The Good Life

Warning ... f/f sexual torture


Chapter 8

One week later, Elizabeth Mack opened up her front door to a man in his early twenties. "Are you Elizabeth Mack?" he asked.

"Yes, I am," she responded curiously.

He placed an envelope in her hand. "You've been served," he told her before turning around and walking away, leaving her dumbfounded in the doorway.

Two hours later an owl started to tap on a window of the library in Malfoy Manor, where Hermione was curled up with a book. Slightly annoyed, she put the book down and went to the window. After giving the bird a treat and sending it on its way, Hermione opened up the muggle letter that had been tied to its leg.

She sat down at one of the small tables, reading the letter. She read it through twice, letting her anger build up in her. She waved her hand, and two official forms appeared in front of her. She filled them out and sent them to their proper departments within the Ministry with the spell that Deputy Headmaster Davis had taught her all those years ago when he was just starting out as a professor.

She stalked to her room to change out of the light house robe she was wearing. It was a gift from Narcissa and she didn't want to get blood on it. Instead, she changed into a black vinyl midriff low cut halter that closed in the back with two ties, one at the neck and another over the back, knee high black vinyl stilettos, and a dark purple vinyl ball gown skirt, her French braid tied with a matching purple band.

When she was dressed, she went down the hall to Esme's room and opened the door without knocking. Esme was riding her husband's cock, a steady stream of whispered Spanish coming from her mouth before they both turned to look at the interruption. Hermione had to admit the woman had a nice body, but it still kinda hurt to see them together. After all, he was her husband. If anyone should give him a child, it should be her. If anyone should be in his bed, it should be here. Or she should at least be there. But, this had been the agreement since the day they had gotten engaged. Didn't make it sting less, though.

She lifted her gaze from the woman's body to meet Draco's eyes. "I'm off to go torture muggles," she told them, the anger she still felt seeping into her voice. "Just thought I'd let you know." She held up the letter she had received and put it down on a table that was next to the door before shutting the room back up and apparating away.

She reappeared in the clearing near the Mack house, placing a disallusionment charm on herself, as well as silencing the clicking of her heels on the pavement. When she arrived at her destination, she opened the front door and walked right in, taking off the disallusionment. As she moved down the hall, she could hear voices coming from the living room.

"What do you mean; you haven't found evidence of my husband cheating? He throws it in my face often enough." The voice was that of Elizabeth, and she did not sound very happy.

"Exactly what I said, Mrs. Mack. I have been following your husband for three weeks, and I have found no evidence of him cheating on you. While he sees the woman you mentioned at least twice a week, there has been no outward show of a sexual relationship going on. They have never gone to a hotel or a house together." There was a pregnant pause, the air thick and heavy before the man speaking continued. "Though, strange things seem to happen whenever they are together. I have seen her move things with her hand, and they have just disappeared on me on more than one occasion, right out of thin air ..." he trailed off, as though contemplating the subject.

Hermione had heard enough. She sauntered into the room, her hips sashaying as she walked. "Hello, Elizabeth. Would you like to introduce me to your guest?" she asked, her voice deadly cold, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

The duo looked up to her, Elizabeth's eyes wide. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, before closing it again. The man, who looked like a well cared for version of Peter Pettigrew, glanced between the women before deciding to stand and offer Hermione his hand. "Mrs. Malfoy, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am George Williams."

Hermione shook the perforated hand with a strong grip. "I am not so sure that I can say the same for you, Mr. Williams. By any chance, was it me that you were speaking of before I interrupted?" she asked, knowing the answer already.

His face reddened slightly. "I'm sorry, but I cannot discuss that with you." Elizabeth looked over to Hermione, her face vying to show her anger and her smugness at the same time.

"I understand perfectly, Mr. Williams. You are, after all, just doing your job." She stared into his eyes, entering his mind with no difficulty. She sat down on the couch and he came down with her, sitting on the other cushion. Never taking her eyes away from him, she waved a hand in Elizabeth's direction, causing her to fall back onto the couch stiff as a board. Hermione called back all of the man's memories of his time following Brian around, and erased them, filling the holes with scenarios of him spying after a different man and woman, erasing all of his experiences of witnessing magic. When he left the house fifteen minutes later, he was slightly disoriented, but knew that his client had believed that her husband was not cheating on her and no longer needed his services. Of course, his client looked nothing like Elizabeth, either.

