Imprisoned – Chapter 3
That was Hermione's life for the next month. Every day without fail, Bellatrix would visit her in the morning to humiliate her, and in the afternoon, Narcissa would come to violate her with all manner of toys. Between these rounds, another Death Eater would bring her a nutrient potion, to give her enough energy for the afternoon's activities.
Her will to fight had been broken completely by the twelfth day. She no longer possessed the spirit to fight Bellatrix and Narcissa, simply allowing them to use her as they may. She had hoped that this would encourage the siblings to give up, but if anything, her willingness had given them renewed vigour.
She had given up hope of rescue after twenty-five days.
On the thirty-second day, Bellatrix didn't show up.
Hermione simply hung there all morning, like a piece of meat in a butcher's shop, hair matted with cum from when the sisters had squirted on her, and, once or twice, when they had forced her to cum on herself. She waited. And waited. And waited.
Finally, the door opened. Hermione summoned the strength to look up, and felt disappointment when she saw only a masked Death Eater. Bellatrix's visits had been so regular over the past two weeks that Hermione felt almost lost.
The first thing she noticed when the Death Eater stopped in front of her was that he was carrying the usual sickly green nutrient potion..
"Open up." he ordered. Hermione let her mouth fall open, choking slightly as the man emptied the contents of the vial into her mouth, before forcing her jaw up, forcing her to swallow. The man turned and left without another word.
Hermione hung there for another two hours, with only her thoughts for company. She couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the two witches. What if they had finally grown bored with her? She dared to hope.
After another hour, the door opened again. Hermione looked up, and saw, finally, Bellatrix and Narcissa walking through, both, as usual, completely naked.
Hermione let her head fall back down, dismayed. What now?
Bellatrix stepped forward, releasing Hermione's bonds. Hermione landed on her hands and knees, her head still bowed. Bellatrix smiled, sitting down on the floor in front of Hermione and spreading her legs.
"I believe you know what to do?"
Hermione nodded, crawling forward towards Bellatrix. She didn't even whimper as Narcissa slapped her hand against her ass as she passed, disappearing into the corner where she kept her toys.
Hermione opened her mouth as she reached Bellatrix, running her tongue up the woman's slit, tasting the now-familiar taste of the woman's pussy. Bellatrix let out a low moan, a sound Hermione was by now numbed to. Hermione flicked her tongue across Bellatrix's clit, doing her best to ignore the sounds this elicited from the older witch.
The sound of approaching footsteps caught Hermione's attention. She lifted her head from Bellatrix's crotch to see Narcissa approaching, adjusting a strap-on around her hips. Hermione swallowed thickly. Narcissa had only used this particular instrument twice before. She was not looking forward to it again.
Bellatrix smirked down at Hermione as Narcissa approached. Reaching out, she wrapped her hand around the plastic, taking the entire length into her mouth, lathering the shaft with her saliva. Narcissa gripped her nipples between her fingers, tugging and rolling the stiff nubs, low groans of pleasure escaping her lips.
Hermione didn't get to see any more as Bellatrix put her hand round the back of her head, pulling her forcefully into her pussy. Hermione extended her tongue again dutifully, well aware that she would suffer if she didn't pleasure the witch sufficiently. This also had the added effect of essentially blinding her to her surroundings.
Hermione let out a soft gasp as she felt Narcissa's hands grip her ass, spreading the flesh to expose her asshole, Narcissa's entrance of choice. Hermione barely had time to let out a moan of despair before she felt the dildo being rammed into her ass, sliding in with little effort, thanks to both Bellatrix's saliva lubricating the shaft and the daily violation by Narcissa. Hermione let out a soft whimper, so quiet she was sure the sisters couldn't have heard it and resumed her ministrations.
"No complaints?" Bellatrix asked, a hint of laughter in her voice. "Discovered you like it in your ass, did you, you little whore?"
Hermione summoned what little strength she had left, gripping Bellatrix's clit between her teeth, tugging harshly, trying her best to ignore Narcissa violating her behind her. This, however, didn't work as intended. Bellatrix gave a long moan, pulling Hermione's face deeper into her.
Hermione released the woman's clit. She should have known that Bellatrix would have enjoyed her small act of defiance. Despondent, she pushed her tongue through Bellatrix's folds into her pussy.
Narcissa watched her sister's face contort with pleasure, the sight egging her on. She began thrusting harder and harder, ignoring the blood trickling from Hermione's asshole. Hermione made no discernible noise of protest, though whether that was because she was enjoying the experience or because she was buried too far in Bellatrix's pussy, Narcissa couldn't say.
