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Death or Death Eater	By : Lightningbook Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 8371 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Death or Death Eater

Hermione woke cold and naked on a stone floor as her body trembled. She tried to curl up, hiding her form from anyone who might see her despite the knowledge of anyone else present. As hard as she tried nothing she did would allow her to cover herself. When she realized she wasn�t alone her body tensed in fear.

"Don't bother to fight the bonds Mudblood, it will do no good." Lucius' casual voice flowed over her making her shiver. She couldn't believe Lucius Malfoy was seeing her naked as well as bound and though she tried there was nothing she could do about it.

"So beautiful� and so wilful." Lucius ran his fingers softly down Hermione's side making blood rise to the surface in a solid blush. Though her blush wasn�t from embarrassment, it was from the intimate way which Lucius assaulted her body without pain. His touch made her cringe, his clammy fingers forcing a shudder of disgust to rake her body.

"I am going to break you.� Lucius sneered. He wanted Hermione to break for him and his mind reeled at the prospect. �But for now I have been sent to tell you the rules; in a moment Severus will be in to give you a potion and you will drink it. When we're ready this room will fill with death eaters and each one of us will take a turn making you squirm until your will breaks. When you give in, which you will, a gold bracelet will form around you ankle and you will be bound to that death eater for the rest of your life. I am warning you ahead of time, you better break for me because I am the only one who won't use excessive pain to break you." Hermione was numb, no longer caring if they saw her naked form. The only thoughts she could muster were that at any moment Severus Snape would walk into this room to seal her fate.

The door of her prison opened and she noticed the potions master wearing an impassive expression. He wore his usual form fitting black robes with lines of buttons adorning the front. The sleeves of the woollen peignoir slightly ruffled as he closed the door behind him and stepped closer to the elder Malfoy and their young captive.

"Lucius, leave her alone. You will get your chance with her later. Leave us so I can prepare her." Severus sat a potion beside Hermione and ran a gentle hand through her hair waiting for Lucius to leave. She closed her eyes at the sudden contact, unaware why she felt the need to affectionately enjoy the touches.

"Hermione, I know your scared but remember to chose your master wisely. They are all harsh and they will all want you for their harem. You are young and beautiful and if you break, it will all be over. I have to caution you, so listen carefully, I will be forced to partake in this celebration as they call it. I'll be honest I don't want a harem and I'm normally very harsh with the girls; it's how I avoid being chosen." Hermione turned her head and found herself eye level with Severus' crotch. Though she could only see his outline, he promised to be a challenge for her. A small whimper escaped her lips as she realized she turned him on. Severus knew he was taking too long to prepare her and moved to tip the potion into her waiting mouth before anyone interrupted.

"Now the celebration will begin soon so I suggest you rest, it is going to be a long night for you." The door slammed and Severus was gone. He left her a moment to make a choice that would change her life forever.

Her mind wandered over the facts; she was bound to a cold stone floor at the mercy of countless Death eaters and they all intended to rape her. Even with this knowledge, the two that came to her so far have turned her on with gentle touches and the promises of pain.

'What the hell is wrong with me? If they are all this way I will die by the end of the night.' A soft violin and candles lighting around the dark room interrupted her musings. Once the flames ignited on each waxy taper, Hermione could see a table full of indescribable instruments. But that honestly didn't frighten her half as much as the spread of black robed figures that began to surround her. Lucius stepped to the table collecting his three selections and moved them to Hermione's side.

"Now, now pet relax and let me make you mine." He sneered wickedly and removed his robes. Hermione gaped at the pale muscular body that shimmered in the incandescent light. He bent his head to capture Hermione's sensitive nipple with his white gold hair tickling her over heated skin. A soft whimper escaped Hermione when he pulled away and blew air over her flesh causing goose bumps to ripple across her sensitive cutis. His tongue left a gleaming trail to her navel as he circled it and dipped in, roughly leaving his mark. He trailed lower gripping her thighs and nipping at their smooth, creamy texture and moved closer to her centre. Hushed whimpers were spilling softly from Hermione�s parted lips as Lucius nibbled and sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves nestled between her folds. Her sobs increased when he pulled away to lick her ankle softly, playing with the now red and sensitive flesh. The more he nipped and played with her surface she grew easy with Lucius� ministrations. As he toyed with her soft ankle he noticed a soft gold bracelet was forming.

