The Joy of Captivity

Part two of the Joy series

A/N: I know some people out there, Ophelia Black for one, will be unhappy that I decided to go ahead with the braking up of this series, but I could not think of a way to get The Joy of Pain from were it was, to were I wanted it to be, so please all of you, Ophelia Black too, Forgive me and read. And don't forget to review too.

Two months had passed since Hermione Granger was captured by Bellatrix LeStrange. Not that she minded, she had in fact, found out that she liked being held captive. Bellatrix was the one who helped her discover this, by torturing her. She had forced Hermione to confront the fact she was a Masochist. This was one of the reason's she was not in a big hurry to leave Bellatrix. One of several.

It was also one of the reason's she was now walking through the LeStrange estate, with a bucket of soapy water, a wash rag, a tight golden collar, and not much else. The brunette did wear a pair of panties but she felt that was more for the house elves sake instead of hers.

Hermione was going threw and cleaning the manor house, it was something that she felt would be a welcome surprise for her Mistress, when she came back from the mission the Dark Lord had sent her on that was. Hermione shuddered as she remembered being brought before the Dark Lord, being presented to him as Bellatrix's pet Mudblood, having her mind probed by him, and then being embarrassed when the pain of having her mind probed caused her to orgasm in front of him, and several other Death Eaters.

She paused when she thought of that, and smiled slightly, she looked at the small mirror and gently reached her left hand up to stroke the collar around her neck. It was a 'gift' from the Dark Lord, it was actually a Slave Collar. If she ventured far from where Bellatrix gave her permission to go, it would tighten around her throat, chocking her until she either went back were she was supposed to be, or till she died.

It looked like it was made of gold thread, like a ribbon, but the Young Witch could feel the magic in it, it fairly hummed against her skin, she then looked down at her chest, at the almost completely healed scars on her chest, just above her B-cup breasts. They were in the form of words Property of Bellatrix LeStrange, The Young Witch smiled at this and thought 'yes, I am her Property, I am hers to do with as she will.' she looked at her stomach, at the nineteen horizontal cuts across her stomach almost like tiger strips. Running from below her panties to just below her bare breasts. Turning she walked down the hallway again, she smiled as she remembered that there were supposed to be a couple of house elves coming, but she hoped it wouldn't be until after she finished cleaning the house.

As she moved down the hallway she smiled as she remembered the night of passion that she and the Older Witch shared before she left for her mission a month ago, it was then that they both realized that not only was Hermione a masochist, but also a submissive. Completely submissive to Bellatrix, if only her. Hermione had been tied to the kitchen table at the Malfoy's, and whipped after she had finished serving Bellatrix her dinner. Most people would see this a form of punishment, however for Hermione this was in actuality a reward. After she had been whipped, Bellatrix then ate her pussy from behind, as her desert. It was only afterward that Draco ( the only one who bothered to watch, though the others had been invited) observed that Hermione had only been told once, and not even very sternly, to get on the table.

Hermione entered the room she was looking for, a Library of some sort. Most of the books were gone now, or worm eaten. This fact made a flicker of the old Hermione rise, the fact that these books had once contained knowledge, or at least good stories. She sighed and sat down the bucket and started to clean the floor, on her hands and knees, humming to herself, smiling as she imagined what her Mistress would say about the fact her home had been cleaned and made livable again while she was away. She knew that it was one of Bellatrix's wish's to be able to live here again. She was so deeply involved in what she was doing that she didn't even hear the telltale crack of someone apperating into the yard. She didn't hear anyone walk into the house, not up the stairs. It wasn't until she heard a voice behind her say

" Now there's a sight I don't mind coming home too" that she knew someone was there.

Spinning around Hermione stood and found herself facing her mistress. " Mistress Bellatrix!, welcome home." she smiled slightly and bowed slightly as well. Then she felt a finger under her chin lifting her face to the one she loved, and Bellatrix smiled at her. " How long have you been doing this?" Hermione gulped " Since you left on your mission, I wanted your house to be ready for your return. But it's taken me longer then I thought."

Bellatrix smiled and kissed her eyelids and said quietly " Don't worry Hermione, I think this still warrants a good, long, torture session, just for the work you've managed to do." Hermione felt herself shudder with pleasure at these words. Then she heard Bellatrix say with a tone of authority that she found impossible to ignore, ever since Luna found a surprising dominance streak, " Now then, my pet, off with those panties, I want to see you again." Hermione took them off in a hurry and heard Bellatrix gasp with surprise!. " You shaved!" Hermione smiled slightly and said " Yes Mistress, I remembered that last time, you kept spitting the hairs out, so I thought I would shave and save you the trouble."

Bellatrix smiled and pulled her wand out " You did so with out permission, so I shouldn't do this. But I like the fact you cared, so I will." she pointed the wand at Hermione and whispered " Crucio!"

A/N: please tell me what you think. ;)