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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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My virgin eyes WARNING: This chapter is Excessively Brutal and Graphic. Read at your own risk.

He went over to her petrified body smiling down upon her. He kneels putting his cigar over the already blistering mark he made with his scorching hex puffing it over her cheek making a burn mark with the cigar. He lit the cigar hotter with a butane lighter. He cast another spell with the flick of his wand her arms went life less beside her. Her legs relax as if they had fell asleep and her head rolled to the side. The pain remained in stasis, her mind reeling. The mental anguish was back three fold but she could not scream she could hardly breath. Tears trail down her face in a steady stream. He went down to her leg puffing the cigar leaving a cigar burn on the sole of her foot. He touched the cigar under her leg making a burn under her knee were the joint meet. He lifted the other doing the same. Working his way up to her arm he did the same with the joint of her shoulder. he went to her other arm but this time he screwed the cigar in the tender under side of her joint of her elbow.

" You know there is another advantage to a cigar. With cigarettes you put them out on someone and they just break apart. A cigar you may need to light them back but most of the time__

He puffed on the cigar it turned back bright red. A heavy smoky smell coming out his mouth.

___ it just lights back up. Ready for more." He lifts her chin burning a spot under her chin. He rested her head to the side. Then flicked his wand her joints were heavy but her breathing eases and then the pain. The pain from the burns made tears flow fast and free as she could not scream from the pain or hold the tears back. He leaves the room in a few minutes he comes back with an iron and ironing board. He also goes to the bath room retrieving a small rod curling iron used to make tight curls in hair but she doubted that what he was going to use it for. He plunged them in to the power outlets placing them on the board.

"I can see it in your eyes. Your already begging me to stop. But you have been a naughty girl Miss Granger. Being the naughty little twat you are. I need to teach you a lesson and those lessons have not even yet begun. As you can see I am just getting us ready to begin. Lets see were are we going to put you." He starts checking the furniture.

"I apologize for not being more prepared. A little trip out to the tool shed tomorrow will fix that nicely. With the short notice you have to excuse this. I think the couch will be the best place." He picks her up throwing her over his shoulder sitting her on the couch like a child playing with a doll. He starts to tie her hands together with the rope on each wrist. He slides behind the couch attaching the rope to the couch third leg from under the couch. Her body stinging with the burns he just made. He attaches another rope to her other ankle leaving a slack in the rope. Using the ankle ropes he spreads her legs apart not giving her a chance to kick at him he ties one ankle to the couch as he works on the other. Her upper thigh he wraps the rope around it and tying her ankle to it leaving just enough slack to lift a small crack tying it off to the middle couch leg. He unties the other leg Binding her other ankle with more rope repeating the process and tying it off around the couch arm on the couches front leg.

"Lets start with this shall we." He waves the lighter in front of her face and sets breast a lit. He finish with a spell with the flick of his wand and all is healed. The smell of burnt flesh and the pain lingers.

Wishing she could take it back she pleads with him with her eyes. He whispers to his wand. He taps to her mouth. "Please stop Master Bane, I apologize. It will not happen again." He allows her to speak to him but she still figures her pleas will go unheard but she feels a need to try.

"Will see how you can apologies to me later, but for now." He flicks the lighter on with a hiss and burns the curls between her legs. The smell of burnt hair permeating the room. When he finally stops he runs his hand over the burnt sore mound scraping away burnt hair. She hisses in pain.

He starts to spread her apart unfolding her vaginal lips. Noticing they unfold into almost a flower he admires her for a second. "Well have we been holding back. Too bad I will have to wither this. I will have to remember that for later." Hermione has no idea what he speaking of but she knows this to be a terrible situation she be in agony before he is finished and can't think of any way to stop this. He strokes her clit making it go taught and then proceeds to burn it off along with her inner vaginal lips. She lets out a deafening scream as the pain over takes her. He gives her a few minutes to recover before moving over to her breasts again. Her chest heaving from pain. He carefully burns around her nipples along the dark circular line of her left breast. She howls in pain as the skin reddens and starts to bubble as he brings the lighter for a second pass round the circle. He lets her rest as he checks the heat on the iron. He presses the iron under the breast he had healed. As she struggles and howls her voice starts to crack. He burns a spot under her other breast, both side of her neck, her upper thighs above the rope and calves beneath. As this point Hermione is exhausted from screaming and struggling. Pain striking through as her arms legs and neck rub against the burns. She pleads him to stop in a harsh whisper. He burns the left buttock and then the right. He adds to the pain on her legs pressing cigar wounds into the flesh burned by the iron. She can not scream anymore her voice crying cracking she wore down she can hardly struggle anymore and the pain is more then she can bear. She could not plead anymore she could no longer whisper.

"How are we holding up Miss Granger. Hmm?" She finds she can not even plead even with him, her body was too gone now. No control over her frayed nerves that are now on fire. As he takes the curling iron in hand. He stand on the couch pressing his knee in between her legs rubbing her burnt skin she can feel the the hair on his knee ripping into her. She can't even whimper in pain. He lowers him self over her face. Taking the curling iron opening it clamping it to her nipple on her left breast. She can not scream or struggle. A low lone grunt and slight moan is her only response. He steps down pulls her tongue out her mouth and burns it with the clamped curling iron. He presses the curling iron under her arm pits. Then holds and twist the other nipple with it. He head down burning in between the ropes behind her knees. No more screams can come. She does not think she can make a sound at this point wanting desperately to fade into the bless of unconsciousness. He watches her pant her lungs roughly filling with air. Her body trembling. Then he penetrates her with the curling iron. A cracked scream parts through her lips that she thought would not come as he roughly plunges the curling iron in and out of her. The sound like a dying animal. She does not even recognize her own voice. She has lost her voice completely when he finally stops. She writhes in agony every move more excruciating. He spends much time making sure she does not pass out. nearly three hours of time has passed. Then she falls limp. When she regains her senses again he had left the room. Bane was standing over her with a purple vial in his hand.

