Notes: *Kukull (alb.) - "a doll" And with this chapter, we are almost done with the scenes of torture and rape.
Her corner of the shack smelled of sweat, blood and sex. The air was sticky and dusty and filled with sounds of grunts, groans and screams still ringing in her head. Hermione could hear her own heartbeat pulsing in her ears as she thrashed in her ropes that tied her to the strange-looking frame, designed for someone's sadistic desires. Her wrists and ankles screamed with pain as she tried to let go of them, only tightening their hold on her wounded skin more. It seemed impossible as the tight knots dug painfully into the bones. She tried to loosen her arms but they refused to obey her, they wouldn't move from their painful positions above her head. She tried to relax them and stretch them apart, but no matter how hard she strained the muscles, they were stuck there. Her blood soaked the ropes through, making it impossible to free herself. Her neck was thrown up and chained to the frame with a silver chain, charmed to keep her twisted body in one position, with her back arching upwards.
That last night was filled with even more punishments. As she understood through her struggles and rebellious attempts to fight back, the Death Eaters lost yet another mission of overcoming the Albanian Wizarding community, the resistance took the better half of them and refused to give up. They were furious when they came to the shack to lick their wounds and have some entertainment. They had beaten Hermione until she was barely able to stand, they had raped her relentlessly. When they had done it enough, they twisted her legs to make sure she'd stay alive and suffer until she could no longer rebel. But, they hadn't expected her magic to flare up like it usually did when she was hurt. She hoped she injured Dolokhov hard enough for him to remember what it felt like to mess up with her.
Her wounds stang and bleed, the cold draught coming from the cracks wasn't helping the situation either, as it licked the sweat from her body, making her tremble. Her captor was furious when he didn't manage to make her respond to the sexual acts he was forcing upon her. Hermione knew it was that animal side of every living being, that no matter how rough the sex was, the desire would always make itself known. She saw it in other victims. But never within herself. Her Occlumency made her will iron-resistant to everything they tried to do to her. Her body screamed in pain, her inner muscles tore apart, and her clitoris burned, but she stayed strong and only squeezed her eyes shut when they ravished her body and thrust into her over and over again.
Until her burst of magic lifted Dolokhov and his minions off the ground and threw them into the nearest wall. She gasped sharply for air. When they crashed on the filthy wooden floor they stirred up clouds of dust. The room was filled with groaning voices, the sounds of struggle, bone cracking and flesh ripping. Hermione tried to turn away, but the chains held fast around her body preventing her from moving. When her torturer came to his senses, he sent all his rage upon her, sending Crucio after Crusio, but even that did not make her scream or beg. And then he did something. Ardenti Desiderio was a dark spell and a very familiar one to Hermione. It made the witch feel unbearable lust but remain unable to satisfy herself and feel a much-needed release. It lasted for only twenty-four hours, but that amount of time could as well drive her mad, despite her Occlumency and willpower.
"Come, let us see how your little pussy is going to fare against this one." A voice called softly from behind her back as he tied her to that frame, straining her wrists and ankles with the ropes. The sound of his steps sounded like a slow march, echoing in her ears and making the witch want to throw up.
"You will be more than willing to respond to my touch, Mudblood!" He crooned in her ear before taking out his knife and leaving the thin line on her belly with its blade. Her blood dripped down her abdomen, between her thighs and Hermione left herself pulsing in response...
Ten hours had passed since then, every approaching minute making her groan in frustration. Her skin became overly sensitive, and even the cold gust of wind howling into the hole in the roof added to her carnality, as she tightened her muscles once again in an attempt to tear the binds. She heard nothing besides the howls of wind and a thunderstorm filling the darkness surrounding her. She heard the rustle of the leaves of the trees as they moved in a restless shower and a faint splash of water dripping from somewhere nearby in the distance. Hermione thought they would return any moment now and force her into a humiliating ritual, but they never arrived. Instead, the door opened with a loud creak and let the woman dressed in grey robes inside. Her name was Kira and she was one of the Albanians Ministers who joined the merry bunch of the Death Eaters willingly and even became Dolokhov's mistress. She levitated the bucket of water, cloth and a block of soap behind her. Hermione's nostrils flared as she smelled the lily of the valley. When was the last time she felt the sensation of water on her skin? She wanted to whimper, she didn't think her body could bear the weight of so many things it had to endure anymore. Kira carefully approached her and reached to Hermione's face with a warm damp cloth. She opened her mouth, trying to catch drops of water dripping from the cloth. Her throat burned.
