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Embracing My Very Own Darkness	By : TheTVJunkie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 44434 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N: Hi everyone!^^ Glad to see you back.
Now then, here we go again so without further ado I give you Hermione's experience in Lucius' little torture chamber. ;p Hope you enjoy.

Chapter Twelve - 'An Interactive Dungeon Tour'
Her legs still shaky, Hermione tried her best not to stumble while she was harshly dragged across the drawing room. Her mind had not yet come to terms with what had just happened and even worse, that all in all she had actually enjoyed it. Parts of her had hoped that once this 'compensation' as Malfoy had called it, had been claimed, all the unresolved tension burning inside of her would have been eased but as it appeared quite the contrary was the case.
Her ravishment had only fuelled the longing that was threatening to burn her from the inside out, Hermione now being more eager than ever to descend into this maelstrom of misguided hatred, mad cruelty and sick desire. Shuddering in both the remnants of shame and outright anticipation, Hermione had to admit to herself that she couldn't wait to learn what Lucius had in stock for her next...
Lucius had picked up his cane from the fireplace while passing by it and Hermione tried her best to keep step with him best she could while feigning resistance and struggle. She feared that if she didn't, this would not only diminish the excitement, but would also make her look...needy. The vice grip Lord Malfoy had on her wrist certainly helped to keep up the charade and funny enough she was grateful for this 'support'.
Secretly, Hermione's eyes raked over him while he strode before her all his glorious nakedness, unashamed and confident, the only obscure 'accessory' being the infamous cane in his hand. Hermione inwardly sighed.
Why does this evil have to come in such a forbiddingly intriguing disguise?
Unlike Severus, only a few scars grazed Lucius' otherwise flawless backside and well-formed buttocks. The little hair on his body Hermione could make out from her current position matched the abnormally light colour of the silky strands on his head which stood in stark contrast to his slightly tanned complexion, making Malfoy's appearance even more surreal than usual. Hermione never knew what muscular physique was hidden under those expensive robes and garments. And she blushed when a sudden gush of fresh arousal wetted the insides of her thighs; making Hermione worryingly aware that her attraction to the disdainful Pureblood was no longer restricted to the psychological basis of mutual hatred. No, it gradually became a strong physical attraction as well
Damn him.
For a split second Hermione's lips curled in a silent grin when an audacious thought hit her. With that looks and his dark past and reputation let alone his haughty demeanour, Lucius Malfoy would make a gorgeous specimen for "Play Witch". Witches all over the world would be drooling all over his centrefold, the sales of the magazine going through the roof for sure.
Yup. Just him and his pimp cane. (*)
Hermione giggled and briefly wondered just when she had become so superficial and chauvinistic. But her giggling didn't go unnoticed so she quickly shushed her rambling mind to meet the curious look Malfoy shot her. "Something funny?" He asked, raising a brow at her while letting go of her wrist and shoving her through the door back in the hallway.
"No, Sir." Hermione replied, having a gut feeling that she'd be better off not to share the "Play Witch" idea with him. It was highly unlikely he would approve. "It's nothing."
In contrast to the drawing room, the ancestral gallery was chilly and Hermione wrapped her arms around herself. She looked down at herself and noted the remnants of sticky seed running down her thigh. Hermione was a bit shocked that this fact didn't disgust her as much as it should have.
Hm. Why don't I feel nauseous about this???
It was just now that she realised that some of the drawings' inhabitants were glancing bluntly at her in a lewd fashion. Hermione rolled her eyes.
So much for the morals of Pureblood aristocracy...
Lucius gave her a smack on the bottom and Hermione could have sworn she heard some of the drawings laughing nastily.
"Get going, witch." He pushed her in the direction of the stairs that led down to his dungeons, then added. "Or would you rather have me drag you down there as well?
"Ummm...I think I'm capable of walking, thank you." Hermione answered while they made their way down the stairs. Then Hermione added curiously. "Has dragging fighting females been a customary procedure in this situation in the olden days?"
"No." Came the clipped reply. He then produced a rusty key from his pocket and unlocked the old iron double door before them.
"No?" Hermione was surprised by the disappointment in her voice.
"No." He repeated, then pulled the door open with an ear-piercing creak. "They were neither in the condition to walk nor to be dragged anywhere."
Hermione swallowed but didn't broach the subject again. She never knew that it was good that way. The oath magically obliged Malfoy to tell her the truth about everything she wanted to know about the mysterious past he and Professor Snape had shared in Voldemort's ranks. However, tales and images of the Dark Revel's victims being not only manhandled and humiliated into sexual performances, but also beaten into bloody pulps, having their bones broken and painfully dislocated from its socket, deep incisions inflicted on their skin and badly bruised all over afterwards before they even set food in the infamous dungeons of Malfoy Manor would have...sort of killed the sexual tension for Hermione in this very moment. Hence, Lucius was glad she didn't ask.
