To The Devil's Doorstep

Disclaimer: JKR owns all these wonderful characters. I’m just playing with for a little bit.

Chapter Five
First Look at the Dungeons

Hermione stood there for a moment after Lucius left the room. She had never been violated before. She shook from head to toe, then rushed into the loo. There she rinsed her mouth out numerous times, brushing her teeth until her gums nearly bled. It wasn’t the taste that she despised; it was the thought of him taking her that way.

When she was finally satisfied that she was clean of his presence, she flung herself on the pitifully small bed. She had no wand, so could perform no magic to make the dismal room any better. How much worse was this situation going to get for her, she wondered for what felt like the hundredth time.

‘OK Hermione, you can handle this.’ she told herself sternly.

When she finally composed herself, she rose and entered the loo again, this time to take a long hot shower. She had learned in her seventh year at Hogwarts how to effectually empty her mind without the use of a pensieve. She needed to do it occasionally, just because her mind had a tendency to never stop and that could drive anyone insane.

She left the shower and wrapped a rough towel around her. Gods, couldn’t they at least give her decent towels? Guess not. She dried herself with the sandpaper towel and opened up the wardrobe. Sighing she took out her ‘uniform’. That was a laugh. It looked like a twisted muggle Halloween costume. She quickly dressed in the atrocity and looked at herself in the paltry mirror over a spindly-legged table.

Hmmm, she didn’t look too bad in it, but she felt absolutely ridiculous. She looked around for the clothes she had discarded before her shower. They were nowhere to be found. What was she to wear on her feet? She opened up the wardrobe again and lo and behold, there were a pair of spiked black stilettos. She usually preferred sandals or her trainers but obviously she didn’t have free choice anymore. And she had worn heels before, so she knew she at least wouldn’t fall over and break her ankle.

Once she was dressed completely, she sat on her bed waiting for what she didn’t know. To be summoned? Yes, she figured that was what would happen eventually. While she was sitting there pondering when the summons would come, she heard a popping noise. She looked around and saw Harkey standing to the side of her bed.

“Oh hello, Harkey.” Hermione said.

“Hellos Miss. The Masters’ is wanting you to come back to the study as long as you is in your uniform Miss. Is you ready Miss?” Harkey replied.

“Yes Harkey. I am as ready as I will ever be I think.”

Harkey led the way from the lower levels of the manor back up to the study. He kept sneaking looks back at the Miss. He didn’t want to think what the Masters would do to her. But Harkey couldn’t help her, he was bound to his Masters and he wouldn’t disgrace his family. At the door to the study Harkey turned to look at the Miss. The Miss was stronger than Harkey had thought at first. She might be ok on her own. He turned the knob on the study door and let Hermione in.

Lucius and Draco turned to look at the intrusion in their life that was Hermione Granger. Well, maybe intrusion was too strong a word. They both appraised her uniform and all that shown of what was underneath it. Draco immediately felt his trousers begin to tent under his robes. The hatred in his eyes that she was sure she had seen earlier was completely removed. Draco’s steel-gray eyes were hooded with pure unadulterated lust.

Lucius noticed the lust in his only son’s eyes also. Well, he had partaken of Miss Granger earlier but he wasn’t sure that was enough for him. He wanted to take her completely before turning her over to his son. Now he only had to figure out a way to keep Draco away long enough for him to fuck their new toy. By the look in Draco’s eyes he could jump on the witch at a moment’s notice, the lust was so strong.

At that moment, another house elf, not Harkey, knocked on the study door. He came to announce that Misters Crabbe and Goyle were there to see the young master. Draco stood and sidled up to Hermione.

“I would like to see you this evening after dinner mudblood, to give you some of your orders.” Draco said with a hint of menace. He then left to meet his friends. Leaving Hermione alone with Lucius again.

“Was there something you wanted Sir?” Hermione asked.

“Yes Miss Granger, I would like to show you the dungeons you will be cleaning. I hope now is an acceptable time for you.” Lucius replied.

“Please let me lead the way. You will find they are very close to your living quarters. I thought that might be easier for you.” he said.

“Thank you Sir.” Hermione was a quick study and she didn’t think that she would forget saying sir to him anytime soon. She didn’t want a replay from earlier.

“This shall be the first of many dungeons that you will be cleaning Miss Granger.”

He led her into a large room that was obviously used for various degrees of torture. There was a table in the center of the room with straps for the wrists and ankles. There were iron shackles on the far wall. Those made her shudder. On the other side of the room was a padded bench next to a table. She looked at the table and saw various whips and paddles and floggers. Oh Gods, what happened in this room? No, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know and was quite glad walls couldn’t talk.

She turned to look at Lucius and said, “So I will be cleaning the dungeons without the help of magic. How many rooms are there in the dungeons Sir.”

