Saving Hermione

And now for the thing everyone has been waiting for.
A/N: the techniques descriped herein are not recommended for use by amatures. They are not endorsed nor encourged by the author, nor are condemned. They are however unsafe if done by someone ignorant or foolhardy, though are dangerous at all times.



\"It\'s Saturday... No one will miss us.\" With a playfully leecherous grin on his face, Severus held his hand out to Miss Granger, inviting her to take it and decsend back into the room with the oil-slick floor.

She smiled back at him, albeit a bit nervously, and took his hand. She looked back over her shoulder to Draco, offering him her other hand. She needed and wanted this, but she couldn\'t do it alone. He seemed to understand, or atleast that was her explaination, for he took her hand too.The unexpected trio made their way down into the bowels of the room.

Severus led her to the wall that hed all the manacles attached to it. One particular set was attached to a cranking system. It was to this one which he took her. With serious eyes burning out of his face he asked, \"Are you sure that this is what you want? If we start, there is no turning back.\"

\"I\'m sure.\" Hermione looked up at her potions teacher with trusting eyes. She had finally let down the wall she had built up, separating her from the rest of the world. She was trusting him with her body, her mind, her honour, her virginity... All the things she had left. She felt Draco come up behind her to wrap his arms around her slim waist, holding her. His chin rested on her shoulder, allowing him to see Snape from her point of view.

Severus smiled at them, thinking of how they would have made a gorgeous couple if they had gotten together. With that thought in his mind and a soft smile on his lips, he began to lay out the rules. \"I know you are new to this, so I\'ll explain the basics. You can tell me the specifics of what you won\'t allow, but that\'s pretty much it. Anything else is fair game. Once the session is underway, if things get too intense, there are safe words you can use to stop or slow down. I personally use the ones popular in the Muggle BDSM scene, red for stop immediately and yellow for slow down if it\'s a bit too much. Other than that, I\'m in command, you do what I say. If you start screaming and begging me to stop, I won\'t unless you use one of the safe words. Understand?\"

Strangely, the girl was grinning like a maniac. \"Severus, I can garuntee you right now, I will set no limits and I probably won\'t use the safe words. I was beaten and tortured by Death Eaters, men extreamly proficient at it. If they didn\'t get me to crack, I doubt you will. Besides, I\'m not here for the fun of it, well maybe a bit. I\'m here cause I need and want to be punished. I\'m not being punished if I have any control over the situation, now am I?\" She sounded so cool and logical, while talking about torture, mutilation, and trusting her body to a man she knew would be hurting her, making her bleed.

Draco was a bit shocked with how casual she was with it, and how submissive she was saying she would be. Snape meerly raised his eyebrow in skepticism. \"Strip for us. Give us a bit of a show, Hermione.\" He conjured up two nicely padded wing chairs for Draco and he to sit in and watch her from.

She raised an eyebrow at him, slightly mocking of his penchant for the action. She took a few steps back from them, standing on the strange black rock of the floor. She knew that this was a test, to see how far she was willing to go, to see if she could really be intimate with the two of them. With a bit of wandless magic she did a slight enchantment to create some music. A hard bass line with some follow up guitar issued forth from nowhere.

She began to sway her hips to the beat, moving her pelvis in circles and figure eights. She lifted her hands to the over robe of her uniform, slowly sliding it off of her shoulders as she turned her back to them. She gave a quick wink as it slipped off and down to the floor. She turned back to them and slowly began to unbutton her blouse, her adroit fingers undoing the the closures, leading their eyes down her body past her breasts. She lifted the shirt form the waistband of her skirt, and slid that off too. Surprise of all surprises, Hermione was wearing Slytherin style underwear! Her bra was a meer scrap of balck satin and brilliant green lace.

She smiled seductively at them, moving to stand infront of the older man. She lifted her left leg and placed her foot between his thighs, parelously close to his aroused genitals, resting it on the edge of the chair. She bent foreward to unzip the knee-high heeled boots she had been wearing, giving him an excellent view of her cleavage and down into her bra. Once that shoe was off, she put her other foot in the same place, but between Draco\'s legs. Soon she was dancing again, clad only in her underwear and skirt.

