The Night Can Get Darker Still
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Summary: The Light failed. (Sexual) Slavery ensues.
Warnings:Violence to the weird and dark degree. BDSM is surely to appear in one way or another. This is basically gonna be a pretty dark fic. You have been warned. Or.... it could just be child's play to you! I don't specialise in dark fics... So yeah.
CHAPTER 1: Caught & Collared
Lucius entered the room, leash in hand. Narcissa barely kept her joy of his surprisingly thoughtful gift hidden. He beamed in delight as he just caught the gleam of devious glee in his wife's eyes. As much as he had tried in their fairly long marriage, he had been unable to fulfil all her expectations. At times like these, he savoured the idea of being the perfect husband. It was bad enough his fellow Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort had occupied their mansion for the duration of the war. Now that the war was over, no more than a week ago, their abode was free from the dank, horrible stenches of unwashed flesh and careless hygiene.
He had brought her a present, in hopes for forgiveness for being unable to better organise his duties. Lucius Malfoy held the leash of which the other end was connected to the collar attached to the slim neck of one very furious and reluctant Hermione Granger. Forced on her hands and knees she pulled at her leash, not wanting to go in through the door and be further humiliated in front of another being. She was only thankful that Draco was not in the room. She wondered if Harry and Ron were alright, and all of their friends.
What of the Weasleys? No doubt being tortured at this very moment. Then there was definitely no doubt that Harry was dead or the personal slave or Cruciatus toy for Voldemort and his Death Eaters. She clenched her eyes shut from that thought. She couldn't bear to think about it anymore than she could acknowledge her current fate. Of all people, the Malfoys. Thankful to never personally meet Voldemort, but none the less, the Malfoys were no better. Purebloods who fucked each other, well, just how more fucked up could Hermione's situation be?
She suddenly realised that Lucius had given up tugging and levitated her to Narcissa's feet. Hermione glared up at the lithe, blonde woman of an unknown age. It amazed Hermione to wonder at Narcissa's age, hardly discernable from a glance, unless Lucius had married a much younger woman. Hermione didn't doubt the possible, but didn't think it likely.
'You are my wife's new pet. Be good and she might let you sleep at night,' stated Lucius, though didn't bother to look at her.
He gave her a kick for good measure, bruising her already battered body further.
'Go to hell, Malfoy!' she hissed angrily at him, spitting with good aim.
Lucius furiously backhanded her and then demanded for a house elf to prepare a bath for him immediately. All the while, Narcissa mused about her new pet. She watched her husband stalk out of the room, and then she turned to her pet and grasped Hermione's face with both hands, gripping tightly.
'You will learn to control your temper if you ever expect to live here; otherwise I will send you out to sleep with the hounds,' murmured Narcissa, staring deep into Hermione's eyes, almost like a hawk with its prey.
For some reason Hermione felt a shiver run down her back, unable to summon the courage to make a repeat performance. Lucius might be a man of great physical strength and surely cruel streak, but Narcissa's calm tone seemed to promise things worse than Lucius could ever imagine. Narcissa seemed to make a noise of happiness and let go of Hermione's face.
The sensation rushed back and then Hermione realised that Narcissa had left a few nail marks on her cheeks as she let go. The pain was briefly gentle then stung as Narcissa rubbed her fresh wounds with some salt that she had accioed. Hermione cried out in pain and attempted to crawl away. Instead Narcissa pushed her down and kept her weight on Hermione's middle. She licked up some salt, held Hermione's arms down and licked Hermione's cheeks.
Hermione yelled and tried to kick Narcissa off, the burning in her cheeks were fiery and she couldn't control the tears flowing down her face, causing even more reason to cry out. Eventually her thrashing legs were the only thing to dislodge Narcissa, her painful cries subsided into pathetic whimpering as she scrambled away from the amused Narcissa.
'Did you not enjoy that? I rather did, Pet. Mm, I think I enjoyed it a bit too much,' Narcissa murmured, reaching down to rub the front of her robes.
Hermione's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe it. Narcissa was definitely one sadistic bitch. She clenched her eyes shut. Narcissa made her regret it, casting a well aimed crucio in Hermione's direction, 'You will keep your eyes open, Pet! Now!'
Hermione sobbed as she writhed in agony, forcing her eyes open to the horror that was her present. Narcissa sauntered over to the crouching and cowering Muggleborn. Hermione tried to lash out, shoving her hands forward, madly hoping to topple her captor and make a break for the door. It was hopeless. Narcissa caught her hands with deceptive strength. Just how deceptive Hermione didn't realise until Narcissa started squeezing.
'I know more than just how to hold down a body,' whispered Narcissa, nipping Hermione's earlobe as she yanked the younger woman to her knees.
Narcissa's grip tightened further and Hermione winced, again trying to escape but realising it hurt more to struggle. She stopped her struggling but continued to glare at the blonde woman with great fear. Narcissa indulged in a little smirk, 'What's the matter little one? Surely you'd prefer to spend the rest of your life pleasuring me than say…. Pleasuring a monster like Greyback.'
Hermione shuddered at the mention of the werewolf who had immediately raped Lupin in front of everyone who was still alive and taken prisoner in their initial holding room. Hermione and the others would have raced to his rescue, if only they had not be chained and shackled to the cells of Azkaban. The memory of the awful stench of Greyback's urine covering the gasping and delirious Lupin assaulted her nostrils even now. Delirious because he'd thought he'd seen Sirius, alive again, watching disgustedly, and gasping because Greyback soon after forced his cock into Lupin's mouth, near choking him.
She clenched her eyes again in an attempt to block out the memories. It only made it worse; the images came more clearly with the darkness of her mind. She felt her body shaking in pain again. Narcissa must have cast the Cruciatus Curse again. She regained her senses, especially her sense of hearing, and felt her throat screaming hoarse. Narcissa finally dropped her hand. Hermione felt like throwing up, realising that Narcissa didn't even need to use her wand to torture her.
'I will not have you go away into other places. When you are with me, you are with me, Pet. If you don't understand this, I will MAKE you understand,' Narcissa left the barely conscious Hermione magically tied to her playroom bed post, walking out of the room.
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