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47. Antonin/Hermione

The doorbell rang as Antonin sat before the fire in his study. He was still getting used to the new mansion he'd been gifted at the fall of the Order and Ministry to the Dark Lord last year. He'd been rewarded hansomly for his loyalty, and was still being rewarded for such. Like tonight, for instance, the Dark Lord himself wasn't bringing what he called his "most generous" reward.

Antonin jumped to his feet as his house elf led the visitor into the study. The Dark Lord was still an intimidating sight, even as a member of his Council. He smiled his cold smile at Antonin and motioned him to return to his seat, which he did slowly.

"Good Evening, Antonin." Voldemort said quietly. "I hope I find you well?"

"Very well, My Lord. And yourself?" Antonin kept his voice level as he spoke. He was well practiced at keeping the tremor from his voice. Voldemort nodded, steeping his fingers together as he slowly walked forward.

"I am quite well. It pleases me greatly to bring the gifts I've been training so long to my most loyal of followers. I had just visited with the Malfoy's prior to my arrival here and Draco seemed quite pleased with his gift. I believe you will be satisfied as well." Antonin sat up a little straighter as the Dark Lord turned back towards the door. "Elf! Bring in the gift for your master."

Confused, Antonin turned to stare at the door. His elf came scurrying in holding a length of satin cord, attached to....Antonin's eyes went wide. Attached to the other end of the satin cord was a girl, roughly 18 or 19, bound at her wrists. Her body was draped in deep purple satin, her auburn hair in an intricate bun atop her head, some of her curls down framing her face. The satin of the dress was slit in various places from floor to hip, revealing her long legs every step she took. Her breasts threatened to pop from the bustier with every movement she made. Her face was beautiful, but her expression was blank. Antonin raised from his chair again, staring dumbfounded.

"My Lord?" He said questioniningly as his elf stopped at his feet and passed the silk cord to him. Voldemort smiles coldly, admiring the girl himself.

"You May or may not remember Miss Granger. Normally, I'd have just killed her off with the rest of the mudbloods, but her exquisite body made her very much suitable for duties as servant to my most loyal of followers. So she has been conditioned with my precious pet and a select few others to be given to the men of my circle. She is yours to do as you wish with. And she will now disrobe and allow you to inspect and consummate your gift. I do so enjoy the consumption, as it prepares me for when I return home to my own Pet." Voldemort flicked his wand at the cording on Hermione's wrists and they became free from on another, but still attached to the cord that Antonin held in his hand. He watched hungrily as she obediently unfastened the front of her bustier and all of the fabric fell to the floor, leaving her naked before him. Her eyes were still blank as she raised her hands over her head, pushing her breasts out and allowing him to view her fully.
He wasted no time. Antonin stepped forward, ignoring the cringe she attempted from him and placed his nose to the soft place in her neck, inhaling deeply. His face still next to her skin, he smiled wickedly.

"It has been so long since I've smelled skin this sweet. Now I'll see if you taste as sweet as you smell, Pet of mine," he turned quickly from her and pulled his wand out. Flicking it at his armchair, it zoomed back from the fire, leaving just the open expanse of rug. With a jerk, he yanked the naked Hermione forward and down to the floor. Glaring at her laying half on her side, he flicked the cord to the side.

"On your back like the proper whore you are," he spat. She complied, though her eyes had started to redden and her cheeks were flushed, she rolled and lay on her back. Antonin dropped to his knees on the rug, keenly aware the Dark Lord was watching him as he came to his prize. Her sex was cleanly shaven, and when his large palms shoved her knees apart fully, he could see the glisten of wetness starting there. He grinned wickedly as he looked up at her. Hermione had her eyes trained on the ceiling.

"Anxious for me already, Pet?" He gave a sharp slap to her inner thigh, causing her to look down at him in shock. "You will watch me taste you, Pet. Just as you will then watch me fuck you until I deem I'm finished." Hermione's eyes widened in horror, but she obeyed. Antonin smiled to himself as he lowered to his elbows between her shaking thighs. With his eyes locked on those of his new pet, he extended his tongue into her waiting sex. One taste made him frantic. He moaned in his throat at her sweetness and increased his speed, wanting more, knowing if she came he'd have more.

Hermione felt so ashamed. She knew she had to do what she was told. She'd seen what happened if she didn't. But as she watched Dolohov's tongue come out and move towards her sex, she felt the tears burn her eyes. And when he made contact? Then moaned and went harder? The tears fell in earnest as her body betrayed her. Voldemort had taken his turn to "prepare" her and Cho before leaving for the Malfoy's. She'd had to watch as Draco fucked Cho over and over, and then watch again as Lucius did the same. So her being wet wasn't her fault, but she had no control. Now her body was shaking and she was biting back the moans in her throat, feeling the orgasm coming that she wanted so badly to stop. But when she felt his large finger probe then enter her sex, she couldn't bite back any more and let out a loud moan as his finger started to roughly fuck her pussy. Her orgasm came quickly then, and when it did his finger was quickly replaced by his tongue lapping up her juices.

Once Antonin had his fill of her taste, he jumped up quickly, disrobed, and was back between her thighs, cock at the ready. Hermione's tear streaked face watched as he entered her, then pounded mercilessly. Her moans turned into screams of pleasure as he continued, the Dark Lord watching as he enjoyed his prize. He released deep inside her, and left her to lay, used, on the rug as he stood and dressed again. Turning to the Dark Lord, Antonin grinned.

"Your gift is indeed most generous, My Lord. I shall enjoy this for a long time to come." The Dark Lord modded, satisfied.

"Be warned, Antonin, if you do not care for your pet, she will become useless after a while. Bathe her, feed her. And she will serve you well." And with that, the Dark Lord swept from the room to go tend to his own pet.