"When they regained consciousness..." He continued sinisterly, sending shivers down Hermione's spine nonetheless. "...they usually found themselves in here." He gestured for her to enter the equally dim-lit chamber in front of her.
Tentatively, Hermione stepped in and held her breath. Her back stiffened in apprehension while she tried to come to terms with the sight before her. The creepy room had no windows at all; the only source of light being a few flickering torches on the wall and a heavy iron chandelier hanging deep from the ceiling which was not lit. An incredible abundance of cruel and partially rusty instruments of torture filled the room; apparently collectables which were passed from generation to generation since Hermione could make out devices from several centuries; originating from the Muggle and Wizarding World alike. Some of the instruments, like the weird wooden construction right next to her, even seemed to be covered in dried blood stains. Hermione's hair stood on end and she winced when Lucius strode past her and lit the fireplace on the far wall, ignoring her for the time being.
Oh holy shit! What have I got myself into???
Nevertheless, Hermione's natural curiosity kicked in and she couldn't help but inspect the odd wooden device further. It basically looked like a table, but its back was higher than its front; giving the construction a somewhat crooked appearance. Leather cuffs were attached to each timber beam and Hermione suspected them to hold the victim's wrists and ankles securely in place while the whole body was pressed flat to the table and immobilised. Still, she couldn't figure out the actual purpose of this apparatus since it was way too high for a human to step behind the victim and take advantage of her so naturally the question just slipped out of her mouth.
"What...is this, Lord Malfoy?" She asked, turning her head to see Lucius busy with untangling a couple of chains that hung from the ceiling. He looked at her with an amused expression.
"My dear Miss Granger, you'd better not ask question you don't want the answer to."
"I do want to know." Hermione said hastily, not sure if this was a good decision. "Please tell me, Sir."
Lucius returned to untangling the chains and manacles, explaining nonchalantly "Well, this specific device was made for rewarding our allies..."
Allies? What allies?
"...or to severely punish and humiliate particularly stubborn captives." He added. "Apart from that...it made an interesting and rare form of entertainment. Voldemort loved it."
Hermione blinked. "What allies?" She asked silently.
Lucius gave her a smug smile. "Renegade Centaurs." He waited for Hermione to connect the dots.
And then the penny dropped. Shocked, Hermione's eyes grew wide.
Bestiality. Male Centaurs fucking human females. Or even human males. The pain must have been unbearable when the centaurs' gigantic anatomy destroyed the poor captives' orifices...
"Oh."
Suddenly Hermione felt nauseous. Her eyes quickly darted around to find something less-threatening and she was glad when she spotted a small shiny device on a nearby stretching bank. Grabbing it, she let it dangle before her eyes, giving it a closer look.
Now something that small can't do much harm, can it?
A ring was attached to a hollow tube with a stem and once again, Hermione had no idea of its purpose. She looked at Lucius questioningly, but didn't dare ask. He chuckled. "Now put that down silly, prince's wands (**) have not been created for girls."
Hermione did as she was told, but memorised the term for later investigation. For now, her need for gruesome knowledge was satisfied.
Her apprehension gradually growing, Hermione tried to calm herself by letting her eyes wander through the room; hoping to find something familiar in the process. Suddenly, her gaze was caught by yet another infernal device which Hermione's recognised as a 'Pear of Anguish'. She recalled seeing one of those in a medieval exhibition at the British Museum her parents took her to years ago. As far as she remembered, the hideous tool was either used as a gag to shut up victims effectively or, even worse, to inflict severe mutilation by distending it to its maximum after inserting it either orally, vaginally or rectally in the poor victim's openings.
He can't hurt me. He can't hurt me. He can't hurt me.
The words echoed in her head like a mantra. Picking the tool up gingerly, Hermione viewed the metal body from all angles. Fascinated and scared all the same, she then slowly turn the screw at the bottom of the pear-shaped instrument, it's petal-like segments spreading apart before they suddenly snapped open to full capacity with an awful sound.
Horrified, Hermione dropped the device with a high-pitched shriek of surprise and it hit the floor clattering.
"Holy shit!" She blurted out. "Please tell me you weren't thinking of using that horrible thing on me!?"
"Hm?" Lucius replied, feigning ignorance even though he had been watching Hermione from the corner of his eye for quite some time, amused. He had never given 'tours' through his dungeons, but it had just been too tempting to see how the realisation that she has brought this on herself sank into this twisted little mudblood's oh-so brilliant brain. The horror on her face was simply delicious.
Malfoy snorted. "Believe me, there are more effective ways of putting your...charms to use." He gave her a lewd smile, then added. "I'm sure we'll find a more entertaining way of keeping your naughty little mouth busy."
