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Inspirational music: Me and a gun by Tori Amos (it's so heartbreaking because what happens in the song, happened to Tori)
Chap. 12 Beasts
"Aw, don't cry. Scabior's just like that; always 'urting pretty girl's feelings."
Hermione lifted her head immediately to the squeaky voice and discovered a young, rough man standing in the doorway. He looked broad in his worn black clothes and his zig-zag crew cut was enough for Hermione to deem him as a thug. He smiled at her and she could see his yellow teeth as he looked far too pleased with himself.
"What do you want?" she asked as she wiped away the tears from her face. The man began to swagger towards her.
"I see yer wounds are all 'ealed now. Good fer ya, it looked very bad when ya first came ta us. I'm Lackie, by the way."
He sat down heavily beside her on the bed and Hermione thought it best to put some distance between her and this menacingly snatcher. She made to stand up but before her sore body could manage it, a large hand pressed down on her thigh, preventing her from moving. She turned to the smirking man.
"Please remove your hand from me, sir."
She spoke clearly although her insides clenched with fear. The hand remained on her leg as Lackie leaned towards her and said gleefully, "Sir? Oh, I always love a bird with a submissive and articulate nature. The thing is mudblood, I 'ave every right to put my hands on ya." Her confused look spurred him on.
"Ya see, when the Dark Lord came ta the Manor, 'e wanted ta know who had caught ya. Our dear Scabior stepped forward when it was actually the whole snatcher gang that snatched the three o' ya. The Dark Lord said, an' I quote; ya can 'ave the dirty mudblood as a reward. Do what ya want with it. My interpretation is that by 'ya', the Dark Lord meant the whole camp. So I'm 'ere ta take my share o' the pretty treasure."
Hermione's heart leapt and she tried to tug at the firm grasp keeping her in place.
"Don't hurt me, please!" she begged him and felt the tears began to gather again. Lackie frowned at her and his eyes narrowed.
"Don't tell me what ta do, mudblood whore! I don't like that one bit."
Quickly he took hold of her bandaged wrist and the pain made Hermione cry out. She struggled against the stronger man to no avail as she felt his hand creep up her thigh. Desperately she whimpered, "He'll come back soon! Scabior will come back and see you!"
That earned her a punch to her head that made everything in the tent spin before her eyes. Before she could protest, the man threw his entire body on top of hers and forced her back down onto the mattress. Hermione screamed as loud as she could, hoping for someone to come to her rescue but Lackie reached for his wand and muttered with a maliciously grin, "Silencio".
Hermione continued to scream her lungs out but no sound left her mouth anymore. She trembled in fear and bucked under the weight, trying to throw the man off her. He simply threw away his wand and adjusted himself to make it impossible for her to move. He leaned down to her ear and whispered sadistically, "Poor slut, did ya not know where Scabior's gone? 'E's out ta 'unt down a deer. 'E'll be gone for hours. An' ya'll be 'ere with me in a quiet tent. Now, let's see what's under that coat, whore."
He ripped her grey coat open and gasped when he saw the form of her heaving breasts under her tight sweater. Hermione wriggled but he simply put her hands together and held them above her head. She could feel his free hand wander under her sweater and reach the underside of her bra. He pushed it up and kneaded her mounds hard, which made her release yet another silent cry as both the breasts and the ribs hurt.
When he bent down to lick her ear, Hermione saw her chance and lifted her head and bit down on his own ear. He screamed and reeled back from her. He did not release her but his free hand left her torso and flew to his bleeding lobe. Lackie examined his reddened fingers and snarled at her, "Ya like it hard, huh? I'll show ya hard, bitch!"
His dirty fingers found the fly in her jeans and opened it. Hermione closed her watered eyes as the pants were yanked down and only felt how the man dug his fingers inside her knickers and violated her most private parts. When he suddenly thrusted two fingers into her untouched canal she choked on a shriek and wanted to die and escape the terrible pain that spread inside her.
