Punishment?

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Hermione was acutely aware of a dull throbbing seemingly coming from every part of her body, eyes closed she tried to remember where she was and why she hurt so much. She shifted a little and a sharp pain cut through her backside. Her breath caught as she realised where she was, and as she sluggishly became conscious she realised she could still hear all the death eaters around her. Reluctantly she opened her eyes, and instantly closed them again. There was blood everywhere and a pain-stricken boy screamed directly in front of her. She pressed her eyelids together and waited for an eternity until the screams grew weak and finally stopped. When she felt it was safe to look again, he was gone but blood and gore was splattered around the floor in front of the stone platform where she was still chained. She almost cried in frustration, wondering why they couldn't just take her back to her cell, what else could they do? She was beyond broken, emotionally, mentally and physically. She half heartedly struggled against the chains, but this just drew the attention to her.
“What perfect timing. The mudblood is awake Lucius, now you can show us what we've all been waiting for.”
“Thank you my lord, I shall explain first in case the young mudblood has missed the full impact of my plan. I'm sure with her bookish smarts this girl rates herself as strong, much stronger than the other girls of her age. But answer me this mudblood, you do not know me, or the little you do know goes against everything you believe in, you have no desire for my personality, my morals, my status or anything else besides me body. You are so weak, you rub yourself against me like a sex-crazed kitten, begging for me to fuck you. You are not strong, mudblood, when you return to your cell you will be crazy with lust, desperate for me to fuck you again. Even after I have raped you and hurt you, you are so weak you cannot help still wanting me.” Lucius smiled nastily. Hermione listened, silently letting tears fall, he was right, and hearing him spell it out so plainly made it worse than she'd ever be able to make it. She was weak, nothing special, less than average. She began crying properly, hiccuping and gasping for breath. She hadn't heard Lucius approach, but suddenly the chains all disappeared and she lay curled up on the platform, sobbing to herself.

A soft, warm hand rested gently on her shoulder and began travelling down her arm and then up to her neck, gently stroking the little hairs on the nape. She knew it belonged to man making her life hell, but it was so comforting and she desperately needed comfort. He began running his fingertips lightly over her face, wiping the tears off and tracing her lips, which parted automatically. She felt herself uncurling to allow him better access to her face, and all she could do was turn off the voice in her head screaming at her for being so weak, she just wanted to enjoy the small comfort he was giving her. As Lucius lay his naked body against hers, she sighed, but not sadly, contentedly. He dipped his head to her neck and began barely brushing the sensitive skin with his lips. Little butterflies were flapping around in Hermione's stomach, but pleasantly so, there was a hint of arousal but it felt more like something else. Hermione stopped analysing it, thinking she didn't really want to know the answer and just leaned into his lips. He brought his lips back to her face and planted them lightly on her lips. He lolled his tongue around slowly in her mouth, gently licking at ticklish spots in her mouth and he began lightly squeezing her breast, rubbing a soft thumb across her nipple. He stopped as Hermione spread her legs slightly and wrapped her arms around him. He looked at her smugly, a mixture of surprise and cruelty on his face. Hermione ignored this and just looked at him pleadingly, trying to appeal to any good inside of him. She knew he would probably prefer to torture her, and let her writhe and beg him to fuck her, but she just wanted him inside of her. She acknowledged this with a suppressed sense of self-loathing and ignoring the voice calling her a weak slut trailed her hand down to his cock which she gently squeezed. Lucius's eyebrows shot up and there was an excited murmuring from the death eaters.

“Already?” Lucius sounded almost apprehensive, a little worried his plan was working too well. Hermione couldn't look into his smug face anymore and with a small sigh, nodded. Lucius shrugged and looked at Voldemort. The dark lord nodded back and made an approving gesture. Lucius furrowed his brow, worried that Hermione had shut off her self-loathing so much that it would be ineffective, he sighed and decided that it would hit her later anyway and gently kissed her again. He rolled her over, until she was on top of him, meaning she would have to initiate anything she wanted to do. She spread her knees either side of his waist and began kissing him hungrily, reaching back behind her at the same time to wrap her hand around his cock. She began to stroke it, and the blood flowed in until his massive erection was ready. She hesitated, quelling some persistent self-hate and then used his chest as leverage to push herself up. She lined him up carefully with her entrance and with a deep breath slid herself on to his massive erection, slowly and carefully. It felt beautiful, she felt complete and she knew that Lucius had succeeded, his plan had worked, he had tortured, raped and abused her and she still needed his body. She viciously squashed the thought and leaned forward in order to kiss Lucius again. She began moving up and down slowly, but the need for comfort was gone and now it was lust that had taken her over. She began pumping up and down as fast as she could, moaning louder and louder and she impaled herself. Lucius lay back in shock, a cocky grin on his face, disbelieving of how well his plan had worked. Hermione reached behind herself and began squeezing Lucius's balls and all coherent thought evacuated his mind as began to groan with pleasure. Finally, when Hermione thought she would die if she didn't orgasm soon, Lucius let go and coated her insides once more with cum. The feeling was as delicious as the first time and Hermione came with a shriek. Slumping down onto Lucius's chest she lay there panting, and only through a sudden influx of rationality and self hate was she able to resist kissing him. She rolled off, and all impact of what she'd just done hit her. She let out a pitiful sob and began crying, wailing, and pulling her hair trying to block out her own mind and it's screams of disgust at what she'd done. If she'd been broken before, now she was shattered into even tinier pieces, she never thought she could hate herself so much. Her eyes widened as she realised that for the first time ever she actually wanted to kill herself.

Oh dear, where do I go next? So many possibilities! If you have any suggestions as to what you'd like to see, feel free to review!