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The Unseen Danger	By : LadyofSpades Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 5955 -:- 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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Hermione woke up in mid flight. The last thing she remembered was heading back to burrow from the village near by after calming down from her fight with Ron. She was on the back of a broom with figure in black robes that whipped furiously in the wind. Flying fast over the woods that stretched into the distance as far as the eye could see. Two of the wizards surrounding her started furiously yelling.
"What did you do that for?" said one. "We were suppose to take her alive. Not bloody beat her half to death."
"The Dark Lord said unharmed Bella." she thought. I recognize him. As Avery spoke to Bella.
"What was I suppose to do? Let her scream out to her little friends that we were there. She's breathing. That's good enough." came a shrilled voice from behind her.
The back of her head pounded, she was nauseated, and there was ringing sound in her ears. The woman she was on the broom with which she guessed was Bellatrix Lestrange started healing Hermione with her wand. A rush of air comes as the man she suspected to be Avery flew up beside her. She gets a good look at the man as his hood had flown off remembering him from the Department of Mysteries arrest.
"You don't be careful and we'll have to answer to Bane!" Avery said.
"WHAT!" Bellatrix in a high pitched shrill leading off to soft scoff . "What. No one told me anything about Bane being involved. I would not hand a sick dog to Bane." she said rather taken aback. "He's vermin. Sick. Twisted. Demented and I will not have anything to do with him. It's unconscionable."
"It's not our place to consider the matter in excess." stated Rookwood.
The grip around Hermione's waist loosens. "He couldn't blame me if she falls. Could he? No, he wouldn't. WOULD he?" Bella seemed to be muttering under her breath. They started a descent lead by Avery. " Jump." she whispered in Hermione's ear "It would be best. Believe me." Bella’s voice had a cracked tone to it.
Yeah that would give you a nice laugh. Thought Hermione. I'm not jumping you psychopathic bitch; continuing her line of thought. She held tighter to the broom as they flew lower landing in front of a small house in an even smaller town out in the woods. The place virtually reeked of recent enchantments. It was obvious a lot of effort had been made to prepare it for her arrival. They replaced their mask. Rookwood and the man she could not recognize go to dissolve a couple of bodies and head off to take guard as Bellatrix and Avery muscle Hermione through the door. Nothing was recognizable to Hermione the landscape was foreign to her.
"Bane should be joining you shortly." said Avery as he forced her to sit in the chair. There are a group of long red burgundy ropes next to the chair.
He started to wave his wand to tie her to the chair when Bellatrix screeched. " Are you not right in the head. What do you think those ropes are for? Do you have instruction on how to handle this?"
"I was told to tie her to the chair. We were told to use as little magic as possible on her." He ponders that for a second. Bellatrix held her arms holding her down.
"Well, get on with it." she snaps. Breaking his thought.
Hermione notes that there is another person here already stocking what looks to be healing potions. She can not see her face from were she is being tied up. What's going on? Do they want me to talk. Give them what information I have. Is this person they speak of a expert torturer? Her mind raced on, fear rising to the surface of her thoughts .
"Hurry up he could be here any minute." Bellatrix was nervous or paranoid Hermione couldn't tell which.
"Got to make sure she can't get loose." said Avery. "Besides he is one of us."
"Bane's no death eater; he does not even have the mark. I would not count him as one of our number. Ever notice he does not even pay homage to our Master?" Bellatrix let go of Hermione arms before Avery has a chance to secure them to the chair.
"The Dark Lord claims Bane was one of us long before any of us were." Avery started tying Hermione's feet to the chair. She kicked at him. He was having loads of trouble tying her to the chair she starting fighting like a wild animal trying to get free. Hermione kicked his face making him swear under his breath. She went to give him a right hook when he grabs the rope under the chair tying it down. Avery looked as if he was going to snap at Bella but thought better of it. His words still coming out in annoyed tone.