"A mudblood virgin? And 'ere I thought that Scabior 'ad popped yer cherry days ago. Well, 'e won't get the chance now," Lackie chuckled as he continued to harm Hermione's neither parts. She whimpered in despair and agony from the ruthless ministrations of the man above her. Despite her closed eyes, she could not shut out the grunts from Lackie or the feeling of a hard thing pressing against her bare thigh. She shook her head from side to side and in her head a mantra voiced a soundless plea, 'No, no, please no, don't.' The fingers stopped between her legs and the brute loomed over her.
"Why are ya shakin' yer head? Ya want somethin' different? Alright, whore. Ya can use yer pretty mouth."
The fingers were removed from her and Hermione winced from the excruciating pain that remained inside her until she heard a zipper open and felt how a hand grabbed her by the hair and brutally hauled her up to a sitting position. The next second she was being pressed forward but decided to put up a fight. Still with promptly closed eyes, she visibly bit down her teeth so hard that they clashed against each other. A tug at her hair made her open her eyes and she stared into the mad face of her raper. Without a word he bent over the edge of the bed and picked up his abandoned wand. Hermione shivered when the wand was pointed at her face but refused the urge to close her eyes; if she was going to die she wanted to haunt the murderer forever with the look on her face.
"Imperio" She opened her mouth in surprise at the curse the man had thrown at her, before she realized that she could not close it. Lackie smirked contently.
"Now, my obedient slut, I want ya ta suck my cock an' enjoy it." Every cell in her body screamed at her to break the control he had over her and she tried to fought the invisible force that made her move towards Lackie's midsection, just as she had once seen Harry do in a DADA lesson during her fourth year. Her magic failed to free her from the Imperius curse and subconsciously her mind fled from the traumatic scenario soon to be set upon her. She closed her eyes once more and began to think about the Goblin Rebellion of 1612 in Hogsmeade, listing the names of the leaders on either side at the same time as a pungent scent of musk and dirt hit her nostrils. She felt her jaw open wider and her tongue leave its safe cavern and stretch out.
"Stupefy!"
Hermione snapped her eyes open and caught sight of Scabior by the tent opening; a vision of ferocity with his wild hair, the still open leather coat, probably due to his recent movement, his wand pointing at her on the bed and last but not least his face contorted by pure anger. His fury made her feel dark magic radiating from his very being and spread in the now very quiet tent. Deliriously, she looked at Lackie who had been hit by the spell and fallen down to the floor, still with a semi-hard penis in the air. Suddenly it occurred to her that the Imperius curse had been lifted from her when Lackie's concentration was broken by Scabior's spell. She closed her mouth quickly and turned her gaze to her rescuer before she was reminded of the pain in her molested body.
"What the fuck is goin' on 'ere?" Scabior shouted at her and made his way over by kicking away the body blocking his path. Hermione felt her whole body tremble as chock took over and she feared the ablaze eyes shooting flames at her. She wanted the man to back off, she needed to get away from the new rapist. She tried to roll from the bed and crawl away but he was faster, taking her arm firmly and throwing her back onto the bed. He was going to rape her! She had known it since the day he leaned his head on her shoulder and smelled her hair.
She was tired and sore and could not find the strength to even attempt to fight him. She began to scream in fear, clutching the blanket to her body and moved to the other side of the bed, trapped between the man and the wall of the tent. Tears flowed from her eyes and she was awfully aware of his approaching hands. She kicked at them and screamed directly into his face. He stopped dead, looming over her beside the narrow bed with a confused look on his face. Hermione could not care less about the snatcher and curled into a ball with her back to him and cried her heart out, waiting for his large hands.
Scabior looked at the small witch sobbing on his bed and felt the remnants of his rage fade away. Why was she acting like this?
He had only been gone for an hour to blow off some steam in the forest, aiming for the trees and casting spell after spell until he was drenched in sweat. Granger had annoyed him very much with her insults and her inability to utter some kind of gratitude. Was common decency too much to ask for?
