Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 11,786
Chapter 11 Edit Date: 12/4/2008
Clean up editing: 06/05/2009
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roxie – oh, I fully intend to finish this story. It gets darker before it gets better for Hermione (Snape gets involved at some point, just an FYI, and he's not a fluffy kind of guy). What does that mean? More smut, both consensual and non-con. Yes, Kreacher gets his in the end.
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WestleyY7 – I never heard of somnophilia before. Now I know what it's called! Ah, a lovely way to wake up, isn't it? I think a lot of us have these fantasies and it's nice to know you aren't alone with them! Fantasies, at least you don't have to deal with them in real life. However, some of this I don't fantasize about (such as the doo-doo stuff) but I added it in because someone asked for it or I thought it would be a nasty thing to do. And, no, chapter 10 didn't have a ton of smut in it, while this is a pretty smutty story, I do want to add a teensy bit of romance and emotional issues to it as well. However, I made sure to add some smut to this chapter for ya!
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Soniab – We're up to chapter 11 and far from the middle of the story. I'm guessing 30 or more chapters. Thanks for your review! I'm glad you like the story thus far, I know it's one for people with specific (non-fluffy) tastes. The story will get pretty dark at times, you haven't seen nothing yet. I hope this chapter exceeds your expectations.
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Chapter 11 – Imbroglio Between Masters

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Story Date: November 14, 1995

Kreacher stared at his Master with mutinous eyes. His Master was telling him – him! - how to treat his sex slave! Kreacher didn't care if Master was his Master; the girl was his to do with as he pleased. He was outraged!

“Kreacher, you heard me, I don't want you spanking her anymore. And I've told you about those nipple clips a few times, I don't want you using them on her. I've thought long and hard on this, ever since her birthday last month. She's become very agreeable with us and doesn't fight us so she doesn't merit spankings or any other forms of abuse. I don't want her punished anymore. If she is to be punished, I will do it, not you.”

Sirius was sitting in his room, discussing with Kreacher the changes he had decided he wanted for Hermione. He really did want to stop hurting her and forcing her to do things she didn't want to do. Her birthday had been the turning point for him; she had been fun to be with and he had enjoyed himself immensely. He thought she enjoyed her time with him as well, and he wanted to give her more days like that. Seeing her responses to her gifts in that twelve hour period had given him more enjoyment than all the time he had spent with her before that day when he had been focusing on sexual gratification, and only HIS gratification, without truly looking at the situation from her perspective; now that he had thought about it, the whole circumstance sickened him. He realized the fear he had caused her, the pain, the anguish; and he now wanted to make amends of sorts. He had already thrown his magazines and books away three times; but Kreacher repeatedly dug them out of the garbage and brought them back, showing him the pictures and trying to tell him what the Mudblood wanted. Sirius finally burned them in the fireplace while Kreacher sat in a rage, watching.

“But, Master, listen to reason. Once you go soft on her, the filthy Mudblood will begin to rebel. You wait and see. You'll be sorry if you stop punishing her!”

Kreacher still couldn't believe his ears. Master insisted she be treated like a princess. All because of that one day last month when he took her out on her birthday. Since then, he had insisted she be taken out each day but now, now he wanted her to be dressed in clothes, not in her lovely, revealing, frilly nighties; he no longer wanted her to be forced into sex with the two of them at once “unless she consents”; he no longer wanted Kreacher to sleep with her. That last directive nearly brought him to blows with his Master, an unforgivable response for a house elf; Master said he wanted him to sleep under his boiler again and let her sleep alone. Kreacher had a feeling that if Master could, he would stop her from having any type of relations with him at all. How dare he! Kreacher wanted to take her from the house and never let Master see her again. Oh, yes, he did! He even thought about taking her to Mistress Bellatrix's house because he knew Master couldn't follow her there. But, he felt the pull of his duties to his Master and knew he wouldn't be able to remove her permanently from the house without Master's approval. Maybe he could take her there each day for a special visit? He knew Mistress Bellatrix would love to watch him work the Mudblood over, and would probably join in on the fun as well. Kreacher felt the urge to punish himself as all of these traitorous thoughts washed over him; he ran himself into the wall several times as his Master watched impassively.

Once he recovered from hitting his head, he whined, “Master! Kreacher saw how you enjoyed watching her being spanked! And you saw how she enjoys her cum-spanks! Let Kreacher do the cum-spanks! At least let Kreacher have those!”

Sirius looked at Kreacher warily. He knew how much the elf enjoyed spanking her but he feared the elf would change a cum-spank to a punishment-spank without warning. But, he was taking away his nipple-pulling, nipple clips, and punishment-spankings so he thought at least allowing him the cum-spankings was only fair. At least the girl enjoyed those.

“All right, Kreacher, I'll allow the cum-spankings, but only when I'm present. And not with the spanking horse, I want that taken back to wherever it was you got it from. She has to be over my knee. Do you understand, spankings are only allowed over my knee.”

“Yes! Yes, Master! Thank-you for allowing Kreacher his spankings!” Kreacher tried to figure out a way to be allowed a few cum-spankings while his Master wasn't present. 'He said “over my knee” but he didn't say “over your Master's knee.” There! That'll work! Kreacher will spank her over HIS knee!' Kreacher smiled widely.

'Kreacher will work out the nipple clip problem later. Ah! But Master didn't say Kreacher couldn't use the clit clip! All isn't lost!'

Sirius could see Kreacher thinking things out, working ways around his wording. He hated leaving his Kitten alone with him, because he was sure Kreacher was doing terrible things to her and she wasn't telling him. He thought about how he could get her to confide in him when Kreacher tormented her; he was definitely going to tell her what Kreacher was not allowed to do to her anymore; that would help. But what else?

