Chapter two: threes company

Luna gently slid back into the warm bath. She admired the way the bubbles shrank and expanded in a circle around her delicate form.

Behind her Hermione continued her futile struggle against her tight bonds.
'You know you'll never escape, so why even try' she mockingly said not even bothering to turn to face her. She had not bothered binding Hermione's ankles or legs. If she did manage to stand up it would be at the cost of unimaginable pain. Luna have wish Hermione would get up just so she could shatter any hope of escape and mentally destroy Hermione just a little bit more.

Luna started lazily swimming around in circles humming quietly to her self. On the side, Hermione started gently sobbing to her self.

'Oh shut up' Luna called across the pool to Hermione 'I've seen exactly what you do in here when you think no one's watching you'

Hermione froze in shock. She knew. But how could she? Suddenly a much worse fear gripped Hermione. She was still coming to meet her. As if she was reading, Hermione's thoughts Luna climb out of the pool water cascading down the long smooth arch of her back. Hair clung in long thick strands covering her shoulder and reaching far down her back. She lightly stepped over to the door almost dancing in time to the dreamy tune she was humming.

Now she was standing calmly behind the door, toying with her wand acting as if she had not a care in the world.

Suddenly Hermione gave a great muffled shriek. She had tried to stand, but just as Luna had planned either the rope round her neck how cut off her air until she fell to the floor or the pain of the crotch rope was too great and she had collapsed in agony on the floor favouring suffocation over the burning pain.

Luna totally ignored her apart from a sharp flick of wand in the direction of Hermione. Suddenly Hermione reeled back in agonised muffled screams that threatened to tear the flesh from her magically stuck lips to let the dreadful pain escape her body. A long thick blood red welt had appeared across Hermione's thighs its very appearance radiated pain. As her cries lessened into sobs of despair, Hermione's thoughts turned back to the person who was at this very moment stalking their way towards that very room. She knew that this could only end badly for both them.

The handle of the door slowly moved downwards. Luna stopped humming the slide back into the shadows behind the door standing almost to attention in the gloom as she extinguished all the lamps with the flick of her wand, except the one above Hermione, which she gently angled her wand down at dimming it to a dull orange glow. Enough to highlight Hermione's struggling form on the hard tiled floor. The slowly swung open and Luna felt the same fear she had as she had watch Hermione sneak into the room. Once again. It sharpened her mind and senses.
A figure stepped into the room crouching low in the narrow path of light that spilt from the open doorway.

'hello' a scared voice whispered into the dark 'are you there Hermione?' a sharp intake of breath pierced the dark silence as those deep brown eyes locked into the writhing form on the floor screams and warnings escaped only as low impossible to understand grunts and moans.

All suspicious thoughts of why Hermione was bound and naked on the floor and why all but one light had being extinguished left the girls mind as she ran from the doorway to Hermione's side. She frantically pulled at the ropes binding Hermione, but oh succeeded in pulling the crotch rope even more tightly and then chocking Hermione. As the girl moved to reach for wand, Hermione tried to screech a warning.

A wand tickled the back of her neck.

'Stand up' said a calm dreamy voice that the girl knew so well.

'Luna' gasped the girl. But, how? Why? Why would Luna do something like this she had always seemed so calm, so controlled and… Boring.

'Yes it is me loopy Luna' she replied in a mocking tone. 'I was never loopy just different really. But I guess now at least I'm living up to my name'

She reached down and tugged on the girls robe until it fell to a hep on floor in front of Hermione's tear soaked face.

'Oh now is not this nice' Luna whispered into the girls ear through her thick ginger hair. Grabbing one of the girl's breasts, she playfully groped and squished it giggling at the girl's quiet moans.

'Your enjoying this to much' Luna said in a matter of fact voice. Suddenly her hand plunged down the girl's bra and her fingers found her stiff nipple, slowly she pushed the sharp points of her nails into the base of the girl's nipple and stabbed the wand harder into the girl's neck.

