Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 17,972 (So much for the short chapters)
Chapter 15 Edit Date: 01/09/2009 (Happy [late] New Year!)
Clean-up editing: 04/23/2009
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Warnings – graphic sex (as usual), torment, and torture.
This is NOT a happy chapter.
Again, Warnings – graphic sex (as usual), torment, and torture.
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After the first paragraph, this chapter can be skipped if you are uncomfortable with the content – I'm pretty sure you know the person in question won't be nice to Hermione. Read the very last paragraph in the chapter though (above the author's notes), it's kind of telling for future stuff.
And, with this chapter, I have officially begun to modify my original outline though I have not completely abandoned it. In my original outline, Snape was supposed to introduce Hermione to these people but I've decided to change his role a teensy bit.
The next chapter is, believe it or not, MUCH nicer to read and I enjoyed writing it a lot. I'm not sure how you all will take it, however.
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WestleyY7 – Here's some femslash though it's non-con... Working on the (sort of) consensual in a future chapter... I'm glad you recovered from your fainting spell after the last chapter. If you only knew how many times I redid that chapter trying to get the wording right. And, yes, I wrote it with the whispered instructions in mind. I thought people needed to see exactly what Kreacher was doing so they knew why Sirius and Hermione were responding the way they were. Even in this chapter, you see Hermione's conflicting attitudes towards what is happening to her. Oh, you do find out what Kreacher learned in a later chapter. Oh, yes, you do. Sirius' parents are a bit like Death Eaters with their slaves.
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elphaba – Thank-you, I hope the chapter was informative as well as interesting... Fluff? I have a few dust bunnies you can have... *smile*
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soniab – Yes, Kreacher is very manipulative... Very... I am relieved to see you didn't second guess what's in this chapter. Whew! Um, I think information about the Order would have been a much better alternative than what Hermione goes through in this chapter. However, Order information is coming soon...
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Chapter 15 - Schwooooop-cratah!

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Hermione had been so excited to be going out today, even if it was without Sirius. But now she stood trembling, face to face with Bellatrix Lestrange at her home where Master Kreacher had brought her. She tried to swallow but wasn't able to, she could only stare at the other woman with nothing but fear, panic threatening to well up and replace all of her senses. What would this woman do to her? She doubted Bellatrix would let her live and she wondered if Kreacher would at least tell Sirius where her body was. She wanted to rub her belly, somehow thinking that would be comforting to the child contained within her even though it had no idea of the danger it was in. She wanted to cry, she would never know what her baby was or who the father was.

Bellatrix gave out another peal of laughter as she walked around Hermione, watching her like a panther about to pounce on prey.

“So, Kreacher, you say my dear cousin Sirius has been keeping her? He actually kidnapped her out from under Dumbledore's nose and has kept her caged up like a special pet? Oh, my! Isn't that just precious! And what does he do to you, little baby? You are so young, so delectably young. And perky, oh, my, yes.” Bellatrix ran her hand along Hermione's breasts as she continued to circle the frightened girl. “You must have been a treat for sore eyes after all those years in Azkaban, I bet he had trouble keeping his hands off of you, didn't he?” Bellatrix's hands cupped Hermione's breasts before she began rubbing her nipples with her thumbs. “I'm sure he's had trouble keeping his hands off of you and he's been having his way with you, hasn't he?” When Hermione didn't reply she pinched Hermione's nipples and asked again, her voice a snarl, “Hasn't he?”

Hermione jumped at the unexpected pain, a tear running down her face as she nodded her head. She turned her frightened eyes to Kreacher who gave her a wide smile. She was shaking so badly that she wasn't sure her knees would hold her up much longer and she began to wish she would faint, if nothing more than to relieve her body from having to struggle to stay upright.

“Kreacher, what ever shall we do with her? Should we drive hooks into her and hang her from the ceiling? No? Maybe set the dogs on her? No? Oh, I know! We could hang her upside down from the ceiling and whip her senseless. Oh, my, that would be fun! Or we could do all three and then some. What do you say, little baby?” She grabbed Hermione's chin and roughly pulled her head up. “What do you say? What should we do with you?”

Hermione's eyes widened with each torture Bella mentioned. Did people do that stuff to others? Truly do that? 'Drive hooks into me? What does she mean by that? Fishing hooks? How many? Oh, she is going to hurt me, isn't she?' Hermione wasn't quite sure if she should answer in some way so she stood there, eyes wide, body shaking visibly, completely unable to do anything – she wasn't able to move, speak, or think. Bellatrix smiled evilly.

“How old are you again?”

'My age, my age, how old am I again? Why can't I remember? Oh! Yes, I remember now. I feel sick to my tummy and I want my mum! I want a hug! I want my mum!' Hermione tried to swallow. “Si-si-si-sixteen.” Her dry voice could barely be heard as she forced the reply out of her mouth.

Bellatrix clapped her hands together in mock joy. “Sixteen! My, what a wonderful age you are! Men want you because you are so young, your body is so nubile! They think a girl like you is so innocent, so sweet. But we girls know better, don't we? Sixteen-year-olds are all sluts in the making, aren't they?” Bellatrix jerked Hermione's tucked in shirt T-shirt up at the waist so she could slide her hands underneath, she slowly slid them up the girl's torso while licking her lips and began to play with her roughly as Hermione cringed back slightly, a look of revulsion and fear on her face.

Hermione stared at Bellatrix, not sure if she should answer the woman's question or not. She didn't think of herself as a slut. Not really. Her Master's called her that from time to time, but she didn't think they really meant it. Or, did they? They did seem to treat her like one. To her, a slut was basically an unpaid prostitute and that was pretty much what she was to her Master's. She frowned as she thought about this while attempting to keep her body from responding as it had been taught, unbeknown to her, to react while in her sleep when her breasts were touched – she felt her ass wanting to arch back and fought the muscles to keep her spine straight and her throat muscles began to tighten up as she struggled to keep from releasing a moan. She couldn't keep her heart from racing or her breathing from escalating as she began to tingle pleasingly in 'those places', as she thought of them. 'Breath slow. In. Out. In. Out. Slow, slow, slow down. Please, heart! Slow down! Oh, I feel myself getting wet 'down there'! Why? Breath slow.'

Bellatrix smiled as she asked, her voice saccharine, “Are you going to answer?” She could feel the girl struggling as her body responded to her sexually and she stepped up her pawing of the girl. She couldn't wait to get her mouth on that tight, petite body and she knew the girl was exactly what her husband liked. She, herself, may not have been exactly what her husband craved for, but she was only too happy provide it for him.

“Y-yes, yes, ma'am.”

“I am above you. At the moment, I own you, therefore I am your Mistress. That is how you are to address me, as Mistress.” Bellatrix gave Hermione's nipples a twist hard enough to make the girl squeal in pain and take a tiny step back; Bella shot a nasty look at her as she pinched and pulled on Hermione's nipples until she took a step forward, she continued to pull until Hermione took yet another step forward before letting go; satisfied, Bella went back to playing with her breasts. “Are you going to answer, or do I need to punish you?”

“Yes, M-Mistress.”

“My dear, you will soon learn that it is unwise to fight us and that you should never take any action that shows defiance; if you do, parts of your body will become very sore indeed. Do you understand?” Bella leaned forward and licked Hermione's nose. “I'll warn you now, there are some punishments that you can't even fathom in your wildest dreams that we practice on our slaves. Do not necessitate our punishing you severely, do you understand, little baby?” Bella's hands never stopped roaming Hermione's tits during this small lecture as she remained leaning forward so that their faces were nearly touching.

Hermione nodded until she was given a nipple pinch that reminded her so much of Master Kreacher.

“Yes, Mistress, I understand.”

Bella smiled as she roughly jerked Hermione's T-shirt up without warning, then pulled her own up so they were both bare-breasted; Hermione averted her eyes upwards as a tear escaped, her arms straight down with fisted hands as she struggled to keep from pushing away. “Look at me, baby whore.” Hermione lowered her eyes reluctantly as Bellatrix ran her hands along Hermione's curves before taking a step back. With a smile, she demanded, “Take a step forward.”

Reluctantly, Hermione did as instructed and found that when she did so, their breasts now barely touched. She took in a shaky gasp and closed her eyes again, her breathing so fast she had to breathe through her pouty mouth. “Take another step. Now! That's a good girl. I said open your eyes! Good girl. Now, I want you to look at our titties, Toy. Yessssss, that's it, little girl.” Hermione was amazed at how the woman's voice could go from a sharp snap to a purr in the same sentence. “Now, grab your tits and rub our nipples together, whore. Go on, now, or else. Put your hands under your tits, arch that back a little, and rub your tits against mine. That's it, Toy, that's it. Your nipples are nicely swollen and hard, aren't they? So are mine. And yours are so tiny and pink, they're just adorable, aren't they? Doesn't that feel good?” She waited a moment. “I asked, doesn't that feel good?”

Hermione gulped a little, then said, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, what?”

She took in a deep, shaky breath. “Yes, Mistress, it feels good to, to..........rrrrrrub our nipples together.”

Bella smiled as she put her arms behind her back. Her voice was now husky and she spoke slowly, her voice low and breathy. “Tweak my nipples, feel how hard they are, yessss, yesssss. Oh, that feels nice. Oh, so, so nice. Keep playing with my nipples, Toy. Now take your tits and bounce them up and down, mmmmm, now bounce one up and one down. Make sure our nipples rub together, yessss. Now go in little circles so that your nipples circle mine, mmmm, delicious. You listen well, my dear. You're going to be a fun toy to play with. And you'll be doing a lot with my tits today, I promise you.” A minute later, she reached around and grabbed Hermione by the ass with both hands and jerked the girl close to her as she ground their tits together before leaning forward and wetly licking on the girl's neck, licking up towards her ear as she whispered hotly, “I'll tell you what, my dear girl, how about I find my husband and we show you how to use a sixteen-year-old body properly? How does that sound?”

Hermione's throat constricted in fear to the point of being speechless, she had tears in her eyes as she shook her head 'no'; she knew it wouldn't do any good but she couldn't bring herself to nod 'yes' just the same. Bella smiled as she kissed the girl's neck, her jawline, her cheek before she licked off Hermione's tears in long strokes, from chin to eyes, with the flat of her tongue; Hermione cringed as more tears fell for Bella to lick. Hermione closed her eyes and tried to get herself under control, finally being able to stop her tears; a moment later she took in a small gasp as Bellatrix's smiling mouth touched her own, she could feel the older woman's tongue flicking against her lips, wetly trying to gain entrance.