“Miss Granger, please believe when I tell you that this room is but the tip of the iceberg, so to speak.”

“Where will I find the cleaning supplies Sir?”

“The house elves will have everything you need down beginning tomorrow morning. The rules of the manor are stringent for you Miss Granger. There will be no wandering about. You are to stay in the lower levels of the manor at all times unless called upon by my son or myself. Do you understand all of this Miss Granger?” Lucius said with that velvety voice of his, right up next to her ear.

“Yes Sir. I understand. How will I be summoned Sir? Will it always be by a house elf?” she stammered out. His proximity to her body had her very nervous.

“No Miss Granger. You will be given a three-way mirror. I shall have one, as shall Draco and yourself.” he whispered, sending a shiver down Hermione’s spine.

“Is there something wrong Miss Granger? Are the dungeons perhaps too cold for you? I am sorry for that but there are few fireplaces down here. Maybe I could think of a way to warm the area.” his voice rasped.

Hermione shook her head. No she could do without Lucius Malfoy’s warmth, thank you very much.

Lucius looked at her in her wanton uniform that he had made especially for her body. It showed off her assets quite well and he was proud of the outcome. Looking at her ample cleavage showing, he felt his member stiffen in response. He was quite a bit taller than her and had a grand view from where his lips were just at the level of her ear. Her body was reacting to him closeness even if her mind wasn’t. He could see through the thin black fabric that her nipples were hardening and her breathing was coming unevenly making her chest heave deliciously.

“Why Miss Granger, what is on your mind to cause such obvious reactions. I can plainly see that you are excited.” Lucius whispered in her ear.

She began to feel a flush creeping up on her. Her mind told her that it was just with disgust at all his toys of degradation. But was it?

Before she could analyze it anymore, he suddenly grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. He positioned her so that his erection could clearly be felt on her belly. Her breath hitched at feeling the hardness resting there. What was he going to do to her here in his private dungeons?

That question had barely crossed her minds when he brought his lips down onto hers, crushing into her mouth, demanding entrance with his tongue. She fought him for a few seconds but grudgingly allowed his tongue entrance to her mouth. He began thrusting his tongue into her sweet mouth and to his surprise, felt her begin to kiss him back. She felt her body begin to betray her even more as his tongue simulated what she wanted his cock to be doing. Before she realized it she began rubbing her body against the rock hard erection that pressed into her.

Lucius hissed as he continued kissing her, holding her body closely to his, not letting her stop that wonderful sensation of feeling her pressing against his cock. She gasped as he began to gyrate his erection against her. That one gasp from her was all the permission he needed. She wanted him, even if she didn’t know it. They were standing right next to the table in the middle of the room. The table stood waist high.

He spun her around and bent her down, ripping the thong from her harshly. Her sharp intake of breath as the cool dungeon air made him even harder, if possible. He took two of his graceful fingers and pushed them into her pussy. Oh yes, she was ready for him. She was so delectably wet and ready for his hard cock filling her. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled his long member out of his black silk boxers. There would be no pretense of this being any kind of ‘love-making’. He immediately rammed his cock deep into her hot wet pussy. He rarely participated in the Dark Revels anymore. He would only do so if he was absolutely desperate for a woman, and that had been a while ago. He was savoring this little mudbloods womanhood. And the fact that she was just a little less than willing made it all the better.

Hermione couldn’t believe her body was betraying so. Had it really been that long since she had had sex that her body would react so viciously to him? She guessed so; because she could feel the rippling sensations deep in her that told her a climax would be coming soon. He looked down at him entering her and hissed again. He could feel his arousal getting the better of him. He slammed into her with all his might, wanting to get deeper into her than anyone she had ever been with. He didn’t know how well he was succeeding until she started to moan with the beginnings of a mind-blowing orgasm. He felt her walls start to contract around his shaft, milking him. Gods, she was tight.

She moaned loudly, “GODS!” As her body continued shuddering feeling the climax taking her away. Her moan put Lucius over the edge. He felt his balls tighten and felt his release coursing through his cock. Hermione’s pussy walls still milking him dry, he emptied his hot seed into her pulsing cunt, grunting as he came. He stayed inside of her until he felt her climax subside, enjoying the feeling of the witch.

He removed his now deflated dick from her and performed a quick scourgify to himself before putting his member back into his boxers and buttoning up his pants. He straightened himself out and turned to leave. Almost as an afterthought, he turned to Hermione and cast a scourgify on her too.

“You’ll be wanting to get back to your rooms Miss Granger.” he told her as he handed her one of the three-way mirrors. On that note he left her standing there, with her mouth agape, wondering what in the fuck had come over her.

TBC

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A/N: Not exactly non-consensual but not exactly consensual either. What do you think Draco has in mind for his new pet? Please R & R. Keep the muses fed and they will produce more updates.