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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission. I only own the plot.

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Disclaimer : The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission. I only own the plot, a pc, and a cat.

A/N: Dear readers, Please be warned, in this chapter you will find the warnings written at the start of this fiction will apply. There are very dark and unsettling parts, such as rape and other depravities, which I decided to section, you can skip those parts, or not…. so read at your own risk. Lord Voldermort is not fluffy and won’t be very nice in my story. His Highness does not do nice, and in this chapter, he is living up to his name, DARK Lord. (Hides behind couch from pitchforks, torches and rocks).

Please read, review and rate ? Enjoy :]

HM

PS. Thank you dear Hubby for proofreading, Beta’ing, and your support :] xoxoxo

If there’s typos and errors, blame me I always add, remove, retype and make a blunder after him …all errors are mine ;]

“For Dialogue”

‘For Thoughts’

‘For Flashbacks’

Chapter 13: Your true colors

Honor ??! HONOR!!!! With rage and ferocity guiding her actions, she pulled back and away from him, She glared at him, with all the hate she could muster, wiping with the back of her hand the saliva and some of his sperm, off her lips.

Deep inside she knew half of this hate was directed towards herself as well, because no matter how she denies it, she took pleasure in controlling him, in seeing him come undone under her ministrations at least for that amount of time. Additionally, she also satisfied her curiosity about what she never thought of experiencing, this soon. It angered her though, and she was loath it had to be with him.

Looking up at a Lord post-coital-smiling Voldemort, words just did not want to leave her vocal cords and almost died on her lips. She was seeing something that no one-except his sexual partners obviously- have seen.

His whole face was different, his eyes were back to their amber-golden color with the streaks of red, the slitted pupils gained their reptilian nature again, while his cheeks were tainted the faintest hue of pink, lips moist and redder than usual, jaw relaxed, and a sheen of sweat made him glow, he was the epitome of satiated.

Yet it was not the physical aspects of his visage that baffled her. It was more an impression of egotistical fulfillment, as if he achieved an ultimate goal, which had nothing sexual to it, it was unnerving as well, since his smile was one of the “gotcha!” variety, and this did not sit well with her at all. She felt infuriated by it, she was looking at a predator who has bitten, chewed and swallowed his prey, and she was said prey!

Enraged more by his satisfied fiendish mien, she seethed through gritted teeth, breathing from her nose deeply so that she avoided screaming at him,” Honor?! You …you spanked me, molested me, raped me, and you want me to thank you for what you did?!”

Like a snake attacking its meal for the day, both his hands shot out, so fast she did not see them; she only realized what happened, in matter of seconds, after she winced from the pain that shot from her scalp to her brain. She flinched under his fingers grasping so tight on her hair, she was afraid he was going to scalp her with his bare hands. Thus to ease the pressure and pain she had to move with his hands, when he pulled her closer to his abdomen, while tilting her head up, to look at him, his eyes were so ice-cold, they could have competed with Antarctica for the coldest place on earth.

With a tone to match his glacial demeanor, she swore she heard gusts of polar winds whistling about her when he coldly yet very calmly stated,

”I find myself forced to correct whatever false impressions you have about your position, slave!” He sneered the last word, and the witch felt her heart stop! Her eyes grew double their size at the appalling word, and he smirked cruelly, pulling a bit harder on her hair, her hands flew reflexively to his wrists to pry them off, but to no avail.

His fingers were like an octopus, latching onto a rock, undisturbed by her attempts and as a punishment, he jerked her head closer, letting her chin rest on his rock hard abdomen, between his navel and pubis, her breath came in gasps, while he imperturbably continued,

“should I refresh your memory, and remind you who won the war? You are nothing if I do not say you are. You have nothing, if I do not give it to you. You, slave, among many others, are spoils of war. You are my property. Your thoughts are not yours any longer, they are mine, your mind is mine, every cell in your body is mine, your breaths are mine, your heart and soul are mine, your pleasure is mine, your pain is mine, your very existence is mine, your life is mine, in a nutshell, I own you.”

One word was repeating itself in the shocked witch’s mind ‘Slave’. It was akin to a bad song refrain that is stuck in one’s head for an indefinite span of time, and drives the person crazy with irritation.

His chilly tone drew her back from one nightmare to a more hellish reality when he said ” The liberties I allowed you, were at my own discretion. I let your insolent attitude and cheekiness slide while it was still amusing. However, the picture that your intelligence seems unable to grasp is simple, I rule, whatever I say goes, my word is law, in brief, I am your GOD. My orders are your bible. You, the same as the rest of the world, obey."

