CHAPTER 4

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Hermione woke abruptly to the sounds of panting as someone was brutally kneading her breast, pinching her nipple painfully. The cloth around her head was removed and she was lying on a wet mattress in a cell. On her mattress in her cell! And most importantly, she could now see the Death Eater above her, groping and hurting her with one hand and tugging at his... Ugh! She tried to get up, but her attempt was halted by her chained hands that were bound over her head again. She screamed desperately, but the man just took his wand out of his pocket and silenced her once again. Then he returned to touching her and himself as if nothing happened.

She started kicking with her legs and writhing so he would not touch her sore breasts - one of her nipples started bleeding and she could already see the purple bruises forming everywhere from her breasts to her crotch. When she finally managed to push his hand away, he used it immediately to hit her hard over her face, stunning her for a few moments. She fought the dizziness that came from the impact and the pig - did he not have enough for one day! - reached in between her legs, spreading her already abused flesh. That gave her the strenght to start fighting again, but then he moved and sat on her stomach with his full weight, pinning her to the ground and making her gasp and struggle to breathe.

He pointed the swollen and horribly smelling thing in her face and increased the pace of the tugging, kneading and pinching ruthlessly her chest all the time. After a few moments he groaned, lifted himself up a bit and something hot hit her face, getting into her eyes and nose. She yanked at her bonds to try to wipe the slimy substance to be able to open her eyes. By the time she managed to blink the worst away, he was still sitting on her, stroking his ugly organ.

"Lick it, bitch!", he ordered her when he noticed her looking at him. His voice was muffled by his mask. She just stared at him.

"Lick it, I said!", he boomed and slapped her hard again, turning her head with the force of it. No, she won't! She closed her eyes and pretended to be knocked out.

"Useless whore!", he grunted as he got up from her, putting himself back into his pants. "Fuck you, cunt!", he yelled at her angrily and kicked her hard into her ribs.

Had she not been silenced, she doubted she could continue to pretend any further, as she felt hot fire spread around her ribcase, making it difficult and painfull to breathe, but her face was turned the other way and her scream could not be heard. Finally, a creak sounded from the entrance and she dared to look to discover that he had left.

She was lying there, dirty, chained, used, cold and in pain in so many ways! And this was just the first of her days as a Death Eater incubator or sex slave or whatever she was now. Noone cared about her friendship with Harry or connection to the Order! Noone ever even asked her name! Noone cared for her skills and knowledge! Everything they wanted was to use her body! A broodmare for this pig of a man, she was nothing more! Hermione started sobbing, not caring that it made her breathing even more labored and painful, her tears mixing with the disgusting slime on her face, and - after what seemed like days, not hours - cried herself to an uneasy sleep.

After what felt only like a few minutes, but may have been hours, she was roused again - someone was nearing her cell and she tensed. The man stopped by her door, raised his wand and without entering he made her chains disappear. "Pee time, girl! Go and quickly, it smells horrible in there!" Too damn late, Hermione thought, but she immediately sat up and hugged her knees to hide at least a bit of her body from view. She tried to massage her bloody and bruised wrists to alleviate some of the pain.

The man left to release the other girls by the sound of it and she made her way to the hole, staggering on her feet and nearly falling, clutching at her ribs. There was not much to do there as she was not given food or water, but she tried it anyway to save herself from awkward moments in the future. If it was possible to call that a future. She did not want to return to the mattress - she had had enough of it for a lifetime. Instead she curled into herself in the oposite corner, shivering and waiting. Maybe the man is supposed to care for them and will bring her some food? And something to drink! Her lips were creaked, she was thirsty and felt lightheaded after her short walk.

She put her hands in her lap and only then noticed truly the state of her body - there were bruises everywhere and her legs were covered with dried blood! There was a dried glue-like layer of something mixed with blood smeared on the insides of her thigs. The something was sperma of the pig, the same slime that covered her face, pulling at her skin as it dried too! As soon as she realised that she started scratching at it madly with her nails and fingers, trying to clean herself of it as much as she could. She scrubbed and scrubbed till her nails broke and her skin started to cover with fresh blood. Hermione raised her bloodied fingers to her face, observing them impassively like they belonged to someone else.

