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Idol Hands	By : Clocktower Category: -Misc Anime > Crossovers Views: 2327 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Integra was certain the nude woman strapped to the table didn't have even the foggiest idea of what had become of Seras Victoria, but it would be fun to drip hot wax on her all the same. Hermione thought so, too, given the way she looked up at Integra with her big, pleading brown eyes.
"There are very few freaks left in the world who can beat the likes of Seras, we know that much," Integra said, letting a tiny drop of red wax splash into Hermione's chest, just below her throat. Her body tensed and she sucked in a breath. Integra let another drop fall, just below the first. Hermione was ready for it this time, she barely flinched as the wax cooled.
"I don't know anything about it, ma'am," said Hermione. "Please."
Please drag this out, make it hurt, make it me feel good.
"No? You didn't cast some sort of spell? Slip her some sort of potion? I knew letting you roam free was a mistake."
A big gob of wax had built up around the flame. Integra let it fall between Hermione's breasts. The witch gasped, winced as the wax burned her soft skin, the pain far out of sync with the minuscule amount of damage being done. All the torture books agreed that hot wax was more for fun than for confession, but Hermione didn't have to know that.
"Ma'am, Integra, that thing in the basement, it's doing something to us. I know it all seems right, I feel it too, but please, you have to..." hot wax fell on one of her nipples, forming a perfect red coating around it. Hermione closed her eyes, gritted her teeth to keep from crying out.
"Then again, you're not very magical without your wand," Integra said, ignoring the substance of Hermione's pleas while reveling in their quivering tone. "Perhaps Seras said something while she was rutting with you?"
Integra knew she hadn't, having watched most of said rutting, using it to whet her appetite for Seras later on. The vampire's enhanced stamina had to be good for something besides pulling double patrol shifts.
"She didn't. I swear, she didn't, no, please, no," her pleas ended in a high pitched squeal, caused by a massive gob of hot wax slowly poured over her stiff nipple, covering it and much of the areola.
"Well, if you didn't curse or poison her, and she didn't defect, she was either eaten by something or captured. Which brings us right back to square one."
She let a dollop of wax fall into Hermione's belly-button. The witch grunted as if punched in the stomach. "Shall I stop?" Integra said.
Hermione answered with her eyes, big, brown, pleading. Keep going.
Staring into the candle flame, watching the red wax pool, Integra wondered where her pet vampire could have gone. "How stupid of me," she said, drawing a line of wax down Hermione's navel, stopping just at the edge of her pubic hair. The little witch gasped and arched her back. "The burglar. If she bested Seras once, she could do it again."
She watched the rapid rise and fall of Hermione's bare chest. Beads of sweat covered her pale skin, making her shine in the candlelight. Integra set the candle down and stuck three of her fingers into Hermione's mouth. The witch sucked them eagerly, making them slick. Slowly Integra pulled back her hand, her fingertips leaving Hermione's mouth with a wet pop.
"What does this have to do with me?" said Hermione.
Integra cocked her eyebrow, slid her fingers into Hermione's pussy. "You're wet as a faucet. Are you enjoying this?"
"No! Let me go!" said Hermione as Integra's fingers went to work. They knew right where to press, where to rub. None of the words Hermione uttered was the one that would make Integra stop and set her free. Eventually, Hermione ceased her pleading, tried in vain to hide her pleasure as she squirmed on the table. Integra went slow, steady. Soon, Hermione was cracking like ice over a pond. Finally, one big split and the witch cried out. Deftly, Integra withdrew her fingers, grabbed the candle, and poured hot wax onto Hermione's cumming pussy. Her breath hitched in her throat, her back arched painfully. Hermione's eyes rolled into the back of her head just before she lost consciousness and went limp.
Integra lit a cigar and casually smoked until Hermione's eyes fluttered open several minutes later. "W-what happened. Where am I?"
Blowing a cloud of smoke over Hermione's damp sex, Integra let it all come back to her slowly. It was better to let it seep back in than to force it, she'd found.
"S-Sir Integra?"