Bella spoke to Kreacher with her lips still on Hermione's as she lifted the girl's skirt and kneaded her ass, feeling her wetness with her long fingertips. “No knickers? Interesting. I take it she isn't allowed to wear a bra and knickers? And, she's wearing a skirt, too. A quicker fuck, good thinking.” She brought her mouth to Hermione's breasts and tongued her dark pink saucers and their peaks. “Nice tits, slave. *Very* nice tits. My husband is going to be absolutely thrilled with you.” She came back up and looked Hermione in the eye while holding her head in her hands before gently licking the girl's lips; she sucked Hermione's lower lip into her mouth before forcing her tongue in for a long, deep, dominating kiss. When their kiss broke, both women were panting as their breasts rubbed together with each heaving breath, their hard nipples tracing invisible lines of erotic promise onto the other woman's skin.

“Kreacher, take the sex slave to my bedroom while I retrieve my husband.”

Bellatrix walked away abruptly, not bothering to pull down her shirt, leaving a gasping Hermione standing stiffly with her own shirt pulled up as she tried to grasp the enormity of her situation. Kreacher grabbed Hermione's hand and she instantly and unexpectedly found herself in a large room with an armoire, dressers, a large cracked, oval mirror on a stand, and a large bed with a deep green duvet covering it. 'Green. A Slytherin color.' Hermione gulped as she stared at the green on the bed which, for some reason, made her more nervous than anything else in the room. 'I'll be in that bed soon, I know it. Naked. Doing things. With them.' Her fear grew as she thought about what they would be doing, and hoped whatever it was wouldn't be worse than what Sirius did to her; she thought about how he hung her from the ceiling and about the day he forced himself unpleasantly down her throat; she hoped that would be the worst that would happen to her while imprisoned here but she had a feeling what Sirius did was a drop in the bucket. 'Didn't he say that he never got as bad with me as what they did to him in Azkaban? He's never told me about his time there, he never talks about it. It must have been bad, and both of the Lestranges were there, they know what was done and they hate Mudbloods.'

Hermione shivered as she thought this; she reached up, quickly pulling her shirt down as she hugged herself. No matter what she did, she kept feeling Bella's taut nipples sliding about on her breasts. Bella's breasts were slightly smaller than her own, but her nipples were significantly larger and stuck out quite a bit. Hermione felt her nipples harden as she thought of this and covered herself with her arms as her face colored with shame. 'Why do I have to get aroused over every horrible little thing?' Her lips began to tremble as a tear fell from her eye. 'Is it hormones? Is this stuff normal? You'd think I'd be drier than a bone, but instead, I can feel otherwise. I wish my body wouldn't act like a tramp.'

She looked around with wide eyes and saw that the walls appeared dingy, and the faded rugs on the floor looked tattered. The place smelled musty and the floors creaked, the windows were intact but were in need of a cleaning, and the curtains were tattered in places. Hermione wondered why Bellatrix would be living someplace such as this, but then she remembered that the Lestranges were on the run from the Ministry and probably couldn't stay at a nice mansion like the Malfoy's. She wondered where in England she was at this moment and why the Malfoy's didn't help them make the place look more presentable. Then she thought about how a person can think of the stupidest things while they are terrified, prompting her to giggle nervously.

Kreacher stood and smiled at her, obviously glorifying in her fear. “Master Kreacher, why? Why did you bring me here?” Hermione's voice came out in a frightened, trembling whisper. “Master won't know where I went. What will they do to me? Why do you hate me so much that you'd bring me here? I've always been nice to you and tried to do what you want!” She began to cry as she fell to her knees, suddenly feeling dizzy and nauseated, covering her face with her hands.

Kreacher looked at the Mudblood crying over spilled pumpkin juice. He knew the Lestranges weren't going to kill her, and he knew they would only keep her a few hours so he could take her back to keep him from getting in trouble with Master. He was passing information on to them and his information was important enough that they didn't want him to have any difficulties with his Master or the others.

He knew he was about to have more fun with the Mudblood than he'd had with Master and he couldn't wait for the fun to begin, he knew some of the things Mistress did to her sex toys and had had the privilege of helping Mistress Lestrange and Mistress Black while they played with their toys together. He took in a deep breath, wondering what fun they were going to do today as his tea towel began to tent. The Mudblood had no idea of what Mistress was capable of, he was sorry she had to be careful with the Slave – the girl had to be left in good enough shape to be taken back to Master Sirius. Kreacher had an inward laugh, 'It'll serve Master right for yelling at me to 'get out' like that. The slave had better not tell him where I've taken her or she'll ruin my fun. I'll make sure she knows how much punishment she'll earn if she tells, I will. This is going to be so much fun to watch! Oh, yes, it will!'.

“Slave, you aren't worthy of my answers. You are merely a sex slave and you are a Mudblood, both considered beneath my station. You will do as you are instructed. Do not shame me by refusing the Lestranges. They are your Masters when you are here. You are never to whisper of this place to your other Master. Never. This is our special place. Oh, yes, it is.”

She looked at Kreacher, her mouth open in surprise. 'Don't shame HIM? What shame will they bring upon me? I'm beneath HIS station? Will they let me go back once they are done with me? He said I'm a sex slave and she had me brought to her bedroom while she gets her husband. Will they only rape me? Will they beat me as well? Will they heal me, too? Oh, Merlin, what are they going to do to me?' Hermione was jerked away from her thoughts by Kreacher's voice.

“Sit, slut, sit!” He slapped her arse when she didn't immediately get into position. “Sit, now!” He slashed his hand down and sideways, their hand signal for her to sit.

Hermione gave out a choked cry, then got into position – her arms behind her back, her head back, and her legs spread out as wide as she could get them while on her knees, sitting on her haunches.

“That's a good slut. You will do as you are told by Mistress Bellatrix and Master Rodolphus, and you will do everything perfectly.” Kreacher looked at her shirt and debated on whether or not to pull it up again, but decided she'd be out of her clothes soon enough so he left it down; he did, however, begin to roam his hands over her, tweaking her nipples so they became hard and peaked through her shirt nicely, preparing her. He leaned forward and mouthed her through her shirt while his hand slid under her skirt to rub her between her legs. He smiled, glad his Master didn't allow their slave to wear underthings anymore. He thought that the next time he brought her here, he'd make her wear one of her lacy lingerie outfits, and her high heels, too.

“Oh, Master, please! Please, take me back.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper; she was dismayed that her body was responding automatically to Master Kreacher's touch as she struggled to keep from becoming aroused. 'Why do I do this? I hate this! Why does my body do this?'

“No. You will be our entertainment for a goooooood, long while. Oh, yes, you will. A loooooong while.”

He stood up, fisted her hair, pulled her forward roughly so that she had to put her hands on the floor to keep from falling, and pushed her face into his crotch, grinding himself into her for several moments.

“Play with your tits, slut.”

She readjusted her legs a little, then brought her hands up and began to massage her breasts through her shirt while he continued to grind himself into her face. He didn't dare make her suck him without his Mistresses permission, but he knew she would like seeing him doing this to the Mudblood when she came back to her room. Ahhh, I can't wait for Mistress to get here! Then the real fun will start! Oh, yes, it will!'

Hermione heard noise behind her and turned her head in time to see Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange enter the room. Bellatrix gave out a peal of laughter when she saw the Mudblood slave on her knees in such a compromising position with Kreacher. Rodolphus gave a sickening smile as he rubbed himself, causing Hermione to look away quickly, her face going back into Kreacher's crotch where his erection pushed against the side of her nose.

'Oh! Oh, please let me go home tonight! I want to snuggle in my own bed! Please don't let them hurt the baby! Sirius, I wish you could help me!'

“Kreacher, keep doing what you were doing, I love watching the Mudblood's face so close to your dick. I'd keep playing with those titties if I were you, slut. No, Slave, I don't think Sirius could come and help you. And what's this about hurting a baby? You are carrying a child? Kreacher, why didn't you share this juicy bit of news? [Laugher] My cousin is going to be a daddy, how quaint! My! We *will* be having some fun with you today, won't we?”

Hermione looked at Bellatrix briefly before Kreacher tightened his fingers in her hair and turned her face into his crotch as he began to gyrate himself into her once again. She realized, too late, that Bellatrix could somehow read her mind. Hermione didn't know how to shut her mind from the woman she was an open book for the crazed woman before her.

Bellatrix' voice was bored, “Yes, yes, I know your thoughts. And they are mundane, I must say. Rodolphus, dear, what do you think about bringing Lucius over for our little party? Maybe Draco could join in as well. He'd enjoy himself with the Mudblood, he's always talking about how he'd like to teach her a lesson.” She smiled wickedly as Hermione screamed in her mind, 'Oh, Merlin, no! Please, no!' She saw the girl's shoulder shake as she tried to repress a sob.

Roldolphus looked at Hermione a long time before answering. “No, let's have fun with her first and invite the others at a later time. We may need to have fun teaching her to behave first.” He found watching the Toy's face being ground into an elf's crotch quite interesting and wished they were both naked. He couldn't wait to get his hands on the girl; she was fresh meat to be used for entertainment, and, from what he could see, her body looked exquisite; his wife had excitedly told him about their new toy, but her description of the girl had been woefully deficient. His cock tented his robes at the thought of the girl naked before him and he saw that his wife noticed as her eyes traveled down his body; her smile became wider and more feral as she grabbed his manhood and pulled him towards their new toy.

“Yes, I suppose you're right. Kreacher, you may let go of the sex toy now. Toy, give Kreacher's dick a nice, big, wet kiss. That's it, Toy. Give him another kiss. Oh, you are a good Toy, aren't you? Rodolphus, dear, see how obedient our new toy is? Toy, kiss him again. Good, Toy, good girl. You're going to be a fun toy to play with, aren't you?” Bella smiled at her husband. “Shall we let the festivities begin? No sense in procrastinating, is there? Our new toy knows exactly why she is in our bedroom, don't you, Toy? You're our young and perky sex slave.”

Hermione wasn't sure if she was expected to answer, but she thought about Bellatrix's nipple twists, prompting her to nod 'yes', just in case. She kept trying to comfort herself, thinking that if they were using her as a sex slave they wouldn't be torturing her. She looked at Bellatrix again and wondered if it was possible to have sex while being tortured. She tried to swallow nervously as Bella smiled broadly in her direction.

