Warning: some sexual language in this chapter and the next. You have been warned.

"Why have you brought these children here!" Narcissa Malfoy yelled at the Snatchers. "You're paid to round up truants, not bring them to my home!"

"I understand Mistress, but we believe we have the Golden Trio with us," Scabior replied, as he waved to his three captives. As he turned back to Narcissa's face, he saw her eyes widen, and her lips formed a grin. For a second, he could have sworn she had forgiven him...

"Well then, that will change everything if you are right, my dear Scabior," Narcissa said. "Bring them to the Grand Hall, my sister is waiting." Upon hearing this, Hermionie shuddered; not out of fear, but anticipation.

"Very well, Mistress."

The three were taken to the Grand Hall of the Manor and suspended in the air. Narcissa wanted to ensure they could not free themselves easily so she bound their arms and legs together. "OOOH! What do we have here, Cissy?" came a voice from the doorway. Hermionie recognised its owner immediately; Bellatrix Lestrange.

Bellarix Lestrange, convicted Death Eater, Torture Expert and all around feared witch among the Dark Lord's inner Circle. Nobody messed with her, for they knew what would happen if they did; just ask Frank and Alice Longbottom...

"I do believe Bella, that we have the Golden Trio in our midst." Narcissa said calmly, hoping that her sister would be generous with her congratulations.

"Well then," Bella cackled, "Lets introduce ourselves, shall we?" Bellatrix strode over to Ron first, who looked considerably worse for wear having fought with the Snatchers as they were bound. He was sporting a cut lip and cheek, something that Bellatrix was quick to point out. "Who did this to ickle Weasley?" she sing-songed to the rest of the group. Anthonin raised his hand gingerly, praying he would not invoke Bellatrix's wrath. "Hmmm, I suppose that you should be praised for hurting the boy," she started placing a finger next to Ron's cheek and allowing blood to flow onto it; Anthonin lowered his hand thanking whomever it was that saved him from her pain. "Having said that," she continued as her finger moved to her mouth, Anthonin gulped; "You really should have asked me permission." She finished and licked the blood off of her finger before shouting "Crucio!" At once the remaining Snatchers stood back as their comrade was tortured helpless. Not one of them wished to take his punishment, nor did they want to stop her.

As she let up, she strode to the centre teen. "Hmmm, I do believe this is the Mudblood Scum Granger. Tell me Granger, how does it feel to be in the presence of those whose blood is much more purer than your own?" she asked waving her arm around to the people in front of her.

Hermione contemplated her answer, before saying aloud two words she never thought she had the guts to say: "Fuck. You."

Bellatrix laughed. The rest started to laugh with her, unsure of what she was laughing about. "Well, I guess I had better put that mouth of yours to use, Muddy. Crucio!" All at once, Hermione's body was wracked with the same unimaginable pain as she felt when Harry performed the same curse on her. She opened her mouth and out came the most bloodcurdling scream that Ron had ever heard. Hermione was in agony, not only from the curse but also from the restraints, but strangely, the pain started to go away, in its place, an insatiable wave of pleasure. 'No way!' she thought; 'how could I possibly feel pleasure from this?' As she thought this, her pussy started to become wetter and wetter and her screams were becoming more and more like moaning. Bellatrix took the curse off of Hermionie, slightly confused, before turning her attention to her third captive. "And this will be the famous Harry Potter!" she giggled.

"I keep saying this, my name is Vernon Dudley, not Harry Potter!" yelled Vernon. "How many times do I have to say it!"

"Well, I'm sure my nephew can be the judge of... " Bellatrix started, before a silvery glint averted her gaze. Scabior was going through a bag, and had pulled out a rather long item. "Where did you get that!" she yelled, advancing on him as he turned towards her.

"It was in one of their bags, the girl's bag," he whimpered.

"And you thought you were going to take their belongings without my PERMISSION!" she screamed; "Bombarda!, Expulsio! Crucio!" her curses flew at all of the snatchers, who ran out of the door and Apparated away, only Anthonin remained.

"Erm, Mistress Lestrange, what about our money?" he asked and as he looked around, Narcissa's face looked and turned to her sister. She was clearly begging her mentally not to cast that spell. Obviously, she failed.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" screamed Bellatrix and Anthonin was no more. She then turned back to the captives and released them from their suspended bindings. "Take the boys and interrogate them, I wish to speak with the Mudblood. Girl. To. Girl." And as she did, she dragged Hermione by her arms to her quarters, sword in tow.

"Levicorpus" Bellatrix spoke as she entered her bedroom within the Manor. True it was not as big as her own back home but it sufficed. Hermione started to levitate in place as Bellatrix prowled around. "I'm only going to ask you this nicely once," she said. "Where did you get, this?" she continued holding up the sword.

"It was in a lake in a forest, I swear," Hermione said. She knew Bellatrix wouldn't believe her, but she had to try.

"Wrong answer. Crucio!" Bellatrix said as Hermione began writhing about once more. However, the pain was not there, but instead, pleasure; and lots of it. She began moaning as the waves of orgasm approached.

"Where did you get it!"

"In the forest, I'm not lying, I swear!"

"Crucio!" Hermione could feel the wetness escaping her pussy, and she could feel her breath quicken.

"Last chance, Muddy. Where. Did. You. Get. This. Sword. From?" Bellatrix was clearly becoming agitated by the apparent ineffectiveness of her curse.

"I told you," Hermione gasped, so close to her impending orgasm she could taste it in the air. "We found it in a lake in the Yorkshire woods. I Swear."

"Fine Muddy. You leave me no choice," sighed Bellatrix as she took a knife out of her drawer and approached Hermione. "I swore I wouldn't use this curse ever again after the Longbottoms, but you have given me no alternative. " She plunged the knife into Hermione's abdomen and yelled "CRUCIO MAXIMA!"

Hermione screamed. This was unimaginable pain far beyond that of the regular curse, and yet if felt so good! She screamed louder, more primal as the orgasm surrounding her body finally took hold and exploded out of her. "AAAAARGH!" she screamed, as her pussy exploded and gushed every last bit of pent up energy all over her clothes, all over the floor, and worryingly for her, all over Bellatrix.