The girl scream at the top of her voice as Luna's nails pressed deeper into soft flesh.

She had better shut her up.

Luna through hoping that the spells stopping sound from escaping still worked.
'Imperio' she whispered staring at Hermione and enjoying the look of shock, disgust and pure despair that filled her eyes.

A long drawn out breath escaped the girl as the spell easily took her over. It filled her almost completely. Leaving a small spark in the back of her mind totally unable to control her body but able to feel, hear, smell, taste, and see everything that was happening to her. In the back of her head, she did the mental equivalent of throwing her self against the door and walls of a small concrete cell.
'Now now Ginny', said Luna in mocking childish tone, 'none of that. Kneel'
In a instant, her body shaking from mentally trying to resist the force of the curse that tightly bound her mind and bent her will to what ever Luna told her to do, Ginny was on the floor kneeling just above the still shaking sobbing body of Hermione.

'Grab her wrists' muttered Luna the words filled her mind enveloping her unroll no other though could be heard. Suddenly Hermione's tightly bound wrists were held delicately in her small hands, almost as if a child would hold a newly born kitten.
'Now move them up and down, slooowwllyyyyy' groaned Luna in a state of unparalleled excitement because of the poor she held over both of these beautiful girls.

Luna stumbled backwards and feels against the wall. A state of pure pleasure and almost intoxication filled her from the power she held over these two girls making one torture the other and knowing the physical and mental pain it brought them both. Almost floating from the natural high Luna wandered back to her hiding spot and rummaging through the pile found what she was looking for. A think length of black leather. It's entire length cover with inch long razor point studs. Coiling it round her hand so she heard the familiar creak of the leather she walked back to the pair of would be lovers.

'If your going to be my slave, you have to look the part' Luna called out in her dreamy voice as she coiled a single length of the studded leather around Ginny's narrow neck. She only continued to torment Hermione and took no notice as Luna pressed the ends of the leather together. Suddenly as if awoken the leather sprang into live and brought its self tighter around Ginny's neck, no enough to cut of her breathing but enough that it's presence would not be forgotten.

Luna picked up her wand and placing it gently against the top of the collar dragged it up towards Ginny's chin. As she did the thick stiff leather of the collar followed thickening its self and widening only just enough to accommodate Ginny's neck.

As it reached the top of the slender neck, it forced Ginny's chin up into a position of extreme discomfort. With a tap of her wand Luna sent the sharp studs into the leather as they formed thick steel bars that ran the length of the leather these made sure that there was no way that the leather could buckle and give Ginny relief from the horribly strict position. The steel rods also tapered into razor sharp points that protruded from the top of the collar lightly reminding Ginny of the collars presence. However, if she turned her head or inclined her head at any angle the sharp points would stab into the delicate flesh of Ginny is face making sure she would not make such a mistake again.

The multiple obscure charms and curses that made the collar unique had being… Troublesome to learn but then again Luna had her ways and means of getting what she wanted. These ways and means rarely end well for the sources of the information.

Luna danced across the room and kicked away Ginny's robs to the corner of the room. As she did so, a large bottle tumbled out and clinked across the floor before rolling to a stop at Luna's feet. Its smoky green glass enthused Luna to pick it up. Looking at the plain label she read 'prof. Marriott's famous all burning the showing liquid, burn your victim to insanity with our leaving a trace'

Now what would Ginny be. Doing bring such a thing to one of her secret meeting with Hermione? Unless... Luna placed a drop of the liquid on the tip of her finger and gasp as a burning sensation covered her finger the pain was enough to set her on edge and excite but not enough to cause serious pain, it was clear the potion had being watered down.

Luna sauntered back over to where Hermione was still relentlessly tormented by Ginny. Ginny however now unable to see Hermione for the collar prevented her from looking down. It was a shame, seeing how Ginny must have planned to use this potion. She must have wanted see the suffering in Hermione's face. Watch the tears stain her cheeks. The cool calm demeanour of Hermione granger brought down and made helpless. No miracles. No escape.