Intrusion

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Pairings: Hermione/Voldemort


ATTENTION: This may not be for everyone.


As the knife plunged into her, she recalled the first time that she had felt him inside her body. It had been so long ago, that the Dark Lord had killed the last of the Order members, while she alone had been spared. At the age of twenty-two, Hermione Granger was the Dark Lord’s pet.

Every time the Dark Lord took her, it hurt her beyond words. He kept her so that he could continue to enjoy her pains and his triumph over the boy-who-lived-no-more. Her pain added to his sexual pleasure.

His favorite hobby was to lord over her, while she was on her knees sucking him off. With his hands on her skull pushing her to him, as he pushed into her mouth and continued fucking her beautifully full mouth. He would keep pushing and pushing deeper into her, until she gagged. When she gagged, he immediately pulled out and would slap her across the face, then ram his cock back into her mouth. All the Death Eaters knew that the Dark Lord needed her to gag, so that he could slap her to finish getting off.

She also knew this as well as that she had to swallow anything and everything that was giving to her by him. She had made the mistake once her body shuddering at the memory.

Over and over, she would practice, all the while silently begging for his praise. She hoped that praise would equate to less or no pain. But still he would torture her by having her suck cock for hours until her knees bleed, and her jaw hurt, sometimes, she could no longer remember any taste other than him.

Frequently, he enjoyed having an audience watch her work. The Dark Lord loved calling for a vote on her performance. Typically, most of the Death Eaters, if not all, were booing and yelling that she could do better. Let them have her so that she could practice more.

Luckily, that rarely happened.

And rarely, he would plunge a knife into her, while fucking her hard and fast. It was a rare occasion met to be savored in celebration. And celebrating they were. She was finally declared pregnant. The Dark Lord was extremely pleased with this news. It had only taken two years for conception. He looked forward to using the child as another means to control her.

Slowly, he withdrew from her body, while praising her with the words “good pet.” And as always he would relish in the blood dripping down her chest and his semen dripping from between her legs. Her mouth would form the words “thank you, master” as the tears rolled down her face, as he licked the blood from her breasts and the tears from her face.

The traitor Snape was always on hand to heal her with a potion after the Dark Lord had taken his pleasures. It really was amazing what magic could do to one so afflicted by physical pain.

After she was healed, a smile would form on her face as she thought about how much she hated her life, yet thanked the beings she was still alive. Hermione Granger no longer remembered life before the Dark Lord defeated her friend.