The Will to Power
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
9,383
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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ACT IV -All Paths Lead to Hell, All Paths Stream from Hell
Title: Will to Power: ACT IV -All Paths Lead to Hell, All Paths Stream from Hell
Author: Supersonic Bitch
Pairing: Bellatrix/Hermione
Summary: It's playtime! Get your knives and Mudbloods!
Rating: NC-17
EnticementsWarnings: AU, dark!fic, torture, mutilation, non-con, bloodsports, chan, femmeslash. Might be considered disturbing.
Word count: 518
(A/N: The subtitle -and some inspiration- snatched again from Diabolos Rising's song "Sadism Unbound". Bloody Hell I had fun with this little monster. Epic thanks to The Real Luciusmistress for betaing and weird shit. As always, feedback is highly appreciated.)
Will to Power: ACT IV -All Paths Lead to Hell, All Paths Stream from Hell
Sharp footsteps against the obsidian mosaic. Bellatrix walked closer to Hermione's body, curled on the stone floor in foetal position. The Pure-blood witch had prepared to celebrate her private party. Dressed up in all black, she was sinister, insane, perfect. A velvet dress adorned with lace, high heels and a corset outlining her perfect hourglass figure.
"How desperate you are, trying to get me angry. Typical from a Gryffinwhore, too bad it just makes me hungry."
She knelt on the floor, cradling Hermione's head on her lap, running the knife along her tear-stained cheeks, careful to not break the skin -yet.
With a smirk as sharp as the blade, the Pureblood slid the knife between Hermione's lips and cut her mouth wider, curling the blade upwards, creating a morbid parody of a smile. Pretty. The Muggle-born girl let out animal-like shrieks that were half pain and half fear. Little streams of blood merged with her tears and flowed down, red droplets falling softly down her jaw to her breasts.
"Such a beautiful scream of joy, I wouldn't have liked a sad face on my toy."
Bellatrix removed the knife from Hermione's mouth, moving the blade on her right nipple. The sensation of cold metal made the nub of flesh harden like a cruel parody of arousal. The Death Eater laughed softly and cut the nipple in half. Her left breast, blood and fat tissue flowed out of the wound. The girl was babbling.
"Scindio."
The remains of Hermione's clothes were torn away. Even through the haze of pain and mind-numbing fear she could feel Bellatrix's eyes on her skin, the mixture of loathing and lust.
"While there's nothing in you that could be called pure, you still blush like a virgin, that is for sure."
"Wingardium Leviosa."
The hem of her dress rose to her waist, baring slender legs covered with black stockings, pale and so long that they seemed to go on forever until Hermione's eyes -now glassy with dull fear- met Bellatrix's shaved cunt.
The black-haired witch sat on Hermione's face with a graceful movement. The girl bit as hard as she could -but her teeth were soft. Bellatrix let out feline mewls and moans.
"Ahh... not familiar with Jellyteeth jinx? Too bad, so sad, Mudblood minx."
She reached for Hermione's labia with the knife, cutting it off slowly and delicately like a professional surgeon. Then her clitoris, Bellatrix sliced it away bit by bit, grinding the little shreds of meat into the opened wounds inside her cunt. Bellatrix's sing-song voice added a morbid contrast to the mutilation.
"Bits and pieces of meat lost forever. Little Hermione healed? Oh no, never."
A Dark curse kept Hermione conscious, her inhuman voice of agony muffled by Bellatrix's cunt and she heard the black-haired witch's moans, multiple orgasms through torture. She screamed and wailed until there was only a silent plea for death.
Bellatrix's climax was beyond violent, all-consuming darkness and blinding light flashing through every fibre of her body. On the verge of drifting into blessed delirium, she let the curse wane and granted unconsciousness for her toy.
-to be continued... -
Author: Supersonic Bitch
Pairing: Bellatrix/Hermione
Summary: It's playtime! Get your knives and Mudbloods!
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 518
(A/N: The subtitle -and some inspiration- snatched again from Diabolos Rising's song "Sadism Unbound". Bloody Hell I had fun with this little monster. Epic thanks to The Real Luciusmistress for betaing and weird shit. As always, feedback is highly appreciated.)
Sharp footsteps against the obsidian mosaic. Bellatrix walked closer to Hermione's body, curled on the stone floor in foetal position. The Pure-blood witch had prepared to celebrate her private party. Dressed up in all black, she was sinister, insane, perfect. A velvet dress adorned with lace, high heels and a corset outlining her perfect hourglass figure.
"How desperate you are, trying to get me angry. Typical from a Gryffinwhore, too bad it just makes me hungry."
She knelt on the floor, cradling Hermione's head on her lap, running the knife along her tear-stained cheeks, careful to not break the skin -yet.
With a smirk as sharp as the blade, the Pureblood slid the knife between Hermione's lips and cut her mouth wider, curling the blade upwards, creating a morbid parody of a smile. Pretty. The Muggle-born girl let out animal-like shrieks that were half pain and half fear. Little streams of blood merged with her tears and flowed down, red droplets falling softly down her jaw to her breasts.
"Such a beautiful scream of joy, I wouldn't have liked a sad face on my toy."
Bellatrix removed the knife from Hermione's mouth, moving the blade on her right nipple. The sensation of cold metal made the nub of flesh harden like a cruel parody of arousal. The Death Eater laughed softly and cut the nipple in half. Her left breast, blood and fat tissue flowed out of the wound. The girl was babbling.
"Scindio."
The remains of Hermione's clothes were torn away. Even through the haze of pain and mind-numbing fear she could feel Bellatrix's eyes on her skin, the mixture of loathing and lust.
"While there's nothing in you that could be called pure, you still blush like a virgin, that is for sure."
"Wingardium Leviosa."
The hem of her dress rose to her waist, baring slender legs covered with black stockings, pale and so long that they seemed to go on forever until Hermione's eyes -now glassy with dull fear- met Bellatrix's shaved cunt.
The black-haired witch sat on Hermione's face with a graceful movement. The girl bit as hard as she could -but her teeth were soft. Bellatrix let out feline mewls and moans.
"Ahh... not familiar with Jellyteeth jinx? Too bad, so sad, Mudblood minx."
She reached for Hermione's labia with the knife, cutting it off slowly and delicately like a professional surgeon. Then her clitoris, Bellatrix sliced it away bit by bit, grinding the little shreds of meat into the opened wounds inside her cunt. Bellatrix's sing-song voice added a morbid contrast to the mutilation.
"Bits and pieces of meat lost forever. Little Hermione healed? Oh no, never."
A Dark curse kept Hermione conscious, her inhuman voice of agony muffled by Bellatrix's cunt and she heard the black-haired witch's moans, multiple orgasms through torture. She screamed and wailed until there was only a silent plea for death.
Bellatrix's climax was beyond violent, all-consuming darkness and blinding light flashing through every fibre of her body. On the verge of drifting into blessed delirium, she let the curse wane and granted unconsciousness for her toy.
-to be continued... -