"Help me will you?" he asked Bellatrix. She knelled to the side of the chair to hold Hermione's feet down as Avery ties her other arm to the chair then finishes tying her ankle ropes to the other chair legs.
"Hurry up and lets get out of here!" she exclaimed.
"There done."
Bellatrix was the first out the door. "I'm going back to the port key" she shrieked at them "Hurry the fuck up or find some other way home. I WON'T WAIT on you!" She said looking back from the doorway. Her eyes seemed to linger on Hermione. Is she crying? Hermione thought. Weird. Bellatrix seemed on the verge of saying something else as she looked at Hermione then suddenly she turned and ran from the house.
Avery looked back checking the wards. The woman from the kitchen departs through a back door.
Hermione strained at her bonds. It was stupid of her to have gone wondering off like that and now she was in the hands of Death Eaters. It was starting to get dark. She was tied in a living room with shelves of rpg books, a few dvds, and shelves of vhs tapes. There was an old tele and vhs/dvd player as a matter of fact everything looked old. Well at least something good came out of this, the Death Eaters had just put a couple poor muggles out of their misery. Magic has a way of not leaving a trace in the muggle world. They would show up as missing persons if anyone went looking at all, which looked doubtful. There was a clock on the wall in the bathroom. She strained to look at it in the full length mirror in the fading light only to notice that it was stopped. She did not know how long she sat there but had begun to work her bonds lose.
Suddenly a light came on and in strode a person in black robes with a hood on.
"Ah, Evening." he said casually." See you don't have a cumbersome cloak on. Don't blame you there ever so restrictive. Don't you think?" at that he pulled his cloak off reviling a man looking to be in his late 50's short neatly cropped dark hair, 5 foot 10, long round broad face, a broad nose and semi muscular body. There was nothing that particularly stood out about the man. It was the eyes they stood out the most to Hermione soft almost kind but there was a darkness behind them. One that she had learned to recognize. He unbuttoned 3 buttons on his shirt folding over the collar exposing part of his chest that glistened with sweat. "Oh, excuse me for being rude. Elijah Bane and you must be Hermione Granger." She struggled to loosen one of her hands.
Bane descended on her. The man was quick for his size. Towering above her in the chair. Then stepped behind her checking her bonds.
"Shabby work this. Who brought you here?"
"Bellatrix, Avery, Rookwood," she stranded to remember the face of the last four member while they flew "Macnair."
"Ah...Well Miss Granger we are going to explore pain, pleasure, despair, and hope." So, What first?__ He strokes her hair
___ Pleasure or pain?" he punctuates each word making the choices clear.
"Pain." she whimpered. She had expected him to take his wand to her but instead he gathers instruments from the room. A wire garden stake rod, a long wooden dowel rod, and a red stock whip with a wooden handle from his side.
"Oh I saw something in the bathroom earlier today that would do nicely." He came out of the bathroom with a razor strap. He hit the back of his hand with it making a slapping sound."An old fashion razor strap. Nice."
"Let's start with something simple shall we?" he heads off to the kitchen.
"The wards on the house are meant to keep you in, untying yourself is pointless Miss Granger." he states as the sound of running water comes from the kitchen. A black cat jumps up and curling up on the top of the sofa falls to sleep. Bane comes back in with a pan of water. He goes back in the kitchen and comes back with ice trays. He dumps the ice in the roasting pan.
"Ready. We begin now." He kneels in front of her and starts untying her tennis shoe. She tries to kick at him but the ropes have each of her limbs secured to a different leg of the chair. As he slides off her shoe panic begins to sets in. Then he reaches under her pants leg and slides her sock off. As her foot is exposed fear seems to lump up in the back of her throat. "There that's better" he says as he rubs her foot. A wave of not entirely unpleasant terrifying sensations course over her seeming to originate in her foot. He lifts the chair and slides the pan of ice water under her foot. What the hell is he doing? Hermione wondered. He lowers the chair back down putting her foot in the ice water. She flinches as her foot starts to burn from the cold.
