Day 13 - NonCon

Day 13 - NonCon

***Warning: Torture/Non-consensual sex***

The look in the Death Eater's eyes was wild, predatory, and full of a kind of sadistic pleasure that sent a shiver down Hermione's spine.This was the Bellatrix from her worst nightmares, the witch who had tortured her, carved into her skin.

"You look afraid, Mudblood," Bellatrix sneered, her voice dripping with malice as she stepped closer, her wand twirling lazily in her hand. "Good. You should be."

Hermione's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as she forced herself to stay still. The older witch stopped in front of her, her dark eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. She reached out, her fingers cold as they traced the line of the Gryffindor's jaw, her touch almost tender despite the darkness in her expression.

"Do you remember this, Mudblood?" Bellatrix purred, her voice low as her fingers moved to the sleeve of Hermione's blouse, tugging it down to reveal the faded scar that still marked her arm. "Do you remember the pain?"

Hermione swallowed hard, her throat dry as her eyes flickered to the scar—Mudblood, still etched into her skin after all these years. She nodded, her voice catching in her throat. "Yes."

"Good," Bellatrix whispered, her voice a dangerous hiss as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Hermione's ear. "Because I'm going to make you feel it again."

Hermione shivered at the words, her pulse quickening as the Death Eater stepped back, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. Her wand flicked upward, the tip of it pressing lightly against Hermione's chest as she forced her back against the cold stone wall.

"You begged me for mercy last time, didn't you?" Bellatrix taunted, her voice deceptively soft. "You cried and screamed and begged me to stop." Her eyes darkened, the memory of that day seemed to delight her. She bit her lip briefly savoring it. "But this time, Mudblood... there's no mercy."

Hermione's breath rattled in as Bellatrix's wand dug into her sternum. She could feel the pressure of it, the sharp point threatening to break her if she moved even an inch. The rough stone wall behind her was cold, grounding her in this terrifying reality as the wild, dark gleam in Bellatrix's eyes made her heart race faster.

"Tell me, Mudblood," the dark witch cooed, "what do you want from me?"

Hermione's lips trembled, her voice refusing to come out as the tension in the air thickened. She hated that word. Mudblood. It still made her skin crawl, still made her feel small and vulnerable, no matter how much she had grown since the war. But now, trapped under the dark witch's gaze, she was brought right back to that moment—helpless, desperate, and at the mercy of this cruel, beautiful woman.

"Please," Hermione finally whispered, her voice trembling with fear she couldn't suppress. "Don't hurt me."

The Death Eater's lips curled into a smile, a cold and twisted smile that sent another shiver down Hermione's spine. She stepped closer, her body pressing against Hermione's as her wand slid up from her chest to trace the curve of her neck. "Oh, I'm going to hurt you, little Mudblood," Bellatrix purred, her voice dark and rich with promise. "You'll beg for it to stop, but it won't. Not until I've had my fun."

Hermione's heart pounded in her chest, the fear and anticipation swirling inside her like a storm. She could feel her pulse racing under her skin, her entire body trembling as Bellatrix's wand hovered just under her chin. She tried to move, but Bellatrix's free hand shot out, grabbing her by the throat, her grip tight enough to make Hermione gasp, but not enough to choke her. Not yet.

"You think you can run from me?" Bellatrix hissed, her eyes narrowing as her fingers tightened ever so slightly around Hermione's neck. "You think you can escape?"

Hermione whimpered, her hands instinctively reaching up to grab at Bellatrix's wrist, her fingers shaking as she tried to pry her hand away. But the older witch's grip was firm, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as she watched Hermione struggle beneath her.

"Please," Hermione gasped, her voice barely audible as she tried to pull air into her lungs. "Please, Bellatrix—"

"Shhh," Bellatrix cooed, leaning in until her lips were just inches from Hermione's. "No more begging, Mudblood. I want to hear you scream."

With a flick of her wrist, Bellatrix's wand shot out ropes that wrapped tightly around Hermione's wrists, binding her arms above her head. Hermione gasped as the ropes pulled her up, her body arching against the stone wall as she was left exposed, vulnerable, completely at Bellatrix's mercy.

Bellatrix's fingers released her throat, but before Hermione could catch her breath, the older witch's hand came down hard across her cheek, the sharp slap echoing through the room. Hermione's head snapped to the side, her breath catching in her throat as the sting of the blow spread across her skin.

"Do you feel that, Mudblood?" Bellatrix sneered, her voice filled with cruel amusement as she grabbed a fistful of Hermione's hair, yanking her head back so their eyes met again. "Do you feel how powerless you are?"

Hermione whimpered, her body trembling under the older witch's touch. She could feel the heat of the other woman's body pressing against hers, the warmth of her breath against her skin, and it made her feel dizzy, weak. But the pain, the sharp sting on her cheek, reminded her of just how dangerous Bellatrix was.

"I'm going to break you," Bellatrix whispered, her voice low and intimate as her fingers traced the curve of Hermione's jaw. "Just like I did before."

Hermione's heart raced, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled against the ropes that bound her wrists. But it was no use. She was completely at Bellatrix's mercy, trapped in this moment, just as she had been all those years ago.

"You're going to scream for me," Bellatrix continued, her lips brushing lightly against Hermione's ear. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

Without warning, Bellatrix's wand moved to Hermione's arm, the same spot where the word Mudblood had been carved into her skin. The memory of that day came flooding back, the pain, the helplessness, and Hermione's body tensed as she realized what was coming next.

"Crucio."