“I suppose introductions are in order here, aren't they? Dear, our sex toy's name is Hermione Granger, she's that annoying Mudblood friend of Harry Potter, the one Draco mentioned, remember? Can you believe my cousin Sirius kidnapped her for himself? He took her wand, of course, so our poor Toy can't perform any significant magic; at least, I don't think she can. Toy, have you been able to perform any wandless magic?” Bella laughed heartily when Hermione shook her head 'no', her bottom lip quivering as tears formed in her eyes. “No? That's a shame, isn't it?” Her voice was mocking as she pulled a sad face, mimicking Hermione's. Her voice became chipper, though, when she next spoke. “But our darling Kreacher brought her here for us to play with. Wasn't that nice of him? We can only use our new toy for a few hours before he has to take her back, but he said he'd bring her back every day for our enjoyment, he only asks to be allowed to join in on the fun. I thought that was reasonable, what do you think, Rodolphus?”

Rodolphus looked at Hermione, his eyes and facial features not giving away what he truly thought, he then looked at Kreacher a moment before he smirked. “I think it'll be fun to watch the elf have a go at the girl. Maybe we could let the rest of the house elves have some fun with her once we're done, as well. What do you think, Bella?”

“Oooo! I didn't even think of that one! Yes! We'll have to let them have some fun, too! Oh, Rodolphus! You do think of the most wonderful things!” She reached up and kissed him, his hands coming up to stroke her bare nipples with his thumbs – she hadn't lowered her shirt yet and had been walking around bare-breasted since she left Hermione downstairs, much to Rodolphus' and Kreacher's delight. “Should we let them all do her at once, or a few at a time? Oh! I'll have to think on this one for a while! Gods, that will be so much fun to watch, won't it?” Her voice was low-pitched and lustful.

“I agree. You could let them all do her at once, then in pairs. Depends upon our time frame.” Rodolphus did the math in his head. “I think that, for today, we'd better just have a gang bang and let them force fuck her as a group. Just the males. There's too many to do pairs with her for today. Save that for another day.”

“All right, dear, I think you're right. God's, can you imagine them all grabbing at her at once? And creaming her as she.... God's, a house elf bukkaki session! Oh, I can't wait!” She pecked him on the cheek before turning to look at Hermione, knowing the girl had absolutely no idea what Bella was envisioning. “Well, isn't this all nice and cozy, Toy? We're going to have soooo much fun today! Oh, and another piece of news, Rodolphus – you did hear me say that she's pregnant? With Sirius' brat no less.” Bella laughed as she rubbed her husband through his robes. “Toy, crawl over here and kiss my husband's cock. Oh, by the way, his name, as you've heard, is Rodolphus, but you will call him Master. Go on, thank him for being your Master before you kiss his dick.”

Hermione hesitated a moment before saying quietly, “Thank-you for being my Master.” She then crawled over to where the Lestrange's were standing. Was she supposed to pull the robes up? Crawl under them? Or kiss him through his robes? She chose the least offensive and gave him a quick kiss through his robes.

“No, no, no, dear. Kiss him like you mean it.” Bella's voice was high-pitched and it was obvious that she was enjoying this. Hermione went to give him another kiss but Rodolphus grabbed her hair and pulled her into his crotch, grinding himself into her face just as Kreacher had been doing a few moments before. He then pulled his hips back slightly and held her head so that she could give his cock a long, loud kiss through his robes – he made her repeat this until his wife was satisfied with her performance before pushing her away. His penis seemed enormous through his robes and it scared Hermione, she heard them both laugh after she thought this and mentally cursed herself.

Bella's voice floated down to Hermione's ears. “I think she'll be doing this the right way to your enormous cock before long, don't you, dear? I only hope she has the throat for it.” Bella giggled as she kissed her husband while pushing Hermione away with her foot, knocking Hermione to the floor. Hermione took this as a cue to crawl back to where she had been. She stayed on her knees and kept her eyes down as she listened to them; she looked at the pattern on one of the rugs, trying to figure out what it used to look like and what the colors had been before they faded beyond definite recognition.

After a few moments, their kiss done, Hermione watched with wide, fearful eyes as Bellatrix walked over to stand in front of her with a wicked smile on her face. Bella pulled up her long skirt, grabbed her by the hair, and pushed Hermione's face in between her legs, mashing her face into her as hard as she could, then holding her there so that Hermione had to struggle to breathe; all Hermione could smell was the arousal of the other woman as she noisily breathed, tasting the other woman as her juices oozed into her mouth. “I told you to keep playing with those titties, now didn't I?” Hermione's hands flew back up and got busy with her breasts as Bellatrix continued to slowly rub herself into Hermione, coating her so that even the hairs on the edge of her face were wet and stuck to her skin. 'Why do they keep doing this? Why are they rubbing my face in their privates? Is it to make their dominate status clear? And force me to accept my subservient status? I already know all this! I wish she would stop, I wish she would stop, I wish she would stop.' Hermione's tears began and mixed with Bella's secretions.

“Suck me through my knickers, Toy.” Hermione opened her mouth, her face screwed up in disgust as she tentatively sucked Bella's sopping wet knickers, the sounds of her gagging was lost in the cloth as it was ground into her face. Bella smiled evilly as she felt Hermione's weak suck and her subsequent gagging as she thought about how much fun she was going to have making the girl do all sorts of things to herself and her husband; she looked over at Rodolphus who smiled back while he slowly stroked his dick.

“Yes,” she purred, “This is going to be so much fun. Well, little baby, I'll be honest when I say I didn't believe him at first when Kreacher told us you were his sex slave, but it certainly does look as if he may have been telling the truth. I want to see more of this for myself. Imagine, a house elf having a Mudblood sex slave of his very own! What an intriguing idea, I must tell our Lord about this. Suck me some more, bitch!” Bella made Hermione open her mouth wide, guided her with her hair so that her tongue was directly over her clit, and forced her to strongly suck on her wet knickers for several minutes. “Swallow! Suck and swallow! Move that tongue as you suck. That's a good girl, yessss.” She moaned loudly while she enjoyed the stimulation by the girl as she held her in place by her hair until she finally pulled Hermione away by her hair and forced her to look up at her face, they stared at each other for a while before Bella began to talk again.

“Kreacher, dear, why don't you show us how you use your sex slave?” Her voice was saccharine sweet but had an excited edge to it as she backed away so that Kreacher could approach Hermione. Hermione didn't know where to look in her near state of panic – at Kreacher who was in front of her now, at Bellatrix who had backed away and had her hand between her legs, or to try and find Rodolphus. She scrunched up her face, Bella's secretions were beginning to dry and her face felt funny.

“Of course, Mistress.” Kreacher bowed low to Bellatrix before turning to Hermione. “Take off your clothes, Slave, and remain on your knees. You are not good enough to get off of your knees while in the presence of those greater than yourself.”

Hermione looked at Kreacher, her eyes wide. If she didn't remove her clothes, they would force her to, and probably cause her pain as they did so. Shakily, her hands reached for her shirt and she pulled it off. She removed her clothes until she was naked before them, her arms crossing over her breasts. She remained on her knees with her head down.

“Put those arms down or they will be tied behind you.” Kreacher's voice was commanding.

Hermione dropped her arms to her sides, her fists balled up as she struggled to keep from bursting into tears. 'Okay, I can do this. It won't last forever. Tomorrow will come, it won't come soon enough but it'll come. I want to go to my bed. Oh please, don't let this hurt too much.'

“Put your shoulders back and raise your arms, clasp your hands behind your head.” Hermione complied as she sniffled, so very near tears once again.

Kreacher reached down and began to suck on Hermione's nipples, each suck long and hard. Hermione heard Bellatrix give a satisfied sigh as she watched avidly through heavy-lidded eyes while slowly removing her own clothes – Hermione watched as the older woman pulled off her blue top, then unbuttoned and slid her black skirt down her surprisingly shapely legs as her breasts hung down and swayed as she moved, Hermione's eyes glued to her nipples. Hermione couldn't see what Rodolphus was doing, but from the sounds of it, his clothes were also being removed and Hermione wondered how big he really was. Hermione's ass began to rear back as her breathing quickened due to her body's response to Kreacher's ministrations – this time she was unable to stop her body from reacting as it had been trained, her head fell back as she gasped with a moan and her ass reared up as her spine arched tightly.

'I need to let my body react to them, I need to act like I'm enjoying this. Go along with this, act like I like it.' She closed her eyes and concentrated on the tugging of her breasts as she felt her loins become wet and her clit unwillingly begin to throb. Kreacher reached down with his hand and began to rub her between her legs, making sure he made noise with her juices as he sucked while moaning contentedly; Hermione's hips rocked back and forth with his hand as she struggled to stay silent, her eyes still closed, her mouth open as she breathed deeply through it.

Bellatrix, naked and playing with her own breasts, came up behind Hermione, and lowered herself down on her knees so that her breasts were touching Hermione's back; Hermione initially flinched when she felt the hard points sliding down her back as her ass automatically reared back against the woman. She then found herself relaxing back and wiggling slightly as she sought the sensation of those two peaks again; she gave out a quiet moan before biting her lip in an attempt to keep quiet when she felt the hard tips once again. Hermione struggled to keep from begging Kreacher to work harder as Bellatrix reached around Hermione's torso and slid her hands between her legs, her fingers mingling with Kreacher's as they both worked through Hermione's wetness and rubbed her very sensitive clit together, making her quiver as she struggled to maintain a shred of dignity. Hermione unsuccessfully struggled to keep from bucking into them and she gave out a string of moans while squeezing her vaginal rim around Bella's fingers as the older woman inserted as many fingers into her that she could while her thumbs worked her nub. Hermione found herself leaning her head back against Bellatrix, the woman's warm mounds with their hard jewels making their presence known – Hermione closed her eyes and saw Bella's breasts in her minds eye; she had never seen nipples that large before and wondered what it would feel like to have those nice big, hard, squared yet rounded tips in her mouth; she shuddered as soon as she thought this, worried Bella would know what she was thinking.

Bella pulled her fingers out and brought them up to the girl's mouth, curious to what she would do and was delighted when Hermione automatically began sucking on them without hesitation. Hermione heard a groan to her right, she looked over and saw Rodolphus busily stroking his large manhood as he watched his wife fondling their toy. Her eyes became glued to his dick as his hand moved along his shaft before going around the top of his glans just before its descent back down towards his balls; she wondered about his testicles because they seemed awfully long, as if they were stretched out.

