Chapter 1.
When Hermione opened her eyes, she didn't know where she was. She felt so tired that her body ached, and when she tried to curl up where she was laying, she felt something on her wrist... chains... and tried to move her legs and found them chained too... and totally naked. She blinked a few times and could see her surroundings. She was in a chamber unknown to her, a cold chilling air in the place, laying over something like a surgery table. Her four limbs spread and unmoving. Leather straps holding her thighs and neck. Her legs were lifted a bit, like she was going to give birth, and completly freaked, began to yell.
"Help! Please, help!" the only replay she had was the echo of her voice.
The strap on her neck wasn't tight, so she could move just a bit to lift up her head; the walls were of solid stone, at her left was a big iron door... in a corner, a wardrobe and at her right, a table with instruments of surgery and her panic increased. There was no window and just few torches lightening the cold chamber. The goosebumps urged her to try and cover her creamy skin but, tied as she was, couldn't.
The last she could remember, was being deep into the forbiden forest... the battle was almost ended... but Ron died... and Harry killed Voldemort... and she was going to reach Harry's body... he had fainted... Hermione was running to him, and then... her world turned black.
She was crying now. 'Someone knows where I am?' she thought desperatly. 'Maybe they thought I'm dead... Where am I? Why am I naked? Oh, god, please...!'
"HELP!!" yelled Hermione again, this time with horror. "LET ME GO!!... HELP!!"
The iron door made a sound and opened slowly. Hermione turned to see... Bellatrix Lestrange and with her wand pointing behind her, motioning a box floating in. With her maniac eyes stared into Hermione's widened eyes and the old gag smiled childish to her, closing the door and the box placed itself on the floor.
"Well, well, well..." spoke in her false childish voice. "Look who just woke up... my dear mudblood."
"Where am I? Why am I here... Naked? Let me go!"
Bellatrix clicked her tongue and shook her head.
"No, no, no... I'm not letting you go... Why would I do that? Why? We're going to get a bit of fun... the party hasn't started yet and, guess what?" Bellatrix approached Hermione and she tried to move. Suddenly, the sick witch clamped her hands together. "You are the guest of honour!" exclaimed happily as though she was really a child in her birthday party. Bellatrix was now two inches away of Hermione's face, and bending down a little, whispered in her ear almost touching it with her lips, breathing hot. "You'll like it" her teeth captured Hermione's earlobe tenderly and licked it, making Hermione shiver unwillingly. "We are just waiting for someone else to arrive". And Bellatrix lightly touched her cheek with the nail black polished of her forefinger... and from her cheek to her neck, softly, slowly, teasingly, barely touching her creamy skin and down to the cleavage between her breasts, to her torso and navel, while she breathed in her ear "silky..." but her finger never stopped. It was going even lower to Hermione's belly... and on the beginning of her pubic hair... and to her right thigh, and her flexed knee... and her toes to her sole and began ticklish her a bit. Hermione flinched at it... but the nail made circles on her knee feeling tickles... and the nail traveled up again, now by her inner and opened (too much opened) legs and thighs and stopped.
To make the travel of the delectable body, Bellatrix had to move from Hermione's ear, but when she stopped her nail before touch the girl's sex, she gave a good look to that private part covered with a little patch of brown hair.
"Mmmh... What do we have here?... it looks..." Bella licked her lips in anticipation "delicious... but I think the hair is on the way... or I must say, in OUR way."
Hermione tensed.
"What are you going to do... to me?" she trembled, watching the old witch's movements when she approached the table at Hermione's right side.
"You'll see" replied misteriously, stiring the things on the table, covering her actions with her back to Hermione, who gulped. Suddenly, she stopped to revolve and turned around ina swift movement... in her right hand had a razor and in her left, a cup with white foam. 'She's going to shave me!' thought Hermione visibly scared, fighting agains her chains, but she was firmly held. Bellatrix's face contorted ina fake happiness and quickly approached until she was between Hermione's legs.
"If you move, you just will cut yourself."
"No! Don't! Help!"
"Ooooww! Poor little mudblood... we are far, far away from home... no one can hear you..." Bellatrix sneared the foam delicately over the pubic hair, making sure Hermione could feel her fingers skidding... even two or three times, her finger got inside the folds. The chained girl gasped unwillingly at the touch over her privates, hating every second of it. When Bella finished, said: "Now, stay still" and showed her the razor "You don't want to cut yourself now, do you?"
