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"Please, please…no."
Hermione's head fell in exhaustion as her naked form remained tethered to the beams above her. The light from the dancing sconces along the dank dungeon wall was minimal but she could just make out the forms of her torturers as they watched her.
"Miss Granger, I find myself quite perplexed. For once, I actually desire words to spill from that little know-it-all mouth of yours. For once, I seek an answer from you and you refuse to cooperate. Tell me, why should we desist our present course of action if you won't provide the answers we seek?"
"I… I can't… I don't…" Her voice trembled its weakened and exhausted response as her eyes remained focused on the ground at her feet.
Her sense of sound was heightened but her breathing was the only thing she heard for a few seconds before a heavy sigh caused her eyes to flicker to its source at the wall to her left.
The voice of her second captor was smooth as silk as it glossed out threatening words that had no business being uttered in such a calm and pristine manner, "Severus, my friend, I do believe you are losing your touch. Perhaps it's time I take a turn." With graceful motion, Lucius Malfoy pushed off from the wall and sauntered toward her.
Hermione's heart pounded beneath her ribs as she choked out a panicked plea, "No, no! I…Professor...please..."
"Ahh, does the little Mudblood believe you will save her, Severus?" The sadistic blond interrupted with his signature, condescending drawl, his voice much closer now.
Snape chuckled maliciously. "Well, she did, until this very day understand my allegiances lie… elsewhere, Lucius." This voice was melodic and deep and it taunted her for the trust she used to have in it.
The clacking of boot heels had her body on high alert as Malfoy came up behind her. Her sensitized flesh crawled as his ridiculously soft, high thread count robes tickled the bare skin of her back. A warm and gentle hand tucked her curls aside as his whispered words and heated breath met her ear. Words spoken with a tenderly delivered tenor that belied their intention. It was now obvious where Draco had learned the cruel technique. "Is that true, my dear? Were you so foolish to believe Severus Snape would actually turn his back on his Slytherin brethren?" A soft kiss, as though from a lover, glanced against her shoulder.
A traitorous tear rolled down her cheek as she recalled the earnest words spoken from the Headmaster she had believed in so fully. "Dumbledore," she barely rasped, "he believed, and I believed… oh... God."
"Severus does have quite the talent for espionage," Lucius chided as a fingertip trailed from her shoulder up to her wrists which were suspended above her. He adjusted her restraints and she found the strain on her joints diminish slightly. A heady wift of tobacco and leather struck her senses as he remained pressed against her and instead of repulsing her, she found herself breathing it in.
When he stepped away, a chill crept up her spine and, unable to help it, more tears began to trickle down her cheeks. So far, the two men had not really harmed her. They had stripped her and hung her and they had touched her bare skin in mostly non-intimate ways, but she was not a fool. She knew what was likely coming. It was this undeniable realization that had caused the traitorous water to build up and spill over. It was abundantly clear that Severus Snape was not going to save her. They would hurt her, possibly rape her, and certainly kill her.
Her mind raced for leverage… anything to save herself. Her panicked voice was desperate as she quickly said, "What about… Lily? What about your vow to protect her son?"
Another set of boots approached, and Hermione found herself recognizing the familiar gait. How many times over the years had she heard those distinct dragonhide boots marching swiftly down a castle corridor? How many times had the sound of the soles of those very shoes intimidated her as they shuffled on the floor behind her while his scrutinizing and scornful gaze peered over her shoulder and into her cauldron?
His fingers tilted her chin up as he stood before her. Fingers that she had admired as a student. Skilled fingers that had mesmerized her with their precision and beauty. She was jolted from her thoughts as he growled, "Do not mention her name again." His menacing, charcoal eyes bored into hers; the ferocity of his threat evident in them as well as the tone of his voice.
She swallowed heavily. "I'm sorry, just…please don't hurt me."
Her professor studied her sincerity briefly before stepping back and leisurely inspecting up and down her naked body. His leering scrutiny paused at the apex of her thighs and she felt a hot blush wash over her. She closed her eyes in her shame but could still feel his perusal of her nakedness. She let out a sob when a large, calloused hand cupped her left breast and flicked her nipple.