“Well, little baby, you'll find out what it's like to suck my titties shortly. And, my husband's nice, long cock.” Bella giggled as she nibbled on Hermione's neck while the girl continued to clean her fingers; she had taken notice of where the girl's attention was and couldn't wait until she saw her husband's dick rammed in the girl's mouth, amongst other places. “It seems dear Kreacher has trained you well. Kreacher, let's see what she does for you.” She pulled her fingers out of Hermione's mouth and slid her hands onto the girl's shoulders.

Kreacher pulled his hands away from her body and stood in front of Hermione, his hands on his hips, his dick bobbing in front of him with a look letting her know she had better get busy. Hermione lowered herself and took him in her mouth as her ass pushed against Bellatrix; Bellatrix bucked against Hermione as her hands left Hermione's shoulders, causing a shiver to coarse through the girl as they slid down her back. grabbing her hips so she could buck hard against her a few times, rocking her into Kreacher's crotch. “Rodolphus, darling, I do believe I'll be needing my strap-on tonight. Be sure to remind me.” She slid her hands up to their toys tits and played with them for a few moments before sliding her hands back down to Hermione's hairless pussy once again, grabbing her clit and pulling before expertly mashing on it in circles, making Hermione gasp at first before she began to moan involuntarily.

Hermione felt some tears beginning to flow, Master had been so pleased yesterday when he first saw she had shaved for him and now she wished she hadn't done it – somehow it felt as if Bellatrix could get closer to her privates than she wanted her, she knew this was psychological but she fervently wished she were still hairy down there. She had never felt a woman's hands on her sex before and she was upset with herself when she realized that she actually liked the sensation - it wasn't that much different from Sirius though Bellatrix seemed to know even more than Sirius on what to do – she found she was panting and moaning around Kreacher's cock within moments of Bellatrix's touch as she rocked her hips to alternately grind her ass against the other woman's hairless sex and grind her pussy into her very experienced hand.

Hermione closed her eyes, not believing she was on her knees with the dick of an elf in her mouth while a woman's fingers were deliciously playing with her pussy as she tried hard to spread her legs more; the woman's moist, hairless crotch grinding and bucking against her ass as she ground back; and that same woman's hard, hard nipples, the nipples she so wanted to suck, were grazing her back while said woman's husband watched as he jerked-off to the show before him. Hermione suddenly felt a surge of lust coarse through her body as she thought about having sex with a woman and her husband together; her breathy moan was lingering as her body tightened in anticipation of release, her whole being concentrating on what Bella was doing to her.

“Does our little baby sex slave want to say something? You sound as if you are trying to force words around Kreacher's lovely cock.” Bellatrix recognized the signs Hermione's body was giving; instantly, her fingers stopped rubbing Hermione's clit as she shoved her fingers into her wet hole and finger-fucked her rapidly.

Hermione pulled away while sucking so that Kreacher's dick slid out of her mouth with a pop and said, shamefully, in a pant, “Please, don't stop.....please....let me cum. Please.” She was so close to climax it wasn't funny and she desperately wanted to cum, Bellatrix knew exactly what to do with her fingers and Hermione wanted her to continue masturbating her as she sucked cock. She began to moan and rub herself against Bella while she squeezed her vaginal muscles around the woman's fingers as hard as she could.

Bellatrix laughed. “Did you hear that Rodolphus? She wants me to keep masturbating her! Oh, my dear slut, no, no, no; we can't have you cumming for a long, long while yet. You aren't allowed to cum without my permission, my dear.” Bellatrix grabbed a fistful of Hermione's hair and pulled her up sharply so that Hermione's back was against her very hard peaks once again, Bellatrix's face was a few inches away as she hissed, “You're going to be very busy with the three of us for quite some time today. And when you come back, you'll be a good slutty sex toy and do what we want, when we want, and you'll do it with anyone who may be a guest in this home. You'll service anyone we want you to. Do you understand, slut?” She brought her hand up to Hermione's tit and pulled on a nipple as hard as she could while the girl squealed nicely, Rodolphus chuckling in appreciation.

“Yes, ma'am, yes, I understand.” Hermione felt relief mixed in with her fear as she realized they were going to let her go after they were done with her. Her clit throbbed uncomfortably but she was also relieved to feel her climax relaxing out of her along with her desperation for Bella's fingers.

Bella unexpectedly slapped Hermione's tits sharply a few times, bringing out a cry from the girl. “I'm not a ma'am to you. I'm your Mistress. Thank me for being your Mistress, then give me a kiss, slut.” She grabbed Hermione's chin with her free hand and turned her face towards her own so that their lips nearly touched, each taking in the others breath.

Hermione closed her eyes, too frightened to do anything but what she was told to do.

Hermione hesitated briefly as she gulped audibly, her voice trembling and barely above a whisper. “Thank-you for being my Mistress.” She pushed up slightly and tentatively touched her lips to Bellatrix's before pulling away quickly. She didn't want to kiss Bellatrix anymore, she didn't want to kiss the woman who had helped torture poor Neville's parents into insanity. Somehow, kissing was so much more personal than being forced to suck her privates.

“Oh no, bitch. That's not the type of kiss I want. Suck on my tongue - now. Kiss me like you do Sirius.” Bella's free hand slid down her neck and chest slowly so she could stroke and pluck Hermione's very pert nipples.

“Please, oh, please.”

“Please, what, bitch? Be careful of what you ask for, you already need to be punished for hesitating to kiss me like a good Toy.” Stroke and pluck, stroke and pluck, stroke and pluck.

Hermione flinched at the word 'punished' as tears slid down her face.

“Just don't hurt my baby, please, Mistress. Don't hurt my baby.” Stroke and pluck, stroke and pluck, stroke and pluck.

“Oh, if you're a good slut you won't have to worry about that, will you? Now kiss me, Toy.”

Hermione closed her eyes and put her lips to Bellatrix's, pretending she was kissing Sirius; slowly, hesitantly, she slipped her tongue into Bella's mouth and they began to twist their tongues against and around each other as their lips opened and closed and slid around wetly, both moaning and sighing into each others mouth as their bodies forcefully pressed up against one another with their first combined intake of air. Hermione felt Rodolphus' hands sliding around her body, concentrating on rubbing her breasts along with Bellatrix's hands before going for her wetness. Hermione unclasped her fingers and brought her hands down from behind her head, one going to Bellatrix's very wet pussy, the other blindly reaching out to find Rodolphus' body as she lustfully slid her hand down his chest, feeling for his cock while Bella's hand joined her husbands in between their Toy's legs.

Bellatrix pulled her mouth away as she tweaked Hermione's clit so that the girl squeaked in pain as her husband pushed on her hand and made her move in circles, eliciting a moan from their Toy as she jerked her hips in sync to their movements. “Kreacher, it seems you were telling the truth about your slave. You've done an absolutely marvelous job of training her. Marvelous. The others will be very impressed when we share her with them.”

She watched hungrily as Hermione began to stroke her husband while the girl's fingers became wet as she enthusiastically though inexpertly worked her crotch – the girl was obviously much more practiced at jacking-off a man; she watched Rodolphus' hips already beginning to rock, an obvious indication that the girl was good at performing a hand-job. Hermione's lips sought hers, trying make her kiss her until her husband grabbed the girls hair and forced her to turn towards him so he could capture her mouth in a powerful kiss as his free hand came up from the depths of her wetness, leaving a frangrant trail on her torso as he enveloped her tits in his hands and began to maul them. The girl, stretched between them, moaned into his mouth as she willingly deep-throated his tongue while her hands were busy with their bodies.

Bella sucked on the girls neck, she had never expected this when Kreacher first brought the girl to them and she truly was impressed with his training of the Toy. She was definitely worth having a repeat performance with. Idly, she wondered if she should have Kreacher train the other captives, but then decided they'd remain disposable.

“Thank-you, Mistress. Thank-you.” Kreacher's voice was humble as he bowed low to the Lestranges, his hand busily stroking his member as he watched his slave make him proud. He was relieved to see the slave being the perfect slut, and he smiled as he thought about how he was going to be able to enjoy this every time he brought her here and Master couldn't do a thing about it. He watched as he critiqued her performance, looking for flaws that he would have to instruct her on at a later date or reinforce during her sleep.

“I can't wait for her belly to get big! She'll be a hit with the others, won't she Rodolphus? How far along are you, Toy?”

Rodolphus broke their kiss so she could reply to his wife, but kept his lips on hers as they gasped together.

“I'm, I'm, I, I'm five months, Mistress.”

“Five months, oh, soon that belly and those tits will be big and the others will be clamoring to fuck the shit out of you. I know I can't wait.” Bella rubbed Hermione's baby bump, causing Hermione to shudder at the thought, an evil smile coming across Bella's face as she pulled on Hermione's hair to bring her closer to her and leaned in to kiss the girl passionately, tasting her husband as she did so. Hermione continued trying to masturbate Rodolphus and Bella while kissing the woman with all the ardor she could muster, her fingers knowledgeably fondling the man but uncoordinated and unsure on the woman. It didn't take long for Bella to begin frowning as she felt the girl's fingers inexpertly touching her wetness between her legs; she broke the kiss to whisper in Hermione's ear, “My dear, you aren't leaving here until you can make me cum repeatedly, even if it takes all night. Do you hear me?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

Bellatrix's voice became nasty as she shook Hermione's head with a fisted hand in her hair, “Then stop fucking around and begin fingering my clit like the slut that you are.”

Hermione immediately began circling Bella's clit, then she began to rub it. She knew she should do more but she was so frightened she couldn't think straight. All she could think of was that she was having sex with two very unstable, very powerful, known-to-be-very-nasty Death Eaters that would torture and kill her without a second thought. 'Oh, please say I'm doing this right! Please help me figure out what to do!'

“You'll get there, slut. Keep going.” Bellatrix's voice was a whispered purr. “Yes, I do believe you're going to please me a great deal today.” A few minutes later, Bellatrix pulled away and stood up as her husband also stood, positioning herself in front of Hermione, her legs parted so that her fragrant, hairless twat was in Hermione's face. “I believe you know what you are supposed to do, Toy.”

Hermione looked up briefly before looking back down at the wet pussy in front of her, she had never looked at a woman's privates before and wondered if she looked like this. She suddenly realized that she didn't like what a woman's privates looked like and wondered how Sirius could be so enthusiastic when he ate her out. Her lips trembled as she put her mouth to Bella's pussy lips and gagged. She didn't know why she was having difficulty with this, it wasn't as if she never tasted her own slippery juices; she felt a slap across her face as she began to cry.