“Kreacher, what are you thinking? Why do you want to hurt her all the time?”

“She's a filthy Mudblood.” Kreacher looked at his Master, feeling sure that his answer was enough to sway anyone into thinking she was only good enough to be a sex slave.

Sirius looked at Kreacher, not sure what to say. For a brief time, he had been sucked into thinking that forcing himself on her was what she wanted, that a little pain was her desire. She did respond like the magazines showed but yet he could tell she was far happier when he didn't treat her like a sex object; when he treated her like he had before Kreacher began talking to him about her. He looked at Kreacher and wondered about that. Yes, Kreacher had been instrumental in bringing him his Kitten, but he also talked him into causing her physical and mental distress as well as humiliating her. She had been forced to adapt her ways in order to keep from being punished and, he cringed when he thought of it, to survive. He had made it clear that if she displeased them enough they would smother her to death with a wet pillowcase. Then go for Ginny. He couldn't believe how caught up he had become in mistreating her; he sat there playing with his hands as he guiltily thought of how he had changed her life.

“Kreacher, what's wrong with having her do what we want without causing her harm? That's all I want, Kreacher. I think we can compromise so all three of us enjoy ourselves.” His eyes rested on the small elf as it paced back and forth in great agitation.

“But, Master! Kreacher *was* happy! Kreacher knows you were! Who cares about the Mudblood? She acted happy, she acted like she was enjoying herself!” Kreacher threw his arms about as he spoke, his ears going this way and that in his distress.

“Kreacher, that was with the threat of great physical harm. I don't want her to act that way only because she is afraid for her safety or for her life.” Sirius' voice became stern as he slammed his hand down on the table beside his chair.

Kreacher looked at him sharply when he heard the slap on the table, obviously not understanding.

“Master. Remember how she responds to us! No matter what, she did what we wanted and she always climaxed! You saw that! You know that! If she wasn't enjoying herself, she wouldn't cum!”

“Kreacher, yes, she did have orgasms. But, she had them under duress. I don't understand how that happens, but it obviously does. Your mind can only shut things down for so long when the body is being stimulated. And she had two of us at her at once, her body didn't have a chance.”

“But, she would beg us to do things to her! She would prance around in front of us! Even when we didn't make her! Look at last week, how she climbed on top of you and shoved her tits at you. And she was giving you a hand-job. You didn't force her, she did it on her own. And she really likes it when we dig fruit out of her, you know how much she responds to that.”

Sirius thought about that. It was true, what Kreacher was saying. She did seem to like it. She even said so. Repeatedly. 'Now I'm confused. What do I do? Do I change things or keep going as we are? No. Some of the stuff we've done did frightened her. I just have to change how we do things. I'll do what she wants some of the time but she'll have to endure what I want from time to time. I think that's a fair compromise.' Sirius envisioned her swinging in the air and his dick stirred. He still got excited at the thought of doing that to her even though he knew she didn't really like it. 'Hell, she knows I'm not going to fucking harm her doing that so what's the problem?'

“We'll figure out a compromise, Kreacher. My rules I mentioned still stand.”

“But, Master...”

“Just do as I say, Kreacher.” Sirius' sighed, his voice resigned.

“Yes, Master.” Kreacher looked at his dreaded Master, wanting him to go away. He began to mumble under his breath about the filthy Mudblood infesting his Mistresses home and infecting his Master with traitorous thoughts.

Sirius listened to his ramblings quietly, wishing he knew what to do next. If he left things the way they were, he risked Kreacher hurting her and healing her without his knowing; if he returned her back to her old life he risked going back to Azkaban or somehow being imprisoned by his fellow Order members for what he had done to her; if he tried to run with her, he risked being caught by Ministry officials or Death Eaters. He saw no way out. For either of them. He sat back in his chair and ran his hand through his hair, taking in a deep sigh. His only option, for himself, was to leave things as they were and hope he could sway Kreacher's treatment of the girl.

He decided he would talk with Hermione later that night. Without Kreacher.

Someone knocked on his door, prompting Kreacher to disappear. Buckbeak gave a quiet squawk of annoyance as Sirius went to the door. When opened, he found Remus standing there with his hands in his pockets.

Remus wore a pensive smile, “Mind if I come in?”

“Ah, no, no, come in. Come in.” Sirius backed up and moved to the side, allowing Remus entry. He watched as the other man entered his room, then closed the door.

“So, to what do I owe this visit?” Sirius kept his voice light as he walked past Remus.

“Well, I've noticed you've been spending a great deal of your time in here of late. I just thought I'd come up and have a chat. See how you are doing. I know it's hard for you here, in a home you never liked.” Remus looked about the room as he rocked on his feet. His voice was slow, reflective.

“Come on, Remus. You know being in my room is far better than being downstairs with all those memories glaring me in the face and with my mother yelling at me every time I pass her portrait.” Sirius sat down in his chair and lounged back, his hands clasped behind his head.

“I've noticed she's not yelling at you anymore. Any reason for that?” Remus settled in a matching chair, one that was softly padded and covered with dark red velvet cloth. “I always did like your room.” He looked around and saw all of the Gryffindor posters on the walls as well as images of the five Marauders. “Hah! I had forgotten about this picture of us all!” His eyes became sad, “Amazing, isn't it, how things change over the years? Who would have thought life would turn out as it did for us?” His gaze went from the moving image and stopped on Sirius.

Sirius watched Remus' face reflecting his changing mood while his eyes, surveying the room, then turned on him. He felt melancholy as well, though for different reasons.

“Yeah, well. You know how it was. I know it drove my parents batty when they couldn't remove my posters from my walls. My brother, they made his room into a shrine. My room was left to smother in dust.”