"You've grown into quite a fine specimen, Miss Granger. I've watched you blossom from a prepubescent child to the woman you are now. I've never found myself attracted to a former student before, but seeing you like this? Bound and bare…? Well, I can't deny the surprise. I wonder what you will feel like when my cock is buried in that little cunt of yours?"
Black spots danced before her vision despite her eyes being closed. She felt herself teetering on the edge of blissful unconsciousness. Another drop of water trailed down her cheek and she jolted as a warm tongue swept it up. Her eyes flew open to find steel gray orbs looking down at her. "I do so enjoy the taste of tears." Her breath hitched as the sob she desperately wanted to swallow caught in her throat.
Both wizards were standing a few feet in front of her, their intent no longer a mystery.
"Tell us, Mudblood. Tell us what we need to know, and all this will stop." Her blond torturer continued to speak as he stepped closer. "Tell us, and you will remain untouched, a virgin intact for a… lover perhaps? A rapist? The Dark Lord? It is not my place to predict where your future should lie if you cooperate, but I can assure you your body will remain untouched on this day, by either of us."
The unmistakable bass of her professor added with no small hint of lust, "By all means, refuse if you must. I will be rewarded either way. Whether by the walls of your soft quim or by the pleasure of bringing the Dark Lord the information he covets."
This was it. She was going to be raped. There was nothing she could do. No matter what, she wouldn't betray that which she had been entrusted. She would hope for unconsciousness, hope for an escape from the abuse she knew was coming. However, she would not betray her friend. "I can't. I can't betray him," she whispered, defeatedly.
She shivered as hands grasped her hair and yanked her head back while at the same time a pair of lips assaulted her throat. A whimper escaped her vocal cords when a warm palm grasped her right breast and kneaded it roughly as softly spoken words tickled the skin on her neck. "I do so enjoy the feel of a small, firm tit. I look forward to sinking into your delicious arse as I play with them." Hermione had always thought that Professor Snape had possibly the most identifiable voice of any man, but in this moment, the slow and taunting melody of Lucius Malfoy's cruel promise reminded her that his was equally recognizable.
A breathy and hiccoughed-through-tears plea was all she could manage. "Please don't hurt me. I'm…I'm so scared."
There was a brief moment of silence.
"This was your choice, Miss Granger. We gave you two options and you decided where this encounter would lead." Her distraught chocolate irises opened and met the onyx depths of her prior professor as he slowly stalked around her. Her focus was pulled to the deliberate movement of his hand as it stroked up and down what she thought was his wand. Her mouth went dry when she realized it was a riding crop.
Snape caught her glance at the black, braided implement in his grasp. "Oh! Did you think we were simply going to fuck you?" His tone was one of fake surprise. He tsked mockingly, "No, no, no. Perhaps we should have been more clear. You see, Lucius and I… we have certain… proclivities that require particular… accoutrements. In short, we like to play with our food. We like to… tenderize it. Marinade it. Then we will feast on it and take our fill."
Hermione was gaping at the dark wizard in shock when suddenly a hard slap landed on her bum from behind her. She couldn't help the "Oompf!" that escaped her lips.
"Last chance, Miss Granger," the cooing voice of Lucius Malfoy whispered. She closed her eyes in dread as fingers trailed delicately from her hip, along her waist, to her left breast where it lingered a second before pinching her nipple, hard. "Yes, small and firm," he added in a rather clinical tone.
Severus smirked tauntingly as he moved closer. "I wonder if you are truly the virgin you claim to be. Certainly, Potter and Weasley have had a taste."
She once again felt the brush of Lucius' impossibly soft robes as he pressed up against her back. Hot breath was on her neck as whispered words tormented her with wild and untrue accusations. "All those weeks on the run," he paused to breathe her in, "with adolescent, sex-obsessed young boys."
Hermione's eyes shot open and she shook her head, vehemently. "No! Of course not! They're my friends!"
Lucius laughed. "What? Friends can't fuck?"
She didn't bother to respond.
