Hermione let out a strangled moan. It was true, her panties were absolutely soaked. After their "training’ after everything they had done to her, she couldn’t go back to soft touches, to the light - neither could they. She was strong - if she wanted to, she could easily get them to stop. They gave her that. But she didn’t want them to stop. It was them, the two she trusted more than anything. She let them hurt her, use her like they did those years ago - she wanted them to.