“Perhaps we need to direct your punishments to your abdominal area? What do you say, slut?”

Hermione's hands flew down to cover her belly. “N-n-n-no! N-no! Please, I-I-I-I've never done (gasp-sigh) this be-be-before! N-n-n-n-I've ne-never, I-I don't know (gasp-sigh) wha-wha-what to d-do.” She felt Rodophus come up behind her as he knelt down; his hands came around as he shoved her hands away and began rubbing her belly for her; she could feel his hardness on her lower back and his legs on either side of her own, his hairs rubbing her skin lightly. Shakily, she turned her head up briefly to look at him and was greeted with dark, hard eyes that were far from kind – his hand on her belly was not meant to be a gesture of protection.

“You don't know what to do? You don't know what to do? You've been eaten out before, have you not?” Hermione blushed as she nodded. “Well, then, just do to me what you like to have done to you. Get busy, NOW, bitch.” Rodolphus continued to rub her baby bump, a reminder of what she had to lose if she didn't please his wife.

Hermione grimaced. She struggled as she fought the thought that she no longer found the smell of Bellatrix's secretions as nasty as she had before, but she wasn't sure if she would like her taste; she didn't like the taste earlier when she sucked her knickers but now, strangely, her mouth watered at the thought. She tried to remember what Sirius did to her when he mouthed her but was having trouble connecting the intoxicating feelings she felt when his mouth was on her with the image of Bella's vulva right in front of her. She thought of her baby, now cradled within her belly by Rodolphus' hands, as she brought her tongue out and licked at the shiny, dusky pink lips before her. She looked at where she knew Bella's clit was and wondered if her own looked like that; tentatively, she stuck her tongue out and used its point to wriggle the loosely wrinkled triangle of skin that she guessed covered Bella's clit and was immediately rewarded with an appreciative groan. She looked up at Bella and was met with a smile, she turned her face back down and concentrated on the woman's anatomy before she put her mouth around Bella's clit and began to lick and tongue and suck as Bella moaned while she fisted Hermione's hair. Hermione could feel Rodolphus' cock as he rubbed it against her ass, his pre-cum dripping cooling drops on her skin as he smeared them while stroking against her. Without thinking, she began to raise and lower her back-end slightly so she could rub against him until she heard him moaning; once she realized what she had been doing she felt that surge of lust go through her again and pressed herself against Bella as she continued rubbing the woman's husband with her body.

“Yes, you be a good slut and everything will be all right for you. That's it, keep going.” Bella's words were spoken hoarsely. “Kreacher, levitate that chair for me to sit on. That's it.” Bellatrix sat down in the cushioned chair and swung her legs up so that Hermione had full access to her pussy, she pushed Hermione's face into her snatch and ordered, “Rub your face in my twat, bitch. I want to see my juices on that pretty little face of yours.” Hermione closed her eyes and ground her face into Bella's very wet vulva as she heard the thick fluid snapping around her face like Rice Krispies, the other woman's juices coating her face so it shone; Bella made her do that a few times and laughed each time Hermione came up for air before she made the girl get busy eating her out again.

“Rodolphus, darling, you're missing out on all the fun. Stop rubbing that half-blood brat and let me watch you play with our new toy.”

Hermione felt Rodolphus raise himself behind her as his hands pulled up on her hips, she raised herself up on all fours obediently and spread her legs so he could get between them; she shivered as his large hands began to explore her privates, her own juices making noises as his fingers slid in and out of her. She was grateful he wasn't being rough, he was actually being fairly gentle, which surprised her; and she felt herself becoming wetter to his touch as she mouthed Bellatrix, lapping up her juices and sucking them out of her as instructed by the woman. Hermione was relieved to find that the more aroused she became, the more she liked the smell and taste of the other woman which made this ordeal far easier to tolerate. Bellatrix kept her hands entwined in Hermione's hair and guided Hermione where she wanted while pushing and pulling to indicate when she wished for more or less pressure, her moans becoming louder as her arousal grew. She hissed, “Faster!” and Hermione picked up her pace, mouthing the woman's jauntily jutting sex organ; Hermione could feel the hooded clit as she sucked on it while her tongue circled it as hard and as fast as she could; the woman before her began to writhe, buck and cry out her pleasure, her hands painfully pulling on Hermione's hair in different directions.

Rodolphus watched the girl as she pleasured his wife, his dick becoming harder by the moment. He made sure the girl was wet before he rammed his dick into her as hard as he could, hearing her squeal into his wife's pussy as her body tightened nicely under his power; he knew his member was longer than most though still average in girth and he felt where his glans hit each time he pumped himself in, prompting him to smile cruelly. He put his hands on her hips, closing his eyes and enjoying feeling the warm, tight twat he had sunk himself into as he grunted while his hips and thighs slapped into her, his balls flying through the air and slamming into the girl's clit with each forward thrust as he worked himself towards nirvana. He hadn't felt a tight pussy in quite a while; he wondered briefly why she felt almost virginally tight when he knew she was being fucked daily and expecting a child before his mind wondered from coherent thought and began to concentrate solely on what his body was feeling as his member slid in and out of her warm, juicy cunt faster, his balls beginning to tingle and tighten satisfactorily.[1]

Hermione felt some discomfort when Rodolphus first entered her. She was unprepared for the ferocity of his initial thrust as the tip of his long penis hit her cervix forcefully, making her squeal in pain and fear; she didn't know if his hitting her insides would hurt the baby and she teared up as she tried to concentrate on what her mouth was doing while also trying, unsuccessfully, to tilt her body to minimize the assault on her uterus; she began to feel a deep ache begin in her lower abdomen as his penis continued to pound against her cervix. His overlong ball sac was slapping up rhythmically and hitting her clit which was producing an unexpected, extremely arousing jolt of pleasure throughout her loins with each buffeted slam. Hermione began eating Bella harder as her arousal increased, she brought her hands up to spread Bella's lips and was moaning into her as her body was rocked back and forth with each powerful thrust by Bella's husband until she finally came just before he did, the rhythmic pulsing of her climaxing vaginal walls forcing him over the edge with a growl.

Bella pulled impatiently on Hermione's hair, she was so close to orgasm she didn't care if the others had cum just yet, she'd deal with the slut's orgasming without permission once she came herself. “Eat me, bitch! Eat me!”

Hermione sucked harder on Bella's clit while her tongue continued to mash and circle the hard, hooded bead; she moved her face around to stimulate the woman more; finally she slid her hands up along Bella's body and began to stroke and pull on the older woman's breasts. Soon, Bella's moans of ecstasy become louder and her body tightened until she finally let go and crossed over, coming with shrill cries, her thighs mashing on Hermione's face as she bucked wildly with her ankles crossed behind the girl's head. Hermione had wondered why Rodolphus had grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, but now she knew – with her arms out of the way, Bella was able to lock her head between her legs.

Rodolphus watched as Hermione's head was forced up and down and in circles as his wife came powerfully and laughed at the comical nature of the scene. He loved to watch his wife climax; she came hard and she came loud – there was no mistaking her orgasmic cries in the middle of an orgy. He also liked to tie his wife down when he ate her out so that she couldn't trap his head as she did to the girl just now; one time he worried she'd break his neck and he decided his lesson was learned. He slapped Hermione's ass a few times, making her jump as he grabbed at her bobbing tits. Bella finally calmed down and he reached up to give his wife a deep, lingering kiss while he continued to knead the girls breasts with his large hands, Bella's hands were still fisted in Hermione's hair as she relaxed her legs a little so their toy could breathe once again.

“You enjoyed that, my pet?”

“Oh, yes, Rodolphus! Oh, I want to keep her! She's perfect!” They continued to kiss while Hermione stayed on all fours, her face still in Bellatrix's crotch with Bella's thighs holding her tightly and Rodolphus' hands pulling on her nipples.

“We can't keep her, it would be too dangerous due to who she is. Best to let Kreacher keep caring for her while we just have fun using her, my pet.”

He turned his eyes towards the Toy. “Did you enjoy that, Toy? Did you enjoy your juicy Bella snack?”

Hermione nodded silently, embarrassed at the thought that she really did enjoy eating Bella. Her mind drifted to Ginny and she wondered what Ginny tasted like.

“Oh, our Toy does have some amusing thoughts, doesn't she? Slut, begin licking me. Clean me up.” Bellatrix let go of Hermione's hair as she spread her legs once again. “But, Rodolphus, darling, if we kept her, we could use her for parties and take her to all the revels. Everyone would love her.”

“We can't have Kreacher getting into trouble, darling, he's important for passing on information. We just have to get used to using her when Kreacher brings her. I'm sure there will be a revel at some point when she is brought and then we can share her.”

“Oh, I know.” Hermione could hear disappointment in Bellatrix's voice. Hermione was shocked at the way Bella and her husband spoke to one another; she had the feeling they had strong feelings for one another, if not love. “I just want to watch her get fucked by all those gorgeous dicks during a revel. She'll be so sore she won't be able to walk for a week. Gods, that would be wonderful to watch, don't you think, darling?” She kissed him again as they looked at each other for a few moments.

“That will happen, Bella. You know it will.” Hermione was frightened by their conversation but also infuriated at how he was trying to console his wife over their having to wait for her to be gang raped for their viewing pleasure. She tried very hard not to think about who she would see at a dark revel – she had always thought they were figments of peoples imagination, but now she wasn't so sure; she decided she'd think about all this later when she was someplace safe to dwell upon it.

“Mmmmm, the slave is doing a good job, I think she'll have to work on me some more. Tell the slave to make me cum again while you suck my titties, Rodolphus, please.”

Hermione watched as Rodolphus bent down to look at her, letting go of the breast he had been manhandling and grabbing her by the hair while pulling her up. “Suck my wife until she comes, bitch.” He then tightened his hand in her hair, pulled her towards him and began to kiss her, forcing his tongue into her mouth as she kissed him back. He pulled from her, then looked her in the eye and hissed, “Make my wife cum hard and don't stop until I tell you to, understand?” She nodded weakly and he shoved her face into his wifes crotch, then went up to suck on Bella's tits while her hands came down so that Hermione had three hands fisted in her hair.

Hermione used her lips, tongue, face, and fingers on Bellatrix to make the woman cum repeatedly; when Bella was pulling Hermione away by the hair, Rodolphus was pushing her down so that she could continue to stimulate his wife into another orgasm. Hermione still found that she didn't mind a woman's taste once she got used to it a surprise, but she thought she preferred a man's ejaculate more; she wondered how much different Rodolphus tasted from Sirius, Ron, or Kreacher.