"Don't speak unless you're allowed to, Kukull," Kira ordered, and pulled her chin down with her thumb, making her open her mouth wider to let more water fall onto her tongue. "They ordered me to make you presentable for their enjoyment, but I'll have my way with you first, you are mine, remember it," Kira spoke slowly and threateningly while wiping the blood and dirt away from Hermione's chin, cheeks and forehead.
Hermione tried so hard to concentrate on the feeling of warm water soaking her skin, but each stroke of cloth on her breasts made her throw her head back and push her thighs up in a vain attempt of seeking friction. She hissed through the clenched teeth as Kira found that fresh scar on her belly and moved the soap over it, the stinging sensation rippling through Hermione's entire body. Tears gathered in her eyes, but she managed to remain still. She bit down onto her lip to prevent herself from crying out loud, her hands clenched. Every part of her body trembled as if she was drowning and trying desperately to swim out of the deep waters. Each second she spent in those bindings felt like a century, even though she could've probably gone into oblivion in an instant.
"Will you promise to stay still if I untie you and tend to your wrist wounds?" Kira asked and placed a wet rag across her breasts. Her fingers lingered there, brushing over her soft skin, teasing hardened nipples, prolonging the torture. The contact sent shivers through Hermione's body. She nodded in affirmation as she felt the chain drop from her neck and her arms fall down her sides. She did not feel like her spine might break at any moment anymore, as her back was free from the chains too. She wanted to press her thighs together when Kira untied her ankles, but the witch shook her finger at her. "Not so fast, Kukull."
She knelt on the dirty floor beside Hermione and taking her hand in hers, started wiping the blood and dirt carefully. Hermione had a strong suspicion that the cloth was sedated with some sort of numbing herbs, but it did not help quite her lust. The witch barely suppressed a moan when she felt cool and soothing hands on her tender and sore wrists. The wave of healing spells washed over her, making her inhale deep and bend her knees. Kira moved closer and stroked her long legs now pained with a reticulum of veins with a wet cloth. Hermione closed her eyes as tears slipped down her cheeks, her lips parting unconsciously. Kira pressed her thumb against her soles lightly. A shudder ran down her spine, and her eyelids fluttered as she felt the older woman's breath ghosting against her cheek.
"You are enjoying it, Kukull, aren't you?"
Hermione wanted to whither in frustration as she felt soapy water drip through her toes. Kira trimmed her nails and removed the dirt from them. She massaged each toe gently, adding additional pressure on her soles and rubbing at delicate bones, still fragile from the last torture. She ran her fingers over Hermione's feet and legs, hips and thighs, feeling her shiver uncontrollably with each new stroke. After Kira got to her feet, she rubbed her hands dry and turned to the witch laying on the ground before her. There were no tears left within her eyes as they remained sealed closed tightly. Her nose and cheeks glistened from the moisture trickling slowly from her eyelashes. Her breathing quickened, and she sucked in breaths through her parted lips.
Kira carefully turned Hermione onto her stomach and caressed her back and her wounded neck, letting the foam cover her skin and the smell of lily of the valley fill her lungs. Hermione rubbed her swollen breasts slowly against the blanket that Kira spread on the floor before letting her lay down on it. Hermione's eyes fluttered open slightly, receiving the first friction. She moaned softly as Kira's hand began to stroke the spot between her shoulder blades, down her spine, teasing her tailbone. Protective runes that Severus once cast down Hermione's back, flared to life under her skin, making her gasp for air and dig her fingernails into the blanket. Even now his magic still protected her from harm, as Kira spread her thighs open and turned Hermione onto her back once again. The cold air ghosted over her wet skin and she wanted to scream, reaching in vain with her fingers to touch herself. Kira stopped her hand.
