRACK!” the whip lashed out at the little girl once again, causing another scream to escape her lips. Another lash flayed her delicate skin. Before long, the whole room seemed to be filled with nothing but lashes from the whip or screams from the girl.

After thirty lashes had rained down on the girl’s back, buttocks, and legs, Slade ceased the brutal assault. He rolled up the whip and replaced it on the wall. Blood ran down her back and legs, and was beginning to pool on the ground beneath her.

Slade walked over to her and began to pull her ripped blouse from her slender shoulders. As the torn garment fell on the ground, Slade ran his fingers over the wounds in her flesh, relishing each and every one. He tasted her blood as his wet fingers made their way to his lips, and he like it even more.

“It’s quite tasty, gentlemen. Have some,” he told his cohorts. Each of the Slytherins walked around behind her and ran their fingers down her back.

The girl hissed at each touch of their fingers. Her brown hair was filled with her blood as it hung down the length of her back. Tears had been streaming down her face with such regularity that a distinct pool had collected under her ripped body.

“Catarsis!” Slade uttered while pointed his wand at the waistband of her skirt. The flimsy garment fell to the floor, leaving only her knickers and panties to protect her modesty.

Lars noticed the boy looking at his younger sister. “Like what you see, Muggle?”

“What did you call me?” The boy had the presence of mind to ask.

“A muggle. It’s a non-magic person, Stupid,” Lars answered him. Turning to Slade he asked him if he could have a go at the boy.

“That’s why he’s here, my friend. I know you like the boys, Lars,” Slade smiled at him. He knew all too well his friend’s obsession with boys younger than him. He even discussed it in great detail in their first year at school. Slade knew how Lars couldn’t control himself and wasn’t going to wait for much longer.

Lars pulled out his own wand and used the same cutting charm to remove the young boy’s clothing. Within mere moments, the nine-year-old was hanging in his chains completely naked.

“Flagrate!” He said as he dragged the wand over the boy’s chest from shoulder to opposite hip. The child screamed as a fiery red mark was burned into his skin. The wand was pulled down the opposite direction as well, making a huge “X” across his chest.

“Nice, Lars. Glad to see you’ve finally mastered that one,” Slade chided him. Lars turned a shade of pink in the face. Slade had always been the better wizard, and he knew it; that was why he was the leader of the group.

While Lars was enjoying his toy, Slade turned his attentions back to the girl. The cutting charm was used once more to remove her knickers, then her panties. Her slender form hung in alarming disgrace before the three older boys, and there was no way to hide herself from them.

“Lower her,” Slade ordered, and the chains allowed her to set her feet on the floor. He forced her to her knees and opened the zipper to his school trousers. Walking around to face her, he pulled her mouth up to lay his hardened meat against her lips.

“Open, Muggle, and if one tooth touches my cock, I will remove each of them very painfully, one at a time,” he warned her. She took the warning seriously. The little girl opened her mouth dutifully, and Slade fed her his fat cock. The tip hit her gag reflex, and she choked. Slade didn’t stop feeding it to her mouth. With deliberate force, he shoved his cock past her tonsils and made it down her throat. Grabbing her hair, he slowly began to fuck her face slowly, and then began to speed up the tempo.

As far as the girl was concerned, it was the worst thing she had ever tasted. When his cock was fully buried in her throat, and his groin was pressed against her nose, she smelled his vile crotch. The odor was enough to make her vomit, but she was able to control the urge. She was also finding it hard just to breathe. She learned quickly to catch a breath when he pulled out of her throat.

As Slade was face fucking the girl, the screams coming from the boy told him that Lars was having fun with the boy. After the “X” was fired into his chest, he took a crop from the wall and tenderized the boy’s backside. When he was through, lines criss-crossed horizontally over the boy’s tender ass. Finishing with the crop, he went to a flogger, and then finished up with a thick bullwhip.

Following twenty lashes with the bullwhip, Lars pulled his erection out of his pants and walked up behind the boy. “Engorgio!” He cried and his pathetic three inch hard-on grew to over eight inches long and two inches in diameter. With some pre-cum on the head of his dick, he moved the monster vertically in the valley of the boy’s butt crack.

When he felt Lars’s cock at his rear end, the boy knew what was coming next. He tried to squeeze his butt closed, but that only tightened the grip on the monster cock. Lars didn’t care if the boy closed his buttcheeks or not; it just made it tighter for him. With one forceful thrust, he impaled the preteen on the invading missile.