“You'll find out later, slut. Keep busy with my wife.” Rodolphus growled at Hermione from his wife's breast making Hermione look up at him in shock before continuing her duty to her new Mistress as she tried to keep her mind from wandering for them to read.

“Master! Master, may I fuck the slave?” Kreacher's voice cut into Hermione's thoughts.

Rodolphus again spoke from his wife's nipple, not wanting to turn his head away from stimulating the gyrating woman. “Yes, you have permission to fuck her; only go up her ass, don't dirty my pussy hole.”

“Yes, Master. Thank-you, Master.”

With her mouth full of Bellatrix, Hermione wasn't able to look and see what Kreacher was doing but she dutifully got into position as she had been taught – on all fours with her legs spread and her back arched a little to bring her butt low so she was at her Master's dick height. Kreacher lubricated her with her pussy juices before entering her slowly while she pushed against him slightly until his head popped in; he pumped himself into her centimeter by centimeter until he was balls deep, then began to pump into her as he watched Hermione eating out his Mistress.

Rodolphus pulled away from Bella's tit and came up to kiss her before whispering in her ear, “Look at the slave's ass, my dear.”

Bellatrix lifted her head to look and was rewarded with the sight of a house elf fucking their Mudblood slave while the slave's face was busy in her twat. Bellatrix moaned loudly as she pulled harder on Hermone's hair, her orgasm cresting in another wave as she struggled to watch Kreacher fucking Hermione.

“Oh, Gods, Rodolphus! Please! I can't take anymore! Oh, Gods!” She threw her head back as she began to try and push Hermione away, but again, Rodolphus' strong hand held her in place by her hair, indicating she should continue tonguing her Mistresses clit as she bucked and wriggled her body while her legs were wrapped painfully around her head.

“Are you sure, my pet?” Hermione was unnerved by his soft cooing voice while he held another female's face to his wife's privates.

“Yes! Oh, yes!” She reached up and grabbed him by the hair so they could kiss savagely, their sucking and moaning becoming louder by the moment as Hermione continued to work on her Mistress while her Master's fisted hand pushed her face into Bella's crotch until Bella came again, her hands spasming in her husband's hair as she cried out into his mouth. Once Bella rode out her orgasm, Rodolphus pulled Hermione's face away from her Mistress, then both Lestranges watched as Kreacher pummeled into Hermione's ass; Kreacher took his time with his orgasm knowing that the longer he took, the more his Mistress would like his punishment of the Mudblood's ass. When Kreacher could take it no longer, he came with a rare strangled growl, his enjoyment over being watched by someone he truly admired while he fucked the Mudblood increasing his arousal state.

When Hermione finally felt Kreacher cum and slide out of her, she went to get up but Rodolphus' fingers were still entwined in her hair, holding her in place; she looked up at the Lestranges, hoping they were done with her and she could go home.

“Oh, no, baby doll, we aren't done with you, not by a long-shot,” Bellatrix said as the both of them stood, Rodolphus pulling Hermione up painfully by her hair. “Kiss her again, darling, I missed it the first time.”

Rodolphus chuckled as he bent down to kiss his wife, then turned and kissed Hermione, his fist forcing her face up so he could latch onto her lips with his own. They began, once again, to twirl their tongues together while their mouths undulated in sync to one another, their breathing deepening and quickening as their kiss became less tame. Bellatrix stepped behind, grabbed Hermione's nipples, and began to whisper to her.

“I can smell me on you, you whore. What will Sirius think when he smells a woman on your lips?” She had begun to kiss down Hermione's neck, making Hermione whimper into Rodolphus' mouth as she grabbed his arm for support. Bellatrix seemed to know just where to lick and kiss to make Hermione wetter between her legs and gasp with excitement. Hermione couldn't believe she was reacting to the two hated Death Eaters like this. When she thought this, Bellatrix gave a high-pitched laugh.

“Yes, you whore, you are servicing 'two hated Death Eaters', aren't you?” She continued to laugh as she began to kiss and lick around Hermione's body until she was kneeling between her legs while Rodolphus began to kiss her ear and engulf her tits with his hands. “You're going to enjoy this, slut,” Bellatrix said with a giggle as she began to mouth Hermione. She initially sucked on Hermione's clit but then began to lick her hairless fleshy triangle and lower abdomen. “Little baby is in here, Rodolphus. A little half-blood to pollute my bloodline.”

When Bellatrix spoke about the baby, Hermione became alarmed and whimpered into Rodolphus' neck, her fingers tightening on his arms. “Bella, love, your talk isn't going to do anything good for the Toy.” His voice was slightly muffled due to his lips being plastered on Hermione's ear as he licked it.

“You're right, darling. We don't want the Mudblood slave to dry up on us, now do we?” She continued licking, kissing, and sucking Hermione's abdomen, thighs, and privates while Rodolphus continued to devour Hermione's upper half.

“Master! May I join in?”

“Play with her ass, elf, and leave my hole alone.” Rodolphus' voice was gruff.

“Yes, Master. Thank-you, Master!”

She felt Kreacher's tongue slobbering her ass cheeks as his fingers parted them, his fingers beginning to circle her puckered rosebud as he moistened her with his tongue, making the passage of his fingers easier. He began to finger fuck her, his juices from his previous fuck making her slick as his fingers mixed his saliva with his ejaculate. While Kreacher was at her ass, Bella got down to business with her newly shaved asvulva – she pulled open Hermione's inner lips and began to take long licks along her velvety petals, her nose tickling Hermione's clit as she did so; her tongue was light as a feather at times, at other times she pressed down hard as she licked, starting at Hermione's perineal area and ending at her clit. Hermione began to gasp each time Bella's tongue came in contact with her body, Rodolphus pulling her so that her back arched and she depended on him to keep her from falling, her whimpers of fear and arousal making him chuckle.

“I believe you are doing a fine job down there, dear. But, do work faster so we can move on.” He was anxious to get to his favorite activity with Mudblood captives even though he was enjoying himself at this time; Hermione wasn't screaming, crying, begging, or fighting them and he found it a nice change of pace from their usual slave sex.

“Oh, Rodolphus! We must prepare our slave for her punishment.” She finished licking and sucking at her husband's leavings and put her mouth around Hermione's clit as she began her assault on the hooded nub at the apex of Hermione's legs; Hermione stiffened immediately as she clutched at Rodolphus' arms, her toes going into points and her ass tightening around Kreacher's fingers as he continued to finger fuck her. Rodolphus moved down and sucked a nipple into his mouth as Hermione began to give out loud, high-pitched moans as she neared climax, her head thrown back as she gasped out her words.

“Ah! Oh, yes! Oh, Merlin! Oh, don't stop! Please, let me cum this time! Please! Ah....Ah.....Ah.....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh........No!” Just as she neared completion, both of the Lestranges pulled away from her, Rodolphus lifting her suddenly to a standing position as Bellatrix swatted at Kreacher to make him pull away from her. Hermione continued to clutch at Rodolphus, her head spinning from being brought into a standing position so quickly as she had begun to orgasm while her head was nearly upside down; her legs felt like jelly and he actually had to help her stay upright for a few moments so she didn't fall.

Bella stood up and got in Hermione's face, backing a confused and alarmed Hermione into her husband who moved his hands from her arms to around her waist before sliding his hands up to her breasts. Hermione could feel the taller man's chest hair on her upper back, his erection on her lower back, and felt the strength in his arms and hands – without thought, she compared Rodolphus' height to Sirius' and found them to be nearly identical. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend it was Sirius behind her, trying to find comfort now that things had suddenly become so frightening again – in her naivety, she had thought that they wouldn't harm her if she was pleasing them. They were about to educate her a bit.

“I told you, you are not to cum without permission, didn't I? Didn't I? And you have to be punished for cumming without permission while my husband was fucking you.” Her voice was hissed as she grabbed Hermione's hair and roughly pulled her towards the bed while Hermione began to cry in fear as well as pain. Rodolphus followed; he roughly grabbed one of her wrists with a vise-like grip and handcuffed her high onto the bed-post, forcing her to step up onto the foot-board as he did so, he then quickly grabbed her other wrist and did the same thing on the other post of the bed so that Hermione stood nearly spread-eagled, her back to the three of them as she strained to turn her head and look at them with fearful eyes. Rodolphus came behind her and reached around to grab her breasts while he kicked her feet out, his fully erect cock pushing against her gluteal cleft as he began to rock against her. Bellatrix crawled on the bed and came up on her knees in front of Hermione, her hands kneading the girl's breasts along with her husbands hands; she bent down and sucked the little pink points into her mouth as Rodolphus' penis began to push insistently on Hermione's ass while she tried to tighten her cheeks in fear.

“Rodophus, dear, I think we'll need to tie her legs to the bed for your better enjoyment.”

“You're right as usual, my dear.” Rodolphus grabbed a leg and cuffed it to a post, he then ran his hands up along her leg, rubbed her ass, then rubbed his hands down her other leg as he pulled it and cuffed it to the other post, her legs now spread far apart so that she was truly spread-eagled and powerless. Rodulphus stood behind Hermione again and licked her ear as he said, “You are very well-trained and well-proportioned, my dear. Both very exciting qualities in a sex slave.”

Hermione began to turn her head to look at him when Bella grabbed her chin and roughly turned her face towards her.

“You little slut, you fucked my husband right in front of me and came when I told you not to. Rodolphus is going to teach you your first lesson in what happens to a slave when they disobey their Masters, and when he's done, I get to have fun with you.” She began to kiss Hermione demandingly, giving Hermione no choice but to kiss back, their mouths working feverishly together before Bella pulled away. She straightened herself and shoved her tits in Hermione's face as she grabbed the girls head. Hermione looked at Bella's large nipples before her and opened her mouth so she could suck one in as Bella whispered, “That's it, little whore, that's it. Now you know what it's like, don't you? Suck it in further. Yesssssss.”

