Punishment?

Lucius stood topless in front of Hermione. Her restrictive chains had been replaced with those that allowed a little more mobility. Ever the exhibitionist, Lucius smiled and raised his voice so the whole hall could hear.
“Well, my young mudblood, shall we see whether you are as much as a slut as the rest of your kind.”
He smirked, and the memories of thousands of tortured mudbloods sent a rush of blood to his groin. Hermione could not miss this from her position on the stone table, and tried to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. Without warning, Lucius bowed down at the table and thrust a finger inside of her. She almost screamed, but managed to reduce it to a barely audible whimper.
“Hmm....” Lucius smiled. “We have a virgin! Tight as an eight-year-old.” The crowd seemed to close in as they moved forwards on their seats.
“Now I wonder, what would you hate more, your precious virginity to be taken so painfully that you'll be unable to let another man ever touch you?” He paused and thrust two more fingers in, causing her to writhe and tears to spring to her eyes. “Or, for you to enjoy it so much, that you can't help yourself wanting more?”
She was disgusted at the thought of this and knew, by far, which one would be worse.
“Maybe a little pain and, well, a lot of pleasure?” Lucius smiled and removed the chains completely. Knowing that to make any move would prove more disastrous, she stayed completely still. Lucius gently slid a hand up along her inner thigh, spreading her legs enough to kneel between them. And gently, gently leaned towards her untill his long blonde hair hung around his shoulders and tickled her breasts. The chill in the dungeon had not been enough to fully harden them and she stiffened as the arousal began to spread downwards as well. She felt like throwing up, she wanted to purge herself of this disgusting feeling. Lucius felt a slight wetness on his thigh, which he had rested gently between her legs.
“Already? I suppose it will be no challenge to get you cumming like a Knockturn Alley whore.”
Hermione blushed and suppressed more tears. The shame of knowing that he had yet to touch her and she was already like a cat on heat almost consumed her. She closed her eyes, trying to block it all out, and felt the hair sweeping upwards and a mouth was planted firmly on hers. This was too much, too intimate, she could deal with rape, but this... she never expected him to kiss her.
Try as she might to keep the disgust, he was a practiced and effective kisser. He flicked his tongue against her lips and gently bit down, nibbling and sucking until she almost brought her tongue out to meet his. Horrified that she almost had, she quickly shut her mouth, Lucius knew what was happening and chuckled, the vibrations seeming to travel through her whole body. Despite her best efforts, her lips parted when his tongue ran against them, and he began to explore her mouth. The knowledge that she had let him in, was too much and those tears began to flow freely. Excited hoots and whistles filled the dungeon.
“Lucius, I believe you've broken your own record.” Voldemort was staring intently at Hermione's tear stained face.
She began to sob as Lucius, instead of roughly brushing the tears aside, lowered his tongue and gently licked them up. His hands which had been idle so far, began to work, tracing her nipple, gently brushing the tip with his thumb. Hermione moaned. Her breath caught in her chest as she realised she had actually moaned while being raped by a deatheater. Lucius ran his fingernails down her side and began massaging one of her buttcheeks with one hand, gently squeezing and tickling. She feared that she would cum before he had even really touched her groin, and began desperately fighting the arousal within her. Lucius smiled and took his mouth away from her chest where he had been licking and sucking her nipple.
“I think.” He addressed the assembled death eaters, “It is time for the main act.”