Hermione had to obey, so she was still, very still, while Bella shoved the hair until she finished and put the razor on the box, pulling off a towel, and cleaned the rest of foam and hair... now her pussy was at sight.
"It's good, don't you think? I personally think that you're more... attractive this way... let me see" and the witch bent down to see her folds and using her two forefingers, separated them, barely touching her... and parted them. Hermione felt her flesh separated a bit and gasped... Bellatrix moaned when she saw the clit a bit swollen. The old witch licked her own lips. "Mmmmh... much better, really" and released the folds, walked to Hermione's face and whispered again in her ear "I'm going to extend this as long as I can... I want to hear you scream... I want to see you cry, and thrash... and moan... and finally beg for more." Whispered harsh and licking the ear, letting out her hot breath, while her fingertips barely touched her neck. Bella withdraw herself from the girl, and began to chat, as though she was talking with an old friend. "You know... long time was the last I had this kind of fun" said Bella, revolving inside the box, finding something and squealed: "HA! I knew I had brought it with me... a few toys... I'm just waiting for my other guest."
"What?" asked Hermione, again trying to get free. "Who?... please, let me go"
"I'm afraid I can't... as I said before, long time ago was the last that I had this fun, and it'll get better... and better." Bellatrix, still with her back to Hermione, turned her head over her shoulder, "I'm feeling horny right now... you can be anything, even a mudblood... but that just aroused even more my... needs." Bellatrix shut her mouth when the iron door opened again, and saw the 'other guest'. Hermione turned afraid to discover who was... and when she did, her eyes expanded: aristocratical features, silver blond hair, grey eyes... a beautiful puffy rosy lips smirking... Draco Malfoy just got in, and Hermione started to breath erratically. "Well... now we are all. My dear nephew... come, come. I asume you already know her."
"I do" answered Draco, inspecting Hermione's body from head to toes with eye full of lust, selfconfidence and malice. Draco's hair was silky and shining... and a bit wet, as if he just got out of the shower. When his eyes landed on her sex, his smirk widened... and noticing her breasts, couldn't help but comented: "But I never imagined she would be hiding auch protuberance... so swollen..." his eyes traveled up to her eyes. ""We'll get fun. Won't we, Granger?"
"Let me go, Malfoy" but he only lifted both eyebrows as if saying 'as if'.
"Ts,ts,ts" Draco crossed his arms over his chest and evaluated her body once again... and again he looked at her. "I'm afraid not."
"Come, Draco" called Bella and he obeyed. She gave him a feather while she had another. Hermione saw it and shivered again. Draco and Bella approached to her feet. "Now, mudblood, we'll do something soft... I realized minutes ago you're ticklish" Bella licked her lips, "but before that" she strode to the wardrobe and move something inside it. Hermione couldn't see.
Draco waited at her right foot, never leaving the sight of Hermione's folds. She had more fear for what Bella was doing... until she heard a cork of a bottle opening... and glass... and a liquid... and Bella turned around with a globet with a steaming red liquid, walking directly to the face of the chained girl, whom immediatly shut her mouth.
"Now, now, dirty mudblood. This isn't going to hurt you." But Hermione didn't open her mouth. "Begin, Draco" and he obeyed. Draco passed slowly the feather over the sole of Hermione's right foot, tickling her. She thrashed a bit, trying to resist. She shut her mouth even more tightly, but then Bella helped. In her other hand was her feather, and caressed slightly over her neck. Hermione couldn't resist the viciously movements of the feathers on her and opened her mouth to moaned at the sensations. Bella took the chance and leaked the firewhisky inside her mouth, effectivelly swallowing. She felt like hot liquid, fire ran to her mouth from her throat. Her veins and core like fire. It made her cough. Bella and Draco stopped their feathers and waited to see the reaction of the chained girl, that breath like she was sufocating.
"Oh! I forgot to tell you" added Bella in her false girlish voice. "I added an invention of the muggles... is like white dust... a bit tinged with blue." She laughed when Hermione cried for help, because she realized the old witch just druged her and now she felt stimulated. "Shhh, be a good mudblood and you'll see the positive part."
Slowly, Bella caressed Hermione's body with the feather and the tips of her other hand. First her face, then her chest and both breasts circling her nipples a few times, hardening them even more and her back arched. Fingers and feather ran lower to her abdomen and just below her navel and stopped. Bella licked her lips wickedly, looking Hermione's folds that opened more when Bella spread comletly
her legs. Draco, from his part, passed his feather over her toes to her legs, tickling her inner thighs and groins making her shake, her guts constricting... up her stomach and breasts, repeating the secuence of his aunt had done just a minute before, teasing her longer, watching Hermione's features contort in somewhat emotion between excitement, disgusting and pleasure. He smirked in delight. Making her suffer was pleseant for him.
