Ok guys, if you don't like sex scenes, don't read this chapter. It's pretty
intense, lets say.
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Chapter 6: Sign of the Serpent
Slowly, the dark figured turned into . . . Clint.
"Clint?"
"That's right. I've wanted you ever since I first laid eyes on you. Now, I will have you."
Clint stripped his clothes off quickly and threw himself on Hermione. Hermione felt sick each time his hard muscles touched her skin. He pinned her down so that she couldn't even move the slightest bit. He hurt her. His hand was resting on her butt when he squeezed it tightly. He kissed her passionately on her mouth and then slowly down the neck. Hermione started to cry. She struggle to get free but the chain just cut her wrists and ankle. Blood started to ooze out. She could feel them.
Clint's hand moved freely up and down her side and suddenly grabbed a hold of Hermione's chest and started to suck on her nipple. He bit her hard on each breast, holding each firm by his cupped hands. He moved back up to her mouth and gives her a long and passionate kiss when suddenly she felt a pain so sharp and so abrupt that she screamed out in agony. Her screamed echoed the room as she felt him enter her.
He pushed. Deeper, and deeper and faster and deeper. Hermione moaned out and pleaded in between each passionate kiss. Stop, please, stop. Whipping her head from side to side, she was covered in his hot, lustful sweat, yet she was still cold, so cold . . .
But he still didn't stop. He kept going deeper and faster. He was panting but not enough for him to stop. He put Hermione through at least an hour of torture. She was so tired, yet she couldn't fall asleep. She kept herself up, afraid of what he might do if she fell asleep, not that she was preventing anything from happening.
"Please-Clint-I-ah-thought-you-AH-loved-me-ah" He ignored this.
He finally stopped. He waited a moment with his penis still deep in her. Then sharply pulled it out making Hermione scream again and harder. It was covered in her fruitful juice. He made his way up and forced his penis in her mouth. She cried harder. Not knowing what to do, being only 14, she felt him ejaculate in her mouth. Her mouth covered in his cum, he arched down once more and involved her once more in a passionate kissed and again pushes himself inside of her. In and out and in and out.
"Please . . . I-AH!" She felt so tense and so much pain and agony that she wanted to just rip her heart out. Yet in reality . . .
She moaned and moaned; he pushed hard and deep as if hearing her moan kept him alive. He pushed until she passed out.
When she came around, she was still naked but Clint was dressed in a robe and arching over her. Her vagina was sore and wet. But she specifically felt a pain in the middle of her chest in between her breast. Clint seems to be carving something on her skin, like a tattoo. Each time his knifelike blade touches her skin she screamed out in pain.
Finally he was complete.
"You're mine now. What you have on your chest is the sign of the serpent. It shows that you are mine. This will prevent you from telling people about this. Just be warned. If you even tried to tell someone, you will feel a pain you never felt before, in more ways than one." He smirked. "It makes your wand helpless against mine. I think I'll see you again tomorrow."
Clint quickly left the dungeon.
Hermione lied there for a moment. Tears rolled down her cheek. She had lost her soul and her virginity all in one night. She didn't know what time it was and she didn't know where her clothes were. Most importantly, Clint has her wand. She was chained to a table in a locked and soundproof dungeon. How will anyone find her?
She leaned her head to the right and started to barf. Her vagina still hurt. She had been beaten, whipped, and abused mentally but never sexually. She was only 14. She was cold. So cold.
Chapter 6: Sign of the Serpent
Slowly, the dark figured turned into . . . Clint.
"Clint?"
"That's right. I've wanted you ever since I first laid eyes on you. Now, I will have you."
Clint stripped his clothes off quickly and threw himself on Hermione. Hermione felt sick each time his hard muscles touched her skin. He pinned her down so that she couldn't even move the slightest bit. He hurt her. His hand was resting on her butt when he squeezed it tightly. He kissed her passionately on her mouth and then slowly down the neck. Hermione started to cry. She struggle to get free but the chain just cut her wrists and ankle. Blood started to ooze out. She could feel them.
Clint's hand moved freely up and down her side and suddenly grabbed a hold of Hermione's chest and started to suck on her nipple. He bit her hard on each breast, holding each firm by his cupped hands. He moved back up to her mouth and gives her a long and passionate kiss when suddenly she felt a pain so sharp and so abrupt that she screamed out in agony. Her screamed echoed the room as she felt him enter her.
He pushed. Deeper, and deeper and faster and deeper. Hermione moaned out and pleaded in between each passionate kiss. Stop, please, stop. Whipping her head from side to side, she was covered in his hot, lustful sweat, yet she was still cold, so cold . . .
But he still didn't stop. He kept going deeper and faster. He was panting but not enough for him to stop. He put Hermione through at least an hour of torture. She was so tired, yet she couldn't fall asleep. She kept herself up, afraid of what he might do if she fell asleep, not that she was preventing anything from happening.
"Please-Clint-I-ah-thought-you-AH-loved-me-ah" He ignored this.
He finally stopped. He waited a moment with his penis still deep in her. Then sharply pulled it out making Hermione scream again and harder. It was covered in her fruitful juice. He made his way up and forced his penis in her mouth. She cried harder. Not knowing what to do, being only 14, she felt him ejaculate in her mouth. Her mouth covered in his cum, he arched down once more and involved her once more in a passionate kissed and again pushes himself inside of her. In and out and in and out.
"Please . . . I-AH!" She felt so tense and so much pain and agony that she wanted to just rip her heart out. Yet in reality . . .
She moaned and moaned; he pushed hard and deep as if hearing her moan kept him alive. He pushed until she passed out.
When she came around, she was still naked but Clint was dressed in a robe and arching over her. Her vagina was sore and wet. But she specifically felt a pain in the middle of her chest in between her breast. Clint seems to be carving something on her skin, like a tattoo. Each time his knifelike blade touches her skin she screamed out in pain.
Finally he was complete.
"You're mine now. What you have on your chest is the sign of the serpent. It shows that you are mine. This will prevent you from telling people about this. Just be warned. If you even tried to tell someone, you will feel a pain you never felt before, in more ways than one." He smirked. "It makes your wand helpless against mine. I think I'll see you again tomorrow."
Clint quickly left the dungeon.
Hermione lied there for a moment. Tears rolled down her cheek. She had lost her soul and her virginity all in one night. She didn't know what time it was and she didn't know where her clothes were. Most importantly, Clint has her wand. She was chained to a table in a locked and soundproof dungeon. How will anyone find her?
She leaned her head to the right and started to barf. Her vagina still hurt. She had been beaten, whipped, and abused mentally but never sexually. She was only 14. She was cold. So cold.