The scream that came from the boy made the earlier ones pale in comparison. Slade knew what had happened and didn’t bother turning around to look. Anton and Quinton, who had been stroking their own cocks during this time, flinched and looked at Lars and the boy. They smiled at the sight.

“Mind if I take his mouth, Lars?” Anton asked.

“Be my guest, Anton. I usually don’t care for their mouths, except to clean off my cock.”

Anton lowered the boy’s face down to his crotch and warned him as well about the dangers of teeth. Lars had only impaled him half way on the initial thrust, so he began to work his prick in and out, forcing more and more of it further into the boy’s asshole. Anton opened the kid’s mouth, and shoved his average sized prick down his throat. Being six inches, though, was enough to make the boy gag on the tool.

Slade built up enough speed to really fuck his victim well. She took it as best as she could, having no other choice. With one final large thrust, he shot his pure-blood seed down her throat. She choked on some of it, not expecting the large quantity of semen. Having spent himself, he pulled his waning pecker out of the girl’s mouth to allow Quinton to have it.

Compared to Slade’s cock, Quinton’s was quite small. The girl was actually able to handle this one without a problem. While she accepted his cock without complaint, Slade wasn’t through with her just yet.

Grabbing the Cat-o-nine-tails of the wall, he lined up behind her and swished it around on the floor. With unflawed aim, he brought the cat down on her doubled-over form. As the leather and shards raked across her back, she screamed like nothing else. Even though Quinton’s prick was down her throat at the time the scream escaped. She was barely able to control her mouth enough not to bite down. That would have brought severe retribution, and she didn’t want to cause any undue pain to herself.

The cat rained down on her small frame a total of ten times, littering her back and butt with horizontal bleeding lines.

The other Slytherins knew enough not to try and take the girl’s virginity; Slade wanted that for himself, and they knew it.

Quinton pummeled the girl’s mouth for another ten minutes before sending his seed down her throat. Meanwhile, Slade was stroking himself hard again, and lining his cock up from behind to her small, hairless quim. He coaxed a moan out of the young girl before placing the head next to her opening.

As far as Slade was concerned, this was worth the wait. The head of his cock slipped past the small entrance to her little pussy. The girl hissed at the pain of the intrusion. When Sebastian hit her maidenhead, he grabbed her hips and thrust forward, hard!

Fire erupted between her legs and the little girl screamed again as Slade shredded her hymen. It was the one thing that made all the work worthwhile. The feel of a tiny virgin being deflowered. Slade waited until she stopped screaming before proceeding further up her sex-chute. It wasn’t that he was concerned for her; it was that she was so damn tight, that she was squeezing his dick too hard.

When she had calmed down a little, and relaxed her vaginal muscles, he restarted feeding her his cock. She struggled to elude the invading member, but all her efforts were in vain; she was going to continue to get fucked.

He soon had his teenaged cock buried to her cervix in her small pussy. He slid back out, and then shot back inside, sadistically. She screamed at the fierceness of his thrust. Slade only smiled. He reached down and pulled her up by her hair.

“Get used to this, you little muggle bitch; you’re going to get this a lot,” he hissed into her ear. She closed her eyes, trying to blot out what was happening to her and her brother. Slade pulled out, violently and just as violent, shoved his cock back up inside her; again hitting her cervix.

“The next time we enjoy ourselves, muggle, this is going inside your cheap womb,” he banged his cock against her cervix one more time for her to get the point. “I’m saving that for something special.”

Quinton and Anton had been watching the show from the beginning, but now, Lars had cum and was having his cock cleaned by the boy’s tongue. Once he was satisfied that his cock was clean, he turned to watch his friend finish raping the little girl.

Slade continued to pound into her, sparing no mercy for her abused sex. With one last thrust of his hips, he sent his sperm into her womb, then pulled his softening cock out of his victim. Having orgasmed twice, Slade was finished for the night.

Having no independent thought of their own, the other three Slytherins got dressed and followed their leader out of the room. Slade smiled to himself, thinking back on the evening’s events.

“Don’t worry, Gents, they’ll still be there in the morning,” he told his friends.

If there is interest in this spin-off of Harry Potter, I will continue the story. I do have ideas for that room by the way, so please leave some comments.