"They thought about it. I can assure you." A warm palm gently caressed her left buttock. "Every day. Multiple times per day," he added. While Hermione couldn't see him, she could hear the cruel smile on his face.
She swallowed heavily as she tried to squash and deny the fact that she had considered the same thing on occasion. She had wondered what sex would be like and sometimes, when it was quiet and she was with her boys, she would peek up from her book and watch them. She would imagine their mouths and their hands…
"Did you know you blush, Miss Granger?" Hermione felt intense heat flush her cheeks, humiliated by her body's betrayal. If she had been pink before, she was likely scarlet now. The cruel man, who she had trusted until today, needled her. "It gives you away and I find I'm curious. What thought or memory could produce such a delightful reaction from you?"
She closed her eyes once again and tried to imagine she was anywhere but here. When she didn't answer his question there was a brief period of silence. She felt very much like prey as the two vultures started to circle her.
"Well, it seems you have made your choice," Lucius stated with mock resignation.
"Last chance," Snape whispered, gravely.
She didn't say anything and merely kept her lids shut tight, willing herself to be far away from their leering and lustful eyes, their brutish touch, and their terrible threats.
"I don't think she's going to take that chance, Severus." Lucius chuckled darkly and when her eyes popped open, Hermione could see Snape's darken with carnal promise.
"Wonderful," he drawled. "I'm not going to lie, this was the outcome I was hoping for. Why don't you get the clamps, Lucius? I'll start with the crop."
"With pleasure."
Hermione watched warily as Lucius crossed the room to a chest of drawers, but was then distracted by the slap and bite of leather against her backside. "Ouch!" she yipped, startled. She was barely given a reprieve, however, before the crop made contact again with the opposite cheek. "Ah!" she tried to shy away from the slap, but the reappearance of Lucius wouldn't allow her to move out of Snape's reach.
"Our little Mudblood is panting, Severus," Lucius murmured, running his fingers down the side of Hermione's face before catching and tugging a curl enough to make her scalp sting. "It appears that she likes the heat of the crop."
"Let's see if she's as fond of the nipple clamps," Severus suggested wickedly. Hermione couldn't help the moan that left her lips as the crop landed again. What was wrong with her? Why in the world did the blooming heat in her backside make her womb quicken?
She gasped loudly as Lucius reached out and plucked the nipple of one breast, but her eyes widened at the sight of the clamps in his hands. They looked big...and heavy...and were connected by a chain. He was going to put those on her nipples? "Please, sir!" her stare moved from the clamps to crash with his eyes. "Please don't put those on me!"
Lucius' gaze went from teasing to hard in the blink of her eyes and she felt the threat of tears tingle her nose as he got right into her face before saying menacingly, "You can beg all you want, Miss Granger. But we will be taking our pleasure from you tonight," he backed up an inch, staring down his nose at her. "If you're a good girl, you might find your own...if we allow it."
Hermione bit her lip to stifle a small scream when he took one terrifying-looking clamp and opened it while stretching her nipple out with his opposite hand. She watched in fascinated horror as the tip of the clamp slowly closed over her peak. First there was a bit of pressure, but the more he let go the tighter and tighter the clamp became until it was almost unbearable, squeezing her nipple nearly flat. "Oh gods, oh gods, oh GODS!" It started as a whimper, but became a feral scream. "Please take it off! It hurts - oh fuck, please! It hurts!" She barely registered him plucking her opposite nipple to attention as she started sobbing, tears of pain tripping over her lashes as the sting in her backside rose. Snape had continued to rain down the riding crop from the swell of her bum and hips, down to her thighs. Another scream left her when the second clamp was in place and two, deep, distinctive chuckles permeated the space as she arched her back.
She was almost hyperventilating, the pain of her nipples causing an uptick in her respirations. She needed them off...desperately, now! Then something happened to completely divert her attention. Warm, smooth fingers were sliding through her folds - somewhere only her fingers had ever been. The gentleness of the touch coupled with the fact she was absolutely drenched made her breath hitch and stutter. The pleasure was an absolute counterpoint to the pain in her nipples and on her backside.
