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Facultatem Saeva, Capacity for Cruelty	By : Lucidity Category: BtVS Crossovers > BtVS/Harry Potter Views: 1680 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Harry Potter. I make no money on this fiction.

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A/N: WARNINGS of child abuse, rape, gas-lighting, belittling, hurt/comfort, and other awfulness involving parents.
Mom shuffled in and stared at us both. I was trying to cover myself. But she ignored me and pointed at the mess on dad and said, "Is that...?"

In disbelief, dad said, "The bastard just came all over me!"

Mom covered her mouth and gasped. Then she stepped forward and slapped me to the floor.

I looked up at her, betrayed once more. “He…”

“There is no possible excuse for this!” Mom pointed at dad's dick and said, "You clean that up right now!"

I looked at dad's boner and stomach, covered in cum. I started to get up.

“Where are you going?” She gestured. “Crawl over there and spit shine him.”

She couldn't mean...

“Alex, you are a horrible, sick, ungrateful boy and you will clean up your mess right now!" Then she sort of dropped to the bed, crossed her arms, and sat there waiting. She didn’t even ask why our dicks were out. I should have left home this morning, boarded a bus, and headed to Mexico. It'd be safer there.

"You heard your mother." Dad had his hands on his bare hips, hard dick sticking straight out at me and dripping from the tip as well as the shaft. His balls were huge from this angle.

I shook my head and said, “No. No way. No way.” My brain would not compute what they were saying.

“Now!” They both shouted. I jumped and thought, ‘This is happening. Fine. This is the price for a roof over my head.’ But at the same time, I thought, ‘They’re right. I am sick because there is the proof. I just came on my dad.’

I knee-walked forward and looked up at dad and he looked down at me. He didnt say it was a joke. He didnt do anything. He just stared at me like, 'get on with it'. His stomach was too high to reach but I couldn’t bring myself to touch his dick. I just stayed still until he finely tutted and used his thumb to push down on the base of his rigid cock so it lined up with my mouth. He put his other hand on the top of my head.

He pulled my head to him and pressed the head of his cock right through my lips. It was sour tasting. It smelled like my dirty sheets but mostly it smelled like dad hadn’t showered or anything in a long time. I started making plans to leave town in the morning.

He shivered and exhaled, “Good boy”.

I licked the tip a little and he pulled me forward another inch so it was pushing my tongue down like a tongue depresser.

Mom muttered, “That’s right, wicked boy, suck your father’s cock. Clean up the mess you made.”

Dad moaned and used his fist in my hair to hold me still while he pushed his dick in and out of my mouth. He took it in hand and used it to spread his precum and my own cum all over my lips and face and back into my reluctant mouth. He added a hand beneath my chin and started moving my head forward and back like I was his favorite sock.

They were both quiet for a while and I just kind of let it happen for a while. It didn’t taste too bad really, though I was totally nauseous. The sound was gross. I doubted this was what it would be like to taste Jessie but I quickly pushed that thought away. God, I was tired.

Dad started pushing his dick further into my mouth until I started choking and making louder gross wet noises - kind of like gargeling. I struggled, putting my hands on his hairy thighs but he held me there. He was so strong. Mom laughed.

“Suck goddamn it,” he growled. “You’re getting spit on the carpet.”

“Don’t forget you have to clean his stomach, too,” mom added helpfully.

Dad was still not happy even though I was trying to suck his dick better. He withdrew and shoved my head down so I fell. “Practice by slurping the spit off the carpet.”

This all just kept getting worse so I just did what I was told. I was really scared now of what might be coming but there was no way I could escape.
I hoped I just had to make dad cum and he and mom would leave me alone. Then I could figure out what to do tomorrow. Maybe I could live at the beach like in that movie.

The carpet was nasty. I was grateful it was the spot I had cleaned so thoroughly two days ago, but it was still really weird and stringy and tasted terrible. My face was down and my ass was up and I guess mom noticed the redness because she said, “So that’s what all that slapping noise was.”

She got on her knees beside me and rubbed her hand on my butt and I just tried to focus on my work. The skin was hypersensitive but I was trapped between them.

“He’s going to have these hand prints on here for a week.”

That was an upsetting thought because that meant they would be there when I started my sophomore year in a few days. I groaned when I thought of the hell the gym locker-room was going to be. Unless I quit school? No - Willow would kill me.

When mom slapped my left butt cheek right where dad had really wailed on me, the intense pain caught me by surprise. I gasped and raised my head. Dad took the opportunity to set me back to work on him. Only this time he sat on the floor and let his legs splay wide open.