"Well, naughty girl. Does this stop here are do we start over again? I remember every move I did Miss Granger and can continue this. Repeating the processes of torment over and over. If that is what you would like." He has a tray of potions on the ironing board. He puts the purple vial down in the tray. He then steps a leg up on the couch he stand up over her slumped form his limp cock in her face.

"Well are we going to be a good girl from now on and submit to my wishes? Answer me." What hope did she have of answering him she could hardly move or think. She thinks of the only thing she can muster, lifts her head forward she places her lips to his dick she just manages to spread them taking the head between her burnt lips and flicking her stinging tongue.

"Nice answer." He steps down putting her in world of hurt as the couch bounces. Her head hitting the bottom of the couch. He smiles at her. With a flick of his wand he numbs her face and upper shoulders. Picks up the purple vial. Putting her head on his knee he puts her lips to the vial.

"Drink this." She drinks the potion. It taste like spearmint and aloe drink. The potion is cooling as it goes down her throat. He picks up another vial. It taste like stale water and fish. With in a few minutes all the burns are gone. Her swore muscles remain and her throat hurts something horrible.

"You may apologize to me for your bad manners now." He sits down in the arm chair. She finds her hands are loss and with a flick the ropes around her knees dissolve. She sits there not knowing what to do.

"Well I am waiting Miss Granger. What's it going to be? If you do not do this properly we will continue where we left off." Hermione panics she never wants to go threw that again. What can I do to appease him? I am not sure what to do. I can't think anymore. You have to. You don't have a choice. Think! You can't just sit here! She gets to the floor and crawls over to him every move hurts like her nerves are set alight. She knows some cuts are opening back up and bleeding. She tries to ignore the pain and stiffness. She tries to pull her self to her her knees. She gets there after several attempts. Shaking on her knees she kisses his hand and then his thigh.

"Why do you not start with my feet?" He pushes her back on her buttocks. She does not look at him. She crawls on her knees and fore arms as reaches his feet she kiss the tips of his toes. Licks the front of his foot. Watch for signs of his approval. She licked the side of his foot. He lifted it. Crossing his legs so she could get better access to it. She licked his heel and started sucking his toes off.

" The other one" he ordered. He uncrossed his leg. She never felt so embarrassed before. She knew he watching her intently her butt up in the air as she kissed his toes repeating what she had done to his left foot.

"I want you to kneel down like you kissing my feet facing away from me and show me that twat of yours you cunt." Hermione does so with out hesitation. Her body shaking more furiously. She noted that he had not lost his temper earlier or now. He had been in full control. "Spread your fanny for me.You fucking cunt." She opens the curtains on her cunt leaning her thighs touching his low legs. He was degrading her. She felt like some trolope he had picked off the street. He ran his finger along the inside of her folds. It was agonizing keeping this position. Not only was she in pain but it was humiliating. She was so self conscious she wanted to explode but she did not want to be hurt again; not like that, not ever. Her face turned a bright scarlet as he continued to run his fingers along her folds and then inserted one inside of her pulling it in and out. He ran circles around her clit as he inserted another finger thrusting them into her. "Turn around." he ordered. She obeyed. She sat on her knees in front of him. He ran his thumb over her dry cracked lips. She could smell herself on that hand. He extended his hand. "Suck." was all he said. She started to suck his index finger and then both that with his middle finger. The fingers her thrust inside her before. " Use your tongue you could use some practice Miss Granger." She did as he bid her to. She noted that her tongue still hurt. The potion he had given worked on the burns but some of the nerve and muscle damage was still there. She was frightened. He must have had many victims to know what certain things he could heal and what he could leave on a body with what spell or potions. She noticed he was studying her reactions closely. She knew he could see her ability to reason coming back. "I want you to lick me yard balls, Love. I suggest you make good work of it." he states with a veiled threat. All of this is so vulgar. Thought Hermione. She started to lick his sagging hairy bollocks. Worse, she started to think about something she had done for Ron in their innocent teen years that both had nearly forgotten given some how Malfoy had found out and taken the piss out of all their pleasure. It was always something. She buried the memory and thought. I feel dirty. Hermione lifted his sack and licked under it sucking. She continued this for a while waiting for a sign that he was satisfied or wanting her to move on to something else. It eventually came he pushed his cock down into his bollocks. She wrapped her mouth around his dick licking at the sensitive spot below the head of his fat prick flicking her tongue. He moaned as she wrapped the warmth of her mouth around his length. She went to touch his cock but quickly her hand got slapped away. She sucked his length as best she could for a time. He then grabbed the back of her hair pushing her down onto his cock holding her down with his length down her throat down to his sack. She started to gag on it tears watering in her eyes as his pulled her up and back down again by her hair and chin. He moaned as he pulled out taking her hand and stroking his length, He let go of her hand she continued to stroke his length up and down. This sick fuck was turned on hot and heavy. He did not last long he came with a growl on her face and chest. He sat there staring into her face. Hermione felt sick. She tried not to show much but the red of her cheeks.

Letting the pain wash over her to hide her deeper emotions. Suddenly he barked an order.
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