Hermione could feel Bellatrix quivering, and knew the woman would cum soon. Desperate to end her ordeal, Hermione increased the ferocity with which she attacked the older witch's pussy, hoping Narcissa would leave her ass alone once Bellatrix was done.
Hermione pulled her face away from Bellatrix's pussy, just as a torrent of cum sprayed out of it, drenching her face. Hermione kept her mouth open, allowing it to fill with liquid before swallowing the cum. One time she had dared to spit it out, and Bellatrix had made her lick it up from the floor. She had no desire to repeat that particular experience.
Hermione felt Narcissa withdraw from her ass and fell to the side, spread eagled, her strength completely drained. She turned her head to the side to see Narcissa on all fours, licking the remnants of cum from her sister's pussy, both women seemingly smirking at her.
When she had finished cleaning Bellatrix's pussy, Narcissa crawled up her body, pressing her lips to Bellatrix's. Narcissa rolled off her sister as they separated, kneeling next to Hermione. Bellatrix smirked as she crawled round to Hermione's pussy, running her fingers down through the small patch of hair, teasing Hermione's clit.
"Did you enjoy Bella's cum?" Narcissa asked.
"Yes." Hermione answered weakly, knowing it would be worse for her to speak the truth.
"Of course she did." Bellatrix purred, lightly running her tongue along Hermione's pussy, moistening the folds. "What else did you expect from this Mudblood whore?"
Narcissa smirked before smashing her lips against Hermione's, just as Bellatrix's tongue sank into her pussy. Hermione's mouth opened in surprise, and Narcissa's tongue snaked in, writhing around in her mouth like a nest of serpents. Hermione struggled for a few moments, before settling down, simply letting the women have their way with her. It was always the easiest option.
One of Narcissa's hands wound its way down Hermione's body, pinching and tugging at her nipples, which were hardening against Hermione's will.
To Hermione's shock, she felt Bellatrix pull away from her.
"My, you're getting all wet down here."
Hermione didn't respond, not giving the woman any further ammunition against her. She felt Narcissa run her other hand down her arm, grabbing her hand and bringing it between her legs. Hermione could feel the woman's wetness, and dutifully slipped her fingers into Narcissa's pussy as Bellatrix went back to work on her pussy.
Under any other circumstances, Hermione may have found this treatment pleasurable. However, as the two women steadily worked her toward an orgasm, Hermione could feel the weight of the knowledge that this was for their benefit pressing down on top of her. She screwed her eyes shut, willing her body to give in, to end this torture.
It took nearly ten minutes, ten minutes of Narcissa's tongue squirming in her mouth, of Bellatrix attacking her pussy before Hermione finally came, cum pouring out of her pussy, gathering in a pool around her. Hermione felt the women stand, but kept her eyes shut, tears starting to leak from the corners of her eyes.
The sisters gazed down at their victim, taking obvious delight in the handiwork.
"I think we're done for now." Bellatrix smirked, looking at Hermione's helpless form.
"I don't think so." Narcissa said, looking at her sister. "I haven't orgasmed yet."
Bellatrix smiled, brushing her lips against her sisters', her hand wandering down to Narcissa's pussy.
"I'm sure I can rectify that."
The women turned and left, hands massaging the others' ass, kneading the flesh as they walked, leaving Hermione on her own once again.
Hermione stayed on the floor for a long while, lying in a pool of cum, a mix of her own and Bellatrix's. This was going to be the rest of her life, she realised in that instant. She would die, a sex slave to two woman who treated her worse than an animal. Whatever Harry had grown up with, she was certain it was nowhere near as bad as this.
She summoned the strength to crawl into a corner, curling up into a ball. There was no need for her restraints anymore; she was broken, her spirit gone. She shivered as a gust of wind blew through the single, barred window, hugging her arms around herself, trying to stave off the worst of the cold.
Something clattered against the floor. Hermione looked up, scanning her eyes around in the dim light.
There, lying on the floor, was a wand. Hermione looked around her, checking for any sign that she was being watched, that this was yet another of the twisted sisters' games. Slowly, she dragged her body forward, inching towards the fallen weapon.
She smiled painfully as she picked up the wand, the muscles in her face straining, so unused was she now to smiling. She sat, simply stroking the wood, a plan forming in her mind.
FIN
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