"Geez, Granger" whispered hotly in her ear, "You have a body really, really beautiful... you don't know how long I had waited for this." He bit her earlobe lightly and Hermione moaned quietly. "And I'm going to enjoy this every minute... torturing you... licking you... biting you... fucking you." this last he let it out with a moan inserting his tongue deep in her ear. Hermione gasped and Draco withdraw from her.
Bella at one side and Draco at the other, both at Hermione's breasts height, and simultaneously each one used their feathers caressing over her tits, circling around her nipples ever so slowly, spiraling, barely touching the pebbles of flesh and with just the tips, tickled her hard nipples from slowly to fast and Hermione moaned quietly unwillingly. While doing this, Draco and Bella caressed the breasts with their fingetips, never stoping the movements of their other hand.
"No... ohhh... ohh, please... don't..." the teasing was more than she thought would be disgusting. Slowly, she started to like it, but tried to refused. "No... no... ahh" without a warning, they stopped their fingers and feathers were replaced by butterfly kisses on her spongy breasts.
Silently, Bella and Draco bent down on her kissing, licking and biting lightly each breast around the nipple... mimicking what the feathers did... reaching the pebbles of flesh, lapping at them teasingly. Hermione's back arched trembling to meet their mouths unable to resist it. Then, they attacked her nipples, bitting hard and the chained girl yelled in pain. Still licking, Draco told her:
"If you do that again, we'll bit you harder."
With only that, they continued lapping her nipples more gently... and began to suck them lustily and stopped. Bella blew out over the nipple, making Hermione whimper, but the woman never stoped there; her hands were roaming over her abdomen and thigh. Draco did the same. They sucked her breasts while passing her fingertips over skin like fairy wings. The stroking of their fingers and their mouths and tongue teasing her made her pussy wet, feeling her insides tighten. Then, Hermione felt two hands, one on each inner thigh, caressing her... grazing her up and down too slow, from her knees to her groins and back... and up again.
Bella stood up, but Draco didn't. He was entrailed with this and began to suck lustily both breasts, and again, still wet with his saliva, blew at the nipples lightly and the chained girl gasped.
"Draco" he turned to see his aunt who looked back at him meaningly and he just nodded. Hermione was breathing shallow, afraid of what they would do next. Both, Bella and Draco, took the feathers again, and positioned each of them close to her feet. The next thing she felt, was the feathers over her soles, tickling her furiously and she bit her lips to control the urge to laugh. Her body trembling and shaking. The wetness in her pussy increased and leaked out. Trying hard to supress her sounds, her lip began to bleed. Bella and Draco increased their pace until Hermione felt like she would explode and opened her mouth releasing the groan mixed with a bark of laugh. The executors smirked at the sight and while tickling her soles, caressed lightly her thighs up and down.
"Please!" panted Hermione and spoke laughing. "Stop! Oh!"
But the only response was the laughing of Draco and Bellatrix. Minutes later of this torture, they stopped to see Hermione breathing furiously, making her breasts rise and fell, perspiration all over her face.
"If you insisted" agreed Bella, walking up between Hermione's spread legs, while Draco watched from Hermione's chest height. "The better part is yet to come... you'll see" as soon as she said this, Bella passed her feather over Hermione folds... the tip grazing slowly... teasingly...
Hermione moaned at the new sensation, but Draco wasn't only watching. His feather moved again over her breasts, barely touching the skin and with his other hand pinched the other nipple lightly. Hermione thrashed her head from side to side.
Bella used her free hand to open the folds with two fingers and started teasing the clit with the tip of the feather. A tingling sensation coursed through Hermione's veins. Draco stopped his actions to reach where his aunt was to watch closely. Bella stopped and signaled to her nephew to do what she was doing.
With difficult, Hermione's breaths came out shallow, but it was cut off her when Draco tickled her folds with the tip... a few minutes of this, accompanied by moans and thrashing from the excited girl... and Draco parted the folds with two fingers... and teased her clit, slowly at first but quickly to furiously... and her thrashing was desperated now.
"No... no... please... ahh... no" pleaded the girl, but Draco just did it more quickly, delighted by her obvious desperation, licking his own lips.