"Bet that feels good." he stands back observing her for a moment then moves in closer. He picks an ice cube from the pan up.
You've got to be kidding me? Hermione almost let out a laugh of relief. This is their EXPERT torturer?
"You know when Tom asked me to do this as a favor for him. I thought this was going to be dull when he said you were plain Jane but I think I could enjoy this." Slowly he start putting his hand up Hermione's shirt. Rubbing the ice over her stomach. The cold making muscles twitch as the ice trailed over the flat of her stomach upwards. Suddenly the fear returns hitting her like a fist in her guts. He reaches under her bra and started rubbing her nipple with the ice making it painfully erect. The sensation of violation is overwhelming her as she begins to realize where this is headed.
Desperately she pulls at her ropes and starts to whimper. Get it together girl you can't betray Harry Ron or the others. She thought. I don't care what he does to me I WILL NOT tell them anything! She can smell the salty musk of sweat as he leans in far too close to her face barely touching her. His warm breath fluttering on her forehead he puts his wand up to the right side of her face. It's tip hot at her temple and ever so slowly breathing her in he leans in close to her ear and breaths..
"You know it does not matter what you say here Miss Granger it will never leave this house. Your opinion does not matter. I am not here for information about your friends or the Order."
No. Hermione thought whimpering and shaking her head as he started to kiss down her chin and neck. He's here to torture, rape, and leave me dead in gutter some where. All thought of trying to clear her mind vanished she was starting to panic again. He left the ice cube in her bra as his hand withdrew.
"Kiss me." he cooed. When she did not respond fast enough he bit into her lip she could taste her own blood in her mouth. "You'll find I do not like to repeat myself Miss Granger ." He ran his wand down her neck line causing her to shiver then deeply he kissed her. She kissed him back. Her heart racing. He withdraws from the kiss leaving her breathing heavily. Then he bents over washing her foot with ice water. Her foot was feeling numb from the cold.
"Nice and cold. Lets start the second part of this. Shall we. Miss Granger ." He gets a second large pot of water from the kitchen steam is rising from it. He again kneels in front of her and begins untying the laces of her other shoe. Her heart nearly beats out of her chest. She has never been so afraid of anything in her life as him removing her other shoe. As he slides off her other sock exposing her naked foot. Terror rips into her. She has never felt so exposed and vulnerable. He lifts the chair moving the pan of ice water to her other foot and slides her left foot into the other pan. The pain blocks out all other sensations. She yelps and shakes as left foot feels like it is on fire. She struggles to remove it. He comes back from the kitchen with an ice tray pouring ice into the pan holding her right foot then stepping back to observe her.
"Hurts as bad as any hex doesn't." he coos. He stands there for a few minutes. "far too many wizards get so hung up on magic they forget how much can be accomplished with something simple. Like a pan of cold water and a pan of scalding water." He says smiling. "I've been doing things like this for a very long time Miss Granger. Your really quite fortunate to have someone of my experience and qualifications handling this for you."
The pain begins to subside as her feet adjust to the extreme in temperatures and go numb. "Just think if you had been turned over to some amateur like Lucius or Bellatrix. The last couple Tom handed over to them, the Longbottoms, are still comatose and never did cooperate mind you. What a bungled job that was." Lucius had nothing to do with the Longbottoms torture it was Bellatrix and Barty Crouch Jr. Hermione thought her mind beginning to work again. He's got some kind of personal grudge against Lucius I can hear it in his voice. He's obsessed with besting him. Maybe I can use that somehow. "Starting to get comfortable are we; we can't have that this soon." he lifts the chair again and reverses the pans. as the chair lowers her feet back into the water pain rips up both feet and shreds her mind. She screams in agony. He watches with a grin like a beast watching its prey.