"Ms. Granger. Any thoughts on where Seras might have gone?"
"Like you said, that burglar," said Hermione. "She knew what Seras was, knew how to attack. Seras was probably lured into a trap."
"The area was scrubbed before I could get anyone trustworthy on it," said Integra, melting the base of the candle with her cigar lighter, sticking it to the table between Hermione's legs at a slight angle so the wax would drip onto wet, pink flesh.
"Ooh," said Hermione.
"Let's hear some ideas on what our next move is," said Integra, eyeing the candle. She didn't want it tipping and actually burning the poor woman. "Better think quick."
"Hmm, right," said Hermione as the wax around the flame liquefied. "I mean, it's obvious what she came for, isn't it?"
Integra blew a cloud of smoke over the candle. The light flickered, the wax dripped, Hermione squeaked. "Yes, it is," said Integra. "Which means it's only a matter of time before she tries again."
"I can help with that," said Hermione, wiggling her hips as bits of hot wax ran down the side of the candle to cool against her skin.
"You'll be wanting your wand back, no doubt," said Integra.
"It's awfully hard to do any sort of real magic without it," said Hermione, eyeing a rather large ball of liquid red rolling down the side of the candle. It dried before making contact with her flesh, still wet and eager for more punishment.
"Oh, I'm sure," said Integra, gently breaking the wax that had hardened around Hermione's nipples, thinking about what it would take to ensure the witch's loyalty, or at least her obedience after she was reunited with her wand. "Speaking of real magic, you've given me an idea."
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It wasn't possible. Muggles couldn't work magic. That's why they were muggles. Unless... no, impossible.
Impossible or not, Hermione still found herself kneeling in the middle of a magical circle, the arcane lines engraved into the marble floor. She was naked save for a short, black skirt that did more to accentuate her nudity than cover it. She was startled when the lights went out, but she wasn't truly frightened until half a minute later when the sorcerous lines in the floor began to glow red, lighting the room as if it were an overfed furnace, or Hell. Someone entered the room behind Hermione. She didn't turn to look, knowing it was Integra, but the woman had her full attention the moment she came into view. She was completely nude save for her black eye-patch, her yellow hair falling like a curtain past her waist. In her left hand she held Hermione's wand.
"This is the room my family used to bind the vampire, Dracula, to our bloodline and make him into the vampire, Alucard. Exactly how that was accomplished is somewhat of a mystery to me, but I've learned enough for it work on the likes of you," Integra said, touching the tip the wand to Hermione's lips, parting them gently. "You want this back, don't you? You know what to do. That's it, take it in."
The wand passed into Hermione's mouth. She sucked it, imaging it to be made of flesh. She forced her eyes to stay open as the wand was withdraw, its wet tip brought to the bronze cleft between Integra's legs.
"Smooth, I like it," said Integra. "I might take this to bed with me from now on, whenever you're not in direct need of it. Would you like that?"
Integra slid the wand tip between her legs, pushed it into her. "No, this won't do," said Integra. "I want the other end. Wet it for me, won't you?"
Hermione dutifully cinched forward, opened her mouth and took the handle of her own wand into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it, tasting the salt from years of proper handling. Looking down the shaft of it she saw that despite her stated preference, Integra was enjoying the smooth vine wood rubbing against her clitoris.
She's fucking my wand. Did she somehow know about the taboos surrounding wands?
Hermione had to wonder how much Integra Hellsing truly knew about the wizarding world. She'd certainly seemed ignorant while watching Seras conduct her carnal interrogations, but something besides an instinct for base cruelty had to have tipped her off about how filthy this was. Witches and wizards used their wands for many things, but one thing muggle-borns soon learned from their peers was that you did not, you simply did not, use your wand, or anyone else's, for bedroom antics.
Hermione, like all muggle-borns, had thought this strange the first time she'd heard it. Not only because the notion of sex itself was strange, but that given all the weird things people did behind closed doors, why was sticking your wand, or someone else's, in your nether regions considered such a vile act among the magical community? It was such a taboo that not even witches and wizards famous for their deviant behavior and cruelty had ever been associated with it. Stranger still was how quickly muggle-borns who learned of this taboo adopted it.