“Yes. I know how your parents felt about you, Sirius. I know how hard it was for you. The black sheep of the Black family, that was you. But, you had good morals, a good heart. Do you think your sacrifices were too great to bear?” Sirius could feel Remus' eyes on him, watching him closely, probing his mind. He suddenly felt as if he were on display.

“I didn't agree with my families anti-Muggle teachings. It came to be too much to bear, listening to my mother yelling at me all the time, berating me for my true feelings. When it got to that point, I moved in with James.”

“Yet, she no longer raises her voice at you anymore. I've noticed that lately.” Remus sat back in the chair, his legs straight out and crossed at the ankles but his gentle eyes never leaving Sirius' face.

Sirius let out a great sigh. “I know, Remus. I'm not sure why she's stopped.”

“No?”

Sirius looked at Remus quietly, wondering what he was getting at. Did he somehow know he had Hermione? Surely he didn't know. Suspected, more likely. And he finally came up here to try and fish the story out of him, the story of where she was hidden.

“No, Remus, I don't know why my mother is suddenly quiet when I'm around.” His voice became acid. “Is there any particular reason for your questioning me on this? Maybe my mother has decided a living son was better than none at all. I don't know. I do know, however, that it is a whole lot nicer than when she called me a blood-traitor all the time.”

“Yes, I'm sure it is. People do a lot of things to gain their parents' respect.” Sirius shot a glance at Remus who smiled back quietly, the smile not reaching his eyes.

“Yes, I suppose they do. My mother doesn't respect me, Remus. I doubt I'll ever do anything to gain her respect.” Sirius' voice had become harsh. He knew his mother's portrait didn't respect him, she just liked the fact that he was tormenting a Mudblood. Or had been. He suspected that once she caught wind of how well he had started treating Hermione, that the verbal insults would begin anew.

Remus hesitated a moment, looking around the room briefly before changing the subject. “How's Buckbeak doing? He must get pretty antsy being cooped up in here all the time.” Remus' eyes were locked on Buckbeak. He saw that the Hippogriff had a whole corner to himself, hay under his feet.

“I charm the walls at intervals to look like it's the outside. My only problem is when he wants to fly, usually though, he just struts around as he stares at the walls.”

“I see. Don't you ever take him out?” Remus looked at the collar on Buckbeak's neck with the chain connected to the wall.

“At night, yes. Maybe once a month. You know that, Remus, why are you asking me something you already know?” Sirius eyed Remus, his annoyance showing in his words.

“I was just wondering if you had changed your practices with Buckbeak, that's all. I thought that perhaps you would increase taking him out now that it's getting colder and fewer Muggles will be outside.” Remus turned to look at Sirius, his hands interlocking on his chest.

“Maybe, actually, that's a pretty good idea. I might start doing that.” Sirius' chin was in his hand and he tapped his lip thoughtfully.

“Have you considered what would happen if the two of you were ever caught?” Remus' voice seemed unobtrusive though Sirius caught the undertone of accusation within the words.

Sirius brought his hand down quickly as he twisted to look at Buckbeak. “I would imagine we'll both be destroyed, one way or another. Kind of morbid subject to discuss, don't you think?” He turned to look back at Remus.

“Yes, it is. But it's something to consider. If you were captured, Sirius, what do you suppose would happen to all of the inhabitants of this house?”

“All of the inhabitants?” Sirius was taken back by this question. What, exactly, was Remus asking?

Remus nodded, his eyes not wavering from Sirius' face.

“Remus, what are you getting at? Would you tell me so we can be done with this game of cat and mouse?”

Remus looked at Sirius for a few moments, deliberating, a sad expression on his face. He sat forward, putting his elbows on his now bent knees, his hands clasped loosely together, giving his old friend a solemn look before speaking. “Sirius,” he said in his usual mellow voice, “I believe you know where Hermione is. I'm asking you to tell me where she is so I can get her. If you tell me now, I won't tell anyone how I found her. I'll see to it she keeps quiet as well. At this point, I'll do anything to get her back safely and unharmed. Sirius, I'm asking you, friend to friend, to tell me where Hermione is.”

Sirius' mouth dropped open. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, what Remus was saying. Remus wasn't fishing for information, Remus *knew* he had Hermione, somehow he knew. His mind reeled at the thought – if he knew, who else knew? But, most importantly, he was offering Sirius a way out. Not only for him, but for her as well.

“Remus, I...”

“Master! Master, Kreacher brought you your lunch!” Kreacher suddenly popped up in front of his face holding a tray of scattered food. Kreacher looked Sirius in the eye, a clear warning being given. Sirius stared at Kreacher, not sure of what to think; was Kreacher threatening him? Would he dare threaten him?

Sirius sat back, astonished into silence. Remus sat up slowly and watched, acutely aware of the timing of Kreacher's entrance. Was there a reason for this? Or was it just coincidence?

“Uh, thank-you, Kreacher. I'm not hungry right now. I'll be down later for supper.” He waved Kreacher away, clearly dismissing him.

“Oh, but Master, you need sustenance, how can Kreacher go away knowing you are hungry?” Kreacher shoved the tray towards Sirius.

Sirius' voice became brusque. “Kreacher. Not. Now.”

Kreacher gave Sirius another look of warning, his face stern. Sirius stared into Kreacher's eyes, his mind racing over what Kreacher was trying to tell him without words; he decided to keep silent about Hermione's whereabouts until he spoke with Kreacher, to find out what his warning was. Kreacher seemed to sense Sirius' decision, and silently popped out of the room as quickly as he had come.

Silence hung in the air as both men contemplated the significance of Kreacher's arrival.

“Sirius, you were about to tell me something?”