"Amazing how much pain can be caused by something so simple. Pretty much every other interrogator in the wizarding world relies on their wands for pretty much everything. That's why most of them are in Azkaban. The ministry is very good at detecting and tracing hexes but consider more conventional means to be ineffective any witch claiming to have been abused by such means would be laughed at and fined for wasting their time. And that is even if they believed her at all. That's why I like to keep my hexes to a minimum." he pauses for a moment watching her struggle with the pain.
"I'm afraid your reactions are not very original Miss Granger as amusing as seeing a woman in pain is. I'm afraid I've done this so many times its becoming cliche so; lets make your suffering a little more attractive shall we? " Bane reaches down for the hem of her t-shirt, ohgod ohgod ohgod, Hermione thought. Bane unbuttons her outer shirt and then pulls her inner shirt up and over her head leaving it hooked behind her back the ice cube had melted leaving a wet spot over her left breast on her plain white bra exposing the dark skin around her nipple.
"There that's a little better isn't it?" As he looks on she just whimpered and bites at her lip .
"Oh come now, Miss Granger your still a woman and all women like to be attractive." he begins to fondle her breasts her nipples grow painfully erect the sense of vulnerability is more painful than the water.
"I think your feet are going numb again time to switch the pans again I think." Hermione shakes her head violently and bites her lip. The pain returns so intense she forgets about being exposed. How can water hurt so bad she wonders to herself then curses herself for being stupid think dammit you know exactly what's happening as each foot adjust to the extreme temperature it becomes vulnerable to the opposite she thought analyze the situation logically seemed to help her handle the pain and get a grip on the situation.
"It's okay if you don't thank me, Miss Granger. I will not think of you as particularly rude for your neglect of proper decorum under the circumstances." now if he'd just shut up for a minute i might be able to get myself together she thought "Very few of the witches I've had for clients have managed to be grateful for all I've done for them." Is he joking or is he really that Bonkers . Hermione thought.
"Shall we switch them? I can go on like this all day if you want." He switches the pans over both of feet are in agonizing pain.
"Take your shirt off for me." Untying one wrist she had been pulling loose. He then loosens the rope on the chair a little sliding it up easing her foot out of the hot water and she does as she is asked. Her shirts now hanging on one arm that is left tied to the chair. Rubbing it ever so gently he puts her foot down into the hot water again it stings her. She's shaking as he takes her in. He starts to kiss down her shoulder his breath smells of hot cinnamon on her collar bone. As he trails down her neck caressing her breast running the flat of his hand over her nipple.
"This can't be your first time. Can it? There must be someone who has taken the honors." He puts a finger into the waist of her jeans running his wand over her inner thigh. Her breath heaving painfully. Then suddenly he flicks his wand as he pulls her head back painful by the root of her hair on the back of her head. He says nothing but she can feel him in her head. There are many things she has cordoned off from such a spell but she is too rattled to throw him out. Her emotions are on her shoulders and he is good at this. He finds what he wants and withdraws.
"Only two lovers? My are we behind the curb. But don't worry I can teach you a few tricks. He switches the pans again her feet on fire once more. It is then she realizes that he'll never leave her numb for long. He'll switch the pan so she is in constant agony.
"Would you like to get your feet out of the water?" She nods at this statement. "What did you say? I can't hear you Miss Granger ."
"Yes." she whimpers barely believing she said it.
"Take you shirt the rest of the way off and then your bra." he unties her other hand. She does as she told. Anything to have a few moments without the pain. As her shirts hit the floor she realizes what shes doing. Her hands are free! Her eyes dart to Bane he is watching her intently his wand at the ready. He smiles at her obviously knowing what she is thinking. She quickly sizes up the situation he is to far away to reach. Her feet are still tied to the chair, and he has his wand ready. This was not the time to fight. she hesitates.
"What's it to be Miss Granger the bra or the water?" Bane asks her. He makes a pronounced flick of his wand at the pan of hot water making it steam. She glances down at the pans of water in front of her chair remembering the pain they could cause. The realization that it could go on forever with no relief hits her like a hammer. She can't take it she realizes. Disgusted with herself for her weakness she reaches behind her back and unfastened her brazier. She begins to cry a few tears as she drops it to the floor.