With satisfaction, Lucius picked up one of the items he brought from the table: A long willowy rod was cradled in his languid hands. Fear flashed in Hermione's eyes when she saw him gripping a brown leather riding crop. Without a word of warning, he snapped it down on her thigh, leaving a red welt in its wake. Before she could recover from the first affront, he pulled his hand back and snapping it down on the other, forcing a cry of pain from her dry throat. Lucius continued his blows until Hermione's thighs were so raw they began to bleed. Red drops bubbled upon her creamy skin and Lucius� cruel lips curled into a smile. The scent of her blood made his erection throb and decided it was time for something else. He'd drawn enough blood to satisfy his sadistic needs and laid down the crop beside her head. Meticulously he picked up two lit candles, one black and one white. Dripping their hot moisture over each of Hermione�s bloodied legs he sneered. He watched at the white of purity and black of evil pooled and hardened against her pale, marred flesh.

Hermione refused to cry out. Righteous indignation took hold and she repudiated thoughts of giving him the satisfaction of her cries. The beautiful gold band that adorned her ankle was now fading fast. She could never stay with him; his ability to cruelly regard her only fuelled her desire for another to do as they wished. His earlier words of false comfort reverberated through her head; 'I'll be the only one who won�t use excessive force.' If this wasn't excessive, she wasn't looking forward to the others. As the wax began to harden, Lucius forcefully gripped her thighs leaving his handprints in the impressionable surface. He smirked as she winced and picked up his last object. He toyed with the silver and green collar for a moment, wringing his lurid fingers on the soft material before snapping it roughly around her neck and thrusting forcefully into her tight arse. Hermione could no longer contain the screams that were so well hidden earlier. His thrusts were brutal and she resigned to the pain coursing through her body. She prayed silently that he would finish soon.

Her pain was his pleasure and he set his pace by her cries of torture. His celerity quickened making him almost lose control. Pulling away from her blood soaked opening, he panted and rested a moment before sheathing himself once again into Hermione's dry heat in one quick motion. Lucius ignored the claret dripping from her violated body as he began to jerk erratically. The only comfort she received was his body's fluid coating her insides, making the friction more bearable. There were no loving gentle movements and no soft-spoken words for Hermione's first time.

Lucius was cold and harsh, causing more pain than she could fathom. His breath was heavy as it ghosted against her cheek and she felt the fire of pain with each movement he made. Finally, Lucius absolved his desire, undulating roughly as he rode the waves of completion. Allowing her body a moments rest he flashed a murderous look at her when he saw her ankle empty. Not having the bracelet to adorn her soft skin, she would undergo more harsh treatment but held out hope that at least one of them would go easy. Either the lack of embellishment around her thin joint showed a lack of intelligence or hope and that rankled Lucius. Unceremoniously he removed his still twitching erection from her and rose. He pulled on his robes and stomped back to his spot in the circle eyeing the bushy haired Gryffindor, splayed for all to see.

The string of death eaters to follow made Lucius look like the perfect lover as Hermione was bitten, beaten and bled at each of their harsh treatments - but she was not broken. Inside, she felt empty as her wounds throbbed painfully indicating the state of her poorly treated frame. She was sure she had a few broken ribs and that a disc had slipped in her aching back. However, she refused to let them see her cry even if the pain was unbearable. She was sure if she didn't get medical help soon she would bleed to death but somehow managed to hang on; remaining awake long after anyone else in her position would have passed out.

A glimmer of hope shone in her eyes when she saw the last death eater step forward. He didn't remove his robes hastily like all the others. Instead, he ran soothing fingers through her hair whispering to her softly, something none of the others did. When she was calm, he walked over to the table and picked up three items, laying two of them by Hermione's head. The third his wand and he used it to clean her of all the others fluids, unfortunately that was all he could do. Laying his wand down he bent over Hermione and with surprising gentleness began to kiss every bruise that the others had left, causing Hermione to groan out in pleasure.

His kisses trailed down her neck softly brushing against each mark then carefully down her chest over each breast and pursuing lower until he reached the waxy impressions Lucius left behind now coated in blood. He left her sensitive thighs untouched and for that Hermione was grateful. Still robed Severus picked up a second item; a black velvet cloth he used to rub her body. The soft movements of the delicate material against her skin worked all the way to her heart and soul. Severus seemed to mirror her thoughts that this is what her first time should have been like. Each touch loving, not harsh � and in this one perfect moment amidst all the chaos, he had her full permission to continue.