The curse hit Hermione like a bolt of lightning, sharp and blinding in its intensity. Her body convulsed against the wall, her back arching as the pain tore through her, ripping a scream from her throat that echoed through the room. It was overwhelming, unbearable, and she gasped for air, her vision blurring as tears welled in her eyes.

Bellatrix's laughter filled the room, soft and mocking as she watched Hermione writhe under the curse. She kept it going for several agonizing seconds before finally lifting it, leaving Hermione's body trembling and weak, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"You're so weak," Bellatrix whispered, her voice dripping with cruelty as she stepped closer, her fingers tracing the line of Hermione's scarred arm. "So easy to break."

Hermione's head hung forward, her body shaking as she tried to catch her breath, her muscles still twitching from the aftershocks of the curse. She whimpered softly, her wrists straining against the ropes as she shifted in place, but the tight bindings held her firmly in place.

The dark witch's hand slid under Hermione's chin, tilting her head up until their eyes met again. "Do you remember this?" she purred, her voice a dangerous whisper. "Do you remember how helpless you were? How much you begged me to stop?"

Hermione's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling as she stared into Bellatrix's dark eyes, which were filled with glee and something else—something that made her heart race even faster.

"Beg me now," Bellatrix whispered, her lips brushing lightly against Hermione's as she leaned in closer. "Beg me for mercy before I make you scream."

The younger witch clenched her jaw and forced herself to meet the Death Eater's gaze. Her body trembled under the weight of the older witch's dark eyes, but she refused to give in.

"I won't beg," Hermione whispered, her voice trembling but defiant. "Not for you."

Bellatrix's smile faltered for a brief moment, her eyes narrowing in displeasure. But then, just as quickly, her lips curled into a wicked grin, her expression one of cruel amusement. "Oh, you're going to regret that, Mudblood."

With a flick of her wand, Bellatrix muttered an incantation, and Hermione's clothes vanished, leaving her completely exposed, her skin prickling from the sudden rush of cool air. Hermione gasped, her body instinctively jerking against the ropes again, but there was no chance at escape. She was completely vulnerable now, bound for the the dark witch's pleasure.

Bellatrix's eyes roved over Hermione's bare body, a predatory gleam in her gaze as she stepped closer, her fingers trailing down Hermione's chest. "You think you're so brave, don't you?" Bellatrix sneered, her voice dripping with malice as her hand moved lower, her fingers teasing the sensitive skin between Hermione's legs. "But you're just a little Mudblood, and I'm going to make you scream."

The Death Eater's fingers pressed against the Gryffindor's slick folds. Hermione tried to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape her lips, but the sensation of Bellatrix's fingers pushing inside her was painful and overwhelming. It was fast, hard, and unforgiving.

"Still won't beg?" Bellatrix hissed, her fingers thrusting deeper, harder, with an almost brutal rhythm. "Let's see how long that lasts."

Hermione clenched her jaw, refusing to give Bellatrix the satisfaction of hearing her whimper, but the older witch wasn't done. Bellatrix's wand moved to Hermione's clit, pressing against the sensitive nub as she whispered another spell under her breath.

A sharp, stinging sensation shot through Hermione's body, the hex sending a jolt of pain directly to the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex. Hermione gasped, her body jerking violently as the sting spread, sharp and biting. But before she could recover, Bellatrix cast the hex again, the wand pressed even harder against her clit, the pain doubling in intensity.

Hermione cried out, her body convulsing as Bellatrix continued to cast the stinging hex over and over again, each wave of pain crashing over her in rapid succession. The combination of Bellatrix's fingers moving inside her, rough and fast, and the sharp sting of the hex on her clit was unbearable. Her body trembled violently, her muscles straining against the ropes, but still, she refused to beg.

"Still fighting?" Bellatrix growled, her voice filled with dark delight as she watched Hermione struggle beneath her. "You're so stubborn. But I'll break you. I always do."

The wand pressed harder against Hermione's clit, the hex becoming more intense with each repetition, sending shockwaves of pain through her body. The bundle of nerves was raw, overly sensitive. But still, she refused to give in. She wouldn't give Bellatrix the satisfaction of hearing her beg.

Bellatrix's fingers thrust deeper, curling inside Hermione with a brutal rhythm that made her legs tremble, not that it mattered with her hands bound above her head. The pain from the hex and the overwhelming pleasure of Bellatrix's rough touch blurred together, creating a storm of sensation that made it impossible for Hermione to think. She could feel herself losing control, her body betraying her as the pressure built inside her, coiling tighter and tighter.

"You think you can resist me?" Bellatrix whispered, her breath hot against Hermione's ear as her fingers worked Hermione's body mercilessly. "You're mine, Mudblood. And I'm going to make you come whether you want to or not."

The girl could feel herself teetering on the edge, the pleasure and pain blending together in a way that was too much to bear. The dark witch's fingers moved faster, her wand still pressed to Hermione's clit, casting the stinging hex over and over again. Hermione's mind, in order to save her sanity, had begun to confuse the pain with pleasure. It was a slow thing, at first more pain than pleasure but the longer it went on, the more she began to anticipate the way the small bundle of nerves pulsed with each hex.

It wasn't long before the Gryffindor's body gave in, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that left her gasping for air. Her muscles clenched tightly around Bellatrix's fingers, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure and pain crashed over her.

But Bellatrix didn't stop. Her fingers continued their relentless rhythm, her wand still sending sharp jolts of pain to Hermione's clit, drawing out every last tremor of her orgasm until Hermione was left trembling, her body limp and spent.

"You're mine," Bellatrix whispered, her voice soft but filled with dark satisfaction as she leaned in, pressing a kiss to Hermione's trembling lips. "Just wait Mudblood, we're going to have so much fun."