The Good Life

Warning ... more sexual torture, as well as non-vamp blood tasting and death.

Chapter 9

"Elizabeth hired a muggle private investigator to follow you. He saw me do magic. I had to Obliviate him and now, by the contract she signed, I get to torture her." The woman in question started screaming for her husband. He may want to divorce her, but she was sure he wouldn't allow this to happen.

Brian looked from where his wife and the woman he was lusting after were on the bed, both nude from the waist up, to Draco, who was still pumping his cock with his hand and leaning against the wall and back to the bed. He was more than confused, and he shook his head to try to grasp what was in front of him, and what Hermione was saying.

"Um, what?" he asked, slow on the uptake.

"Elizabeth. Your wife hired someone to spy on you. She exposed magic to muggles. The Minister doesn't like it when that happens,” Hermione told him, speaking as though he were ten, though her voice softened as she continued. "You don't have to be here for this, Brian. It's going to happen either way, but you don't have to watch." Her hand started to play with Elizabeth's breasts again, before moving across one of them, a trail of blood was left its wake, just as the shirt had torn itself open. As Elizabeth screamed, Hermione looked away from Brian, licking away the thick liquid, her mouth filling with the coppery taste.

Brian decided that as long as he didn't let his brain process that his wife of seventeen years was the person underneath Hermione that he wanted to stay for the show. This decision was reinforced when Hermione used magic to vanish Elizabeth's shorts and knickers as she took her own skirt off by hand, dropping it next to her shirt, leaving her in only her vinyl boots and a pair of bikinis in Gryffindor red and gold.

Hermione leaned forward, giving the struggling woman a bruising kiss over the gag. Meanwhile, her hands were once again going down from armpit to hip, grazing the sides of the other woman’s breasts, another shallow cut following, just deep enough to bring up blood, but not deep enough for the blood to spill over. Elizabeth had given up on screaming, and had now resorted to crying.

"Didn't I tell you I was good with wandless cutting curses, Brian?” Hermione asked casually as she lightly kissed away the tears. Brian was watching, enraptured, and surprised to find himself hardening at the sight. He was also slightly disgusted with himself; violence and torture had never been things that he was fond of, though he had never witnessed much of either in person. He almost turned and walked out of the room, but instead stayed, though he wasn't sure if it was out of morbid curiosity as to why Hermione had gotten whatever reputation she had that made even his own parents afraid of her or if it was because he had truly come to hate his wife that much over the past few years.

Hermione ungagged the woman beneath her, who immediately started to curse at her and scream for someone to help her. In response, Hermione backhanded her across the face, her diamond engagement ring scraping open the skin. The move had the desired effect, and Elizabeth looked up in shock.

"You know, you're going to regret this, all of you. I'll expose your world and take Alex away as far as I can go," the bleeding woman spat out.

Hermione just smiled down at her serenely as Draco laughed in the background. If the woman hadn't already been on a death list, she had just firmly put herself there. If there was one thing that Draco loved doing more than having sex, it was watching his wife maim, torture, and kill ... though since they almost always had sex afterwards, he supposed that the two were quite connected in his mind. Elizabeth looked over to the aroused man and glared at him. "What is so funny, I'll do it," she glowered, her predicament leaving her mind for a moment. His amused look just deepened, further flaring her anger.

Deciding that the small conversation had taken up enough time, Hermione cast a couple spells to cause internal bleeding of some of the major organs, and Elizabeth screamed as she tried to curl inside her body to stop the pain. She took the silk ropes off Elizabeth, who tried to throw her off her and run, but instead found herself under the Imperious.

Hermione healed all of the damage she had created and followed Elizabeth into the bathroom, where she drew a bath. Suddenly, a bottle of aspirin and a handle of cheap vodka appeared next to the tub, as well as a knife from the kitchen downstairs. Brian had not followed into the bathroom, having seen enough; he didn't want to watch his wife's final minutes and was starting to feel guilty for being a part of it. Even more, he was starting to feel guilty for getting off on it, now that he was left alone to absorb everything that had just taken place.

Elizabeth sat down into the tub before she downed half the bottle of aspirin and followed with an ungodly amount of alcohol. Just to be sure of the results, she took up the knife and slit her arms, following the vein from her wrists halfway up each arm. She soon passed out and sunk into the crimson water, the petition for divorce papers now lying on the floor near the other items.

Looking down at her work, Hermione was slightly surprised to feel an erection pressed against her back as she was pulled flush to her husband while he licked up her neck, causing her to shudder in his arms. "Come to the bedroom," he murmured in her ear, grabbing hold of her hand and spinning her to follow him.

She watched his naked body walk in front of her until they were back in the bedroom, where he pulled her against his front and kissed her deeply and thoroughly. After he pulled away, leaving them both breathless, he caught her bottom lip in his teeth and gently pulled on it before releasing the tender flesh. "It looks like Brian may need some attention before he fully realizes that he just let you kill his wife," he whispered in her ear.