"Now, Draco," said Bella to divert the attention of her nephew. "We don't want her too tired." With this, Draco stopped. Hermione's thrashing stopped slowly, trying to regain her breath again. The blond stood where he was while Bella retired to the wardrobe and instants later, she came back with a box and pulled out a pincer, lifting in a bit on the air to let Hermione have a full view. "You know... I found this while in muggle London once having fun... and took few of them from the sluns and I just thought that maybe one day I could find them a good use... and now I did!!" screeched Bella like a little girl. She opened the pincer and placed it over one breast, pinching it. Hermione growled in pain. The pincer nipped painfully the flesh of her tender but spongy breast... and without a warning, another pincer was pinching her other breast... and then another... and another...
Everytime that a pincer was placed over one of her breasts, Hermione winced at the ardor in her flesh. Bella just had three more pincers... she turned to see Draco watching wide eyed Hermione's movements and sounds smiling wickedly. Bella took one pincer and it's sides closed around one nipple... painful. The tied girl yelled. The insane witch waited a minute for the girl to recover, and motioned Draco to get close and let him grab another pincer... the sides closed suddenly in the other nipple... more painful this time and the tied girl yelled, tears leaking from her eyes.
Bella looked at the last pincer, and thought where she could place the last one to have a good laugh... and then it clicked... took the last one, leaving the box on the floor and with her free hand caressed Hermione's stomach... navel... thighs while positioning herself between the girl's legs. Hermione didn't know that it was just one more... she thought they had ran out of that painful artifact when she felt again two fingers opening her folds and she fretted.
"No! Don't!" Hermione cried, making Draco smile down at her, pleased with himself.
Then, the pincer pinched her clit and she cried when Bella pushed the pincer, moving it along with the clit of the girl, while Hermione thrashed crying and yelling... though, she wasn't so sure why she was crying... it was fucking painful but at the same time, erotic... in fact, everything was erotic enough so she was almost experinecing her first orgasm. Hermione panted.
Bella was chuckling and Draco just smirked, but both were caressing Hermione's body, every inch of skin was touched hotly while the pincers moved a bit and Draco, seeing her wince, slap with his forefinger and thumb on of the pincers pinching her breast and Hermione gasped... and then he did it again, and the girl gasped again... Draco did it again, and again, and again... until he reached the pincer on the clit, but this time, he thought something better...
Bella, proud of her nephew, saw his actions. Draco opened a bit the pincer on the clit, releasing it and then, letting it close over the clit painfully. This time, Hermione screamed. Bella applauded and beamed at Draco, whose face was red but his eyes full of raw fucked up lust. He repeated the same action again and again and again... while Bella retired the other pincers pulling them, releasing the tender flesh leaving a purple mark in each place, and leaving only the pincers over the nipples and mimicking Draco's actions.
That three points of tenderness were swollen and leaving the skin sensible at the touch. Bella pulled out the pincers on the nipples and Hermione yelled. Her face and hair soaked with tears, and sobbing.
"Poor baby girl" Bella's false childish voice spoke sardonically. "and I thought you were enjoying this." The wicked witch passed her nails over the now more spongy breasts and nipples. She leaned down and licked one while one of her hands circled the other teasingly. Hermione felt aroused again and flinched at the sensations. Bella sucked now the breast while squashing the other with her fingertips and nails from base to pebble.
But then, she felt another thing, Hermione looked behind Bella, in between her opened legs to see Draco. He placed his fingers over one thigh while his other hand released slowly the pincer on her clit and threw it on the air.
Draco used a forefinger to caress around her folds and the other squeezed her inner thigh... then, the teasing finger got through her folds and began to caress her wet, tender pussy too smoothly, just with the tip... barely touching... Hermione moaned a bit, catching herself enjoying Draco's fingers and Bella's actions. She couldn't believed it... and she denied to herself continue enjoying something so delicious... For God sake! She has being tortured!... and about to be raped! Fucked only god's know how and by how many... and how long!
Draco felt his cock hardening from the beginning... but now it was twitching painfully under his pants, throbbing with lust and desire... touching the mudblood was, more than he was expecting... her body certanly was amazing, and make her suffer and yell, cry and scream, was more than he had bargained for. His cock was pulsating beyond belief, but he would have to wait... He wanted to see her tremble a bit longer.
Draco stopped his actions and heard a low groan came out of Hermione's mouth at the loss of his touch. He smirked while Hermione scold herself for being so obvious.
