We can make a week seem like a month." She laughed, honestly this time, not as a cruel joke. "How well do you think you would survive in captivity?"I ...ouldn't believe I was having a casual conversation with a woman who had been torturing my balls just a few minutes earlier. I shook the chains. "Well, I am in captivity aren't I?" Yes, I suppose so. But those cells," she nodded over her shoulder, "are about eight feet by four feet. Bare concrete. The punters call them coffins. They have no. I was gonna spend some real quality time with that ass as it turned red over my lap."No. No! Mother!"She was kicking and scratching, squealing and screaming, but she was going nowhere. Somebody shut the door to my bedroom. I wondered if it was Cindy Lou or Rhonda.I plopped down in my straight chair, yanking her over my lap as I did. I didn't need anything to bind her hands except mine. At six four and two forty compared to her five two and one fifteen, I had a decided physical advantage."No,. It was hard to get used to the sounds of someone banging away with a hammer or a saw at half past five in the morning. Especially Mona suffered since she was the one who had to sleep during the ordeal. Soon she began to take sleeping-pills to block out everything so she could get some sleep. And being a doctor herself she could freely experiment with the drugs till she found one that literally knocked her out.That it really worked I could see a couple of days later when there was a loud crash. She then turned to two other death eaters “you two go get the Weasly boy. Now while we ate waiting for them to get back I am going to suck you off and you are going to shoot a load of cum down my throat weather you want to or not.” The fact that Hermione is unable to move doesn’t give her much of a choice. Bellatrix went to work on Hermione’s cock and she was doing a good job but Hermione was trying her hardest not to let Bellatrix bring her to an orgasm but she was fighting a losing battle.