Scabior had walked back to the camp, knowing that she could not escape from his wards and intent on demanding a thank you from her. Once he arrived at his tent he could hear noises coming from it. They were muffled but he was able to make out a male grunting and chuckling. Needless to say Scabior had reached for his wand and prepared for whatever might meet him inside.
He flung open the door and saw a man kneeling on his bed, keeping his balance with the arms placed at his sides, and Granger with closed eyes and wide open mouth almost touching his rigid cock with her pink tongue. Before he had a chance to reflect on the scene, a fire flared up within his chest and he experienced the familiar tingling of dark magic surging in his blood. He cast a Stunning spell at the man and watched how he fell from the bed and landed immobilized on the floor. Lackie! Why was he in his tent? He glanced at the woman still gaping with her tongue visible and discovered her wrinkled sweater and her trousers by the knees. Lackie had not forced her to suck his cock, his hands had been on the bed. She had done it willingly! And perhaps more.
Scabior had never experienced the feeling that suddenly scorched his core, clawed at his sanity, dried his throat and weighted his shoulders. He felt possessive, hurt, betrayed, angry and disgusted at the same time but it was not the accurate feeling. He pointed his wand to the mudblood who held his gaze.
"What the fuck is goin' on 'ere?"
Was it a whisper or a shout? He could not tell but regardless of which, he would get answers from the filthy woman on the bed. Impatiently he kicked Lackie out of the way and reached the bed. She made to escape him but he caught her by the arm and pushed her onto the bed. 'Not today, mudblood whore!' he thought but was surprised to see her let out a shrilling scream and work herself into a frenzy. Clearly upset, she moved to the other side of the bed and stayed along the wall. Scabior wondered why she behaved like this and tried to bring her to him by reaching for her shaking form. A defensive kick hit his left hand, inflicting pain and he retracted it swiftly.
Confused by her actions he simply observed how she screamed at him before she curled up and sobbed. He took a look at Lackie again, ignoring the nausea that hit him when he saw his ugly cock. With female whimpers in his ears, Scabior discovered a wand in the stunned man's hand. He looked back to Granger's small frame and suddenly understood the whole situation.
She had been assaulted by Lackie and cursed with an Imperius! Both relief and distress flowed through Scabior and he was not sure how to handle the situation before him. He had never raped a woman although he had seen his share of women after a rape and women being raped. However, he had never taken care of a raped woman, what should he do?
Being the practical snatcher he was, he figured that it would be appropriate to first remove the awful man from the woman. Scabior was not above touching Lackie and so, he brutally took hold of Lackie's hood to drag him out of his tent. He tugged now and then to hurt the man's neck and once outside he lifted the unconscious man as high as he could manage, in order to drop him carelessly to the hard ground.
He aimed some hard kicks at the man's ribs and one satisfying kick at his precious body parts. This brought Lackie to life and he clutched his sex, moaning. The other snatchers emerged from their surrounding tents and watched how their leader manhandled Lackie. Scabior needed to inflict more pain on the dirty creep and raised his wand.
"Crucio" he hissed and saw with gleaming eyes how the man began to scream and writhe on the cold ground as all kinds of agony went through his flesh and bones. After a few minutes of torture, Scabior remembered the woman inside his tent and released Lackie. The man panted but was foolish enough to dare a look at Scabior.
"You stole from me, Lackie. You stole what was mine, just like Greyback did. Snatcher rule No. 15 permits me to choose a punishment for you."
Scabior's voice was laced with neutrality although his brown eyes were as dark as the cloak of a dementor. Lackie quivered, beyond the point of objections.
"Since you seem to like groping defenceless girls I think you'll find it very fun to be surrounded by a bunch of females. Inferi females. Take him away, lads." Two snatchers hurried to fulfil Scabior's wish and grabbed Lackie by the collar. A white face was the last thing Scabior saw of Lackie before he side-along-apparated with his former companions, now turned to guards.