Bella left Hermione's breasts soaked with her saliva and blew over the nipples, making the girl gasp at the cool air. Tha old witch smirked too, and with her nails grazed the skin of the chained girl from neck, passing over her nipples... the stomach... belly... and to her wet folds. Draco was tormenting Hermione's knees with the tips of his fingers all the while watching his aunt.
"Crucio!" yelled Bella suddenly, pointing her wand to Hermione's trembling body and the girl jerked screaming, feeling like her body was sliced by hundred hot knives. Bellatrix laughed maniatically but Draco chuckles lessened. The old witch lifted the curse few minutes later, leaving the girl panting and her eyes wattered with tears. Unfortunately it didn't last long because Bella cursed her again, longer this time... and again, she lifted the curse. This process repeated twice until Bella lifted the curse when Hermione fainted for the amount of pain.
Angered by this, Bella strode to her face and slapped her so hard that Hermone awokwith a yell and her mouth bleed instantly.
"Stupid bitch!" yelled Bella and slapped her again. Hermione's mouth bleed even more. Draco just watched her actions as though his aunt was just caressing the chained girl tenderly. Although, inside, he had the urge to stop her, but didn't dare to. Bellatrix was, by all means, a sick, twisted-minded witch, whom he honestly was afraid of. He himself was attacked by her a few times... his parents never knew.
Still enraged, Bella pulled out a whip and squeezed it in her hands once she secured her wand in her pocket.
"Release her." Ordered to her nephew and he did without questions. Hermione's limp body, was thrown to the cold hard floor unceremoniously. The girl hit the floor, with her head banging on it and a loud crack of a broken bone made her scream. Bella, not waisting a minute, lashed against Hermione's body with the whip furiously.
Each time the tip connected with her flesh, Hermione let out a cry, curling on the floor, feeling her left arm being crushed. Long gashes appeared instantly, leaving a slight cut bleeding.
After six times, Hermione fainted again and Bella was about to reach another thing to keep up, but Draco stopped her.
"What the-"
"Aunt Bella, I think that for today is enough... she can't go on."
"Are you...?"
"I'm saying that, if you keep this pace, she'll die soon... and I believe that that isn't what you want, is that?"
After this reflection, Bella has to admitt that her nephew had a point. Like a queen leaving the room, Bella straightened her robes and hair, performed a scourgify over her to erase the blood that sprayed by the lashing and lifting her forehead, was eye to eye with her beloved nephew.
"My dear" Said Bella gripping his chin, her sweet tone of voice full of cruelty made him feel a chill run down his spine. Draco gazed directly to that pair of insane eyes. Not once broke contact... not even when Bella's fingers started to trace a wake over his skin from neck, to collarbone... and his muscular broad shoulders and pecs... and his abdomen... Bella licked her lips and could notice when Draco's eyes half closed. She felt through his jeans his obvious erection and faster than anyone could think of, she swiftly inserted her hand under his pants and boxers... and caught his enormous cock. She watched into his eyes the instant she gripped it and, with satisfaction, she saw him tense his jaw... and she smiled even more when her strokes on his throbing cock fastened and Draco's breaths were shallowed and difficult... a bit of precum slide out of the head of his rock-hard cock. "Maybe later... I'm tired" and Bellatrix released his cock. "Send a house-elf, Coxtix... that creature knows what to do" she strode to the door, opened it and went out, closing the door behind her. Not once Bella looked back. When she left the room, Draco let out his breath and wipped off the sheet of sweat that his aunt provoked with her touch... 'I'm sick of her' thought Draco.
Idly, he rounded Hermione's limp body to scan it. Her breaths were irregular and she was bleeding from her right arm that had cuts made by the whip, as well as her back and legs. Her face was bleeding from lips and nose, and her hair dampened with tears and sweat.
Underneath that all, she was really beautiful. Her body was certanly a desireble one... He caught himself analizing Hermione's body with pent up lust. He was anxious to fuck her and the only thing that restrained him to do it, was the fact that she was severely wounded and it'll be more fun when she recovered fully... and then he'll fuck her... Oh, yeah! Sure he will... in every way that she could be fucked, he'll do...
He wanted it for so long, that the momnet his aunt Bellatrix claimed to him to had brought him a gift, his eyes sparkled with a fire of a passion and lust that he had been supressing for years now; pent up emotions to take his way with the mudblood and crush her in every way possible... 'Payback for all the humilliation... so soon' Draco thought smirking. With a flick of his fingers, Coxtix, the house-elf appeared out of nowhere...