Hermione would have frowned at Lucius' blatant remark had she not been so anxious.
"Very well." Malfoy continued, gesturing for Hermione come closer. "Will you have these chains applied willingly or shall I knock you out for protocol's sake?"
Hermione winced. "No." She quickly replied, scurrying over. "No need for sticking to the protocol, Sir!" She hesitantly held her arms out to him and when the manacles snapped shut around her wrists Hermione was relieved that the thrill of sexual excitement increasingly started outweighing her anxiety.
Her wrists secured above her head, the chains were then lifted just high enough so Hermione's feet barely touched the ground. Next, Lord Malfoy attached shackles around her ankles; having the foresight to connect both shackles with a bar in order to prevent her from kicking out.
Shit. He really leaves nothing to chance.
Obviously satisfied with his precautionary measures, Lucius started circling her and Hermione's nervousness came back when he disappeared out of her field of vision. The young woman stiffened when she suddenly sensed fingertips running playfully over the welts on her buttocks; silent testimony to yesterday's spanking she had received from Professor Snape. Hermione heard a low chuckle behind her.
"From what I can see Severus has paid thorough attention to your derrière already." Malfoy gave her a smack that made Hermione's bruised buttocks wiggle while he admired Severus' handiwork. "Pity. My horsewhip had your name on it." He seemed to reconsider his plans for a moment.
"Nevertheless..." Lucius purred after a while, reappearing in front of Hermione and bringing the headpiece of his cane to Hermione's eye level. "...since you seem to have a weakness for the rod..." He pressed one of the adornments on the knob and Hermione let out a shocked squeal when all of a sudden a set of long, razor sharp blades shot out behind the relatively short fake teeth of the silver serpent's wide open mouth. "...you might enjoy this as well."
The horrified look on her features had a well-known and ecstatic effect on Malfoy; the additional arousal making his straining erection bounce in gleeful anticipation. Closing his eyes for a second, he revelled in the addicting, lustrous feeling. To him, unadulterated fear on others ranked sky-high amongst his favourite aphrodisiacs. What a shame it couldn't be bottled...
Hermione shuddered violently in her restraints when Lucius slowly brought the blades to her throat with perverse relish; breaking the uppermost layers of skin while trailing his cane all the way from Hermione's jugular down to the hyper sensitive flesh of her right areola. A tiny stream of blood started flowing along the scratch and Hermione followed the spectacle mesmerised; surprised that she felt comparatively little pain. The hormones and the adrenaline that were rushing through her system seemed to raise her acceptance threshold for physical suffering immensely and Hermione was grateful for that since she had the vague suspicion that this was most likely just the beginning.
Funny enough it, was just now that she remembered to have seen that very sort of injury before. On Professor Snape.
So finally, another piece of this mystery was solved. Yet the question as to Why? remained unanswered. For now.
Hermione snapped out of her haze when she felt Lucius' practised tongue trail along her wound to lick the blood away; stopping just before her hard, rosy nipple. Looking up into Hermione's flushed face with those cold grey eyes, the remnants of Hermione's fresh blood still evident on his lip, Malfoy whispered suggestively. "Now tell me, little Mudblood, what are your thoughts on..." He gave Hermione a look that made her blood run cold despite her ever growing arousal. "...piercings?"
Lucius drew Hermione's attention to the second pair of fangs on his cane, which was still dangerously close at her nipple.
*gasp*
Before Hermione could even think of uttering a terrified 'Hell, no!' it was the magic of the oath that saved her; blue sparks and beams of light tugging angrily at the headpiece of Malfoy's cane. Seemingly, the oath had sensed that Hermione's horror at the prospect of being pierced had not been of sexual nature so it kicked in even if the damage to her body wouldn't have permanent since it could have been magically reversed afterwards.
Annoyance was plastered across Malfoy features. He narrowed his eyes dangerously. "You know, this bloody oath leaves you way too many choices, my dear." He hissed. "If this had been for real, you'd have more than just two nipple rings I assure you.
Hermione gulped. "More...than two rings?"
Lucius sneered, the frightened look evident in Hermione's big eyes a big turn on for him. "Indeed. Like any good aristocrat I made sure of marking my properties accordingly."
Hermione's eyes grew even wider. Now this was definitely the old hypocrite speaking.
"Noblesse oblige." He shrugged, smirking. "I leave the rest to your imagination."
As if by command, Hermione's twisted mind instantly came up with at least half a dozen awful ways of 'marking property' but was once again her train of thought was interrupted when Lucius withdrew the cane from her breast and continued to draw blood on his way down towards lower regions instead.
"Fine then, no piercings for the time being." Lucius stated and Hermione let out a little sigh of relief.