“Ehhhhhhhh, no. No, Remus. I was just doing to say I have no idea of what you are talking about. I don't know where Hermione is. Really, I don't.” Sirius fidgeted in his chair with his eyes averted, now unable to look Remus in the face.

Remus sat back in his chair, a troubled look on his face. “Sirius, is she in this house?”

Sirius shot out of the chair and paced a little, his hands running through his hair. “Fuck, Remus! I don't know where she is! Okay? Got it?” His voice was ground out as he turned on his friend.

“If you were captured, or Merlin forbid, killed, what would happen to her? Would she die a slow, agonizing death because there was no-one to feed her?” Remus' voice remained affable, measured as he watched Sirius' body language and facial expressions carefully, judging his responses.

“Remus, damn-it! She wouldn't starve, she...” Sirius stopped in mid-sentence, realizing he had slipped up. He quickly turned his back towards Remus so he could hide his momentary look of horror as he silently exclaimed “fuck!”; once he was sure he had his face schooled, he turned back to face Remus.

Remus' weary eyes held his gaze, his speech remaining slow and deliberate. “Is she safe? At least tell me she's safe and not suffering.”

Sirius glared at Remus. He refused to answer anymore questions; instead, he turned and went to the door, opening it with a jerk.

“I think you need to leave, Remus.”

Remus stood up and looked around the room quietly. He walked to the door with heavy steps, stopping in front of Sirius and looking him in the eye with a grave expression on his face.

“I know you have her, Sirius. I smell her on you. Tell me. Is. She. Safe?” Remus' voice became gruff as he spoke the last few words, his face coming closer to his old friends threateningly.

Sirius stepped back; he had never seen Remus act this way, not even when he had sent Snivellus down the tunnel beneath the Whomping Willow. After a long pause, he tentatively nodded his answer, then looked away. 'Why the fuck did I just admit my guilt to him? Shit!'

“Sirius. Sirius, look at me.” Remus' voice was barely above a whisper.

Sirius reluctantly looked at Remus, worry in his eyes; he could feel sweat beading on his forehead and a drip ran down the middle of his back.

“Promise me you won't hurt her. When you are ready, let her go. Promise me you will do that. Don't harm her or get rid of her. I can only imagine why you took her, and I have a feeling she'll have a long road ahead of her to recover from her ordeal, won't she?” When Sirius didn't respond, he said forcefully, “Won't she?” Again, Remus shoved himself towards Sirius menacingly.

Grudgingly, Sirius gave a single curt nod, not looking at Remus. Yes, he was sure she would have difficulty coming to terms with her life as a sex slave to him and a house elf. He wondered if she would have so much trouble if he were her only Master. He was sure the elf was a huge issue for her, and he couldn't blame her. Images of her tied up and swinging through the air, having cum running down her face, her ass in front of him as he fucked her in his dog form, and begging him to perform degrading acts on her raced through his mind; he blushed when he thought how stupid he was to believe she was enjoying the hell out of herself. At least, not at first, definitely not when he first took her; now, sometimes, he wasn't so sure if she really liked what she was doing or if she was faking it. His brow furrowed as he clenched his jaw, he wanted to believe she wasn't faking it.

Remus saw Sirius' facial expression changing, then saw Sirius blush, something he hadn't seen in years. “I have to think about what to do, Sirius. I don't want you to go to back to prison, old friend, but I want Hermione back unharmed. Tell me, Sirius, what should I do if you won't give her up willingly? What. Should. I. Do?”

“I'll deny everything, Remus.” Sirius' voice became surly. He wasn't giving her up, no matter what. Not now. Not after what happened on her birthday; he knew he could make everything all right with her, he was sure of it.

Remus stared at him, dumbfounded. “Sirius, what has happened to you? I know Azkaban has changed you, I know you've been having problems dealing with life since you've been here, this home you hate. I know being locked-up in this house tests your will, but Sirius, think about what you've done! You've kidnapped a teen-aged girl! A sweet girl who doesn't deserve any ill treatment. What have you been doing to her, Sirius? Raping her? Tell me you aren't torturing her, surely you aren't doing that. Sirius! I implore you, tell me where she is!” Remus had grabbed Sirius by the shirt and pushed him back against the wall, his voice becoming louder with each word he spoke.

“I don't know what you're talking about, Remus. Unhand me, now!” Sirius grabbed Remus' wrists and pushed them off of him. He then stepped away from the wall, not turning his back on Remus.

Remus circled as Sirius walked away from him, also making sure his back wasn't turned to his friend; he shook his head sadly. “I don't know you anymore, Sirius. Do I need to worry about the other females in this household? Or only the young ones? Do we need to keep you away from Ginny?”

Sirius stared angrily at Remus, it was his turn to grab Remus by his coat and shove him backwards. “I don't know what you are talking about! None of the others are in danger!”

Remus caught his balance, his hands in his pockets, his right hand obviously around the end of his wand. “Do you think you love her? Is that it? Is that why none of the others are in danger? Sirius, if you truly loved her, you wouldn't have taken her, not against her will.”

Sirius' face was screwed up in anger, his whole body tense, and his breathing coming out in short, tight bursts. But he said nothing.

Remus sighed deeply. “I'll take that as a yes.” Remus looked around the room sadly, remembering old times, when life was easier. “We'll be watching you. And we'll search the house again, top to bottom.”

“You do that, old friend, you do that.”

“Sirius, I don't want for us to become enemies. I know you are having problems dealing with everything. I want to understand what you are going through. I want you to talk to me. But, most of all, I want Hermione back. She deserves to be in school with her friends, growing up relatively carefree. She deserves to be learning everything she can; you know her compulsion to learn, don't deny her that.” Remus paused, cocking his head to the side as he thought. “When you are here, is she alone, Sirius? Is she in a cage? Tied up? Chained? Hungry? Is she cold? Tell me she's not naked and suffering. Sirius, tell me she has some dignity and that she's not suffering.”

