~Imprisoned – Part I~
Hermione slowly cracked her eyes open. Looking around, she could barely see the outline of the objects within the darkened room. Looking down, she could see several welts and cuts crisscrossing her body, souvenirs of her time with Bellatrix and her knife. She tried to move, but found her ankles and wrists had been chained to the wall. Her clothes had been ripped from her body, leaving tatters hanging in their place, her pale flesh on view for all to see. She tried to bring her legs together to conceal her modesty, but the chains were too tight.
"Ah, good. You're awake."
Hermione jumped at the sound of the voice. A light flared in the centre of the room, revealing her tormenter. Bellatrix was completely naked, slouched back in a chair, one hand fondling her breast while the other lazily stroked her shaved pussy, juice dripping to the floor. A sadistic grin formed on the older woman's face.
"I must say, it's been quite boring while you've been asleep."
Hermione struggled against her chains, but to no avail. Bellatrix grinned, stood up and stalked toward her, hips swaying. She stopped inches from Hermione, who could smell Bellatrix's juices, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"Are you ready to talk now?"
Hermione shook her head defiantly, afraid her voice would betray the fear that was currently coursing through her body. Bellatrix tutted.
"What a shame."
She reached forward and pinched one of Hermione's nipples, twisting it roughly. Hermione let out an involuntary yelp of pain. Bellatrix grinned that sadistic grin again. Leaning forward, she took Hermione's other nipple into her mouth, biting at the soft flesh surrounding it. Hermione clenched her jaw together, determined not to make another noise.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you, you little Mudblood whore?" Bellatrix asked. Hermione shook her head again, but she could feel a wetness building between her legs. She mentally cursed her body and began trying to remember the foreword to Advanced Transfiguration, hoping to quell her arousal. But before she could get past the first sentence, Bellatrix roughly pushed her hand between Hermione's legs.
"Well, your body seems to think otherwise."
She removed her hand and began coating her fingers in her own juices. Removing her fingers, she raised her hand to Hermione's mouth.
"Come on, open up."
Hermione clenched her jaw shut, refusing the older woman entry. Sighing, Bellatrix released Hermione's nipple, then clamped her clit in a vice-like grip, twisting it savagely. Hermione let out a whimper of pain. Bellatrix seized the opportunity and forced her fingers into Hermione's mouth. Hermione gagged, her eyes watering. She could feel Bellatrix forcing her fingers over her tongue, forcing her to taste the older witch's juice. She was briefly tempted to bite down on Bellatrix's fingers, but considering the woman had a death grip on her clit, she decided against it.
When Bellatrix finally removed her fingers, Hermione gasped in air, trying to rid herself of the taste of Bellatrix's pussy juices. Bellatrix knelt down and brought her head close to Hermione's pussy, which was now starting to drip down her leg.
"Such a little whore," she purred, running her finger along Hermione's folds and up through the patch of dark brown hair. Hermione whimpered at the touch. Bellatrix traced lazy circles around Hermione's opening before roughly shoving two fingers deep inside the young witch. Hermione moaned in pain as her opening was stretched. She looked down and could see Bellatrix sliding two fingers into her own pussy, her head tilted back, moaning in pleasure.
"Are you ready to talk now?"
"N-no..."
Bellatrix sighed and withdrew her fingers from Hermione's now soaking pussy. Hermione thought for a moment that Bellatrix had given up, then gave a yelp of pain as Bellatrix bit at her clit.
Bellatrix smirked as Hermione writhed above her, trying desperately to free herself from her bonds. She grinned and ran her tongue along the length of Hermione's slit. She felt the young witch shudder.
"You want to be freed, don't you?" Bellatrix asked. Hermione didn't answer. Bellatrix stood and pressed her body right up to Hermione's, deliberately rubbing her erect nipples against Hermione's smaller ones. She clamped Hermione's jaw in a vice-like grip and rammed her lips against Hermione's. She forced her tongue into Hermione's mouth, laughing as she felt Hermione try to resist. Reaching up, she released Hermione's wrists, moving away as she did so. Not expecting the sudden freedom, Hermione fell forward, barely getting her hands up to avoid smashing her face against the cold, hard stone floor. She felt Bellatrix release her ankles and tried to stand, but the Death Eater was too fast. She grabbed Hermione and flung her on her back, pinning her shoulders to the ground with her knees.
"You didn't think I'd let you go that easily, did you?" Bellatrix cooed mockingly. "You've yet to make me cum, why would I just let you go?"
"Doesn't Rodolphus make you cum anymore?" Hermione asked through gritted teeth.
She immediately regretted it. Bellatrix's face transformed into a look of intense rage and she sent a stinging slap across Hermione's face. She cried out as her cheek smacked against the floor. She raised herself up and brought her hips down on Hermione's face, covering her nose and mouth with her pussy, glistening with her juices. Hermione struggled beneath her, but to no avail.
"Eat me," Bellatrix hissed. "Eat me, you whore."
Hermione kept her mouth firmly closed, but Bellatrix's juices continued to drip onto her face and started rolling down her chin. And she couldn't breath. She realised in a moment of startling panic. If she opened her mouth, it would be like admitting defeat and going along with Bellatrix's perverted wishes. But if she kept her mouth closed, she would suffocate. She only had one choice.
As soon as she opened her mouth, the taste of Bellatrix's pussy rushed in. Hermione tried to cough, but all she achieved was a weak buck beneath the older witch.
"Eat me." Bellatrix ordered, grabbing a handful of Hermione's hair and pulling her head up further into her crotch. Hermione moaned in pain and slowly ran her tongue along the length of the older witch's pussy. Above her, Bellatrix moaned in pleasure and began pawing at her breasts with her free hand. Resigning herself, Hermione continued to lick Bellatrix's folds, hoping the witch would release her sooner rather than later. She could feel her own pussy getting wetter.
I'm not meant to be enjoying this! What's wrong with me?
When her tongue flicked across Bellatrix's clit, she felt the witch's core tightening. Sensing Bellatrix's oncoming orgasm, Hermione kept at it, trying to speed the process as much as possible.
Mere moments later, Bellatrix raised herself off of Hermione's face. Hermione barely had time to take a breath when Bellatrix's pussy juice sprayed over her face in a torrent, soaking her face and hair, much of it going into her open mouth. Before she could spit it out, however, Bellatrix placed her foot on Hermione's chin.
"Swallow it." she hissed venomously. "Swallow it, or drown in it."
Hermione steeled herself and forced her throat to contract and swallow the liquid. The taste was repulsive, and she could feel it trickling down her throat.
Above her, Bellatrix smirked.
"My my, you are a little whore, aren't you?"
Hermione didn't respond. All the fight had left her. Bellatrix picked her up with inhuman strength and pinned her against the wall, refastening her restraints. Hermione just hung there, limp and exhausted.
"Don't think this is over," Bellatrix said, pulling on Hermione's clit. "I'm told it's nice to share."
She pressed her lips roughly against Hermione's before slinking away into the darkness, still fully naked.
Hermione hung her head, completely defeated.
So this is how it ends. As a sex toy.
A/N: In the next chapter, Narcissa has her way with Bella's new toy.
Let me know any other pairings you want to see!