"Let's try something else, then..." He drawled, watching Hermione's reaction intently while she suddenly became more and more fidgety, little pearls of perspiration rolling down her forehead. Hermione swallowed audibly when the snake fangs neared her folds in an alarming fashion.
"Oh Merlin, please don't!" She whimpered nervously; confused that no little blue stars came to her rescue. Hermione was dead sure that she wanted those pointy fangs nowhere near her pussy.
Malfoy ignored her plea completely; then pressing yet another button on the cane and the razor blades pulled in.
*Phew*
Nevertheless, that didn't stop him from applying pressure on Hermione's delicate parts, finding her nub with alarming precision and eliciting a needing and frustrated moan from the young woman. The insides of her thighs were glistening with the tell-tale product of her arousal and Hermione's distinctive scent was heavy in the air.
Her moans became more and more wanting, the tension increasingly unbearable until Malfoy eventually shot her a smug smile and started pushing the headpiece into Hermione's core at an agonizingly slow pace; revelling in her sheer wantonness.
Arching an eyebrow, he started mocking her, knowing pretty well about the effect it would have on the lustfully squirming young woman before him. "Tut tut, Miss Granger. No magic kicking in? I can't help but be shocked..."
He then started pumping the cane inside of her viciously and Hermione couldn't help but move her hips uncontrollably, meeting each thrust willingly while babbling incoherent nonsense, desperate to find release. She was well aware of the fact that the fake blade teeth of the snake's head could shoot out any time again and yet she was enjoying this immensely. The thrill of danger, the exciting awareness of this being wrong and degrading on so many levels brought her to a height that Hermione had never thought possible. All it took was another skilful twist, the cane's headpiece hitting just the right spot inside of her core and Hermione fell apart soundly, a string of obscenities on her lips before she went limp in her restraints.
Lucius snorted. "Now, really..." He purred, almost appraisingly, removing the cane and leaning it against the shelf next to him. "...such whorish behaviour. You never cease to amaze me, little Miss Goody Two-Shoes. Good for you. In the olden days that would have saved your life for another day." Lucius freed Hermione's wrists from the manacles, but left the leg-spreader and she gave a weak half-smile in return.
"So did all of your human playthings have to go through that kind of procedure before you decided on whether having them killed or entertain you further?" She asked sardonically, rubbing her bruised wrists.
Malfoy smirked at Hermione when he lifted her up easily over his shoulder and carried her to the pillory which was sitting in the far corner. Inserting both her hands and her head in the holes of the device, he snapped the wooden board shut and locked it.
"Don't get cocky with me, luv." Lucius hissed, emphasising his statement by sliding his fingers playfully down the curve of her spine, thengave Hermione yet another smack on the arse, harder this time.
Ouch!
Hermione heard footsteps moving away from her and tried to crane her neck. However, she failed; the tiny hole reducing her movements to looking straight ahead.
All of a sudden, she sensed a presence behind her and before Hermione knew what was happening, she felt something cold attached to the more sensitive parts of her body. First, there was a sharp sting on both her nipples and labia, which made her cringe and gasp in shock. Second, some sort of constant weight was added to the barbaric tools. It hurt greatly since it bit deeply into her flesh and yet it felt oddly...arousing.
"What the fuck is this???" Hermione panted, not aware of the demanding tone in her raspy voice.
"Language, Miss Granger." Lucius replied patronisingly, then sneered. "And, to answer your question, those clamps are obviously something you're stupid magic doesn't think it necessary to save you from."
He walked past her and unceremoniously pressed a round object into Hermione's mouth. Her jaw was wide open and funny enough it was a somewhat familiar feeling. Since Hermione's parents were dentists she was never afraid of having checked on her teeth. Thus, she knew those instruments that kept the 'victim' from shutting their mouths. Blinking, Hermione had a vague suspicion what this would be leading to.
The ultimate humiliation.

A/N: Uuuuuhhhh...now what could that 'ultimate humiliation' be? ;) Any suggestions? *lol*

And isn't it interesting that the protective magic of the oath seems to know what Hermione wants/needs before she does herself?^^
Anyway, thanks for reading. Reviews much appreciated! :)
By the way - I'm looking for a BRITISH beta in order to brit-pick all my 'Harry Potter'- and 'Sweeney Todd' stories. So if you happen to be a British native speaker with enough free time on your hands to correct my fics in a timely manner (A week at the longest for each chapter) I'd be very happy if you'd PM me! :))) Thanks.
(*) Regarding Lucius' centre fold in 'Play Witch' I was thinking of something like these (both not my work) *rofl*:
http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/10300000/lucius-malfoy-lucius-malfoy-10372598-400-500.jpg
http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/27100000/Touch-My-Wand-severus-and-lucius-beneath-the-masks-27191098-558-790.jpg
(**) Yup, this little instrument of torture really exists under that very name. If you dare, google it. ;)
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