Punishment?

Lucius undid his belt and pants in a smooth motion, though before ridding himself of them completely he turned to Voldemort.

“My lord, this is for your enjoyment and I wonder which kind of screams you would desire more?”

Voldemort surveyed Hermione intently.

“I think, Lucius, that for the purpose of this exhibit, I agree with your earlier statement, pleasuring the mudblood will leave her more broken then any pain ever could.”

“Yes my lord, imagine such a high and mighty mudblood craving to be ravaged by a death eater, we shall have to make sure she doesn’t kill herself before we can.” Hermione was horrified by this statement, knowing it could be true. But the pride in the voice of Lucius’ wife was more disconcerting. Lucius acknowledged her with a smile and a bow, before standing atop of the stone platform directly above Hermione and removing his pants. Her eyes bulged as the immense cock was freed, it would never EVER fit inside of anything on her body.

“Come now, don’t look so concerned, it will feel so natural inside you that you will feel empty without it.” Lucius smiled, though there was only his cruel charm in it. He knelt in his previous position between her legs and began to stoke, suck, nibble and tickle as before, and once again Hermione was on fire with humiliation and arousal. He began to kiss her again and the feeling of his practiced tongue in her mouth and his silky hair on her breasts was too much.

“Fu-” Hermione’s eyes widened as she realized what she had almost said, she hoped Lucius wouldn’t notice but the slickness of his thigh, her shallow pants and flushed face told the story anyway.

“An invitation?” Lucius’ eyes widened with shock and an egotistical smirk spread across his face. Hermione felt she would burst unless he thrust into her immediately and so nodded, hating herself furiously as she did. While Lucius returned to kissing her, she felt his hands on her hips lifting her up, and her stomach suddenly flipped as something large and hard was placed at her entrance. Without so much as a pause in the tongue action, he began to slide gently into her. She felt stretched and the pain was intense, but suddenly he seemed to pass some barrier and she felt wonderfully full. Lucius began to thrust in and out, kneading her breast and devouring her mouth. Hermione was disgusted as she realized she was thrusting back, that her mouth was moving, begging him to push harder, faster. And he did. It was mere minutes before Hermione forgot she was surrounded by death eaters and being raped by one and was screaming in lust. Lucius was working furiously and she clung to his neck so he could push deeper and deeper. Finally she felt him stiffen and delicious warm cum coated her insides. It was too much, and with a noise somewhere between a moan and a scream she came. Panting, she clung to him, willing him to stay inside her forever. But he coolly untangled himself from her and pulled out, cleaning up and dressing. Hermione was abruptly brought back to the present and realized the death eaters were all screaming and cheering, the shame caught up with her so rapidly she rolled over and threw up, then began shaking and uncontrollably sobbing. They were right, she had enjoyed it, she wanted more every day and every night, and it was this knowledge that hurt her more than any other torture ever could.



Well, this could be the last chapter I suppose, but I was thinking of adding a more torture-y kind of one, still with Lucius...



Thanks for the review Marketa, hope this was quick enough for you!