CW: some physical abuse (slapping etc), bondage, nonconsensual groping, rough nonconsensual oral sex
Hermione is brought to a small chamber where an older woman helps her wash off the sweat and grime from the past few days. She is not allowed to keep the clothes she was wearing and is deposited in Prince Draco's bedchamber in nothing but a light robe. The room is large – larger than hers was, but she tries to purge any thoughts of the past from her mind.
She wants to keep things away from the bed as long as possible, so she sits on a plush chair across the room. She tries to think of anything she learned about this family from her tutors. She believes that Draco is the youngest son – and generally regarded as the most reckless and least interested in anything political.
She is just beginning to regret not paying more attention to her lessons as a child when she hears footsteps outside the door. The handle moves and she is struck with the sudden urge to run and hide. But there is nowhere to go. So she sits, frozen, as Draco enters the room and closes the door behind him.
His steps are leisurely as he crosses the room. Hermione quickly rises and curtsies, gaze focused on the ground, etiquette training still hardwired.
Draco stops in front of her. "Look at me," he says.
She does, trying very hard not to look as afraid as she feels.
He holds her gaze. "Take off the robe." His words are not sharp or loud, but still hold authority.
Heart pounding in her chest, Hermione unties the sash and let the light fabric slide off her body to the floor.
"Pick that up," he says.
She leans down to obey him, but before she can rise, he has a heavy hand on her shoulder, forcing her to stay kneeling. She looks up at him.
"Do you understand what this arrangement is?" he asks.
Hermione swallows and tries very hard not to look at his crotch. "Yes."
He strikes her cheek so suddenly she does not see it coming. Pain blooms over the side of her face. She blinks back tears as he forces her to look up at him.
"We are equals no longer, princess," he says. "You will address me as 'your highness.'" He pauses. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, your highness," Hermione says with a whimper.
"What are you?"
"Your whore, your highness." She tamps down the surge of outrage and anger within her, as that would surely get her hurt again.
"And what is your purpose as my whore?"
She clenches my jaw slightly. "To please you, your highness."
"Good, now stand up."
He relinquishes his grip on my chin and she rises. She resists the urge to cover up as he focuses his gaze on her body. His first touch to her shoulders makes her flinch, but his strong grip holds her in place. He runs his hands down to her breasts, which he first holds gently in his hands. When he brushes one of her nipples, she shivers.
"Has anyone ever touched you there?" he asks.
"Only my lady's maids when washing me, your highness," Hermione says quietly.
He nods, still looking at her breasts, gently squeezing them with his large hands. He suddenly pinches her nipple and she cries out. He flashes a wicked grin. "Wonderfully sensitive."
He then makes her lay on a strangely shaped couch that elevates her hips as her legs dangle over the edge. He sits on a chair and pushes her legs apart. She closes her eyes tightly and tries to think of anything else.
Hermione feels his fingers slide between the lips of her pussy and that is when she snaps. She closes her legs and scrambles away from him, off the couch. He watches her with his intense eyes as she backs away from him.
"Please," she begs. She is trembling all over and her heart is racing, and this terrible, terrible feeling is beginning to pool between her legs.
"I didn't think I had tamed you so soon," Damian says calmly. He rises from his seat and comes toward her.
She continues to back away from him and he chuckles. "You cannot escape me. You know that."
And she does. But that doesn't stop her from wanting to put as much space between her and him as possible. She tries to dart around him, but he grabs her arm, stopping her in her steps. He hits her face, with the back of his hand this time, and she cries out.
He pulls her close and growls into her ear, "Don't think that just because I've been gentle so far that I won't make you obey me. And I have no qualms about hurting you or tying you down until you do." Hermione whimpers, and he smiles. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, your highness," she says, barely above a whisper.
"A little louder?" he asks, his grip on herarm becoming painful.
"Yes, your highness," she gasps out.
"Good." He drags her over to a table and bends her over it. Her hands are bound behind her back and her legs each to a table leg. She shivers, feeling even more exposed than before. And she cannot see Damian anymore, or what he is about to do.
His fingers slide through her folds again, spreading them open. "Has anyone ever touched you here?" he asks. "Inside?"
"No, your highness."
"Mhmm," he says, and the anticipation in his voice fills her with more fear.
Then his hands move up to her ass. He grabs tightly, kneading roughly. He smacks one cheek, none too lightly, and she gasps. He chuckles and smacks the other one. "I will enjoy turning your skin nice and red."
He spreads her cheeks and Hermione feels his breath between them. "And I assume no one has ever touched you here either?"
"No, your highness."
"Wonderful."
He unties her ankles but leans over her so she cannot get up from the table. "You won't try to run off again, will you?" he asks.
Begrudgingly, she shakes her head. "No, your highness." Better to bide my time, she decides, until the opportunity for escape arises.
He grabs her by her hair and leads her to the seating area. He sits in a chair and forces her to kneel in front of him. She watches in horror as he begins to unbutton his pants.
"Your other holes I shall save for tonight," he says. "But I do need some relief right now."
Hermione is not entirely unfamiliar with anatomy, of course. She had biology classes. But diagrams are very different from the real thing, especially when one is naked, kneeling, and knows what is expected of them.
"Open your mouth," he orders.
Still staring at his hard cock, she keeps her mouth firmly closed. He slaps her face hard and uses her gasp of pain as an opportunity to stick two fingers in her mouth.
"If you bite me," he warns. "I will make life unimaginably difficult for you."
The threat is deadly serious, and she forces herself to relax her jaw and allow his fingers to probe her mouth. With his other hand, he strokes his cock, some precum dribbling out the end.
He pulls his fingers out of her mouth and uses her spit to stroke his cock. He grabs her hair with his other hand. "Open," he says, and she obeys, eyes still on the cock that looks impossibly big to be going into my mouth.
He makes Hermione take it in her mouth and it's only a quarter of the way in when she begins to panic. She struggles against the rope at her wrists, wanting to push him away. Draco pays no mind and continues to push her head down, forcing it into her mouth. As it reaches the back of her mouth, his hips twitch and she feels herself start to gag. He pushes her face down until her nose is touching his abdomen and his cock is down her throat. She is nearly relieved before she realizes that he is nowhere near done.
Draco gives her a short moment before pulling her partway off by her hair and slamming her down again, moving his hips up to meet her. He drives his cock down her throat, making her choke and gag until she has tears streaming down her face. He is so big inside her that Hermione feels like her throat is stretched with every thrust. Part of her wishes she could just faint so she wouldn't have to feel it anymore.
He grunts with every stroke, and growls at her to look him in the eye. He calls her a whore, a slut, nothing but some holes for him to use. When she closes my eyes or look away, he slaps her face until she looks at him again.
His words come less and less as he nears his climax and she is suddenly afraid he might force her to swallow, but he pulls out right before. His hot seed covers Hermione's face and his grip on her hair forces her to take it all. Satisfied, he leans back in his chair, relinquishing his grip on her hair.
Hermione sits back on her heels but doesn't dare to look away from him. His cum drips down her face and onto her chest and thighs. Her jaw is sore and she kind of wants to throw up, but, she thinks, I've done it once now. At least I've done it once, and it can't get worse than this.
He looks at her, calculating. "I think you'll do quite nicely," he says and she's not sure whether she should find that reassuring or terrifying.
A/N - I know this story is kinda a lot but hopefully there are some like-minded folks out there who enjoy a bit of filth! (and not to worry, there will be a warning at the beginning of each chapter)
xx
antonia