She covers her chest with her hands looking at the floor. He grabs up the wire and bats at her hands with it."Remove those and let me have a look see Love." He bats at her hands a few more times then she removes them from her chest. He takes her in hungrily making sure to look her in the eyes. She hiccups and eventually can't look him in the face anymore turning away.
"Touch me." he brings her hand near the crotch of his trousers which are already stiff from his erection.
"No." she says so quietly it's hardly hardly audible.
"Did you just say NO to me?" he ask moving in close to her face her hair on her forehead brushing up against his face. She feels his cheek brushing against her. He leans in closer his chest rubbing against her's. He starts retying her hands to the chair. Once her hands were retied he grabs up the wire. "Hmm?" he growls beating at her breast with it. The wire cutting into the sides of her breasts. The pain is sudden and intense far more violent than the pain the water caused. He violently flips the chair that Hermione's tied to catching it before it reaches the floor hoping to ease it down the rest of the way. But with her hands tied it hits the floor hard . Her fingers are jammed by the impact she thinks she may have broken one.
"You, just said NO, to me!" he starts beating her feet and ankles with the wire.
Her breast bleed from cuts made by the wire. Her feet are hurt badly as he keeps up the assault for several minutes. She rocks the chair from side to side wanting to get away crushing her fingers. She can hardly keep the nausea down she felt earlier when she had been hit over the head. He starts using the dowel rod to beat at her breast and sides.
"We go back a long way me and Tom. Tom does not like to hear his guest scream but I rather enjoy hearing them. After all who is going to hear. I don't think anyone's going to be interrupting us. We are a continent away and I have wards up around the property to keep muggles away and to alert me if any wizard or magical creature comes near." Bane says as plainly as if he was talking of the weather. Still beating her sides
"Want loose Miss Granger?" he ask.
"Yes..."
He unties her. She rolls over to the floor clutching herself. "You rotten perverted bastard. Son of Bitch." She mumbles under her breath. He smacks her three times on the back with the dowel rod. She roars and sobs in frustration.
"Can't stand up to pain very well can you?" It was not the pain part that was bothering her. Pain she could handle him touching her like he was and asking her to do it willingly, even if it was because of the pain, was bothering her tremendously. Although she was loose from the chair two ropes remand tied one on her right wrist and the other to her left ankle.
"Get up." he ordered garbing the rope from her right wrist. She did as he asked ignoring the pain in her feet. He let go of the rope and sat down in an arm chair.
"Turn around for me. I would like to get a look at you." She did so but as she did her hands had went up to her chest. He smacked her across her back and left upper arm with a swift hard swing of the dowel rod. She grimiest. "Keep your arms down at your side." She did so turning around again. He leans back in the chair. His dark brown eyes taking her in. Enjoying the fact that Hermione was shaking in pain and fear, humiliation.
"The pants get rid of them." She just stands there shaking her head.
"You can do it willingly or I can force you to do so." When she doesn't respond He grabs her up by the rope on her ankle and ushers her to the shower. Forcing her in on her knees. He opens the fly of his pants his wand still at the ready. Hermione begins breathing heavily. This is it. She thinks. Let's get it over with. He stands there losing his erection somewhat then starts to pissing on her. Hermione closes her eyes and mouth tightly. The warm liquid making her cuts burn as he pisses on her breast. Her lip burning as he pisses all over her face. The foul acidic smell of urine assaults her senses as it drips down her hair. This can't be happening! This isn't me I would NEVER just kneel and let someone PISS on me why don't I fight. But she knows why...she couldn't win. Not with him armed. It was not the time to fight and she wanted to live. She feels dirty and humiliated to her core as he finishes. He steps out of the tub and turns on the cold water. He waste no time garbing the rope on her wrist pulling her in to the shower of cold water. The shock breaking into her in waves as the cold water hits her face. He lets the water fall for several minutes until she starts to go numb from the cold. He turns off the cold water.