"Merlin." Lucius' voice came out slightly strangled and the sound of the crop hitting the floor made Hermione's head swivel as she tried to look behind her.
"I want to feel." Hermione's heart sped even faster when fingers from behind dipped into her entrance. A nuzzle of a nose on the side of her neck left a trail of warm breath against her throat. "Fuck, who knew the little Gryffindor princess was such. a. little. slut?"
Hermione grit her teeth as humiliation curled through her belly and more tears leaked out of the corner of her eyes. "I am not a slut," she said, her voice slightly broken as it caught on the lump in her esophagus. "I haven't even...I've never-" The tightening of her throat broke her off.
"Ah." Lucius' voice was warm in her other ear as his fingers played with her slick clit and Severus' spread the lubrication her pussy was making over her perineum and up to her back entrance. She jerked in surprise when a finger swirled against her dark star.
"What...what are you doing?" Hermione couldn't seem to control the whimpers that were escaping her lips as both men teased her slit, making something wind and tighten and quicken within.
"Does it feel good, Miss Granger?" There was a deep rumble before a hot tongue licked the tendon in her neck as the finger at her anus started to push insistently.
"No!" she exclaimed, though the feeling in her womb became more intense.
"Oh, yessss." Lucius' fingers moved more quickly on her clit as he nibbled her earlobe and Severus breached the ring of muscle of her backside. There was a slight burn and she let out a whimpering sob as her knees started to tremble.
"I think she's going to come with my finger up her arse, Lucius," Severus taunted. "Should we let her?"
"Perhaps if she knows how good it can feel, we'll be able to fuck her six ways from Sunday without much resistance?"
"I do enjoy a willing woman much more than one I have to force," Severus agreed, and she gasped again as she felt his finger curl inside her tract. She'd had no idea that anything...there...could feel so good. Then she cringed as she realized her thoughts.
"Stop," she panted as the ache in her clit intensified. "Please stop!"
"No." Lucius' denial of her plea was succinct and a slight change of the pressure of his fingers pushed her over the precipice of her pending orgasm. His eyes locked with hers as her head tilted back and her jaw dropped open. She let out an undignified sound that was half protest, half relief as she was engulfed in fire, Severus' probing digit only intensifying her climax.
Her knees went weak and she slumped in her bindings, the chaffing of her wrists now matching the burning in her nipples. "Yess!" She wasn't sure who hissed their pleasure at forcing her to fall because her blood was pounding in her ears and her mind went blank as her eyes rolled back into her head.
Hermione had no idea how long she had been out of it, but when she came around, she found herself being carefully strung into a very, very different position. Even though she felt utterly limp with fatigue, her heart rate started increasing again as she re-registered the pain of the nipple clamps. "What are you doing?!"
"We are suspending you," Severus said with the tone of her Potion's professor lecturing. "These ropes," he smoothed his hands over the criss-crosses of rope that created an X over her breasts and parallel lines at their top and bottom. They also circled her shoulders and just above her elbow. She knew they also patterned at her back between her shoulder blades. He continued, "are positioned to support your body in the air, so no specific point of your upper body is too strained."
"And these ropes..." She looked down to find Lucius finishing winding the twine around her left ankle, matching the right. She also had sections of the rough material around the juncture of each thigh and directly above each knee. "...will suspend your legs, so they are out of our way, providing us with clear access to your...charms."
She had no chance to say anything as, with a jab of his wand, Severus made the rope jerk and she was gently lifted into the air. Another flick from another wand, and her legs were pulled up and out so she looked to be sitting spread eagle in the air, directly at the height they needed in order to fuck her. She whimpered at both the gentle sway of the clamps and the feeling of being held aloft by the ropes.
Both men started circling her, checking and adjusting her suspension. "She looks lovely," Lucius finally said, pausing a few steps away from her within her line of sight.
"I agree." Severus nodded. "Shall we?"
"Yes."
