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Captive Audience	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 44847 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-Ch 1
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15 (just edited - no addition)
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
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A drying charm flashed over her like a searing breath.�

She still lay atop the pale hard body but the effects of
gravity had re-established themselves and now she felt warm dry silky skin
pressed against her from heels to nape.

Looking around, she saw that it was quite dark in here also.

A large room � an antique looking polished wood desk over to the side with a
green glass lamp.� Parchments and books
littered its surface as if the writer had stood up from some involved project
and left everything in place.� Then there
were bookshelves.�

She couldn�t help the wide eyed gulp at the long wall of bookshelves full of
dark leather and cloth bound books.� Something small, furtive and half feral in her yammered to be
allowed to go and look through the titles. �So long... so long since she�d last read a
book!!

The bed she lay upon was large and resembled the style of
the beds at Hogwarts, however it lacked any curtains and the beams were crossed
above the bed as her eye wandered up.� A
metallic ring in the centre of the X glinted ominously.�

One of Lord Voldemort�s hands stroked down
her abdomen slowly. ��Not
today.� I will show you the uses of that
another time.�

She shivered, trying to tear her active imagination away
from the ring overhead.� �

�Get up.�� On your
knees!.�� The
hand withdrew to accommodate this new order.�

She found it difficult to get up. She was balanced on his
body and what with where her bottom was currently she didn�t want to just sit
up.� After a moment of dithering she
rolled off to the side and got up onto her hands and knees.�

�No. Kneel here.� Straddle me.� he corrected, gesturing to his
lap and then lifting his arms and folding them behind his head, the picture of
ease and control.� The hard line of his
member was clear in her peripheral vision even if she forced herself not to
look there.�

Seconds dragged on.�
She tried to make herself move.�
But here, kneeling, crouching down she felt safe; compressed into a
tight little curl.� To move - especially
to more there - would constitute an
opening; an exposition relative to her current position. �

Impatience and warning flickered on the alien face and she
jerked, adrenalin forcing her limbs to comply.�

She climbed over the lean muscled thighs and found she had to part her legs
quite far and could not kneel without her inner thighs pressing against his
outer, half sitting on him.� It felt even
more exposed than she had feared and she wrapped her arms around herself and
closed her eyes, trying to control her shaking.�

�Good girl.� His voice was quiet.�

�Touch yourself.�

Her eyes flew open in horror.� No!� There
was no way she could do that.� She COULD
not do that.� It was not within the realm
of the possible.��

Hairless brows rose on the face of the wizard beneath
her.� �No?� Why ever not?�
You claimed to be willing to obey.��

She gulped again against her throat that had gone bone
dry.� �I can�t� she whispered,
pleading.� �Please...��

When he sat up quickly, she flinched back and cowered.� His face was almost at the same level as her
own.� He was so...tall...so much bigger
than she was.� A hard steely glint was in
the red eyes as he reached for her and dragged her upright again, peeling her
arms away from around her body.� �Obey...�
he murmured.�

His hand around her own led her fingertips down her abdomen slowly to the
triangle of short curls at the apex of her thighs.� She tried to pull back but his grip was
iron.� He forced her fingers down, down into
her soft folds.�

Leaning down then he captured her nipple with his lips, suckling gently.�

She shuddered at the feeling.� Her own fingers, guided by his hand, glided
limply over her clitoris and that too felt...traitorously tantalising.� She curved them slightly, almost without
thinking, in the way she was most familiar with and received a flickering
tongue over her nipple as apparent reward.��

He moved to her other nipple, glancing up at her as he did with an unreadable
expression, and gave it a similar treatment.�

Her fingertips, quite without her permission had started to quest and stroke at
her sensitive nub.� It wasn�t wet
enough.��

Her hand was pulled away immediately and lifted to his mouth.�

She blinked as Lord Voldemort sucked her first two fingers, red eyes displaying
dark amusement at her appalled expression and removed them, slick with saliva,
immediately pressing her hand back to its former task.� It felt a lot better.� She delved deeper.� Rocking her hips slightly.�

His hand cautiously released her own, as if balancing a
house of cards.�� He leaned back slowly
until he could rest on his elbows and look up at her, which made her stop
moving and blush redly.�

�No.�� Continue.� He
instructed quietly.� �Show me.� Show me how you pleasure yourself.��

Her blush deepened if anything.� She felt
frozen.�� Her hand shook, the movement of
her fingers stilled.�

The sudden irritation on his face frightened her.� She had seen it before a lot.� When he wore this face, pain almost
invariably followed for someone.�� The
irritation flickered and became frustration and then resignation.�

Sitting up, he made a complex gesture in the air and a black
piece of fabric slithered into being, winding through his long pale
fingers.� She watched it transfixed.� And then she couldn�t watch anything anymore
because he had reached up and affixed the silken blindfold over her eyes.�

The next thing she felt were warm hands on the cheeks of her
bottom, dragging her forward past his pelvis until she knelt over his
abdomen.� There was nothing for a few
moments and she bit her lip, waiting for whatever would happen to her now.� Then her hand was gently pushed aside and she
jumped as his fingertips stroked feather
light over her folds.