“She isn't suffering, damn it! She's safe and warm and well-fed. She isn't being harmed. Happy? I admit it, I have her.” Sirius whipped his arms about in anger, using them to accentuate his words. “I'm fucking the shit out of her and she's none the worse for wear. If I die, there will be someone to care for her, okay? Got it?”

Remus stepped back, shock on his face at his friend's confession. “Sirius, she can't possibly be happy where you have her. Let her go.”

“No, she's fine where I have her. She's mine, damn it, mine!” Sirius jabbed his thumb into this chest several times, a look of fury on his face, “And no-one else can have her.” Sirius spun around and slammed the side of his fist into the wall, then put the palms of both hands against the wall with his arms straight and leaned forward, his head hanging down.

Remus was quiet for a few moments, his eyes going to the floor as he digested what he had just heard. He looked up at Sirius suddenly, “Sirius, who is helping you with her? Who would care for her if you were to die? Who else is in on this? Ron? Harry? Tell me it's not one of them. Who the hell is hurting her, too?” Again, Remus' voice became threatening as he advanced on his old friend.

“No! No, neither one of them, for Merlin's sake! Jeez, Remus!” Sirius spun around and backed away, discomfited by Remus' accusations.

“Then who? Who is in on this with you? Surely it's not a female, but who? Not Severus, he'd never join in with you. I can't believe any of the Weasley's would ever hurt Hermione. Dung? He's cagey but relatively harmless. Who, for Circe's sake!” Suddenly, Remus stopped, a look of disgust on his face. “Kreacher? Is Kreacher helping you? Good lord, Sirius. Jesus. The poor girl doesn't have a chance between the two of you. Is Kreacher, is he, he's not...tell me he's not, Sirius...he isn't, dear God in Heaven, he isn't forcing, she's not being made to...” Remus couldn't finish his sentence, the thought of Hermione being forced into a sexual relationship with the elf numbing his mind. He backed up, his hands up as if warding off a bad spell, an appalled look on his face.

“Remus, she's not fighting us anymore. She's dealing with it. She's okay. Please believe me.” Sirius stumbled towards his friend, distressed at the look on Remus' face, wanting him to know she was okay. 'He doesn't need to know we've been doing her for months before we kidnapped her, or that she did fight having Kreacher for a lover at first. She enjoys Kreacher now, she enjoys the both of us. Now.'

Without warning, Remus swung at Sirius, missing his chin by millimeters as Sirius jumped back hastily, surprise on his face as he felt the air whoosh past his jaw from Remus' fist. Remus bent down and rammed him into the wall with his shoulder, breaking the plaster as chunks of it fell onto the floor and wrenching a strangled “oof!” from Sirius when his back impacted the wall. Sirius didn't fight him when Remus grabbed his shirt with his fists, mad with rage. He had never known wrath as he felt now, and he was having difficulty containing it. Gone was the calm, cool, collected Remus; in was the indignant, bellowing, furious man who was desperate for answers. “Where the fuck is she, Sirius! Tell me, NOW!”

“Remus, I...I...I can't. I can't tell you. Just believe me when I say she's okay.” Sirius' hands were in the air, indicating his desire not to fight.

“What do you mean, you can't tell me? Why can't you tell me? Why can't you let the poor girl be saved? For fucks sake, Sirius! Do the right thing! You know the girl would never, *never*, EVER want to have a sexual relationship with a house elf! Merlin, Sirius! Think about that! Think about what you are doing to her!” Remus still had fistfuls of Sirius' shirt and punctuated his words by shoving Sirius against the wall at intervals.

Sirius spoke in a barely contained urgent whisper as he tried to get his friend to understand. “Remus, I swear, she's happy. She likes being our, ahhh.....she enjoys our attention. She likes it when we touch her, she begs us for it! I admit, she didn't like it at first, but now she craves it. You should see her doing Kreacher, that, my friend, is something to be seen to believe!” Remus slammed him against the wall again, a murderous look on his face.

“I swear, Remus! She pleases him as much as he pleases her! It's not just us getting off while using her, Remus! We take care of her as well!” Sirius grabbed Remus' wrists, tugging on them to punctuate his words. “She has orgasms one after the other, it's unbelievable! Stuff made of fucking legend. She'd let you have her, too, Remus, if I brought you to her. You'd be amazed at how nubile she is, how responsive, how deliciously learned she is. She'll let you do anything you want to her and she'll beg you to do it. She's a man's fucking fantasy come true.”

Remus pushed away from Sirius, yanking his wrists free, his face twisted in horror as he listened to the words coming out of his childhood friends mouth, having difficulty taking it all in. He began to pace, his hands going through his hair in agitation, not wanting to hear anymore.

“Dear Merlin, Sirius! Do you hear yourself? Do you hear what you're saying? You've defiled and mistreated the girl beyond all reason! Dear Lord, will she ever recover from all that's been done to her?”

Sirius held his arms out, elbows bent, palms up as he tried to convince Remus to join him. “Come on Remus! It's not all that bad for her! It's not like she's chained up and forced to do things for us, at least, not any more. She's eager to do things for us! And it's not just Kreacher and I that she's done, either. I'm telling you, she doesn't mind showing off her talents to others! Ron's had her and she pleased him immensely! She...”

Remus came up to Sirius and grabbed his shirt again, slamming him into the wall as he asked, “Ron's had her? What do you mean 'Ron's had her?' Ron? Ron Weasley? He wouldn't!” Remus' voice was constricted, disgusted, angry, full of disbelief and shock.