Then, they were undressing. Hermione's eyes widened as Severus slid his wand down his frock coat, all the buttons coming undone in its wake. Her gaze moved to Lucius' hands as they deftly unbuttoned the small, mother of pearl buttons down his white dress shirt. She couldn't help looking up at the ropes, which had been guided through carabiners attached to the ceiling beams. Knowing there was absolutely no escaping her fate, she felt herself slump into her bindings, hissing as the movement caused the clamps still encasing her nipples to bump and burn.
Severus paused in his undressing, a white undershirt half unbuttoned. "Shall I remove those clamps, Miss Granger?"
Hermione closed her eyes. "Yes, please."
"Please what, Miss Granger?"
She didn't have to ask what he meant. "Sir. Please, sir."
"There's my brown-nosing little swot." He sounded almost fond. Severus finished unbuttoning his shirt before shrugging it off and letting it fall to the floor before moving forward. Hermione felt her eyes widening as she took in his form.
Severus Snape was very...very...fit. And it honestly shocked her. He smiled somewhat crookedly at her as he stepped forward, seemingly guessing her train of thought. She hissed as he took one of the clamps between his thumb and forefinger and pressed it open. Her mouth fell open as a wail of surprised pain broke through her lips. How was it that they felt worse being removed? She barely heard his explanation through her discomfort. "What you are feeling is the return of blood flow to the tips of your lovely breasts, pet." He removed the other and she shrieked again.
A low chuckle drew her watering eyes to Lucius, and again she was surprised to find a very well built, naked man. A frisson of fear and perverse anticipation ran up her spine as she noticed he was completely naked, his erection jutting as proud as the man from the apex of his thighs. She swallowed as tears fell once again.
"Please don't do this," she whispered.
"You know what you have to do to put an end to this."
"I won't...I won't give away his secret."
"Oh, Miss Granger," Lucius stepped into the V of her legs, reaching out to run his smooth fingers through her slit for the second time that evening. "By the time we are through with you, we will know so much more than just his secret. We will know all of yours, as well."
Hermione's jaw dropped as two of his long fingers breached her entrance, curling against the front of her vaginal wall. Her head dropped back on a moan when his thumb found her clit and then everything started blending into nonsense as pleasure overtook her when he started pumping his digits in and out of her furiously. She couldn't speak, couldn't breathe. Her whole world was sensation and, before she knew it, her entire body bore down and she cried out in a howl as the most intense orgasm of her entire life engulfed her in white-hot flames of bliss.
Severus swore as he watched a stream of fluid cascade down Lucius' palm and wrist, his best friend and sometimes lover meeting his eyes with a wickedly pleased grin as the girl's body seized with her pleasure. He moved behind her curvy little body and aimed his wand at her anus, cleaning her tract while she was too distracted to notice.
"I want her arse," Lucius said and Severus smirked.
"It's yours."
"No!" Hermione had come back to herself. "No, I don't want this. Let me down, let me go. I swear - I'll tell no one!"
"I will say it again," Severus snarled, grabbing the messy braid he had put in her hair to keep it as out of the way as possible. "You know what you have to tell us to end this."
"I can't!" she said on a sob.
"Then Lucius will take your arse...while I take your pussy," he murmured into her ear before scraping her neck with his teeth. She could feel Lucius spreading her arse-cheeks and something slippery and cool coating her crack.
"Please don't, sir." She turned her head to look into Severus' eyes. "Please...I - I know you don't want to do this."
"That is where you're very, very wrong, pet," he murmured, and surprised her by brushing soft kisses across her jaw before placing a single, sweet kiss against the corner of her mouth. "I absolutely want this."
Hermione whimpered as she felt Lucius slot his glans against her slick back entrance. She gasped when she felt him push through the ring of muscle just as Severus tried to distract her with a hot kiss to her lips and a tug on one over-sensitive nipple. The intrusion was borderline painful, the stretch too much. A strangled sob rose from her chest, but her professor slid his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply and thoroughly as Lucius sunk into her inch by painful...delicious...inch.
Just as Lucius' hips met her backside, Severus pulled back. "He'll let you adjust, Miss Granger," he said softly, his breath fanning out over her face. Then, he gently slipped one hand down to massage her clit, causing her to arch and whimper, which pushed the cock buried in her arse to deepen just a bit.