�Shhhhh...� Calm...�
he murmured.�

His fingers went away and came back again slick and wet.�� She gasped as they explored her gently,
delving down deeper and tracing the small circlet of
her entrance.� One finger slipped inside
but withdrew again almost immediately.�

She realised he had been checking to see if her hymen was
intact and frowned beneath the blindfold.�
He really was going to have sex with her.� Clearly.�

The light pressure of his slick fingers trailed back up and
stroked over the tiny bud at the top of her pussy, making her tense slightly.� It felt so completely different than when she
touched herself.�

She struggled to suppress her reaction.�
She didn�t want to react.� Not for him.� He might be fascinating to watch from the
cage and he might not have hurt her yet but he was still Voldemort.� �Voldemort!! �

He strummed at her gently and she shivered and rocked her
hips helplessly, blind. �The blindfold
seemed to make it even harder to ignore the sensations and easier to forget who
was evoking them.� �Straining to prevent herself from responding
again she wrapped her arms around herself tightly.�

�Hands behind your back, I think.�� The reedy voice instructed almost
patiently.�

When she didn�t move to comply she was jolted and yelped out loudly, jumping
away from an electric shock in her most sensitive place - right where his
slender fingers were playing.�

�Put your hands behind your back Hermione.� You do not wish to oblige me to repeat myself
again.��

She pulled her hands behind her back quickly, blinking away
tears.�� She both heard and felt him move
and then he pressed her wrists against one another.� When his hand moved away she was unsurprised
to find she could not part them again.�
Then he returned to touching her and now there were nothing she could do
about the feeling of being completely open and vulnerable.��

His fingers moved in exploration;� changing
their pattern of movement, now skating lightly up and down, now side to side
and then in circles.�

She whimpered.� That was how she
preferred to touch herself when she was in bed alone at night.�

It was... so much stronger... so much more
when foreign fingers were stimulating her in that way � her breath came
faster.�

He seemed to pick this up immediately and started to vary
his pressure, locating the level that made her move helplessly against his hand
and then...then he alternated until
he found a speed that had her moaning softly and winding her hips, her head
falling back in unwilling pleasure as he manipulated her with ease toward a
climax she could no more resist than she could resist drawing breath.�

Just as she neared it she felt a fingertip circle her
entrance, slowly, teasingly, dipping in and circling again and it pushed her
sharply over the edge.� She cried out in
release and he knew what she needed,
pressing hard, mashing her clit with a rapidly circling thumb as she came
apart.�

In her daze she felt two fingers slide through her wetness and then she heard him suck on them.� She had the feeling he wanted her to hear.

�You taste divine...� he said in a tone that sounded
thoughtful. �I have never sampled a mudblood before. I had thought you might
taste-..�� His voice trailed off and then
he leaned up, unbinding her hands and pulled her down to him.�

She emitted a weary yelp of surprise as she overbalanced and
fell, landing against his hard warm chest.�
Lips... He kissed her.� She could
taste herself very faintly on his tongue.�
�Give yourself to me� he growled low between kisses.� �Say yes.��

She kissed him back because it was less energy than struggling, but she didn�t
reply.� �

The blindfold was pulled off roughly and he rolled her
beneath him, his body resting heavily against her, cradled absurdly naturally between
her parted legs.�

She looked up at the white alien face � disturbed anew at
the strangeness of it after only minutes of its absence.� He leaned down slowly and kissed her again,
lingeringly.� There was something dark in
his kiss this time.�

�Ask me to take you. Demand
it. Give yourself to me, Hermione!��

He rocked against her and the hard hot press of his thick
shaft was somehow obscenely exciting.�
She realised she was curious how it would feel if he put it inside
her.� What was sex like?� Everyone else seemed to make a big fuss over
it.� She didn�t want to find out with him...but then... there was that curiosity.� He was horrible.� Terrifying.� Fascinating. Powerful. Intelligent...um...� He kissed her again, harder, bruising her
lips. �She gave herself over to it.�

There was nothing
whatsoever she could do right now.� She
was in a bed and Lord Voldemort had for whatever reason decided he wanted to
have sex with her and surely nobody in the world could possibly despise her
later on for letting it happen rather than provoking punishment and torture.�

Surely!� It made no
sense to do that � she�d only be weaker for it and he�d probably rape her
anyway.�

Her heart sank a little.� Harry would
hold it against her.� He would never
accept it.�

No matter what happened, if she didn�t fight tooth and nail, she�d lose him
forever.�

The snake above her had dropped his face to her neck and was
doing very interesting things there with his tongue.� She angled her head for him without even
thinking and then sucked in a breath in surprised pleasure as he nibbled on a
place that had her toes curling.� �Ohhhh...��

The feeling intensified until she became faintly aware that she was mewling and
clutching at him.�� He ground his cock
against her and she moaned and rubbed herself on it.�

�Give yourself to me� he whispered against her ear and she
nodded, clinging and just wanting him to go back to biting up and down the side
of her throat gently.�

�No... Say it.� I wish to hear it!� He breathed at the shell
of her ear, making her shudder excitedly.��

She bit her tongue, trying to stop the words that wanted to
pour out of her mouth.� He nipped her
teasingly and she felt his fingers scratch up her ribs and fondle her
breast.� He was being so bizarrely
gentle.�

In her remotest consideration of how Lord Voldemort might treat her if he ever...um...
not that she�d thought he ever would obviously � but in that unlikely
scenario she�d imagined blood and screaming and terror.�

The hot mouth at her neck moved up to nibble her earlobe.� �That too can be arranged.� he murmured and
she thought quickly.

�Take me, if you want me.� she
sighed, turning her face, her cheek brushing against the pale smooth one.� Her hands were investigating the muscles on
his shoulders and back.�

He turned and kissed her once more and she felt him move
slightly.� Then without warning he thrust
forward with unerring aim, driving into her brutally.� She screamed. �It hurt more than she had ever imagined it
would � and that was after listening
to the girls in the dorm talk about how terrible it had been their first
time.� It felt like he had torn her
open.�

He pulled out with a feeling as if he was dragging half her insides with him
and then stabbed roughly in again, deeper this time.�

She scrabbled and tried to push him off. �Stop!� Please!�
Please... it hurts.�� She managed,
choked.�

He paid not the slightest attention but caught her wrists
and pressed them to the bed next to her head as he moved in her harshly � he
was almost fully seated each time now and it felt like he was stabbing one of
her internal organs when he thrust in.�

�Hush.� A little pain.
Don�t fuss.� he said huskily, a dark gleam of lust on his face.��

She felt tears springing up and tried to remain still.� Hopefully he would finish quickly.��

He sighed heavily and ceased his motion, turning and kissing
her again.� She didn�t respond but it didn�t
seem to perturb him at all.� He kissed
her gently, almost soothingly.�

�Don�t pout� he murmured against her lips. �In the beginning
there is pain.� You knew this.� But it will abate.��

He circled his pelvis slowly and it stung a little but felt strange also...
like... an itch or a tickle or... a sensation that begged a physical response.

�It is already less painful... is it not?��

He pressed tiny butterfly kisses to her lips and eased his
cock out and back into her smoothly.� It
still hurt when he pressed in.�

�Yes... that is simply a factor of the disparity in our
relative sizes.� You are...small...tight...
that is a good thing.� You feel...like a velvet vice around me.��
Intensely
pleasurable.� And in time... when
you adapt you will appreciate my size. �� He circled his pelvis again as he
ground deeper into her and she winced at the sharp stabbing pain. It felt like
her body was not designed for this; like he was stretching her beyond capacity.
It felt...it felt...kind of good now.�

He smirked and ground against her again and she tightened
her muscles in response unconsciously, making him close his eyes and hiss
softly.� Blinking she observed this
strange demonstration of enjoyment and did it again.�

He thrust into her harder, his hairless head dropping slightly and a strange almost
peaceful expression on his face, his eyes still closed.� She could hear his breath was faster
now.� Abruptly he pulled his head up and
watched her.� The black slits of his eyes
were so wide that they were ovals.�

He seemed to be struggling to study her as if watching for
something.� He shifted around and
adjusted his movement, much as he had with his fingers until she was just
unable to think any more... gasping out in little excited sighs and bucking up
hard against him.�

He played her up and down with ease, bringing her to the edge of release and
then changing his movement and frustrating her.�
She was only faintly aware of the panting satisfaction on the flat
face.�

When she was almost at the brink of screaming in frustrated
need, he balanced and then slid a hand between them both, circling her clit
with a slick thumb and she suddenly lost herself completely and screamed out in
ecstatic bliss, clinging tightly to the hard body above as her climax drowned
her.�

She heard him hiss something in parseltongue in her ear and
the sound was somehow perversely sexy, and then he was groaning and
coming.�

Hot slippery liquid burst against her deep inside.� She felt it faintly.� It was an entirely new sensation that she was
not able to appreciate fully due to the fact that her mind was exploding in
bright flashes and liquidlike waves of pleasure. �

His face was bowed against her neck, breathing quickly as his movements, jerky
and almost spasmodic slowed and he ground into her with a low groan of
relief.�

She panted, trying to regain her breath, entirely unable to
move; reeling her mind back in.� That had
felt...fucking amazing!� All the time she�d been in the library studying while everyone else
was off shagging like nifflers.

If she�d known it felt like that, she
thought she might have possibly been just a little bit more like lavender or Ginny.� She might have-..

A painful stinging hex made her entire body flinch as she
yelped out in shock.� That HURT!� Her body felt soft and raw and it hurt a LOT.�

Lord Voldemort was glaring at her disapprovingly, their
bodies still entwined. �None of that, mudblood.� I�ll not listen to a list of the partners you
wish you had taken.� Especially not at this particular
moment.� I am... pleased... you like this activity.� There is much, much more to learn.��

At the word learn her mind drifted back to the glorious
expanse of his bookshelves and she felt the snake snort in amusement above
her.�

�While I understand that
sentiment also...In fact I may understand better than any other you might meet...
I would rather not share your attention with my library right now either.��

He stretched and rolled his shoulders and then slid back,
withdrawing his softening organ from her and lowering himself to lie beside her.�

She lay, uncertain what to do now, trying her best not to think about the
lovely lovely books a few metres away.� What did he want?� She didn�t imagine Lord Voldemort to be the
cuddling type.� But he had suggested he
wanted her attention now.�

If she tried to snuggle up to him (ignoring the obvious insanity of this
thought) then he might hex her or something.��

She glanced nervously to the side.�

The white form lay in a position of utmost relaxation.� He had thrown a bent arm up onto the pillow
above his head.� Her eye took in the absolute
hairlessness of his body - so smooth, hard,��
like warm marble.� His nipples
were as white as the rest of him.�

It was... unnatural.�

But not necessarily aesthetically displeasing.�

With the exception of his nose and perhaps his lack of hair on his head... and
maybe the eyes - (the eyes were kind of terrifying) - he could be an attractive
man.� He was beautifully toned, each
muscle well defined and proportioned.

Was being a psychotic despot a good workout, she wondered.� Or did he dedicate himself to some kind of
gymnasium training daily?�

He closed his eyes while she watched and she thought again
of how he had submerged himself in the bath.�
�He had looked strangely calm and
peaceful like that and the look on his face was similar now.� �What would you like to learn?� he murmured
softly.�

She blinked, not expecting the question at all.� �Um... everything?� her mind responded
greedily.� A tiny smirk twisted the
corner of his mouth. �What would you most
like to read about at present?� I am
feeling generous.��

Hermione struggled to reign in her frantically demanding
factions.� Transfiguration.
No!� Charms.� NO! Runes � Voldemort was supposed to be a
master in ancient runes, wasn�t he?�

The next thought didn�t so much announce itself as sidle up and whisper
conspiratorially in the back of her mind. �I might never have a chance to study
the dark arts if I�m rescued.� What
better excuse than Voldemort made me do it?!�
And he�d have an absolutely massive collection!� He�d know what the best texts are � he�d have
rare texts.� He might have even written his own work in
the area.� It would be the best use of
the option.�

And... He might like it if I show an interest in the
dark arts... not that him liking anything is at all relevant beyond keeping him
from cursing me. But still... it would be the best choice.�

�Are you certain you can reconcile yourself morally with
that subject?� �he yawned and she frowned; thinking as clearly as she could: ��stop listening to my thoughts.� It�s very rude.� His snort and smile told her
that he�d heard that too.�

�I told you once before � I enjoy your mind. You are often quite unintentionally amusing.�

...Very well.� I will give you what you think you want. ��The Dark Arts are very broad.� I will allow you to read a fairly
introductory level runic text and we shall see how you receive it.��

He lifted his left hand and summoned a book from the wall of bookshelves.� She noted that it was his left hand.� Wandless magic with his non dominant hand -
That was bloody impressive.� �

The book he had summoned floated over and he caught it out
of the air without looking and passed it to her, shifting slightly as if to
make himself more comfortable.� �Wake
me...carefully... when you reach
chapter five and we shall see how well you have comprehended the
material.��

She sat up in surprise, holding the thick black leather bound tome.� There would be
a test on it?!� Oh no!!��
She wanted clothing.� And a desk or a table or something. This was... this was
just not right.�

Voldemort lazed, seemingly utterly at home in his
nakedness.� She looked about in
discomfort.� There was no way she could
presume to use his desk and she needed some kind of clothing.� Her clothes were in the bathroom on the
floor, the recalled but looking around she couldn�t see any kind of door that
might lead to a bathroom.� There were no
doors at all in this room.��

She looked back down at Voldemort again as if the blind
force of her discomfort would provoke a sudden personality change and he�d show
mercy and give her a slip or a shift or something.�

�He hadn�t even scourgified her.� She could feel his... his...

..oh for goodness sake, don�t be squeamish about it now...his semen...leaking out of her body.�

That thought dragged another one after it like a mouse
leading a troll on a leash.� He had... um...
he had come inside her... and she
obviously wasn�t on the potion.� Had he
cast any charms?� Oh god... what if she
got pregnant?!

She didn�t believe in abortion but it actually seemed almost
an appealing prospect in contrast with the alternatives.�

What if he killed her for it?�

What if he didn�t kill her?!�

But no!� He�d never allow a
half-muggleborn child to come into the world.�
He�d kill her � or kill it.� Same difference.�

Perhaps it wasn�t too late to ask for the potion or
something?� Muggles had a morning after
pill � there must be something of that type in the wizarding world,
surely.�

�You have not begun reading yet� the soft dangerous voice
interrupted her frantic thoughts.��

She turned to see a tightness
around his forehead that hadn�t been there before.� �No... I�m sorry.� I�ll... i�ll start
now.��

His expression didn�t become peaceful again.�
If anything it tightened.�� He
cracked a single crimson eye.� �You would
rather die than bear my child?��

She goggled.� What
could she possibly say to that?� Terror
blossomed in her.� Had he perhaps done it
deliberately?� Did he want a child? Was
that why he�d done it?� �I�m... a
mug-mudblood� she said, almost pleadingly. �You couldn�t...You-��

�Never presume to try
and tell me what I can and cannot do� He interrupted coldly, his red eyes
opening wide in anger.� �� I have killed
infinitely more powerful beings than yourself for the insolence.��

�I know you are aware of my own parentage.� Would a mudblood mother truly
be significantly worse than a muggle father?!��

�Over time I have learned that blood is not everything, Hermione.� Far more
important are power... ability... intelligence...and of course...physical potency - Which this body lacks.�

At present I could not impregnate you even if I desired such a thing.� There is not a fertility spell in existence
that could achieve that.� This body is
not...human.� Read the book and let me sleep now.�

��He closed his eyes and turned his face
away.� The atmosphere around him had
changed though.� Gone was the peaceful
ease.�

She swallowed, regretting having ruined that mood.��

Objectively seen he had been ...nice... to her.�
He�d let her have a bath. He�d...it had been nice � weird but nice �
when he washed her hair and ok perhaps she hadn�t exactly wanted to sleep with him but he�d been... mostly... gentle and it
had felt very...very...good... and
then he gave her a book...practically
a book of her choice to read.� No... Better than her choice... she didn�t
know enough about the area to make an informed choice.� He gave her a book he thought might appeal to
her and then he said he would go over the material with her later.�

That was just... above and beyond being...nice... to her. �At least.. for Voldemort.�

She realised that the tiny niggly feeling inside was
actually guilt.�

She felt guilty for upsetting Lord Voldemort.� What the hell was wrong with her?!� The idea of hurting Voldemort�s feelings was
just bizarre � did he even have
feelings?� It seemed like something he
would be generally opposed to.�

And yet � she had
feelings and right now she felt bad.� As
if she had done something offensive accidentally.��

She looked over at him and considered apologising.� Or... or touching
him... or something.� But in the end she decided it was a bad
idea if he was in a bad mood.� It would
be better if she just worked hard to prove herself by comprehending the
material in the book.�

She opened it up on her naked lap and, with a resolute
expression, set her unfit, too-long-out-of-classes, mind to deciphering the
thick runic text.�
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