She studied the blood and suddenly remembered what Voldemort said the previous day - the Death Eater was asked to do some kind of bonding ritual with her. That was why there was so much blood on her - the little she read about various kinds of bondigs always included blood. And always were permanent and fatal when broken. And then it hit her like a fist to her stomach - even if she gets out of this smelly hellhole, she will never be free now. The startling knowledge combined with the sadness over her lost virginity, her lost parents and friends that she will never see again, her lost life that she will spent here. The tears stung as they made contact with the fresh gashes on her face and she slided sideways along the wall, lying on the cold hard floor and hugging herself fiercely even despite her painful ribs. She knew she should use the time to stretch, to go and try to look out through the bars of the door, but she just couldn't make herself do it over all the pain and sorrow. It was so useless anyway!

The next time she woke up she was still lying on the cold stone floor, hugging herself and shivering violently. Her throat was killing her, her head pounded and - what was the worst - she couldn't even swallow as her mouth and throat were totally parched. Her tongue seemed to be glued in her mouth and so dry that she couldn't even lick her creaked lips. She was not chained - did they forget about her? Maybe they just didn't bother; and with a good reason, because even thinking about moving her body anywhere seemed impossible right now.

However, her tremors worsened and the mattress looked much more attractive than it ever had - it was at least a bit warmer and softer, if she remembered correctly. She tried to stand but gave up quickly when her vision started to blacken and opted for crawling instead, all dignity put aside. Her ribs protested painfully, but the result was still worth it, she thought as she collapsed on the smelly mattress that luckily was just slightly wet now. She only closed her eyes for a moment to alleviate the dizziness - or she supposed it was only a moment, the time was playing tricks on her recently - when she was yanked upwards by someone's spell.

Before she woke up properly, a cloth was pulled over her head and she began floating somewhere. No! Not again! It's just a nightmare! This can't be happening! But the constant pain from her ribs, scratches and bruises told her otherwise. She was soon put down and chained in the very same position she had been in previously, bend with her hands up against a wall. She was shivering and desperate but no tears came - she was probably too dehydrated for that. The sounds of more people filling the room came again and she could only wait for The Pig - that's what she began calling him - to rape her once more. She only hoped it will be quick and then they will just let her die quietly in her cell.

And The Pig really came after a while. He stroke her back, but obviously was not satisfied with only that this time and she was pulled from her position, turned over and thrown against the wall, facing the room and the people that she could not see. Then he came closer and touched her between her bruised breasts, continuing down to her painful ribcase and belly. Admiring your work, Pig? She would have spat into his face if she could.

When he had enough of that, she was turned and bound again and soon she heard not only the screams of the girls and dirty comments of the men but also his pants hitting the floor. She closed her eyes and braced herself as his naked body touched hers and his hand rested on her shoulder. Then she felt that slimy warm thing touching her butt and his fingers spreading her lower lips to allow it an easy passage.

This time she was not filled so suddenly - he took his time inserting himself into her and every second of it was a hell. She was still so sore after the first rape and his mauling! Finally, he was fully sheated into her and started moving. He felt so much bigger inside of her than when she saw him! She was stretched to her limits and he still seemed to want to reach deeper. He held her by her shoulders now with both hands and she could hear the sickening slapping of flesh against flesh as his hips bumped her butt in a regular rhytm. Each impact sent a wave of pain though her ribs and her pounding head and her vision swam and narrowed. She did not have the strength to fight the dizziness and felt her consciousness slip from her - unfortunatelly only after she heard The Pig groan as he emptied himself inside of her again. She let the darkness take her, wishing she would never wake up again, and did not even notice him withdrawing from her at last.

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