“Here, you sick bastard. You like it better this way, don’t ya?” He pulled my head down. “Ass in the air, begging for it. You better finish what you started or I swear I will tell the police what you’ve done to me. Jessica, see if he’s so fucked up he’s still enjoying himself. I can’t see from here.”

He grabbed my head with both hands and used my mouth, moving my head up and down and I struggled not to piss him off more by fighting.

I felt mom’s hand on my ass, her fingers sliding down my crack, tickling. They brushed across my hole then kept going down. She tapped my sac twice, then tugged it a bit. I whined in distress when she grasped my balls and squeezed.

“Oh god – do that again, Jess – his moans really feel good.”

The squeezing and tugging got harder and now I moaned on purpose, hoping he would get off on it and just be done. His dick was hard and felt too-thick in my mouth. It was bigger than I had ever seen but I hadn’t seen many hard ones. Maybe mine was really small like they said. I hadn’t thought so, but …

“Get your hands back there and spread your ass so she can see what she’s doing.”
What?

I reached back and that made my weight fall forward so I was dependent on dad to lift me up to breath once in a while. Mom had her left hand resting on the base of my spine and used her right hand to tap on my sac a few more times before reaching between my legs. There were no teasing touches this time.

I knew I wasn’t hard now, so I knew she could tell I wasn’t enjoying it but she wrapped her hand around my shaft and started stroking it and god, I must be sick because even getting shoved and gagged and everything, it started to feel good after just a few strokes. I knew I was getting hard even though I tried not to.

Finally, mom said, “Oh, you are a sick puppy, aren’t you Alex?”

She kept stroking and dad was not getting any closer to cumming and I didn’t think it would ever end even though I had to keep swallowing his precum as best as I could. I felt tears running down my cheeks again and mom started petting my lower back and cooing at me saying, “It’s alright baby. It’s not your fault. There’s just something wrong with your brain. Something wrong with your little penis. You’re just ... abnormal. I was so hoping you would grow out of your shameful behaviour. You were always fastenated by your father's cock."

Her hands felt so good by then, gentle and comforting. It didnt matter what she said. Then mom moved her hand from my back. I felt her fingers on my tailbone, sliding down to my hole. I about had a heart attack when she pressed one right in. The fuck?

I gasped and choked and dad pulled my head down even farther, so it hit the back of my throat. Now he was really fucking my mouth and saying stuff like “relax your throat you sick bastard, you little whore, you filthy cock sucking idiot. Take it. Take it. Fucking bastard.”

And mom was saying ‘helpful’ things like “That’s it, baby, relax your throat, now moan real good. I know he's taking a while but you’re not very attractive or talented. You just keep trying like a good little boy. So nice of us to teach you, isn’t it? Now you’ll be able to teach a girl. After you hit puberty, anyway. Poor baby boy- not that any girl will want a pervert like you. But you could lie.”

I just wanted to breathe. Dad’s large dickhead was fully blocking my air when mom cooed, “Here you go, baby, lets add another finger. Your sick little pee-pee likes that doesn’t it, Alex?”

She pressed two fingers into me as deep as they would go. I complained loudly, drool running over my lips where they stretched around the thickest part of his shaft. I was scared I might die. I writhed under his hand while mom used her two long fingers to push me forward further, off balance, stroking my cock the whole time.

My hands reflexively moved to catch me but dad threatened, “Move those hands and I’ll break every last one of your goddamned fingers.” I put them back and stretched my ass open. He broke two of my fingers last year and the pain of having them fixed three days later by the school nurse was still fresh in my head.

“Listen to him beg, Jess. Writhing around ‘cause he likes it so much.”

They just kept prattling on, ignoring my distress. They didn’t care. And my erection didn’t go down this time – not with mom’s hands working me.

Dad finally let me breath a sec while mom said, “If we can’t fix your brain, we might have to have you practice fucking one of your little friends, or maybe me. Like in those camps. You have to learn to like pretty women. I don’t know any other women who would let you. I’ll hate every minute of it, of course, but anything for you, sweetie. Or would you rather fuck that little redhead? Or that boy – That Jessie? He’s a bad influence but has a nice ass. Do you suck each other's cocks? I wonder if he is good at giving head... Nothing wrong with liking boys, as long as they aren't related to you.”

She fingered me while images of Jessie's soft mouth floated through my mind. Dad pulled me back down, trying to get that last two inches in but there wasn’t room. Spit was sliding all down my chin and neck.