Again the figure before her skipped her thighs not wanting to hurt her any further. It was in this moment Hermione realized her body was responding to his gentle ministrations producing a natural lubrication of desire just as it would have with a lover she trusted. It was odd but she did trust him and hungered for more of him. The robed figure picked up his last item: a small silver clip he pushed to the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. The clip began to make a humming sound sending shivers over Hermione. She no longer bothered to keep her moans quiet as waves of pleasure crashed around her. When a tight heat exploded from her, only then did her moans cease. The humming stopped and the robed figure was leaning over her whispering in her ear.

"Relax, that's what it should be like love. I know no ones told you the more intimate details but I promise if you relax and trust me you'll get a wonderful surprise." Hermione nodded showing she understood and again the clip was humming away. Two long slender fingers pushing into her opening joined this time by the bombilating object. Hermione's pleasure only increased as his rigid digits caressed her insides teasing a soft groan from her lips. The man removed his soft fingers and replaced them repeatedly until he felt her walls clamping around him. Once again, Hermione was coated in fluids only this time they were her own as her very first orgasm cascaded from within.

A small smile played over her lover�s lips. Satisfied with himself, he removed first his fingers then the clip from her throbbing clit. Hermione whimpered at the loss of contact only to gasp as the figure removed his robes.

Before her stood a very familiar man. Her eyes travelled quickly over his face and in awe her eyes swept more slowly over the rest of his exposed integument. He was well shaped with tight firm abs. His shoulders were broad and slender and each arm rippled with lean muscle. His body wasn�t bulky and he moved gracefully. She watched as the well-defined thighs of the death eater spasmed with each movement. His legs were powerful, shaped from gripping a broom handle during Quidditch. It was amazing to see his paled skin glistening in the soft glow of the room. To her, no one else existed but them and she longed to merge her body with his.

This death eater by far was the best hung. Sporting a long, hard shaft, Hermione was suddenly very afraid of him. He stood before her allowing her to familiarize herself with his body when he saw the look of fear flash in her eyes. He noticed her sights settled on his twitching penis, which responded as she scrutinized his anatomy. He stepped to her side running his hands through her hair in a now familiar way, which calmed Hermione at once.

"I promise I'll take it slow. Relax and let me care for you." His voice was a soft whisper, his words only audible to her and it made her feel safe. He slid next to her body carefully and conjured a feathery shaggy rug underneath their exposed bodies. Carefully he ran over her body and Hermione�s mettle fluttered to the surface as she chanced speaking.

"If I chose you, would you want me? Or would I be cast out of your sight at the first chance? I love you�and if you don't want me then I'll wait �til Lucius gets another chance and I'll go with him. At least he made it clear what he wants." Hermione waited for his rage to come but it never did. Instead her fears were met with comfort when he simply caressed her side with care.

"If you really mean that then I will not cast you away. I've wanted you for so long�you should know I never do this normally. I'm in, out and gone before the next round begins. I've stayed because I didn't want to let you go." Hermione's eyes shone with unshed tears and she looked away whispering.

"Then take me so we can get out of here." He complied; straddling Hermione's hips carefully. He kept as much of his weight from her as possible before entering her. Once he was positioned where he wanted to be, he thrust his hips forward and in that one motion, he filled her wet entrance. Her body stretched for him more than the others did and her face twisted into A mask of pain. He waited until the grimace on Hermione's face faded before he pulled back, leaving only the tip of his penis inside her. As slowly and smoothly as possible, he pushed back inside her, prolonging the friction until he was embedded in her once again.

�More�� Hermione panted as he set a torturously slow pace. He ignored her pleas, lunging forward teasingly. His movements were soft and precise, leaving her aching for more. It was daunting as each accretion brought her more pleasure.

Severus freed Hermione from the tight bonds without missing a beat. His pace was steady and even though her mind screamed, she should run as far from them as possible her heart responded in a completely different way. Greedy for more of Severus, she wrapped her legs around his waist firmly, spurring him on as she tangled her fingers in his silky black hair.

Hermione made her choice and he accepted by speeding up. Hermione keened loudly as the rush of her second orgasm flooded through her womb. She moved her legs higher, begging him to penetrate her deeper as her insides clinched him tightly. With each thrust she grew tighter until finally milking the dark wizard�s climax. He arched his back as she released her hold and noticed the glint of gold out of the corner of his eye when her legs came to rest around him. As he caught his breath he reached for his discarded robe and wrapped around them. He kissed Hermione�s forehead gently as he pulled her closer and apparated them both just outside the gates of Hogwarts. He lifted Hermione�s limp body into his arms carefully and carried her to the Hospital wing. She needed care and soon, Poppy was the only one he would trust with the task.

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