"What is it you want?" She asked quietly. Hermione gritted her teeth and looked up into Kira's eyes, trying to find the courage to say the words that needed to escape her throat, but she found none. Then the old witch leaned forward to lick her earlobe before whispering:
"Tell me and I will give it to you."
"Let. Me. Come," Hermione whispered finally, her voice hoarse and strained as she breathed heavily.
The older woman chuckled, a strange chuckle full of bitterness, and then her warm breath was on Hermione's cheek, her lips grazing the shell of her ear, her voice low and rough.
"Just wait a bit more, my dear..."
Then there was silence.
Kira stepped around Hermione, knelt and took her head into her hands, cradling it in her lap. The first touch of her fingers caressing Hermione's once long hair made her arch her back and clench her fists. She couldn't stop it this time. The sweat glistened on her skin and rolled down her sides, mixing with the foam on her stomach, the waves of pleasure rippling through her body. Her shoulders quivered as she breathed, trying to calm her rapid heartbeat and shallow breaths. Kira's fingers ran through her short locks delicately, making Hermione moan. Still not loud enough for Kira's satisfaction. The witch finished washing Hermione's hair which was now hanging in crooked strands and knelt between her widespread thighs once more, cleaning her stomach of foam and perspiration and finally lowering her cloth to Hermione's core. Hermione's whole body arched in anticipation of pleasure. Kira smirked and placed her mouth just above the apex of Hermione's thighs and began sucking.
Hermione cried out, biting onto her fist to keep quiet, as she gripped the blanket and squeezed her thighs harder. The pain only served to heighten her desire. Kira continued to suck mercilessly until Hermione heard a sound which made the lust in her veins become unbearable. Her own moan. She pushed both of her hands against Kira's head, pushing the woman's nose deeper between her thighs, forcing her tongue between her folds and making her feel all the more vulnerable than ever before. She felt the other witch's tongue darting out over her entrance, tasting her juices, licking at her clit, swirling inside her hot walls. Hermione groaned deeply and lifted herself up, pressing herself against Kira's face. The witch held Hermione down with her hands on her waist and continued to lick at her clit with fervour. It hurt, but it also felt good at the same time. She squirmed violently as Kira's tongue continued to move over and round her clit, causing her to thrust, thrash and seek... The water dripping, the cloth leaving warm trails on her lower body, her hips bucking and yet not a sound except of barely audible moans and suppressed low groans left her bitten lips. She felt so dizzy as if she would pass out any moment when suddenly Kira's mouth released its hold on her centre and she could breathe again. The witch sent a stinging hex right onto Hermione's bundle of nerves, and with blinding pain, she screamed her release. Finally. The intense burning sensation of heat seared through her body. The fire was too much to bear. She could barely control herself, screaming her lungs out and hearing the ringing in her ears. The witch raised her head and looked at her, licking her bottom lip and smiling.
"There's a good Kukull," she whispered in satisfaction. With a flick of her wrist, she took a white cotton dress with a blue pattern over the hem and cuffs and dressed Hermione in it. It was a ritual robe, and Hermione shuddered when she recognized the ornament. The Death Eaters finally grew tired of her, they were going to kill her after having their way with her one last time. Kira was preparing her for the last act of violence. Hermione shook with fury as she slowly got up from where she was lying on the floor still recovering from the aftershocks. She stared after Kira's retreating back, power gathering in her veins. The white light of Sectumsempra broke through the darkness and hit its aim. The witch fell down, blood sipping from the corner of her mouth.
"Why, dolly?" Kira whispered before the light left her once beautiful gaze. Hermione knelt down and took the other witch's wand, feeling the magic lift the hairs on her arms and fill her almost depleted core.
"Because I am my own person and shall remain as such."
She had twelve hours to kill them all and burn this cursed place down.
Hermione was ready to wait and to fight, as she basked in the feeling of Severus' protective magic saving her life once again.