“No,” Mom decided, “I would be best. You would like to force your little dick inside me, I know. Well, not tonight. You just focus on pleasing your father like you obviously want to. You’re sooo hard from sucking him.”

She emphasized her words with a squeeze then returned to gliding her soft hand over my weeping dick, wiggling her fingers deep inside of me. I thought I might explode even though I just came like 15 minutes ago. I was super sick. My stupid dick is evil.

My bitch mother seemed bored though. “Is this as big as it gets? At your age it should be much bigger. Maybe I’ll call your doctor tomorrow and tell him about what you did – he could put on some gloves and see if he can get you bigger in his office. You have always been below average, I suppose – small and slow. A late bloomer. But heaven knows I help you all I can.”

My jaw was aching and I was light-headed. ‘God,’ I prayed, ‘please help me. Please make it stop.’

Mom added a third finger and twisted them around a bit. With all the sweat, they slid in and out easy but I hated it. I felt so violated in a way I didn’t even from dad shoving his dick in my mouth. And her hand on my dick was perfectly rhythmic, almost soothing. I couldn't stand it.

I was so hard and just wanted to cum again. I didn’t care anymore if I was sick or if mom and dad and my dick were evil or whatever. I was just so tired and the urge to cum was impossible to ignore much longer but I wasn’t sure if it would make things better or worse for me. I couldn’t think straight.

Then mom went back to just two fingers but pressed on something in there that sent a shock through me. I thought I would cum then but at the same time, dad yanked my head off his stupid dick and up to his flabby stomach.

His hips bucked while he stroked himself with one hand and held me up with his other fist in my hair. “Best clean this off – it’s cold and nasty feeling now and you’re a rotten cocksucker anyway.”

I almost gagged again because it was cold and disgusting. He rubbed my face on his sticky, hairy belly and I barely kept my hands from moving off my ass. I was caught between licking his gross hairy stomach and my own mother giving me such pleasure in a whole new way and my mind just whited out.

All I could feel was her fingers crisscrossing over that spot inside - so fast I couldn’t tell when one wave of sensation started and the next pulse began and suddenly I was gushing cum into her hand harder than I ever had before.

I came so hard it made my belly hurt and I know I cried out but I don’t know what I said. I didn’t think I said anything. I thought I just sort of shouted but dad said something quiet to mom and then mom chuckled.

“You shouted ‘Fuck me, dad!’, Alex. You must be really sick!”

Dad moved my head back to sucking on his dick so I couldn’t answer.

“Such a sick, worthless bastard. Only one solution. You’ll have to be punished until you learn.”

With dad’s dick in my mouth and no time to recover from my second orgasm, I felt mom’s hands withdraw. She spread my cum down the cleft of my bruised ass and then spanked it hard enough she said “Ow!”

I tried to struggle away because god that hurt but dad was holding my head down on his dick so I could hardly breath. Again.

Mom reached away and when that bitch spanked me again it was with something rough. From experience, I thought it might be my sneaker.

It hurt so much. Too much. I kept struggling and she hit me with it again, clipping my finger. The third time, she went low and glanced my nuts.

I guess I must have bit down a little because suddenly I was pushed off my dad and he was roaring up onto me and yelling “You little bastard, I’ll teach you!”

I heard mom laughing and suddenly my face was smashed into the carpet again. Mom knealt so she was stradling my head and she held my hands behind my back but way up so it hurt if I wiggled at all. Her bare thighs were against my face. Dad moved behind me and then the most terrible pain I ever felt ripped through me - he was fucking me.

His body kept hitting my sore ass-cheeks and he was slapping them too. But the whole time he was hammering deep into my ass and I couldn’t cry anymore and I couldn’t care anymore and I wasn’t a virgin anymore and I felt broken somehow that I didn’t know was even a possible.

I screamed and he grabbed my hips and slammed in again and again and I couldn’t stop screaming into the carpet. Finally, finally, dad’s hot cum filled me. He stayed pressed all the way in me for a minute then slide out and back in a couple more times.

"There," he said, "You got exactly what you asked for." His big hand slapped my ass so hard I fell over, wasted and used up.

He struggled to his unsteady feet and staggered out. “You better finish punishing him, Jess. Another 10 should do.”

And I thought, ‘it’s almost over’ and ‘Thank God he’s gone’ and '10 what?' as mom moved to the bed.
A/N: Chapter 3, Part 3 is next. After that, we get some quality Severus time. Meanwhile, The Harris parenting methods are still beyond horrible. This boy could really use a safe word, you know?
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