"If I tell you to do something, you follow orders; no questions asked, no hesitations, no complaining. You are here to serve me, like the good slave that you are, that is your place now, beneath me, at my feet. I command; your only duty is to do as you are told. You are here at my beck and call. Whatever I demand you will carry out, whenever and wherever I tell you, you perform. If I tell you jump you say how high, if I tell you to suck my cock, you open your mouth at my disposal, If I tell to lick my ass clean, you stick out your tongue and ask where else to lick clean after you are through. That is what a slave and fuck-toy does."

"Make no mistake, I will fuck you and use every single hole in you, either you comply and get pleasure in your pain, or you learn the hard way. Do not worry though I will give your mind something to busy it as well, you will work slave, on 24/7 basis, you will be my Personal Assistant, how about this title ?? I know you can multitask.” He sniggered, but his mind was assessing her reactions shrewdly.

“In addition to your other rules, you will thank me each time I bestow upon you the honor and privilege of allowing you to suck my cock. An honor many women would kill for, and a privilege many women would die to be granted to them."

"You will also thank me when I give you pleasure or pain. Same as when I punish and discipline you. I allow, I give, I order, you slave, comply. Is that understood?”

Despite her eerie silence, gasping breaths, and red-rimmed eyes, he resumed relentlessly,

“Now that your status is no more subject to misinterpretations on your part, thank me for the privilege of servicing my cock, after you clean all of the slobber you spewed out on me. And be quick about it.”

Despite the fact that he was ruthlessly cruel, he also wanted to dot the I’s and cross the T’s. He did not want to spend his time punishing her, nevertheless he did not want his blunt discourse to emotionally rattle her more than he intended to. Her eyes were now twin fountains of unstoppable tears. Her face paler than he has ever seen it, he grew displeased, but brush it aside, he needed to make her see the worst, in order for her to appreciate what would come later on, when she starts reaping the benefits of her compliance.

Her unruly streaks needed a leash. She was stubborn and nothing short from cracking her resolve would yield beneficial results, for the both of them. She will get over this soon, she is resilient, his little witch, once she will get the hang of it, and find pleasure in her submissiveness. The hardest part is always to adapt to change, once the routine is established, she will realize that her being his slave is far better than being someone else’s. Besides he needs to draw the lines somewhere, he cannot let her have her way, not now at least, discipline is half the lesson, obedience comes next, then she would be rewarded, more than she would ever have thought imaginable, but first things first.

He finished calmly, and slickly folding his arms in front of his chest, after releasing her hair, still as a statue where he stood, not moving an inch, looking down his nose at her, impatiently, wanting her to finish fast.

Hermione was one inch away from moving one leg and kicking him in the groin. Nevertheless, and luckily for her, she still could not move her legs, since they were squeezed tight between his muscled ones. Her whole face was the embodiment of extreme outrage. Although her eyes were watery, and tears were sliding down her cheeks, she glared at him, with all the loathing she found in herself. She was livid, enraged and really hopping mad, which in turn was reflected by her gritted teeth and seething croaky tone, when she grumbled “I am not a prostitute, or a property…or …or a slave or a f…fu…fuck-toy…no matter what you say! Maybe you would have been better off without me, why didn’t you let me die?”

She couldn’t restrain her voice from wavering at the end of her sentence, whatever her fate had in store for her, or rather this despicable, perverted lecherous, lewd monster, it was bleak. It was the most degrading position a human could encounter. Being a slave, no a sex-slave, a toy, which would be used like a piece of meat, a whore physically abused and discarded with no consideration to the emotional and psychological mayhem that such inhuman treatment would do to her.

Again, his snake like reflexes striking fast, he jerked her head, fingers grasping her hair tightly, he jammed her face to his lower abdomen. She felt the cooling viscous fluids’ mixture of her saliva and his semen sticking to her nose, and lips and chin, and heard his wicked cruel voice intoning mercilessly,” I see you want to learn your place the hard way. You want to see how a real slave is treated I will show you, look!“ Yanking her head by the hair, with his left hand, to face the slick screen on the wall, again, he flicked his right hand, and the screen came alive. At first she couldn’t make out the 4 naked people one from the other, but two seconds later, she understood. There were three men, on a dirty mattress thrown on the floor, in an empty room, pounding into a woman.