She looked over to the bed where Brian was sitting, his head in his hands, but his eyes on her with a strained look on his face, his obvious erection pressed against the front of his trousers. Hermione momentarily felt bad for him, but he had chosen to stay, and it looked to her like he had enjoyed it on some level. She looked him in the eye as she decided to do her best to make him forget whatever he was thinking at the moment.

Turning away from her husband, Hermione slipped off her knickers and sauntered over to the bed in nothing but her boots. She climbed onto the bed and crawled to where Brian was seated against the headboard, now sitting straight up, staring at her body as it swayed back and forth on her short journey, his eyes wide and glassy, leaving her to wonder if he was in a state of shock, lust, or mixture of the two.

Hermione sat on his lap, her legs spread impossibly wide, her knees resting on either of his as he sat there Indian-style. She cupped his face with her hands as she leaned in for a tender kiss. She pulled away shortly to whisper a spell that had him naked and his clothes folded off to the side as she attacked his mouth with new fervor, her hands sliding down his chest to his manhood.

Just as his hands reached down to caress her breasts, she moved off him, bringing her face down to meet her hand on his throbbing erection, her ass high in the air for the viewing pleasure of her husband, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, enjoying the scenery. Though he very rarely allowed it to happen, he enjoyed watching his wife fuck other men, as it gave him a completely different vantage point from when he was the one inside her. It also gave him a feeling of power, knowing that she was his whenever he wanted and that any other man she had would be denied unless he willed it. There had even been one man that had been so taken with his wife that he had come begging Draco to be allowed back into their bed. That man hadn't been allowed a second chance, but he thought that Brian might have a chance; his wife seemed to be having a better time with him than some of the others. Though that was a reason in itself to not let him back in their bed; while Draco shared his wife on occasion, he was still a very jealous man when it came to her affections.

She sucked the head of Brian's cock into her mouth, feather light touches of her tongue teasing the slit as her free hand reached and gently tugged on his scrotum.
He moaned from deep within his chest, as though this was his first sexual contact in a long while. As she took more and more of him into her mouth, with every bob of her head, all of Brian’s thoughts about anything other than the witch in front of him disappeared. It wasn't much longer before Draco decided to join in. Kneeling behind his wife, he brought his mouth to her ass, where he mouthed the flesh, his hands palming her breasts and gently kneading them. Soon his tongue made its way to her puckered hole, where he brought up more spit as her licked the edge and entered her, stabbing the tight hole repeatedly, causing her to moan around the other man's cock.

When Draco pulled away, he whispered a wandless spell to make sure she was properly stretched and lubricated before he impaled her on his thick cock. Once again, Hermione moaned around Brian, receiving an answering moan, this time followed shortly by his release. When he tried to pull away from her, she stopped him by grasping to the base of his mostly soft cock.

With her husband slowly moving in and out of her ass and his hands playing with her breasts and pussy, she was able to bring Brian back to full strength quickly. Once he was hard again, she pulled away from him. He then grabbed a hold of her face, moving both her and Draco up a bit as he moved down to capture her lips in a kiss.

"Fuck my cunt," she ordered him, pulling away slightly. He looked over her shoulder to meet the other man's eyes and received a nod in response. Draco was willing to share his wife's pussy, but only he was allowed in her ass. Draco moved back slightly to change the angle to one more amenable as Brian inched forward until he was chest to chest with Hermione. Impatient, she grabbed a hold of his member and aligned it up with her hole as Draco stayed still until in one swift movement from Brian, she was penetrated from both holes.

It didn't take long for them to find a suitable rhythm and she leaned back against Draco's chest, mewling as Brian sucked her breasts into his mouth one by one, fulfilling a long-held fantasy. Draco's hand was back to playing with her clit, while she held his hair to pull his face forward as she turned hers for a deep kiss.

It had been a long time since Draco had permitted another man in his bed, and she had forgotten the feeling of being fucked from both holes, the cocks almost touching through the thin membrane of her inner walls. She practically got off on the feel of being pressed between two male chests alone, their sweat mixing with her own as she writhed while they pumped into her.

At almost the same moment, the motions of both men became erratic and their assault on her person more fervent, willing her to cum first. She obliged, moaning out her orgasm with a mouth attached to each side of her neck. The pulsing of her climax brought the two men to their own at once, filling her with their cum.


* so, as shocking as it is, thanks to buffyxo for betaing and thanks to silverserpent and kayy enn for their continuous reviews, it is greatly appreciated. so, i know that it ends rather abruptly and that is completly because i didnt feel like writing any more and to be honest when i looked at what else i had planned out it didnt really push the plot forward whatsoever, so instead i opted to just finish the story, and it will be the end, there will never be another addition to this fic after the epi...