"Please...Please, no! Stop it, please!" Hermione squirmed, screamed and cried as she tried to get out from under Lucius Malfoy, who was hungrily running his hands along her entire body, sending chills of terror through her body, causing her to tremble. Lucius got the wrong idea for it and smirked that famous Malfoy smirk. He started to kiss and bite her neck, leaving bruises and breaking skin every once in a while. She kept trying to get away, and he tightened his grip on her naked hips, holding her in place.
He snaked a hand between her legs and ran his fingertips against her most personal place, and shuddered as he brought the fingers to his lips, licking them. Hermione could feel hot tears rolling down her cheeks, and she closed her eyes tightly, trying to separate herself from the situation that was going to soon happen. It worked for a moment, and kept her from hearing Lucius's belt unbuckling, and his trousers unbuckling. It kept her from seeing him hunched over her, separating her legs harshly. Her imagining stopped her from seeing him preparing himself to tear her apart, in body and soul. It could not, however, block out the pain that elicited a scream from the young girl that could have shattered glass.
Lucius propped himself up on his elbows, keeping his cold, silver eyes locked on her red brimmed, tear filled brown ones. He moved into her harshly, pulling almost completely then slamming back in, sucking in his breath through his teeth every now and then. She tried to look away and he'd growl into her ear, saying things like "Look at me, or it won't be this gentle next time." So she complied, trying not to shut her eyes as she once again attempted to block out what was happening. It didn't work. She felt every centimeter of his flesh touching her's, every tooth that clamped down around her nipples, every bead of sweat that rolled off of him and onto her.
Before too long, Lucius began going faster, and harder, gripping a handful of her hair tightly. He began to breath heavily against Hermione's ear, and thrusted 4 final times, releasing his seed deep into her. He withdrew himself, and pulled his trousers back up, buttoning and buckling what needed to be done. He looked at Hermione, and she swore she look a look of pity in his cold eyes.
Lucius growled slightly and his eyes turned cold again. He pounced on her and withdrew his length from his pants once again. He wasn't gentle, at all. This time, he was vicious, tearing into her core roughly, and making her cry out in pain with every moment he did. His hips rocked hard against hers, bruising her thighs and hips. By the time he was done, Hermione was just laying there limp, staring at a wall to the left of her.
Dolohov strolled up behind her and threw her against a wall. "Don't move a muscle, Mudblood filth!" He growled into her ear, unbuttoning his trousers before dropping them. Lucius turned his back and walked out of the room, hanging his head down, a mixture of shame, guilt and self loathing washing over him like a tidal wave. Hermione cried out in pain with every thrust, every bite, every groan and every sigh that Dolohov made. This man was disgusting. He was vile, cruel and made her feel dirty every time he touched her. He moved in and out of her at a fast pace, and bit her neck hard enough to draw blood. She felt tears rolling down her face, and instant humility as she saw Luna being escorted in by Lucius. She was filthy, being used like she was a common whore.
Lucius bent Luna over the other end of the table and began tearing into her mercilessly. Dolohov saw Hermione turn her head so she wouldn't be looking at Luna, and grabbed her skull and slammed her chin against the table, forcing her to watch the girl's seemingly lifeless face. 'This is too much...Stop this...wake up, Hermione, wake up!' But nothing she thought or did worked. This was her reality, her living nightmare. Luna looked at her and tears rolled down both of their faces. The things they'd have done differently...
Dolohov shot his seed deep within her and withdrew him, pulling his pants back up and slapping her ass. He kept her bent over, and watched Lucius ravish Luna until he, too, came and withdrew. Then, in a sort of sadistic exchange, they walked around the table and began raping the opposite girl. To Hermione, Lucius' touch was unwanted, and it was obvious Dolohov's was not wanted by Luna. However, the two girls knew better than to say anything and kept quiet, aside from small whimpers and cries of pain.
Other than those small noises, loud grunts, groans and gasps could be heard through-out the room, and slowly men began walking in to see what was happening. Lucius had his hands firmly holding Hermione's buttocks as he slammed into her wildly, with a carnivorous rage. Dolohov had his hands holding onto Luna's hips, hard, as he slammed every inch of himself into her, making her entire body ripple with motion. Before long, though to the girls it felt like an eternity, the two men finished nearly in unison and withdrew, pulling up their trousers. Hermione turned around and look Lucius in the eye. She slapped him as hard as she could and he grabbed her arm, bruising it.
"Filthy Mudblood!" And he slapped her, making her body drop.