“Yes! Ron! Ronald fucking Weasley! She sucked Ron off a couple of times and he yelled as he fucking exploded into her mouth. He's shot his load on her and ate her out until she came while begging for more. We used her together, too.” 'He doesn't need to know Ron was forced to use her. It was delicious to watch, though. I just may make him do it again in the future.' “She took on all three of us like a pro. I'm telling you, she's a fucking natural and she loves it. She'll drive you mad with desire. What do you say, Remus? I can take you to her right now, and you won't regret it, you'll be thanking me in a few hours after you're done with her. I'm telling you, she'll participate in any fantasy you want! Without hesitation. And you could visit her a few times a day. You'll never need to pay a woman for a fuck, and if Tonks bores you, you'll always have Hermione.”

Sirius knew he was rambling but he was desperate and hoped his ploy would work. If he could somehow get through Remus' noble thinking, get past his morals, and touch base with his animal instincts, maybe he could talk him into using the girl for his own carnal pleasures. He hoped he wasn't pushing it when he mentioned Tonks, he was aware of Remus' hesitation to engage in a relationship with her due to his “furry little problem”, as James used to call it. He didn't care if Hermione had another Master as long as Remus kept his mouth shut about her so he didn't have to worry about going to Azkaban. He had previously thought of asking Severus to join in, but was held back by Kreacher's protests because he didn't want to share her with anyone else. He didn't know if Severus would actually join in on the fun or if he'd rat him out to Albus, but he fantasized about watching her dreaded Potions Master taking her ruthlessly; he was sure Severus knew a thing or two that would make even his head spin. But, right now, he had to deal with Remus. He wouldn't mind sharing her with Remus, he thought it would be fun in an old schoolboy kind of way.

“Remus, please, see reason! You just have to see her, just once, and you'll know what I'm talking about! Her tits are to die for, her snatch is tight, and her mouth is amazing; Remus, you should feel what she can do to your fucking cock with that hot little tongue of hers. And she swallows every drop you shoot into her and licks you clean afterwards. She'll let you fuck her anywhere you want – her mouth, her tits, her cunt, her ass. She gives great hand-jobs, too. I'm telling you, she's so good she'll have your cock spurting within minutes of her touch.”

Remus stood there, his fists still clenching Sirius' shirt, frozen on the spot. He wasn't sure he was hearing right, so far he had been catching only bits and pieces of what Sirius was spewing at him due to his anger. Now he had a feeling he was finally understanding what Sirius was really trying to say. 'He can't possibly be trying to talk me into using the girl like a whore. Am I hearing right? Use Hermione like that? Merlin, no, please say he's not asking me that.' “Sirius, are you, are you offering her to me? You want me to use her? Take her sexually? Is that what you are saying?”

“Gods, Remus, yes, that's exactly what I'm offering!” Sirius sounded relieved. Finally, Remus caught on to his sacrificial offering. “I'm sure she'd be very accommodating to you. I'm telling you, she's so good you'll dream about her every night and you'll cream your pants when you think about her during the day.” He put his hands up on Remus' shoulders and looked him in the eye, his voice a slow, conspiratorial whisper, “We could use her together, Remus, you'd be amazed at how good it feels when she's being done from both ends at once. Watching her sucking you off while she's being fucked up the ass.” He shook Remus' shoulders slightly, then began to knead them, “Think about it Remus, she's just waiting for you to come to her, all you have to do is say 'yes' and she's yours. You could have that dick of yours sunk in any hole she's got within five minutes, all you have to do is say the word. Come on, Remus, what do you say, old friend?” Sirius' voice had become a husky whisper by the time he finished his sentence, his hands gripping Remus' shoulders as he desperately tried to convince him to use her. He could feel his cock twitch at the thought of the two of them using her together.

Remus shook off Sirius' hands and let go of his shirt as if the man before him was contaminated with a deadly disease and backed up a few steps; a tear fell from his face as he listened to Sirius ramble on, confirming his worst fears for the girl. He couldn't imagine someone wanting to do this to a woman, he couldn't fathom finding her suffering pleasurable. What had that poor child gone through? What was she going through now? It took him several minutes before he could speak.

“You fucking bastard. I never thought I'd live to see the day when I thought less of you than I do of Lucius Malfoy.” Remus' voice was barely above a whisper.

Sirius sighed, his shoulders drooping with the weight he felt on them. He ran his fingers through his hair as he sighed again, not knowing what to say. Being told Remus thought less of him than Malfoy hurt and he realized that what he was doing was something Malfoy *would* do to Hermione. He kept trying to hold on to the belief that Hermione enjoyed her life with him, especially after what had happened on her birthday, but then he pictured her crying after they broke her and hearing the terror in her voice as she begged them to stop hurting her. Oh, Merlin, how low have I gotten to act like Lucius Malfoy?' He looked at Remus, remembering that he may just be his ticket out of this whole sordid mess.

“Remus, she's... Do you promise to not tell anyone I have her? Would you swear on a wand oath?” If Remus promised not to tell, he'd still be free. That was all he cared about, never wanting to go back to Azkaban again. He shuddered when he thought of the place.

Remus nodded, “I'll do anything you want, just tell me where she is. Let me get her so she can get on with her life. I promise to keep this a secret under one condition – that you never do this to another girl again. Not to anyone, male or female.”

