Breaking Sirius

Author’s notes: This is in response to the challenge I have posted under challenges (imagine that!) Go take a look at it and write your own story please. Also, Sirius is not mine *sniff* and I don\'t pretend to be making any money off of Rowling\'s characters (though I wish I could!)

She walked lazily through the halls, trying to decide which one to use tonight. Should it be the young stud, or perhaps the petite little blonde on loan from a friend? Both were growing tiresome, and the rest weren’t much better.

What was needed, she decided, was a new slave or two. Slaves who would peak her interest. Smiling, she owled a friend, asking when the next auction was.


As luck would have it, there was one tomorrow at an acquaintance’s house. She had been invited, but apparently forgot or never received the invitation. Smiling, she sent a note saying that she would be there.

Now that that was settled, her only problem was who to play with tonight. Smiling and already wet with anticipation, she decided on two of her most virile young men.


The auction had drawn quite a crowd already, by the time she arrived. Winding her way through the mass of people, she found the person she had been looking for. Tiberius Flint, the host of the party, had become well known throughout the sexual underground world for his slave-trading expertise. Giving him a smile and a hug, she traded greetings with him before getting down to the matter at hand.

“Think I can get a peek at them?” she asked, knowing his answer.

Tiberius laughed and put his arm around her. Steering her towards a door set with guards, he replied, “Of course, anything for my little dominista. You’re going to be hard pressed to pick one fom this lot, they are all exquisite.”

Stepping into a large, cold room, she smiled as she examined the slaves. Each one was in his or her own cage, dressed in a bare-minimum of clothing, and keeping their eyes downcast in front of a mistress.

Something caught her eye, however. One was standing, arms crossed over his chest, and gazing furiously at her. Stopping in front of his cage, she inspected him, a smile quirking her lips. “What of this one, Tiberius?” The slave was well muscled and handsome, his black hair and silver eyes made him quite striking.

The host stopped and gave a disapproving cluck. “Don’t bother with him, he’s not your type. Completely untamed and hostile toward anyone who gives him an order. We had to stupefy him just to get him into the cage.”

Her lips quirked up even more, her interest in the slave making her forget herself. “Really? Sounds fun. It’s been some time since I have broken in a slave. How much are you starting the bidding at?”

Tiberius sighed, seeing that her interest wouldn’t be swayed. “Two thousand Galleons, but I will sell him directly to you for four thousand.”

She considered the slave for a moment, watching his eyes grow dark with anger at her obvious interest. He would definitely be something new, rebelliousness and fiery nature in him were not something she came across every day. Deciding he would be worth it, she smiled. “Done. I’ll pick him up after the show, if that’s alright.” Her host nodded wearily and she kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry, he’ll soon be putty in my hands. I’ve always liked to make strong men beg.”

The slave suddenly lunged at the bars, erupting at this last comment. “I beg no one! You will be worshipping me, you stupid slut!”

She stepped back, lust building in her eyes. “Oh yes, this one will be fun. Now, shall we join your guests? I’m eager to get him a playmate at the auction.”

Tiberius sent a shock into the unruly slave before joining the party once more.

The bidding was going well and the slaves were almost gone before she saw another one that piqued her interest. He was not as tall as the one already purchased, but he had more muscle and a nicely sized package. The sandy red hair and freckles on his face gave him an almost boyish appearance, which she found somewhat cute. She heard the announcer say that he didn’t have much experience and had only been with women, so far.

Narrowing her eyes, she calculated the current bid and what she should jump it up to. “Twenty-five hundred Galleons,” she exclaimed.

Someone else yelled out, “Three thousand!”

The boy on stage began to turn an amusing shade of red and she couldn’t help but want him. “Thirty-five hundred!” Everyone else stayed silent and the auctioneer pounded his gravel, proclaiming her as the new owner of Slave no. 36.

She smiled to herself as she went to pay for her two new purchases and waited for them to be brought to her. A diminutive man, whom she recognized as one of Tiberius’s, came up and whispered for her to follow him and she complied.

She followed him into a room and laughed at the scene that met her eyes. The black-haired slave was currently choking all of the air out of one of the larger guards and had all of the rest staying back by swinging a large porcelain fish at them if they strayed to near. Stepping forward, she motioned the guards out of the way and met the willful gaze of her new toy with an air of amusement.

“If you’re finished playing around, it’s time to go. Put the nice man down and follow me.” She turned to leave, but froze when she heard his answer.

“No,” he spat.

Looking over her shoulder at him, she sighed. “Fine, I didn’t want to have to do this, but it looks like you won’t comply to my wishes any other way. Compleo obsequium!”

He convulsed momentarily, the effects of the spell taking hold, before whipping his head up. “What did you do?!”

She gave him an indulging smile and responded, “You have to ask me nicely if you want an answer, not that I’ll give you one every time you ask me a question. Now, put the man down, apologize, and follow me.” The man, astonished, did each of the commands as she said them.

Walking down the hall, he began loudly questioning his whereabouts and why he was doing everything she told him to. She stopped and glared at him. “You know what? Shut up until we get home. Stop questioning my motives and do what I tell you to do without hesitation. If you don’t, I will make sure that your very existence becomes a living hell, do you understand?”

He nodded and she continued walking. Coming up to her other new slave, she smiled. “Alright, slave, let’s go.”

The young slave murmured, “Yes mistress,” and they flooed back to her house.


Author’s notes: Next chapter coming out soon, including some kinky stuff. Review and tell me what you think so far!