Another month went by and although she didn't share any news with Hermione the witch could tell that Bellatrix was uneasy. One afternoon the death eater arrived home earlier than usual.
"Granger, we have been summoned to a ...party of sorts."
"We?"
"Yes." Bellatrix sighed. "I can't get around it. If I'm not there and if I don't bring you as instructed it will get back to the Dark Lord. I cannot give him any reason not to trust me."
"What kind of party is this?"
"Rich, powerful people sharing those beneath them."
"So a sex party."
"No. Not just sex, at any rate. Death Eaters enjoying themselves at the expense of muggles, in many ways. I will do everything I can to protect you."
"What if you can't?"
Bellatrix looked worried. "We make an appearance and then leave as soon as possible."
Later that night Hermione, clad only in a long white robe clutched Bellatrix's arm outside of the Lestrange manion. Bellatrix looked ravishing in a form fitting purple dress, black diamonds sparkling at her throat. Her normally unruly hair fell gracefully down her back. "Remember, do as I say. Do not disobey me in front of these people."
"Bellatrix, how lovely to see you. I was afraid you wouldn't be joining us."
"Don't be silly Rabastan. I wouldn't miss this for the world. It's been a long time since we've had such fun." Bellatrix led Hermione down a long hallway. Peeking into various rooms showed nightmare images of death eaters, some masked and some not, torturing muggles with various forms of magic. They finally arrived in a large den, where Bellatrix made a beeline for Narcissa and Lucious. The other occupants seated around the room were watching a trio of young women dancing in the center. From their glazed expressions it was clear that they were under the imperius curse.
"Bella, I poured you a drink." Rabastan had followed them.
"Thank you."
"Your servant can join the others in the kitchen, for now." Rabastan said.
"You made me drag her out here because you needed extra help in the kitchens?"
"Not hardly. There will be other forms of entertainment later. You, mudblood, take this one back to the kitchens with you."
Hermine recognized Dean Thomas serving drinks to a group of wizards in the corner. "Yes sir." Dean said at once, leading Hermione away. As soon as they reached the kitchen he hugged her tightly.
"Dean, it's so good to see you."
"You too. I thought for sure, you being Harry's best friend and all, that you were dead by now."
"No. Bellatrix took me. What about you?"
"The Malfoy's. It's humiliating, but not terrible. At least I'm alive. Is she...horrible?"
"No. It's not bad really. Do you know what happened to everyone else?"
"Some. Hannah Abbott is here somewhere, she went to the Goyles. And Justin got taken by Umbridge of all people. The ones who stayed at Hogwarts...I don't know."
Hermione stayed in the kitchen for the next few hours helping the house elves and other muggle borns with the cooking and cleaning. Finally Rabastan came back and ordered her to follow him. He led the way down a set of stairs into the basement. Only a few death eaters were present, mostly men, although Hermione was relieved to see Bellatrix was there as well. The three muggle women from earlier were present as well, kneeling in the center of the room.
"Well well, if it isn't Potter's right hand mudblood." Yaxley cackled.
"Yes, and may I remind you that she belongs to me." Bellatrix said. "Come here Granger."
Hermione began to walk towards her mistress but Rabastan grabbed her arm. "Not so fast, Bella. Surely you can share with the rest of us. He pointed his wand at Hermione. "Imperio" Hermione's mind felt blank for a moment, and then an overwhelming urge to kneel next to the muggle women took over her. Rabastan grinned and took a seat next to Yaxley. Hermione immediately felt the need to crawl over to him. Halfway there she began to wonder what she was doing. This wasn't what she wanted, was it? She paused, confused. Another voice entered her consciousness. Fight it Granger. Come to me. Hermione shook her head, she needed to go to Rabastan.
No. Someone else was calling her, someone she wanted to please more than anything. With every ounce of will power she changed directions and crawled over to Bellatrix, who merely looked down at her, an amused smirk on her face.
"Oh no, I don't think so." Rabastan was on his feet at once, grabbing Hermione by the hair and pulling her up on her knees. He reached out and untied her robes, exposing her body to the death eater's in the room. Rabastan licked his lips and reached out grabbing her breast roughly, Hermione instantly jerking away from his touch. In an instant her head seemed to explode, as Rabastan backhanded her across the face. "How dare you? I am the minister of magic!"
Hermione's eyes filled with tears but she refused to cry. Her mouth tasted of blood where Rabastan's rings had ripped her skin.
"You dare disobey the minister?" Bellatrix asked, looking down at her.
Hermione realized that most of the occupants of the room were watching them, waiting to see what would happen next. "For you? Yes. I know how you are. You don't want to share me do you? You want me all to yourself, I know. I only want to make you happy. Please don't be mad." she finally allowed the tears to spill over. This was apparently the right move, everyone relaxed and someone muttered "Typical Bellatrix."
"You can't compete with her Rab, face it." Goyle called out.
"You know how Bella is." Yaxley chuckled.
"I suppose I'll have to content myself with other amusements then." Rabastan said with a fake smile, sitting back down and turning to the three muggles still in the center of the room.
"My poor pet." Bella wiped the blood off her lip and then pulled Hermione closer. "What a clever girl." she whispered. She then turned her head and captured Hermion's mouth with her own. Hermione knew she had no choice but to participate so she quickly buried one hand in the jet black curls and willingly opened her mouth for the death eater.
No surprise, Bellatrix turned out to be a fantastic kisser. When they finally broke for air and the older woman began kissing her neck she actually moaned. "You like that don't you." Bellatrix murmured. When Hermione didn't answer she tugged on her hair and nipped at her ear lobe. "Don't you?"
"Yes." Hermione's robe was still open and Bella gently cupped one breast brushing a thumb over the nipple before kissing her again. At that moment Hermione didn't care that a room full of death eaters' was watching; she simply wanted Bella. When they finally pulled apart she whimpered.
"I could take you right now, with everyone watching. Would you like them to watch you?" Bella asked.
"If that's what you want."
"No." Bella stood up and pulled her up as well. "Enjoy yourselves gentlemen, I believe I've had enough group fun." She announced before leading Hermione out of the basement into the garden. They walked for several moments before they were far from everyone else's eyes. "I want you." she said, pushing her against a stone wall. "But you are mine, just mine." Her eyes were dark and filled with lust.
"I'm right here. Take me."
Bellatrix ran her hand down Hermione's torso, stroking along her labia gently. "You're so wet."
"That's your fault."
"There you are Bella. You've had her all to yourself now I must insist on having a turn.I am the minister after all. Just hold her right there for me and I'll take her from behind." Rabastan said, approaching the women. "I have had enough of her disobedience." Bellatrix already had her wand in hand and hit Rabastan with an obliviate curse before turning them both on the spot. They landed in Bella's bedroom and the older witch quickly pushed Hermione back onto the bed.
"Take this off." Hermione demanded, tugging at Bella's dress. Bellatrix smiled and unzipped it, letting it fall to the floor. "You're so beautiful."
"Hermione. There's no one else here. You don't have to do this, we can stop."
"No. Please don't. I want you." Hermione sucked hard on Bella's neck and raked her nails down her back. The older witch moaned and guided Hermione's hand between her legs. "Fuck." Hermione had never imagined it would be like this to touch another woman. She soon felt Bella's hand stroking her, dipping into her wetness and circling her clit. "Bella" she whimpered.
"Don't worry pet, I'm going to take good care of you."