Hermione was confused by this, she had expected punishment, but instead was performing more sex acts? She was relieved as she took to her new task with enthusiasm and was glad to find that she actually liked sucking on another woman's breast. She swirled her tongue around Bella's peak, feeling the bumpy skin around it, before sucking it back into her mouth. Bella moaned when Hermione used her tongue on her nipple between sucks; she also found she could swirl her tongue around Bella's tip while it was in her mouth without breaking suction as well. She didn't know why, but Hermione found her own nipples feeling hot as she sucked Bella's, and they became maddeningly hard and tingly and she thought she'd go crazy if someone didn't grab them and maul them. She felt a strange, though pleasant, sinking sensation in her lower abdomen as she felt her juices coat her vagina and moisten her lips; her heart began to pitter-patter and her breathing quickened as she gave out several moans full of longing. She curved her tongue downward, leaving a valley for Bella's large, turgid areola to sit within as she sucked her deeply into her, feeling the hard point touching the back of her mouth as her jaw worked up and down with her suckling, much like an infants. She let go of the one nipple with a loud pop and moved to the other, sucking hungrily as Bella rubbed her head and played with her hair while she quietly cooed throatily, her head thrown back and her eyes closed as she enjoyed the girl's efforts.

Rodolphus watched the girl sucking his wifes nipples, smiling at the thought that this was the girl's first suckle and she seemed to be enjoying it – he almost felt sorry that he was about to ruin the experience. He brought his hands forward, intending to briefly play with her tits before starting her punishment but was surprised when the girl arched her back forcefully, shoving her tits into his hands and wriggling while giving out a loud, nearly shrieking moan without letting go of his wifes tit. He began to tug and yank on her as she continued to wriggle and moan, now pushing herself back against him, pulling Bella forward as she continued to suck her Mistress.

“Damn Bella, she really gets into sucking tit, doesn't she?”

“Oh, Merlin, Rodolphus! And she does it so well! Let her suck me awhile! Please!”

Rodolphus let Bella enjoy being sucked for a few minutes more as the girl went from one teet to the next, elongating his wifes nipples temptingly with her forceful mouthing while Bella panted through her first orgasm from suckling alone, crying out noisily; her hands struggled to keep from pulling too hard on Hermione's hair while her husband watched in amusement. Rodolphus continued to manhandle Hermione's tits, pulling on her nipples and massaging the fleshy part while pressing his erection against her back-end as she pushed and rubbed herself against him in return. Suddenly...

“Bella! I've got to fuck her! I can't hold back any longer!”

He slid his dick into Hermione's very wet and warm pussy, fucking her at a fast and furious pace as Hermione's body jerked a little each time his glans slammed into her cervix; he then pulled out and began to enter her back-passage as she initially welcomed his presence by bearing down onto him; however, he didn't carefully pump back and forth like Kreacher had done; instead, he began to shove into her roughly and didn't stop even though her inner barrier of muscle protested. Hermione felt her muscle tearing as she cried out in pain and tried to buck away from the man who held her hips in place tightly.

“No! No! Stop! Please, stop!” She cried as he relentlessly pushed into her while Bella slapped her into silence.

“This is your punishment! Take the pain and suck on my tits!” Once again, Bellatrix shoved her tits into Hermione's tear-stained face. Hermione grabbed at a nipple with trembling lips as she sucked though with far less enthusiasm than before, her ass a misery to her as Rodolphus continued to enter her. Once he had his shaft completely engulfed in her ass, he stopped to kiss his wife over Hermione's shoulder while he grabbed her tits and pawed them relentlessly; as they kissed he began to pump into her and fuck her hard while Hermione struggled to continue her sucking. Bella pulled Hermione's face up and began to kiss her mouth, enjoying swallowing the girls cries while her husband fucked her painfully until Rodolphus cried out, “Let her go! I want to hear her scream!” And scream she did as he grabbed her hips even harder and pounded into her ass with as much force as he could while Bella laughed shrilly, pulling on Hermione's nipples as the girl spasmed and pulled on the chains that held her to their bed.

Once done, Rodolpus told her what a great fuck she was as he kissed her neck tenderly while mauling her breasts before pulling away and climbing onto the bed, listening as Hermione's hiccupping cries slowly faded. He smiled as he crawled in front of her, his bloody dick hanging down limply. He came up on his knees, grabbed her hair, and kissed her; when she tried to pull away he slapped her saying, “You never pull away! Now kiss me like a good slave!” He brought his mouth down to hers and began kissing her roughly, forcing his tongue into her mouth as she struggled to reciprocate and kiss him back like he wanted while her tears slid down her face.

Schwooooop-cratah! Hermione heard the crack of a whip and it's sting on her back as she threw her head back from Rodolphus in the middle of the kiss and gave out a scream, reflexively arching her back.

“Oh dear, did that hurt?” Bella paused for a moment, allowing Hermione to absorb the artfully spoken words before she continued. “I told you I got to have fun with you after Rodolphus taught you your first lesson.” Bella's laugh surrounded her again. Hermione tried to turn her head and look at Bella but was unable to with Rodolphus holding her hair; she could feel his smile on her cheek as he kissed her lightly.

Schwooooop-cratah! Scream! Laugh! Schwooooop-cratah! Scream! Laugh!
Schwooooop-cratah! Scream! Laugh! Schwooooop-cratah! Scream! Laugh!

Hermione fought the chains as hard as she could while she screamed and begged for her Mistress to stop, but Bella continued on for many minutes, her shrill laugh punctuating each scream.

Schwooooop-cratah! Scream! Laugh! Schwooooop-cratah! Scream! Laugh!

All the while, Rodolphus watched as Hermione's tits jiggled before him, making a game of trying to suck a moving nipple into his mouth without stabilizing a tit with his hands; it was hard work to get a moving target in his mouth but he managed to suckle her a few times.

Bella finally tired of whipping Hermione and came up to the bleeding girl who now hung limply from the chains, crying desperately as Rodolphus calmly sucked on her nipples. How she loved to see her husband enjoying himself playing with their sex toys! She watched him, fascinated as always, for a few minutes as he lazily went from one pert nipple to the other, every once in a while putting a hand into the toys crotch to play, making the toy squirm and cry harder as his thumb circled her clit and his fingers entered her before removing them unceremoniously and licking his fingers clean, then going back to a tit.

“Rodolphus, give her another kiss.” He pulled away from Hermione's tit with a 'pop' and got onto his knees so he could kiss the girl for his wife, twisting a nipple a little to make the girl moan into his mouth. He put his hand in her hair and pulled her back so that they stared at each other a moment before kissing her again, forcing her to kiss him like a lover would. Again, he pulled her head back as he stared at her before kissing her again. When he pulled her head back yet again, he dropped his hands and told her to kiss him. She looked at him briefly before leaning forward and taking his mouth with her own, forcefully kissing him like a good girl as his wife watched with a critical eye.

“She is good at kissing, isn't she?” She watched them kiss for a little while longer, enjoying the sight of her husband enjoying their toy. “Rodolphus, dear, where do you keep the Stihealing potion? The one I like?” She eyed Hermione's bleeding back. “And, it looks like we may need some blood replenishing potion as well.” Idly, she reached forward and rubbed Hermione's baby bump, a thoughtful look on her face, before she reinspected the girls back.

Rodolphus pulled away from Hermione's mouth, her tongue still sticking out from where she had been licking him and crawled off the bed to get the potions his wife wanted. Bella reached out again, this time grabbing the girls nipple closest to her. He came back a short time later and handed two bottles to Bella. Bella put the blood replenishing potion bottle to Hermione's lips. “Drink, Toy, now.” Hermione drank it down without a fight, suddenly realizing she was very thirsty. She began to whimper as Bella walked behind her, out of her sight.

Suddenly, Hermione felt blinding pain on her back, it felt like stinging white-hot barbs shooting into her skin; she began to scream and struggle anew as Rodolphus continued his game of 'suck the moving nipple'. The stinging continued for several minutes before finally tapering off into a mild burning sensation. Bellatrix crawled onto the bed next to her husband as he continued to mouth Hermione's breasts.

“Did you like that, hon?” Rodolphus murmured his assent from Hermione's right breast. Bella looked at Hermione with a wicked smile on her face as she grabbed at Hermione's unused nipple and rolled it between her fingers while she pulled. “That, my dear girl, was my favorite Stihealing potion, you pour it on the skin and the skin heals without scarring, for the most part. Of course, it does sting and makes the person being healed dance around in severe pain, something I just love to watch. [Laugh] And, now, I get to heal your ass.” She pulled hard on Hermione's nipple before letting go, then poured the mustard yellow potion onto her hand, reached around Hermione, and shoved her fingers as hard as she could into the girl's asshole; her smile becoming bigger as Hermione arched her back and screamed while she corkscrewed her fingers inside the girls spasming ass. She reapplied the potion a second time, enjoying the girls response immensely. Finally, Hermione's cries became a sniffling hiccup. [2]

Bella's voice was sing-song as she informed Hermione, “See? All healed, now we can start *all over* again and have more fun, isn't that right, dear?”

Rodolphus looked up from the nipple he had sucked in his mouth and mumbled in agreement, he just wished his wife would get on with her fun and stop asking him questions. Bella crawled off the bed as Hermione begged her to stop, briefly becoming quiet when Rodolphus came up and kissed her roughly before going back to her tits once his wife began having her fun again. Kreacher climbed onto the bed and joined Rodolphus in his game, going for the other moving nipple.

Schwooooop-cratah! Scream! Laugh! Schwooooop-cratah! Scream! Laugh!

Bella whipped and healed Hermione a few more times before she became totally bored with the process and decided she wanted to do more to their slave. They unchained Hermione from the bed-posts and made her lay down, in between them, on the bed as she trembled and cried quietly, her shaking hands over her belly. They had her open her legs, slightly bent at the knees, then put their own over top of hers so that she was splayed open. Her bruised wrists were tied together tightly, the other end of the rope being tied securely to the headboard.

“Kreacher, get between her legs and begin tasting her.” Kreacher obliged without hesitation as the Lestranges watched for a few moments, both smiling when the girl closed her eyes and sighed loudly as the elf's long, undulating tongue speared into her slowly and his fingers began to dance around purposefully.

Hermione wanted to forget where she was and she tried to narrow her concentration to the place between her legs. She tried to forget that she had a husband and wife Death Eater team on either side of her, tormenting her. She tried to pretend that she was in her room with Kreacher between her legs while she waited for Sirius to come down and visit. She was almost successful, sighing as his tongue entered her and began to lightly touch her bruised cervix; he didn't seem to be as firm as he usually was, almost as if he sensed her insides were tender. She began to both relax and tense up as his fingers started to play with her knowingly, helping her to focus on what he was doing. Then, the Lestranges intruded upon her fantasy, ruining her concentration.

