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Snape had instructed Draco to bring Hermione to Lucius’ sitting room this time, as the meeting would be smaller. He entered regally, the captive witch following behind him with eyes downcast as he had instructed previously.

Voldemort was sitting in an ornate chair in front of the fireplace, backlit by the flames. His snake like face looked amused at the silver leash connecting the young wizard to his hostage.

Lucius was standing to his left, Snape to his right, the latter wearing a mask of indifference.

“Slytherin looks good on you, mudblood.” He sneered, and she flushed, trying to contain her anger. She twisted her wrists behind her, once again secured by the bracelets.

“Did you enjoy the memories, my Lord?” Draco inquired with a smirk, and he could feel Voldemort sifting through his head, not even grazing his occlumency shields.

“Very much.” The Dark Lord nodded, looking satisfied. Lucius wore a smug grin, proud of his son, and Hermione’s stomach turned when she realized that he had also viewed her assault at the hands of his child.

“It was a pleasure, in many ways, to serve.” Draco bowed and his Lord chuckled.

“Potter is likely raging as we speak.” Lucius couldn't contain his excitement, and Hermione trembled. Oh Harry… she hoped her message would make it easier for him, and then quickly snapped those thoughts behind her own occlumency shield.

“I wish I could see it, my Lord.” Draco’s lips turned up in a cruel smile. “Having to watch his rival violate his Gryffindor Princess.”

“You have more ideas, I see.” The legilimens commented with a raised eyebrow.

“The mudblood makes a very entertaining pet, my Lord.” The blonde wizard said, and jerked on the chain so hard that Hermione fell to her knees. “And knowing that Potter is privy to all the lurid details makes it that much better.”

He looked down and her eyes blazed up at him.

“Do your job, mudblood.” He demanded and her eyes widened at what he was suggesting. She opened her mouth to protest, and he pulled his wand, drawing it over the swell of her breasts lightly.

The bracelets shivered with his intention and snapped to the front of her, back together but allowing her to reach up for him if she were so inclined.

She wanted to wrap her hands around his slender neck, and actually considered if she would be fast enough before the other three killed her. She was able to think that dying choking the life out of Draco Malfoy would be a good way to die before he hit her with a crucio.

The quartet watched her shriek and jerk around on the carpet, as Draco funneled all his anger and hatred of the Dark Lord into his spell. It was something he'd learned to do years ago, as the spell wouldn't work without meaning it. He'd found that his rage at his situation was sufficient in casting a brutal crucio curse.

Hermione writhed against the force of the spell, but quickly realized that she wasn't feeling pain. Her body was reacting and a guttural noise rose from her throat but the blinding agony that was supposed to come never did.

When he released her, she rolled over onto her elbows and knees, chest heaving.

“The dog apparently needs more training.” Snape drawled, and Voldemort chuckled cruelly.

“Do you understand your place yet, mudblood?” He levitated her back to her knees, facing Draco. The blonde stared down at her sternly and she let out a quiet sob. She shakily reached up for the buttons on his trousers.

“That's it, little whore.” He purred, and she fumbled with the buttons, shame heating her face. She wasn't sure how Draco had kept the crucio from causing her pain, but she didn't know if she was willing to risk whether or not it would work for the others.

She had the fleeting thought that she could tear his cock clean off once she got inside his pants.

“Crucio!” Voldemort hit her in the back with the curse and in the split second before pain overwhelmed her, she realized he'd caught her thought with his inhuman legilimency skills.

Draco watched her writhe with a mask of amusement, but inside he was cringing. His charm in the bedroom only lasted for one curse, and while he was glad it had been his so that he hadn't had to cause her the pain himself, he'd been hoping she complied enough to escape the others.

Voldemort ceased just as Hermione was mentally begging for death, tears streaming from her eyes.

“Carry on.” He levitated her again and her hands spasmed with aftershocks. He worked Draco free of his boxers and closed her eyes before taking him in her mouth.

“Look at me, mudblood.” He snapped, and her eyes burned up at him with loathing. He wound a fist in her hair and shoved her face against him, causing her to gag even though his cock wasn't even semi hard.

He knew he was going to have to put on a hell of a show, considering there was no way that a humiliated tearful woman gagging on his dick was going to get him going.

“This will infuriate Potter even more than before.” Snape was ready with a distraction, though looked uninterested.

“Which part? The pain? The humiliation? The violation?” Voldemort was gleeful as he watched the witch struggle to breathe as Draco fucked her face.

“The obedience.” Snape said simply, shrugging his shoulders. “Imagine if Potter raged in here to find his Princess so conditioned by Mr. Malfoy that she didn't want to leave.”

The Dark Lord raised an eyebrow with glee. “It would definitely exploit his emotional weakness.” He turned his gaze back to the young wizard, who was speeding up his assault.

Hermione was humiliated and closed her eyes again, though she was thankful that Draco wasn't getting off on this. It was still a lot of cock in her mouth, but at least she didn't have a rock hard rod down her throat.

“Swallow every drop.” He said, voice full of warning, and forced his body to shudder as he groaned, pressing his pelvis against her face.

She squealed around him and when he withdrew, she collapsed onto her hands, sputtering and gagging. Draco tucked himself back into his trousers, hoping the facade was good enough for the Dark Lord.

He pulled Hermione back up onto her knees by her hair, stroking her tear stained cheek with his free hand.

“That's a good little mudblood.” He cooed, and Voldemort clapped his hands.

“You are a good dog trainer, Draco.” He said. “I've decided that this will continue. The whore is yours to break. I want Potter weak at the knees when he sees her.”

“As you wish, my Lord.” The young wizard bowed slightly, and noticed out of the corner of his eye that Lucius looked mildly put out.

“What's the matter, Malfoy, hungry for mudbloods?” Voldemort inquired teasingly. “Very unbecoming of a Death Eater.” There was an underlying insinuation at his words, and Lucius paled slightly.

“Of course not, my Lord.” He said quickly. “It is an honour to have my son fulfilling such a task for you.”

“Good.” Voldemort stood. “Be sure everyone knows that she is not to be harmed. I want her whole and begging for Death Eater cock in front of her Order friends.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Lucius bowed and took his leave.

“Looks as if you have your very own pet.” Snape commented amusedly. He was satisfied with the look of horror on Hermione's face, not betraying her relief at not being passed to Lucius or Greyback.

“That's good.” Draco sneered. “I've never been any good at sharing my things.”
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