Sirius stood for a long time, thinking. 'He can get me out of this mess. I won't go to Azkaban and she'll be free again. But she won't let me touch her after she's free, none of them would let me see her ever again.' His heart grew heavy with that thought. 'But, then again, she won't be suffering under Kreacher's care. She won't be desperate to go outside anymore. She won't live in fear. She'll be able to go to the library when she wants.' He smiled sadly at that thought. 'Maybe she'll be happy again, truly happy, if I let her go.' He took in a deep breath, exhaled slowly, nodded, then began shakily, “Okay, Remus, okay. You're right.” Another deep breath, then another. He closed his eyes as he stood himself straight, his arms hanging down at his sides, his head back slightly. “Hermione, she's down in the...”

The door suddenly slammed shut as Remus was thrown across the room. He pulled his wand as he stood, then both men watched it whip out of his hand and fly under Buckbeak's feet.

“Master! You almost told where our sex slave is! Kreacher can't allow Master to do that! It will put Master in grave danger. Oh, yes, it will!” Kreacher stood near the door, a furious expression on his face, his hand upraised towards Remus.

“Sex slave? She's your...” Remus' face twisted in disgust as he stared at Kreacher. He realized they were using her for sex but....they considered her to be their sex slave? A sex slave to a house elf? 'Will the girl's horrors never end, for Merlin's sake?'

“Yes! She belongs to Kreacher! Kreacher is her Master and she does what Kreacher wants her to!” Kreacher's hand shot forward and Remus flew back onto the floor as if he had been shoved, knocking over the table on his way down. “She's Kreacher's! Master, he'll never keep quiet! He'll tell the others because he thinks you're dangerous! They'll take our slave away from us!” Remus had stood back up only to be magically shoved backwards again. “Wolf, you should have taken my Masters offer to use her for yourself! Kreacher would have allowed it if it meant keeping her safe for our use!”

Sirius looked at Kreacher with surprise; he never thought the elf would attack one of his friends. “Kreacher, it weighs on me what we're doing to the girl. And I hate lying to Remus about it. To everyone. We need to let her go.”

“The girl is fine, Master! She'll be happier once you start tying her up again! Hang her from the ceiling and make her suck you! You know she likes it!” Kreacher kept his eye on Remus, his hand at the ready.

Remus stood up slowly, rubbing his arm where it had hit the table on his way down. He watched the two of them talking with increasing tension. Kreacher was right, he had no intention of keeping this a secret, the safety of the other females were in question and he'd never forgive himself if one of them disappeared and suffered Hermione's fate. He knew he'd have to have his memory wiped out or be killed and he saw no way to prevent either outcome. He wished he had thought ahead and played the part he was being offered, acting as if he agreed with Sirius; he may have had to use her one time (he shuddered at the thought) but at least he would know where she was and would have been able to save her. Now, because of his stupidity, they were both lost.

“No, she doesn't like that. It frightens her. She acts like she likes it because she thinks she has to. Why did it take me so long to see that? Damn it! What the fuck do I do now?” Sirius began pacing in great agitation, knowing his world was going to crash in on him once Remus told the others about their conversation. He knew that once the others were told that she was in the house that they would tear the place apart until they found her. He thought about Mad-Eye and shuddered. “Now you've attacked Remus! We can't make him disappear, it'll look too suspicious. And he'll tell everyone about what we're doing to her! I won't let you hurt him, Kreacher, I'll never give you permission to hurt Remus. Fuck, Kreacher, fuck!”

“Do to the Wolf what you did to the boy, do it before he leaves this room!”

Sirius turned to look at Kreacher, a look of shock on his face that he would suggest such a thing. Then he looked at his old friend for a long time, sadness coming over him as he thought about his options.

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“So, what I need is for you to tell me if he hurts you in any way. Or does something to you that I told you I don't want him doing. Do you understand?” Sirius looked down at the girl's chestnut colored hair that she had tried to tame in a bun; he much preferred her hair down even though it was so unruly. Her hair looked wiry and bushy but was actually quite soft and he liked to run his fingers through it. He had shown her a charm of his own invention that made her hair quite easy to manage; the charm making it so that each hair slid easily past the others near it and didn't tangle, much like the one Severus used on his hair though without the greasy effect.

Hermione sat on the couch, snuggling against Sirius, his arm around her, as she listened to him talk. Things had become so much more pleasant since her birthday, and now it sounded as if things would get better. She felt him reach up and begin to release her hair from the bun she had put it in, feeling him removing the hairpins one by one.

“Yes, sir. I will.” She had her eyes closed as he played with her hair; she found it so relaxing to have him running his fingers through it.

“Is there anything you need to tell me now?”

“Um.” She wanted to tell him about Master Kreacher putting her poop on her but she didn't think she could live with the shame of it. She decided that she would tell him about it if Master Kreacher did it again.

“What, baby? Is there something I should know about?” He used her hair to turn her face towards him, she saw he had a look of concern in his eyes.

“Um, will he stop using those clips on me?” She pointed to her breasts and her clitoris.

“Yes, he's been instructed to not apply them anymore. He is also not to spank you alone anymore.” He brought his hand down to rub her thigh soothingly.

“Not alone?”

He teased her with his voice as he touched her nose with his, “You know you like your cum-spanks, Kitten.” She smiled while squirming, her eyes closing as she turned her face away, embarrassed. He smiled and gave her shoulder a squeeze. “I just want to make sure he doesn't get carried away when he's giving you one.”

“Oh.”

“You know, speaking of a spanking, I could get into watching you get one right now, Kitten.” She saw his hand slide from her thigh to his crotch, a noticeable bulge under his fingers. He nuzzled her neck, then whispered into her ear, “What do you say, Kitten?”

Her nipples hardened as his hand came up to pinch them, and she felt moisture coat her labial lips as her heart rate and respiration increased dramatically. She looked up at him quietly as she began to unbutton her shirt; he was too busy staring at her breasts as they played peekaboo with her shirt as it slowly opened and did not notice the shadow that passed her eyes or the momentary frown on her face as she complied with his wishes, not daring to refuse him.

