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The Unseen Danger	By : LadyofSpades Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 5956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: WARNING HardCore not for the squimish, or pet muggles. This stories main character is a serial killer and rapist. Harry Potter Universe property of JK Rowelings, I own nothing you recognize. I make no profit from writing these stories.

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"You know I thought you be better at this seeing as it looked like you had sucked every man from Hogsmeade as much as you sucked their dicks. You know who the best cock sucker I've had was. Narcissa. You may have not meet her. She is Draco Malfoy's mother. I feel sorry for poor Lucius. She really hates it but she is really good at it. Me and the Blacks go way back. Professor Black went running to the headmaster to tattle that I was mistreating other students. The Black's got me expelled from school they did."
She paused from sucking him and wonder if she could ask a question with out him turning on her.
"How long were you there? Which school?" she went back to paying attention to his hard on.
"Hogwarts. I got kicked out the first part of my second year. Tom had just started his first year a Hogwarts when my wand was broke. Aren't you proud of your ministry officials. See no one can sell me a wand or supply me with magical items or books. I only went a year and a half so I have very basic magical instruction and have been chased off to the muggle world. No threat. Now don't you feel safe?" He says casting his eyes down at her and grins.
He continues."See I meet Tom in the youth detention center we had both been placed in when we were young kids. Oh excuse me. Keep forgetting everyone knows him more by his boogie name "Lord Voldemort" you think that's scary? Or am I more scary then him? Hmm?"
"I'd say you." she answers paying close attention to the wand in his hand.
" Yeah, Lord Boogeyman. Goes around killing people with his death eaters, that have mask, that frighten muggles. Spooky-- and so very, out in the open. Tom is as close to a friend of mine as one can get to Tom. Anyone who thinks they beyond a flick of death with him is kidding themselves. He don't care that much for nobody just raw power and immortality he fancies. Oh come, on, Miss Granger you can do better then that." He starts pounding in her mouth. Grabbing her by the back of her head he starts driving deep down her throat forcing her head to bob violently and deeply on his prick. she began to gag and try unsuccessfully to fight.
"Watch them teeth or I'll have to pull them out." She started sucking him harder.
"Be nice to me. " he coos.
"You like Quidditch?" he pauses
"Your offal quiet Miss Granger. I asked a question. I expect an answer."
He leaned over to a side table pulled her off of his cock and leaning her back away from him. He picked up a pair of cloths pins and grabbed her tits. She struggled trying to pull back but he had sat on the rope tying her wrist.
"Now, now I told you to be nice." He flicked on a butane lighter waving it close to her chest.
"Be a nice girl and hold still." She does so. He clips a cloths pins to her nipples and then the other she filches as he does. He rubs his hand over the top of her breasts jiggling them. Looking into her eyes as he does so. He gently slides his hand across the left side of her face into her hair. He pushes her back on his cock.
"Your pathetic, Miss Granger. You really are.; Come on. Suck me HARDER. Put more of rhythm into it and make sure to use you tongue." he grabs her left hand away. The music on the stereo stops. "My father was a seeker. He died in a match. Was a pure blood like the Blacks Prestigious family but my mother was a muggle. Don't think you mind that huh Love. I was kicked out of the magical world for a few years til I received my letter. Can't say I was over joyed. After all. I remembered my fathers death. There was hardly nothing left of my fathers given to us. We had very little money. Very little was given to my muggle mother. The only thing I had was the time my father and I spent together in my memory. Mother couldn't handle it you see. She, fell apart and I was left to fend for myself."
"Looks like our music had stopped. You hum me a diddie. Anything you like."
She sobs.
"I said sing me a song. Come on- Love surly you know one."
She start singing . TLC Waterfalls.
"Have you ever gotten a man off this way Miss Granger?"
"No"
"Well we we'll just have to work at it; but for now times running out."
He slaps her face. "Keep the music going." She starts to sing REM "Star 69." That pops into her mind. Hardly pulling it off.
"Just like I told you." He grabbed her hair riding her mouth up and down his long shaft. Her breast hurt as the cloths pins rubbed against his crouch.
"Keep singing. Keep the pace up. Come on fuck my cock with your mouth, you whore. Lick it." She pulls off to run her tongue and lips down his shaft and begins sucking once more. She stops trying to sing just hums here and there "You have to do better. You suck at this Love. Get me off. If you don't get me off in the next five minutes I going to burn your nipple off you, hear. I am going to burn you. Maybe instead I'll take the lighter down further.__
He presses her head down until his cock is sliding into her throat she starts to gag as she sobs.
__onto your clit." She starts taking his cock all the way into her mouth down to his bollocks. He pumps hard into her mouth and cums down her throat holding her there until she swallows his wad. She can't hold it in anymore. She throws up barely reaching the toilet. He strides over pushing her head toward the bowl. She cries. Steadies herself with her arms franticly trying not to get forced in the bowl. "You will not find any part of me disgusting. You hear. I wont have you spitting out my offings. You understand." He bobs her head toward the toilet water. The smell of vomit making her want to heave.
"I want an answer to that!"
"Yh..Yes..Yes" He lets her head go.
"From now on it will be Yes, Master Bane. Say it."
"Yes, Master Bane." She says with a slight contempt. He goes back to sit in the arm chair.
"Go sit." She sits in the chair in front of him her head lowered.
"Look at me. I am thirsty go pour me a drink." He points his wand to a side table that has a empty glass and a two liter of Mountain Dew on it .
"They said you would put up a fight but they also said you were very intelligent. That this could take months but Tom did not care how long this took only that it got done." She picked up the glass and headed for the kitchen.