Once Mr. Williams was out the door, Hermione levitated Elizabeth up the stairs and into the master bedroom, where she put her down on the bed. She took off the Petrificus, opting to tie the woman to the bed with silk ropes. Just as Hermione was about to slink onto the bed, Draco appeared in the doorframe. "Hello, love," he said softly, bringing her attention to him. Elizabeth started to thrash wildly at the restraints, screaming for Draco to help her from behind a silk gag. In turn, Hermione silenced the room, the sound escaping from neither the open door nor the window.

"Hey,” she smiled at him. "Come to join, or to watch?"

"Watch," he responded, stepping into the room and leaning against a wall. He had enjoyed watching her torture as long as they had been together, getting off of it. She remembered when she had killed her parents and how when they had left the room, his black robes had been unmistakably tented. Elizabeth's muffled screams became even louder.

Hermione turned back to the bed. "Elizabeth, when I first came here to see Alex, you signed a contract. I watched you read it. You have violated that contract by purposely exposing the magical world to a muggle. Do you remember what the punishment was for breaking that portion of the contract?" Hermione asked, her voice warm and inviting as her fingers glided up and down Elizabeth's torso, from hip to armpit and back as the woman tried to wrench her away from the touch.

She suddenly stopped moving, and looked up into Hermione's eyes, her face a mask of fear, her eyes starting to tear up. Glancing away, she nodded her head once before trying to beg through the silk. Hermione moved so that she was straddling the other woman, her skirt bunched up on either side of her. She leaned forward, so that her breasts were pressing against Elizabeth's, and licked up the woman's face. When she tried to bite Hermione's tongue as it came close to her mouth, Hermione moved down to her neck and bit down on the collarbone, drawing blood before sucking at the tender skin, bringing up a nice hickey.

Hermione straightened up, leaving one hand at the neckline of the blonde woman's shirt. She moved the hand down Elizabeth's body, lightly caressing the skin, the material falling apart in her wake. As Hermione’s fingers passed by the bra, it cut across the front as well, leaving the full breasts to fall away from each other, still sheathed in the cloth and covered by the shirt.

"Do you like my scars?" Hermione asked, lightly fingering the raised white skin. The look in the woman's eyes turned horrified, and she tried to buck away, sending her pelvis into Hermione's. Hermione reached down, removing the dismembered shirt and bra and vanishing them out of her hand.

"Oh, don't worry, Elizabeth. I won't scar you." When the woman's face seemed to relax a little, Hermione continued. "But that doesn’t mean that it won't hurt. Or, that you'll like it. You keep claiming that I've been having sex with your husband while I haven't. Instead, I think it's you who should get the honor." As she said the last words, she started to knead the plump breasts below her, one moment squeezing the life out of them so hard that Elizabeth's screams would hurt their ears, and the next, so soft and soothing, that it almost brought the woman pleasure, if only the pain would go away.

Hermione reached behind her with one hand, untying both knots and letting the shirt fall down before moving it to the floor, exposing her own breasts. She swiveled her head so she was facing her husband and grinned. His cock was in his hand, which was moving in slow motions up and down the velvety skin. When Elizabeth followed Hermione's eye line, she started struggling again.

Hermione turned back, and brought her mouth to one of the jiggling mounds of flesh, her hands smoothing over the soft curve of the woman’s belly to the sides of the breasts and up to play with the straight hair. Hermione sucked on the nipple, gently nipping it and licking at it until Elizabeth let out a long-suffering moan of pleasure. As soon as the sound passed the other woman’s lips, she bit down, leaving her teeth prints deep in the woman's pink areola.

It was at this moment there was a slight disturbance in the air. Hermione slowly sat up straight and turned her body to the door, though still straddling the other woman. "What is going on in here?" Brian asked, his voice harshly curious.


*so, only one more chapter and then the epilogue and the saga will be over. as always thanks go to buffyxo for betaing and to the reviewers, silverserpent and kayy enn. no worries on spoilers here, it was finished before dh came out. hermione physically cannot get pregnant, too much damage has been done. and does it count as cheating if the husband's involved??? which is your only preview into the next chapter, lol.