Lucius' large hands were on her hips, gently massaging as his lips trailed wetly over her shoulder, little nips making her jump slightly. "She's loosened up, Severus," Lucius reported gruffly. "Get in that tight little cunt of hers - I'm ready to make her scream."
Hermione didn't have the energy to plead anymore as Severus' hand fell away only to undo his trousers and pull out his cock. She groaned as he ran the tip through her drenched labia before pressing himself to her small entrance. It seemed impossible that he would fit, especially given that Lucius was already taking up so much space inside of her. The penetration was firm, but slow and she cried out as he broke all the way into her, stuffing her to the brim.
"It's too much," she sobbed, tears falling again. "You're going to break me," she sniffed. "It's too much!" But then Lucius pulled out slightly before pushing back in, snapping his hips lightly at the end of the thrust as Severus pulled out. She had no words after that, just nonsensical babble and whimpers. Her head lolled forward, resting against Severus' chest as they started a give and take that would ultimately leave her shattered.
Hermione groaned, Lucius cursed, and Severus growled. While it was uncomfortable for her at first, it quickly turned into the most incredible experience of her young life. The pleasure was beyond description. The glide of their cocks was like a choir singing in perfect harmony, and her crescendo was imminent. It was then that they started to sing in unison, and all the breath left her.
"Oooooh my gods!" she cried out as both cocks filled her with the same rhythm, stretching her to maximum capacity. Her orgasm was building with allegro speed and she didn't know what to do outside of curling her fingers into tight fists and letting out a guttural scream as they pushed her to her completion.
She felt them fuck her through her orgasm, which triggered a second, smaller climax, before first Lucius and then Severus stuttered to a stop, grunting as they came inside of her.
Hermione was the first to come down from her high, only to find the men forehead to forehead over her shoulder, breathing heavily. For a moment, she felt triumphant, a large smile crossing her face. She had beat them at their own game. Here they were - spent - and she still held her secret safe.
It was Severus who opened his eyes to see her smug expression, and it was Severus who's eyes darkened in understanding before he gently brushed her lips with his. "Don't look so self-satisfied, Miss Granger," he told her.
"Does she now?" Lucius had a smile in his tone.
"Like the cat who got the canary and the cream."
"Ah, I take it she doesn't realize that we're just … getting started?"
Hermione felt the blood drain from her face at his words, her eyes clashing with Severus'. The dark man smirked at her evilly. "No, she most certainly didn't realize that."
Hermione watched in horror as Lucius paced around to the front of her with his wand in hand, studying her as though he was deliberating his next move. When he grinned maliciously and flicked his wand, causing it to vibrate, her eyes shot open wide in alarm.
She was done. She just couldn't. It was a secret she couldn't hold on to any longer. Not if it meant they weren't going to stop. "Please…please. I can't take it anymore. I'll tell you. Just… stop." She let out an exhausted mewl as Lucius paused the vibrating tip of his wand just as it was about to touch her very sensitive clit. Her voice was weak with its resignation. "I'm a terrible friend. I just can't…Tell your hideous Lord that… that… Kreachur's secret ingredient in Witch's Brew Cake is….it's Muggle condensed milk." Her head fell forward in self loathing for her betrayal as she whispered, "He uses a Muggle ingredient."
Severus was standing right in front of her, where Lucius had been only seconds before. "There, there. Was that so hard?" he whispered in his melodic tone.
She nuzzled her face into his shoulder and shuddered, her sobs giving way to laughter.
Snape chuckled and ran his hand over his eyes as he pulled the witch close with his other. Lucius was now behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his face dipping to her temple, where he kissed her lightly. Nestled between her two men Hermione was absolutely exhausted. "Wow," she whispered.
"No kidding. I thought you were going to keep us going all night, you little sex crazed minx," Lucius teased.
"You wish," she retorted. The men quickly untied her and carried her to the bed in their room down the hall. As all three lie together and recovered from their exhaustion, Hermione looked first at the blond on her right and then the onyx-haired lover on her left. "I'm getting tired of always playing the victim in our little games. I want to be the big, bad Death Eater next time."