Punishment?

Thank you so much to those who reviewed, it always makes me feel really special. I'm considering all the suggestions, but I'm reluctant to have Lucius fall in love with Hermione. We'll see how it pans out though, maybe I'll change my mind : )

“Amazing.” Voldemort looked down on the girl with a cold curiosity in his eyes. Lucius dressed himself before returning to his seat by the dark lord.
“I never thought even you would be capable of that Lucius. The mudblood has been broken more effectively than any I’ve seen before. Congratulations.” Lucius bowed his head in acknowledgement.
“Thank you my lord. Now, if you see fit, I believe she should be returned to her cell and given several days for the lust and self loathing to build up enough, in private I shall tell you what I have in mind after that.” Voldemort smiled as close to affectionately as he could manage.
“Of course, I assume she should be shielded from all….interference in that time.” Lucius nodded and Voldemort gestured for two of his more controlled death eaters to take her away. Hermione was still hiccuping from her breakdown and tried to cover herself slightly as she was dragged out. Normally she would do everything to avoid looking at the gathered death eaters, but this time something drew her eyes up to the seat next to Voldemort. She caught the icy blue eyes of her torturer – and effectively lover – feeling a small stir in her stomach. She thought she saw a flash of pity, and…no she convinced herself, she imagined it, surely there was no care in those eyes. The blue eyes dropped away, staring at the ground and Hermione desperately tried to catch them again until she was dragged though the stone door and into the corridor.

Lying in her cell, Hermione couldn’t help reliving the tenderness in the kisses and the gentle ticking and licking. She shook herself out of it, she was a sensible girl, and there was no way a man like Lucius could have any kind of feelings towards her. But it didn’t stop that deep desire in the pit of her stomach. It couldn’t have been more than three hours since he’d…well…since they’d…. been together, but Hermione was already craving him. She curled up in the corner of her cell wondering whether the lust or the criticism in her head would drive her insane first.

Hermione couldn’t believe it. She was shaking, literally shaking, with desire. She’d tried satisfying herself when she thought she’d scream with frustration, but it only served to amuse the guards. The self-hate was kept to a dull throb like a persistent headache, the lust that seemed to set her stomach on fire was by far enough to keep it at bay. It had been a mere two days and she couldn’t stop rubbing herself, massaging her own breasts and sucking on any body parts she could reach. Nothing alleviated the lust. She tried begging the guards, asking them to let her see him for a few minutes. They just laughed at her and told her to get on with the show. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore. Hearing the snores of the guard outside, she desperately looked for a way out. Quietly as possible she tested the bars for weak spots, tried to pull away little bits of concrete from the floor and probed for holes along the walls. After an hour of this tedious work, she realised it was a futile effort, the cell was escape proof. In a defeated gesture Hermione gripped the bars of the door and pushed her hot forehead against the cool metal. It swung open.