Bella looked down at Hermione, then leaned in to kiss her noisily. When she came up, Rodolphus kissed the slave as his wife nuzzled Hermione's neck before going back to kiss her when her husband moved away; the both of them roving her body with their hands, their hands overlapping at times, allowing their fingers to briefly intermingle. Despite her terror and discomfort, Hermione was tremendously aroused between what the Lestranges and Kreacher were doing to her, though she tried unsuccessfully to stop her body from responding to them. Her back and butt still stung, her wrists throbbed, and a deep ache had set up in her abdominal area from the pummeling she had received from Rodolphus; she could tell her whole body was going to be sore tomorrow from her struggles while being whipped and yet, despite all that, she was becoming sexually aroused - extremely aroused. On top of her physical worries, she was terribly upset, feeling as though she were somehow being unfaithful to Sirius; when she thought this, Bellatrix laughed loud and long, making Hermione blush. Rodolphus merely looked at Hermione with an amused expression on his face as he claimed her lips once again.

“Rodolphus, I feel the need to do something else.”

Rodolphus pulled away from kissing the slave so he could look at his wife. “What did you have in mind, Bella?”

Bellatrix kissed Hermione, then got up on all fours before crawling over Hermione, finally sitting on her face as Hermione gave out a squealed, “No!” while she tried to turn her face away. Bella grabbed Hermione's hair and yanked, making her turn her face upwards.

“Look at me, bitch.”

Hermione's teary, brown eyes looked up into Bella's dark, dry ones.

“Now, you have two choices. You can either make me cum, or you can suffocate. It's your choice.”

Hermione's eyes flicked from one Lestrange to the other; Kreacher, who was still working at her between her legs, completely forgotten.

“Hmmm, interesting, I didn't think that this would be such a difficult decision.” Bella lowered herself onto Hermione's face as she squealed again and began to cry. She felt Rodolphus continue to play with her tits while Kreacher continued munching on her below. Hermione closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out.

“Open your eyes.” Hermione complied as she sniffled, then gave a deep sigh through her tears. “Now, lick me and suck me into your mouth.”

Hermione tried to lift her head so she could do as she was told for a few minutes, her head dropping back several times as her neck muscles became fatigued before Bella helped her by twisting her fingers through her hair and pulling painfully. Hermione tried hard to target Bella's clit, hoping to make the woman cum quickly so her own suffering would be over, but Bella deliberately lifted herself up when she came close to orgasm in order to prolong the session of oral sex. Bella was gasping and moaning her pleasure noisily, twisting her hands painfully in Hermione's hair, telling her husband how much she liked their new toy and telling Hermione what to do with her mouth as she gyrated her hips; Hermione looked up and saw the older woman's tits bouncing above her and concentrated on them so that she didn't have to think about what she was doing.

Unconsciously at first, Hermione began to squirm her bottom away from Kreacher as she slowly became aware of her privates becoming sore due to his prolonged attempts to stimulate her once she had dried up, Bella's climbing on her face had frightened and disgusted her to the point of culpoxerosis. Any wetness Hermione may have had was now gone and all she could think of was being in her own bed, curled up in a ball, alone. After what seemed like ages to Hermione, Bella finally climaxed noisily, grinding her body down on Hermione so that she couldn't breathe until Bella climbed off her face; Hermione sucked in a single loud gasp of air through her mouth as she reared her head back and then continued to struggle to catch her breath through her nose after Rodolphus had begun kissing her almost as soon as his wife pulled away from her face. Tears in her eyes, Hermione did her best to clamp her mouth shut and twist her head away, prompting Rodolphus to slap her face and snarl, “I told you before, you don't turn away from me.” He snaked his right arm beneath her shoulder, cradled her head in his large hand while grabbing her chin roughly and snapping her face towards him; his mouth capturing her trembling lips in his own as he forced her to kiss him, Bella watching them thoughtfully as she lay down again while fingering Hermione's breast.

“Rodolphus, I want to watch you fuck her.”

Rodolphus pulled away from Hermione's lips as he stared into her eyes, taking in their color, a smile on his lips, his voice low as he replied, “With pleasure.” He brought his hand down to join his wife's as she played with Hermione's tit while he lowered himself to kiss their sex toy some more; he had never had a sex slave so deliciously responsive before and was enjoying himself immensely. Not only was she well-trained, but she was attractive, young, firm, and pregnant to boot. On top of all that was the fact that she was the best friend of their Master's nemesis, Harry Potter. And, best of all, his fellow Death Eaters would give their left nut to be in his place right now; he growled into his toy's mouth at the thought as his kiss deepened.

He wished that they could keep her, he'd chain her to the bed instead of putting her in the dungeon with the other captives; he'd allow her to sleep with them and they'd use her daily. He considered their dungeon captives to be disposable sex toys, but there was something about this one that made him want to keep her permanently, though he wasn't sure why he felt that way. He imagined parading her in front of Lucius Malfoy and some of the other high profile Death Eaters and seeing their eyes pop out at the sight of her. He had just begun to imagine Lucius using her when his wifes shrill voice brought him back from his fantasy, cutting into his thoughts like a knife, and prompting him to break his kiss with the Mudblood; he nibbled on Hermione's neck as he listened to what his wife had to say, feeling the girl respond to his attentions as well as to his wife's request.

“And, after you're done fucking the shit out of her, let's call for the house elves. All right, darling? Kreacher could direct them while we watch. Then we could join in if there's time.”

“Whatever you say, my dear. But don't forget about using your strap-on, I really wanted to watch that.” Rodolphus put his foot on Kreacher's head and shoved him roughly off the bed as he climbed on top of Hermione, noting the tears in the girl's bewildered eyes. He felt between her legs with his hand, expecting to feel her slippery wetness but was greeted with her dry tissues instead. “Fuck, Bella, she's bone dry! You know how I hate fucking dry cunt, I might as well fuck sandpaper.”

“You have your knife from that Muggle we played with last month, don't you? The one you called a switchblade? Use it on her, you know her blood will lube you nicely.” Bella watched Hermione's response closely as she said this; a wide, patulous smile gracing her face as alarm spread across the girls face.

Hermione quickly looked down towards Rodolphus' hands and began to kick at him when she heard the click of the blade opening and saw the flash of silver, her screams of panic bouncing off the walls. She knew it was useless, knew it would anger them and they would cause her more harm, knew they would cause her more pain, but she couldn't keep herself from fighting frantically. She twisted her body and curled herself up as she pulled her arms down, trying to get herself onto her knees before her body exploded in pain and her screams changed from fear to agony. When the Cruciatus was lifted, she lay on the bed panting as Bella grabbed her hair and yanked, hard.

“I do believe you have forgotten who your Masters are, haven't you, bitch?”

Hermione began to cry in earnest as she was pulled down and forced onto her back, her legs charmed in place as her blood intermingled with Rodolphus' body fluids while he lay on her heavily, panting as his excitement grew until he shot his load into her while she practically convulsed in pain, his penis pounding her cervix and rasping her sliced vaginal muscles raw while his wife giggled with glee at the girl's suffering.

Kreacher watched his slave being tormented while he stood at the foot of the bed, wringing his hands, not sure he was happy with how events were progressing but powerless to stop it. He had no idea the Master's he adored would hurt his sex slave so much and, for the first time, felt the unfamiliar and unwelcome desire to protect her from harm clash with his desire to please his beloved Master's.

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Authors notes, you may freely skip:

Death Eaters aren't nice people, are they? I debated on whether to allude to the torment they would inflict upon Hermione or to get graphic – obviously, I decided to be graphic. I do believe that any possible later torments won't have to be so detailed in order to get the point across.
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I have no idea if the Lestranges would be like this, the books don't give you much information other than Bella is unbalanced and actually in love with Voldemort. So, of course, I took major artistic license and had them be a sexual predator type of married couple to make the story work. So many other fanfics do the same thing and it's hard not to think of them being that way once you've begun to read fanfic. Maybe I'll go reread the series again to get myself 'canonized'. *smile* Anyway, sex is used for torture, we all know that, so having the Lestranges or other Death Eaters use sex like this probably isn't too far from canon (though JKR didn't get this graphic about it since it was a children's book series).
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[1] Remember that in Chapter 8, Sirius was applying the healing paste that made the muscles of her anus and vagina spasm and tighten to a near virgin state. Ahem, wouldn't that be nice if we had that paste in real life?
[2] This potion is specifically made to cause extreme pain as it heals. Stihealing is short for stinging-healing. It also healed Hermione's torn anal muscle (it's magic, don't you know?). Oh, by the way, you have two sets of anal sphincters – one you can consciously relax, the other you cannot and, when having anal sex, the partner entering must wait for the inner sphincter to relax or they will cause it to tear – just like what Rodolphus did to Hermione.
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Links (of course):
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sphincter_ani_externus_muscle
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sphincter_ani_internus
http://www.analcancerinfo.ucsf.edu/screening/anatomy.html

I know this is really tacky of me, but on this image:
http://www.biomedical-engineering-online.com/content/4/1/19/figure/F5
doesn't it look like there is a face where the persons anus is supposed to be? Especially picture B?
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And, since we are talking about the anal sphincter and sex, let me mention that if you EVER put anything up your butt (or have someone else do so), make sure that (number 1) it isn't glass or anything breakable, that (number 2) it doesn't have any sharp edges, and (number 3) that it has a flared edge on the end of it to keep the item from getting sucked into the rectum. I'm a nurse and have had the embarrassing situation of having to care for people who had to have surgery performed to retrieve items lost in the rectum that would not come back out naturally. Let's just say that a vibrating dildo gets painful after a while. One man had salad tongs up inside of him (I didn't ask why he was using salad tongs down there!). And, BTW, no-one will believe you if you say you fell on the bottle of shampoo while in the shower so don't use that excuse – and don't use a bottle of shampoo in that region either. Remember, flared-end for the back-end!
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I'm not sure of Rodolphus Lestranges birth date, but Bella was born in 1951 so I'm assuming he is near the same age as her, or a little older. Therefore, during this chapter, he is between 55-60 years in age. Um, wasn't Sirius comparing himself to a dried-up 60 year old in a previous chapter? Obviously, not all 60 year olds are dried up masses of wrinkles!
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Next chapter deals with Hermione's emotional response to the torture by the Lestranges as well as Kreacher's response. How does Sirius respond to Hermione? Does he help her or does he follow Kreacher's night-time teaching? Hermione reveals something to Sirius he does not expect.

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