*********Rape scene starts here*************

One was lying beneath her, with his penis lewdly thrusting up into her dilated anus, the blood trickling down from it was used as a lubricant; while she was made to lay on her back on top of him, arms held back by the man beneath her. Another one was thrusting in her vagina that looked smeared with blood as well, from the front, roughing her breasts, and pinching and twisting her nipples painfully. The third was using her mouth, holding her head in place, while forcing his penis into her oral cavity, held open by an O ring, his testicles were hitting her chin, which was covered with semen and saliva, dripping down her lower jaw, to her neck. She was gagging with every plunge while her tears’ trickled down despite her closed lids.

********End of first part************

Then she recognized the girl and she was about to puke her whole digestive system out. Ginevra Weasley was being used by three men simultaneously, like she was a cheap prostitute.

A sob escaped Hermione’s choking throat, and tears flooded her eyes and trickled down her cheeks, she couldn’t look anymore, she tried to close her eyes and found she was unable to, he must have cast a spell to disable her from closing her lids. The most disturbing thing, were the sounds accompanying the rape. It was like watching a porn movie, yet this was beyond the pale! It was obvious poor Ginevra was being raped, and her moans weren’t those of a woman in the throws of pleasure. While the thudding echoes of flesh hitting flesh made her skin crawl, the men’s grunting and their disparaging words, calling their victim bitch, slut, whore, and cum and piss bucket, laughing at the poor girl’s pain, made Hermione’s body quake in panic. She was unable to breathe from her nose, which was clogged because of all the crying she was through up until now.

The scene continued until the three men threw Ginny on the floor, made her kneel, pulling her by her dull red hair, that was always sleek and shiny. It was then that she saw the metal collar around her neck, while her mouth was gaping open due to the O-ring, her eyes opened for a second and Hermione’s heart ached when she saw the dead look in her eyes, as if all her feistiness and spirit were sucked right out of her.

The witch tried to move her head away so not to look at the screen, but his hand wouldn’t let her move an inch, and her eyes wouldn’t close either, due to his spell, knowing that she would try to close them. He did not comment, and let her vision take in how all three men stroked their penises and ejaculated in the Ginny’s mouth. One of them ordering her to swallow it all, another scraped the semen that splattered her face off with a transfigured spoon, and made her lick it off with her tongue.

********Second part of the rape scene********

Hermione wanted to throw up and the bile reached her mouth when the three positioned themselves on different parts of her body, and defecated, and made her smear herself with their excrements, including her face, then forced the poor girl to lick their dirty anus clean. Squatting over her face, threatening that they would make her eat their excrement if she did not comply. Taking turns, making her fuck their anus with her tongue; while calling her a good toilet paper, and ass licker. One of them even said he might consider taking her home to be his personal toilet, laughing lewdly while he rocked himself on her abused tongue.

Seeming to have had enough of that, the three of them, at the same time, stood up and started urinating on Ginny, saying a filthy piece of shit whore like her needed a bath, and then continued the rest in her mouth. They ordered her to swish their urine around her mouth, and swallow it, calling her a urinal and piss bucket; as Ginny was spluttering and choking and crying, almost vomiting, but again not relenting, the brutes promised to make her lick her puke if she did throw up.

One by one, they used her hair to wipe their penises. Flicking their wands to scourgify themselves, another flick they were dressed and ready to leave. One of the brutal fiends, pulled her up by the hair, saying he will “come” again, laughing at his lewd joke, he spat in her mouth, threw her back viciously on the floor and left. Ginny was splayed on the floor, in a pool of urine, smeared with muck, from head to toes, looking more dead than alive, a corpse, a broken doll. The screen went silver, and the nightmare ended.

********End of rape scene***********

Hermione was now gagging, ready to heave up at any second, her quivering became uncontrollable, mucus was mixing with her tears, on her upper lip, she felt the Scourgify Charm effect on her face, and his dark voice brought another shudder along her spine.

“Consider yourself fortunate and thank your lucky star that I am lenient with you slave. Start licking your slimy mess off me, and you had better do it now. I want to feel your tongue cleaning everything while I explain to you how I will punish you this time. There will not be any whipping as I was intending your initial punishment, for today’s disobedience and back talking. No you will learn how a real slave is treated on a daily basis, just to give you an idea of how lenient and good I was with you until now.”

Hermione was shivering, her whole body just wouldn’t stop quaking, breathless, disgusted and panicky, she was now reacting, and functioning on auto-pilot, while her numbed brain was trying to digest what she saw. It felt like a nightmare, yet she knew that what she was feeling now would never touch and would never compare to Ginny’s destruction, whether physically, psychologically. The empty dead look in her once lively eyes was a proof enough of the cruelty, and evil the Dark Lord could and would inflict with no hesitation, remorse or any kind of conscientious ethics, or shame.