"I don't need ice Miss Granger." She stops goes back to the table and pours a glass. Hands it to him. He places his wand under his hand on the arm of the chair reaches with the hand to pick a cigar out of a humidor. He has placed the glass down and switches the cigar to his other hand he places it under his nose.
"I always like a good cigar. Told them to get me a place that had them."He looks around not taking his eyes off her. "These people were a bunch of pack rats. Oh well, I've stayed in worse. Hand me that lighter will you Love." She hates the way he says Love it's like she was meaningless tart. She hands the lighter over to him.
"Smart girl; but thinking about using it were we? But you didn't. Image we took off all our cloths under just a threat of cold water." he lights the cigar "Parvafriga" he waves his wand. The glass of soda ices over. He takes a sip of it. I am particularly proud of this wand. He runs his wand between her breast then raising it back he flicks it at the cloths pins. The he starts takes them off slowly. Rubbing each nipple with care as he does so. Hermione shaking and flinching.
"Go lean over the back of the chair for me. Don't hesitate. I don't like to be keep waiting." he says in a dangerous tone. She walks over to the back of the chair keeping her eyes on him. She doesn't like his body language.
"I made this wand myself." he rubs it along his hand. " Wood from a weeping willow tree. Where a whole family had hung themselves. Cured in the blood of a virgin and at the core. Well I keep that my little secret." Her eyes dart over the room. On the book self beside him the second shelf has a row of Godzilla Movies and the top shelf Roy Rogers and John Wayne. On the wall to her right a Dragon RPG poster. Got to get a hold of myself, Got to keep apprised of what's going on and try to stay alive until I can figure a way out of this. She bends over the back of the chair.
"Nobody ever seems to realize that wands are made and that if one man can make one so can another. After mine was broken I spent years researching wand making. I seriously doubt you will ever see an equal to my wand, personally constructed by me for me. Every step meticulously researched and executed. every ingredient personally harvested and crafted. a true work of art" he says lost in admiration of his wand.
He strides over behind her looking her over. "Not too badly marked yet." He strikes his wand tip across her cheek
"Gehenan de fajro" he chants. Her skin bubbles under his wand. She bites her lip reopening the wound the coppery taste and pain in her mouth steadying her. He grabs up the razor strap bring it down on her buttocks twice in a row. He rubs her arse with his hand. Her arse badly strings deeply from the blows. A sharp deep pain. He starts back again after the first swing she unconsciously moves to prevent another blow.
"Don't move Miss Granger. I bet your parents were the sit in the corner type. Ever had a belt to you?"
"NO." she whimpers a sob in a high pitch. "no."
"No. Well we change that shall we." He stands in front of her taking the belt he is wearing off of him. He had not bothered to zip the fly of his trousers. He folds it together and pulling it when he walks behind her making a quick snapping sound. Making her body twitch. Smacking her back side 5 strokes with it in a row.
"Let's try the whip shall we? Stay still and I will only give you two good swings. Twitch and give you three. Move I will give you seven strokes." Unrolling the the whip in front of her. He moves some of the furniture back and makes a practice swing at a chair. She can't help it her knees give way as the first blow hits the back of her thigh. Another swing hits above the same spot stinging this time raising blood. The last promised hit slashes her buttocks. Hitting across a mark that was already raised by his belt. She struggles muffling a scream trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her in pain. He does an incantation "dissxiru tri vipo" there is a hissing sound like water on hot coals. Three lashes quickly form across her back. He steps over rubbing at them. "Which hurts more the whip or my spelling it on you."
"The spell." her breath rasp as she speaks.
"Yeah, but it's only physical pain. The spells quick. Little sound to it. You lose a lot of the personal touch you get with the whip. That's a big problem with most magic. That lack of heightened sensation." he runs his hand over her buttocks and then slowly reaches between her legs rubbing her clit. Sliding his fingers into her opening. He continues to rub her clit with his thumb. She is so ashamed of herself for not hating this. She needs to get away from the pain. Picking up the dowel rod he makes sure she can see it. She stiffens as she waits for the blow. Giving four strokes across the back of her thighs pausing after each. It hurts so badly. She thinks. The back of her legs raising welts.
"Well we tried them all. Which hurts the worse?" He pauses.
"The razor strap." she mumbles.
"Which one cut worse?" He awaits an answer.
"The Garden rod." She whimpers.
"This one?" He picks the thin metal rod up from a far side table. "The wire rod?" she nods yes.
" Which one do you prefer the most?" There is long pause. He breaks the silence
"Don't keep me waiting to long Miss Granger or well have to try this again until you give me an answer."
"The belt." she states. All of the punishment tools were awful. As was the man that was welding them.
He looks her over thumping ashes off his cigar into an ash tray.
" A bit worse for wear but not nearly bad enough to heal up yet." It was then Hermione realized what the healing potions were for. He could go on like this for months. Healing me and starting over and over again.
" Fuck me." she whispered under her breath. Eyes wide. Her breath coming out in staggered puffs.
"We'll get to that soon enough Miss Granger. No rush" He whispers quietly in her ear. His breath fluttering across her ear lobe as he speaks. The stench of his cigar turning her stomach.
"How smart are you, Miss Granger? Misses cleverest witch of your age? Are we going to be here for months. I like smart girls. It is dumb ones that I can't stand. They just don't get it. So I say again, are we going to be here for long? Sit down Miss Granger."
She Slides off the back of the chair on to the floor. "
“Your offal quiet Miss Granger. "He slides his wand slowly up her inner thigh stopping at her crotch. She sobs. "Must be the muggle in you that's this quiet. But that's alright I don't mind."
"There's a muggle saying for that 'If you can't say something nice don't say nothing at all' and I have got nothing to say." her face squishes up in disgust.
"Now, we aren't going to get very far with that." He says puffing on his cigar blowing harsh smoke back into her face.
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