"Shall we go to the Second part?" he slowly starts to turn on the hot water knob, the shower not yet pulling hot water.
"No!" she yells. He stands there looking at her with his hand on the knob it started to get very hot for a moment as he asks.
"Going to be a good girl do as I say? Hmm?"
"Yh..Yes!" she sobs the water is turned off.
"Here take this towel dry off and take your pants off." he closes the closet that he got the towel out of to reveal the full length mirror. She was starting to get marked up with bleeding cuts and bruises. Her chest was red from the shower. Her feet cut, reddened, and ladled with sores. She painstakingly pulls her jeans off.
"Come here. Turn around for me again" she starts to do so.
"Watch the hands. Nice. " He sits down.
"As much as I am enjoying the nice view of those wet white panties of yours. They have got to go Miss Granger ." He says lazily flicking his wand. She takes them off covering her self as she stands there shaking. This can't be happening to me she thought as his eyes seemed to drink in her naked body.
"Have a seat. Miss Granger ." he issues his wand to the chair. She sits down her legs crossed. "Hmm...Accio dildo" he flicks his wand. Something white comes flying from another room. "They were a muggle couple I figured they have one."
"Here. Is the only wand you ever need in this house. Come take it." She reluctantly gets up and retrieves it from his hand. "Masturbate for me." Why am I doing this surly death is preferable to masturbating for this sick monster she thought but it wasn't she knew where there was life there was a chance. Besides he'd never let me die that easy. I've got to have a break from the pain Hermione spreads her legs rubbing the dildo on her pubis. The vibrator on the dildo goes off. "Even know how to use it. Enjoying our self." She turns a bright shade of red out of the humiliation of this.
"See. Things can be so much nicer for both of us if you cooperate." he smirks.
"I wont sell out my friends no matter what you do to me" Hermione says but continues rubbing the vibrator on her clitoris. She has never been so exposed....Ron asked her to this for him a few times but she was to self conscious to do it. Now she was entertaining this pervert too her shame.
"I told you. I'm not here for information on your friends. I would not waste my time on anything so droll. As good a friend as Tom is. I would not be reduced to such a role. I'm not his puppet, follower, or even agent. And I certainly will not be reduced to being his tool. But he is a friend and friends do help each other from time to time. Do they not, Miss Granger?" He sits there for a while watching her. "I assure you even if you slip up and tell me some security secrets about the Order or your friends I will not repeat it to Tom...Or Lord Voldemort as you know him."
"Oh, sure, cause your just sooo trustworthy and honorable." she says dripping with bitter sarcasm. He gets up and turns on the stereo. Watching her the whole time barely looking at what he puts on. He goes to stand over her. Some gothic vampires tune starts to play. Then slides his cock out the crotch in his trouser.
"So do you want it in your mouth, your cunt, or up the arse?" He goes and sits back down. She does not answer."I want an answer Miss Granger or would you like me to start where we left off with the shower?"
"No__ "she gasp lowering her head.
"Where?"
"My mouth." she stuttered.
"Crawl over here and suck me then. Leave the dildo on the chair" She put the dildo on the chair. She had not noticed she had been clutching it still. A part of her is relieved to no longer have it agitating her privates maybe the pressure will start to subside.
Slowly crawling over to him she begins to lick his prick and then slowly puts it in her mouth. Something in her mind begins to scream as his penis fills her mouth. He lets her suck for a while and then starts to talk again.
"Actually I am verry trustworthy and honorable in my own way. Do you know that in some circles I am revered almost as a God, no of course you don't. You should feel honored to have my attention there are dozens of witches, wizards even and muggles who would eagerly trade places with you even if it meant their death for the opportunity to take my cock in their mouth your really quite fortunate, Miss Granger."
God he is crazy he's out of his f'n gourd what the hell is going on here.
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