Her eyes closed as her hands began caressing her neck and shoulders, moving down to cup her breasts, then slide across her stomach before hooking her fingers onto the top of her skirt. She undid the clasp and let it fall to the floor, so that she could dance about, clad only in her skimpy Slytherin matching underwear set. The music faded away as she slowed her movements and finally haulted her dance, to stand before the two aroused men.

\"How was that? Did I pass? Will you take me now? Will you make me bleed? Make me scream?\" She stalked to them and smiled, looking rather fey and feral.

Severus simply stood and he was able to press himself to her, showing how closely she had come to where he sat. Within the blink of an eye, he had his arm around her waist, roughly pressing her up to him so that not a gap existed between them from chest to knees. \"Stop playing. Now it\'s our turn to have fun.\" She gasped at the closeness, and the scent of him. He smelled like cinnamon and chocolate. Her eyes closed as she half swooned into his arms. He caught her, and looked over her bent head to his partner-in-crime, grinning at her reaction to him.

Before she was able to fully recover, the two men had her wrists chained to the intriguing cranking system. By turning a simple wheel, Snape was able to take all the slack out of her chains, drawing her up onto the balls of her feet, tension caused from her own wieght being slightly suspended thruming down her spine.

When Hermione became fully aware again, she noticed the soft whisper of fingers over her shoulders, the subtle trailing of nails down her spine. She was able to catch the sweet scent of cinnamon as Severus leaned in close to whisper, \"You are ours now. Remember the safe words, I won\'t stop else.\" He continued to tease her, letting her feel his capability for violence, but not touching her with anything but the most gentle of caresses.

While his hands danced along her body, Draco was busy picking out a flogger. Though Hermione had seemed fully prepared to be beaten into a pulp, he thought it best to slowly break her into the art of pain. He chose a lightweight unknotted deerskin flogger, then picked up a small leather crop, just in case he was wrong and she could take more. After presenting his choices to Severus, he revieved a nod and smile for his caution.

The darker man turned back to the now helpless and nearly naked girl. He placed a gentle kiss at the nape of her neck, softly biting into the flesh over the top of her spine. His deft fingers made quick work of the clasp of her bra, before sliding his hands around to palm her breasts through the lacy fabric. With a whisper of wandless magic, the straps of the bra were neatly sliced, allowing the slightly concealing garment to fall to the floor. His hands hovered just above her flesh, allowing Hermione to feel the wramth radiating from his hands, but not his hands themselves.

She let loose a contented sigh when they finally came to rest on her flushed and aroused flesh, her puckered nipples fairly stabbing into his palms. His hot, sweet breath whispered past her ear saying, \"Do you know how beautiful you are? Like some wild, fey creature that I have finally coaxed out of hiding. Do you know how long I have waited for you to come to me? Merlin help us...\" He placed a small bite on her earlobe before kneeling to gently drag her underwear down her thighs to her ankles, and then discarding them. His face was perfectly postioned to quickly smell the womanly scent of her before pulling away to turn to Draco, motioning for him to hand over the flogger.

\"Draco has always before been in your postion, Hermione. I would like for him to see things form my point of view. You don\'t mind do you?\" he asked her silkily, almost sounding like the man he was outside of this room. He knew he was driving her insane with anticipation. Very casually he brushed the tips of the tails of the flogger over her shoulders and back, watching her shiver and moan.

\"Whatever you want Severus. Whatever you want.\" Her head fell back as she arched her spine, seeking to feel more contact with the toy about to be used on her. Shivers had run the length of her spine, going all the way down to her toes when she felt the cool, slightly fuzzy object brush against her. They were soon to find out that one of her major erogenous zones was her back. The lightest touch could send her into a dicotemy of lust and fear.