At the same time as he was talking, he was guiding her head around his six-pack abs, first in a horizontal move, where spots of their mingled fluids were splashed. Afterward, he moved lower to his pubic area, following his inspection of the already done part, satisfied with her “cleaning”.

He resumed talking, voice calm as if going over some daily chores,” Starting tomorrow, and until I say otherwise, once you enter my office, and not a step more beyond the doors, you will drop on your knees. Your back straight, head bowed, eyes on the floor, hands down, palms flat on your thighs, which are to be open shoulders’ width.” Stopping for a second, he pushed her head down to his cock, and continued ”Clean my balls too, As I was saying, you will kneel there and wait for my permission to enter. Until I give you my permission, you will stay where you are, no matter who comes in and goes out. You are not to look up ever, not a single word passing your shut mouth. Do you understand?”

She was dry heaving, her tongue felt dry, and she just wanted puke. She was in hell. This was her punishment for indulging herself in those moments of pleasure. The lure of knowledge, all those conversations, her greedy mind, couldn’t resist the appeal. Her curiosity is now killing her, in the worst way possible. He was lenient because he wanted to trap her in this sense of security, of feeling safe with him, he broke some curse, if any of this fabled curse story was true, to dwindle her even deeper into trusting that he wouldn’t hurt her, even his punishments turned her on.

Subsequently those new feelings, these sexual needs, he deceitfully sowed in her, to reap an orgasm, he then under-handedly forced upon her. Making her body work against her reason and logic, letting her drop her vigilance. Alastor Moody was right! Where is her “Constant Vigilance”? She was caught in his silky spider web like a pathetic insect. And now, now he’s showing his real colors! He’s the devil incarnate!

Tears did not stop, her eyes itched and she was sure they were as globulous as that fish living in the darkened waters of some deep abyss. She was listening, knowing that her own ruin was near, whatever pride she used to have, he’ll make sure to trample, and smash under his ruthless handling of her. When she heard his question, if she understood, she simply nodded, knowing she couldn’t talk. Her vocal chords were knotted something fierce. During time, her shivering did not stop it got worse, she was in shock mode, dry heaving, while at the same time trying to swallow up the bile and what was left in her stomach, afraid he might make her remove her own puke by licking it clean.

He was not looking down, all the time, relying on the feel of her tongue, to know she was following orders obediently. He looked now and then on, caressing her hair, as if trying to calm her down, knowing that this particular pensieve of the Weasley slut’s first months in “detention”, was maybe a bit dark and violent for his pet’s virginal and compassionate personality, and would not sit well with her. However, he needed to drive two messages home. The first being, how a real slave treatment could be carried out, and second to curb some of her rudeness, and effrontery through some fear.

He would never let anyone touch her, let alone treat her brutally, he would kill anyone who would even think of touching her, but she does not know this. Not yet. He needed to draw the lines that she won’t be allowed to cross. A week of humiliation is as good as any whipping, especially in her case, his proud Gryffindor lioness!

Seeing how she’s calm as a mouse right now, and obeying, he thought it worked, at least for a while, he would soon see when her fighting spirit would pop out again, she won’t make him wait long. Lost in his thoughts unaware of his pet’s emotional and physical states, he continued his explanations about what awaited her as a punishment, relishing in the feel of her tongue on his already half erect cock, and his balls.

“Once I permit you to enter, you will crawl to me pet, you will not stand in my presence, at all, until I order you differently. Upon reaching me, you will kiss my feet like a good slave, and wait for my permission to resume your kneeling position. If I feel any hesitation, or disobedience pet, believe me you won’t like the outcome, because then rather than only kissing I will make you lick the sole of my shoes, am I making myself clear pet?”

The chaos that ensued in the witch’s brain and body, after he announced his last instructions, was epic, on Hermione’s scales of total devastation. She had no voice, no breath, her head was slowly inching down to the carpet, her eyes were starting to fog, black spots deforming her sight, her dry heaving wasn’t that dry anymore. Bile was starting to reach her pallet. She tried to stop it but couldn’t. The spasmodic contractions of her esophagus’ muscles pushed whatever was inside her stomach to the pharynx.

Sensing the shit about to hit the fan, or in this case, her puke hit him dead on, she moved away from her torturer. In a last ditch effort and by sheer will, consuming all of what was left of her energy, then to the side, she let herself go on all four, so as not to spray him again, and out came the remnants of her last meal, his semen her saliva and what she just cleaned with her tongue. Before she lost consciousness she thanked Merlin she moved away from him, her eyes closed on nothingness. Her mind shut down, and her ears did not hear the anguished scream of the Dark Lord calling her name, then Malfoy and the healer.

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