"There, that'll do," said Integra, pulling the wand from Hermione's mouth and flipping it around. "Yes, much better."
The thick end of the wand was enveloped by Integra's pussy while the tip, slick with her juices, once again crossed Hermione's lips. She savored the flavor of the woman for as long as she could before tasting vine wood.
The red, glowing lines on the floor deepened in color as Integra's hand touched the top of her head, her fingers sinking into bushy hair. Hermione kept her eyes open, watching her wand grind against Integra's clitoris, driving her steadily towards an orgasm.
She's going to cum. She's going to cum with my wand.
Integra let out a whimper, her grip tightened over Hermione's scalp. She nearly choked when her mouth suddenly filled with semen, produced from the tip of her wand. Without thinking, she swallowed, kept swallowing as more came out in hard spurts. She was guzzling it when Integra pulled it out, dropping hot gobs of semen onto her face. In an instant it was all gone. An illusion, a hallucination. The taste, the smell, faded away.
"That was interesting," said Integra. "Your turn."
Watching her wand be besmirched had been bad enough, having it in her mouth had been deliciously intolerable. She got on her hands and knees, not wanting to watch what happened next.
"Tut, tut, turn around," said Integra, slapping Hermione's buttocks with the wand. Hermione did as she was told, cringed as the tip of her wand parted the lips of her pussy. Thin, hard, strangely cold, she felt ever centimeter of it sliding into a place it was never supposed to be.
"No good? Let's try the thicker end first," said Integra, slipping the wand out, bringing the butt up to Hermione's swollen sex and twisting it, teasing it in. Hermione, her face bloodred in the light, pushed herself up on her elbows to watch her wand be slid into her pussy by another woman.
"Do you like it?" Integra said.
Hermione let her mouth hang open, hypnotized by the desecration of her wand and body, at how good it felt. She met Integra's gaze, felt seen, felt her degradation witnessed. She came softly, the orgasm of her life having only happened mere hours before. While soft, it was noticeable; Integra pulled the wand out and licked it. "Now, the way you were before," she said.
Hermione got on her hands and knees, not sure how much her pussy could take in one night. She shrieked when she felt the tip of her wand touch her anus, moaned in disgust as it penetrated her.
"You don't like that? I can stop if you like. Shall I?"
"N-no," said Hermione. "K-keep going."
Cold as her wand was, her body responded by heating up. The warmth spread from the depths of the wands thrusting throughout her entire body. Between that and the light, she felt like she was roasting in an oven.
She moaned again when Integra's fingers slid into her pussy, working in tandem with the wand to send waves of ecstasy and loathing all through Hermione's body. She came harder than expected, Integra never let her forget the wand, working it like a gentle pump as Hermione breathed it out with her face pressed against the hard stone floor.
When Hermione had cummed her last, Integra stood up, leaving Hermione on the floor with her wand still inside. "Draw your wand and kneel," said Integra.
"Yes, yes, ma'am," said Hermione, pulling her wand out of her... she could barely think about it, but forced herself to. On her knees, before Integra, she looked up at her master.
"Hold your wand between your hands like this," said Integra. Hermione obeyed, holding up her sullied wand before her eyes. "Now, snap it in two."
Hermione's lips quivered, her eyes watered. She held her wand tight, twisted her wrists. The wand bent, she heard the wood fibers groan. Another centimeter and... Integra seized her hands, stopping the wand from breaking. The room went dark. Integra clapped her hands twice and the light from the fixture above turned on, bathing them its soft, yellow glow. Hermione held her wand in one hand, staring at it, unable to believe what she'd done to it.
"Now, so long as I can trust you with that thing, we can get to work," said Integra.
Hermione got up from the hard floor and followed Integra out of the room, walking several paces behind with a slight stoop in her shoulders. It was because she was tired, she thought to herself. She flicked her wand discretely, casting a nonverbal spell that made the filth on it vanish. She cast the spell several times in the hall, still the wand didn't seem clean.
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