With a smile, he potioned himself slightly to her side, and began to slap the tails of the flogger against her flesh. He squarely hit her shoulders with every flick of his wrist. It was more of a warm thud than a sharp sting, like the difference between the pain of a slap and the pain of a pinch. None the less, it sent her into mild shudders as her eyes rolled back into her head. This was what she needed, what she wanted. She smiled and sighed as she slowly slipped into a trance-like state, feeling the thudding against her shoulders and buttocks, but not noticing it. She felt warm and tingly and more than slightly aroused. All three of them could smell her excitement, and it brought pleased grins to the faces of her men.

With a few hard smacks against her bottom, Hermione was unable to continue to hide her emotions. She felt the tears begin to trickle down her face, though she tried to hold them back. In the end, she gave up all pretenses, submitting completely. Her glamours fell, revealing all her scars, mental and physical to her men.

She heard a sharp indrawn breath from Draco, and an appreciative sigh from Severus. They were only able to see the scars from her previous whippings, criss-crossing her shoulders, spine and back, her bottom and even the tops of her thighs. The lines were delicate and fine, pale gleaming white in the light of the candles. The scars were hair thin, but the original wounds had been deep and bloody.

But to the men\'s surprise, and Hermione\'s pleasure, she did not cry for mercy once. Only occassionally would a soft moan or sigh escape her lips, though her tears did flow.

Once the skin all across her shoulders and bottom was a nice cherry red, almost like a sunburn, Severus stopped. \"Draco, I hope you took notes on how I handled the toy. I will expect you to remember the nice wrist flick and the lack of shoulder movement.\" He traded the flogger for the crop Draco had held all through the Gryffindor girl\'s gentle beating.

It was stiff for most of it\'s length, made of hardened leather, with a long supple tip that would produce a nice sting if used properly. He gave it a few swishes through the air, partly to test the feel of it, and partly to warn Hermione as to the change in toys. It made a nice swooshing sound as it cut the air, ending in a precise snap.

He stepped close to the helpless and naked girl, again running the tip of it against her body. She sighed and then groaned when it hit a particularly smarting spot. His nails dragged against her skin, leaving red furrows in their wake, drawing moans and soft convulsions from her. With a light kiss on her ear, he stepped back to stand by Draco, and pashed him the crop. He motioned for the younger man to use it on the girl, to his shock.

With a shaky smile he stepped forward, understanding that Severus wanted the switch in roles to remain secret. Draco understood the techniques behind the crop better than the flogger, so was more confident in his abilities than he would have been with the other toy. He stood directly behind her, and again dragged the tip of it down the middle of her back, following her spin. He drew his hand back to his chest and with light flicks of his wrist, set red lines to stinging on her backside. She gasped sharply at this newer, sharper pain. This was more harsh, had more of a bite in it.

The lines were soon patterned all across her bum, and Draco was forced to stop. All through his ministrations, he had been humming slightly, a tune he didn\'t know the words to, but found quite catchy. He kept time to it, landing his blows squarely and mercilessly. Finally, when a checkered design appeard, he stopped. He handed the implement to Severus, before wrapping his arms around Hermione\'s waist, pressing his body and irritating clothes up against her tender and abused flesh. He placed gently lisses all across her shoulders and neck, waiting for the potions master to loosen her chians, readying himself to catch her limp and relaxed body.

When she slumped into his arms, a dreamy look in her eyes and a contented smile on her face, Draco scooped her up into his embrace with an arm around her waist and one under her knees. He took her to the \'scene\' form the harliquen novel, laying her face down on the bed so that her men may tend to her wounds. They sat on either side of her and smeared creams and ungents on her skin, massaging them into her abused muscles. Her delicate snores drifted up to them, alerting them to her laps into sleep. They smiled at each other before beginning talk about what they would do to her for the rest of the day. They had only beaten her for and hour or two, and it was only around nine or ten o\'clock on Saturday. They had the rest of the weekend to \'party\' as she had put it.

Hehehe...... Like\'d this did you? So far, this was the anticipated end, though Hermione is not \'saved\' yet, just on the road in the right direction. Would anyone like a sequal/continuation? Review and tell me.