“That's it, baby. Kreacher! Hermione, baby, hurry and get those clothes off and lean over my legs, I think I want you in dresses from now on and not pants. Let me help you with that bra. I don't I want you wearing bra's either, understand? I want to be able to get at you quickly from now on. Damn, no more knickers either. There! I've got it, let me use your bra to tie your hands behind your back, baby. Lay over me, that's it, little girl, that's it.”

She lay over him, her body on the couch, her ass directly over his thighs, her wrists tied behind her back with her bra. He began to rub her enticingly round bottom with one hand as his other hand snaked under her and began to pinch her turgid nipples. He could feel how wet she was between her legs with his right hand and began to rub her and slide his fingers into her as he listened to the sweet sound of her juices being stirred. Kreacher appeared before them, his dour face immediately breaking into a smile as he took in a deep breath, his nostrils filling with the scent of her arousal. Sirius saw a bulge form under Kreacher's outfit at the sight of a naked and wet Hermione over his knee.

“Master! You wish for Kreacher to punish the Mudblood?”

“No, Kreacher, you know I don't. Though I'll allow you to be a little rough with her so you can enjoy yourself. Kitten, do you want your Master's to spank you? To spank you until you cum?” He slid his fingers so they parted into a V and rubbed her around her clit, making her let out a quiet moan and begin to squirm with desire. He saw her try to pull her tied hands apart in an effort to grab at either his body or hers; he wasn't sure where she had planned to put those lovely fingers of hers, but he twitched at the thought of where he'd like them to be. His hips involuntarily bucked up a little; he looked down at the bulge contained in his own pants, reached down, and freed himself. He grabbed her hips and maneuvered her so she was over his penis; a low, growled “fuck, yeah” escaping his lips.

“Yes, Master! Yes, please spank me! Please!” She felt him lift her slightly, then pull her closer to him so that his penis rubbed deliciously on her groin and its head slid towards her clit, its hard yet velvety-soft tip bumping her sensitive organ. She opened her legs a little more so that his shaft slid between and was hugged by her nether lips; her legs closing around him once he slid into position, making him grunt audibly. Her whispered, “Oh, Gods, yes!” was shaky as her hips began to move, stimulating them both.

Without warning, she felt her Master Kreacher's hand slap down on her buttock, the vibration making her cheeks jiggle and seeming to send a jolt of electricity straight through to her groin; her body moved with the impact and her hips bucked hard against her Master, making his dick slide along her sopping clit and lips as his hips bucked reflexively into hers; then her hips came back as she tightened the muscles in her thighs, squeezing him between them. The three of them groaned.

Sirius lay his head against the couch and put his hands on her back and legs so he could hold her in place; he loved being jacked off by her body as she alternately recoiled and relaxed in response to Kreacher's cupped hand. He watched as Kreacher masturbated himself while slapping her, a sudden image of Kreacher's methodically powerful hand wrapped around his own dick making him both horrified and excited at the same time; he decided he would have to think about that some more in the future. Each slap of Kreacher's hand made his Kitten slide herself along his shaft until he began to moan at Kreacher to slap faster; he could feel his head popping in and out of their warm labial wrapping as the moist crackles of their combined love juices became sloppier with each slap. He watched as her buttocks became pinker with each slap, Kreacher's hand cupped and expertly applying just the right amount of pressure as he moved from one cheek to the other with increasing speed. She was moaning and began to gyrate her hips in little circles in between slaps, his dick being assaulted with constant movement and friction, making him buck against her and gasp as he came, his cum squirting up onto her lower ass and thighs. She whispered loudly, “Master!” as she felt him cum, then moaned in protest as he shrank from her.

Kreacher waited until Master rubbed his cum on her ass, then began slapping her in earnest. When his Master was between her like that he had to be careful to prevent himself from hitting his glans; once Master came and slid from her, he could drive his hand into her and watch each satisfying slap jiggle her ass and make it glow a lovely shade of deep pink. He knew just how hard and how fast to hit her in order to make her cum and he delighted in slowing down or stopping and rubbing her cheeks to increase her frustration to the point of her begging him not to stop.

“Oh, Gods, Master Kreacher, please Master, please! Don't stop! Oh, pleeeaaassse!” She began gasping and trying to grind herself against her Master, trying to find something to rub her clit against while begging in a frantic, breathy whisper, “Please! Oh please.” Master knew how to position himself so that she couldn't find the needed stimulus, he forced her legs open so that she wasn't able to squeeze her thighs rhythmically to bring herself to climax, which made Kreacher happy as her frustration became prolonged. They could hear her squeezing her vaginal muscles together and Master commanded her to stop; she immediately complied with a groan. Kreacher was a master at interpreting her body language and knew when she was on the verge of orgasm, able to stop stimulating her just as she reached the edge of her plateau. Once he was positive she wasn't going to cum, Kreacher began to slap her again, making sure his hand was cupped in a way to produce loud noises and increase her jiggling; even her breasts jounced with each slap as the vibrations reached them. He knew that if her hands were free she would be pulling on her nipples and massaging her tits hard; for this reason, he liked her hands tied so she couldn't do this because it took her longer to cum. He liked listening to her begging them to keep going as she wriggled about in a horny dance on her Master's lap. In the past, this dance would often make Master's cock twitch and engorge; sometimes he couldn't stand it and would fuck her forcefully before her spanking was completed, then allow Kreacher to resume once she got back into position again.

Kreacher had been angry when his Master first called him, making him wait a few moments before he appeared; then his mood brightened when he saw her perched over Master's knee, naked and ready for him to show her who she belonged to. He stood there now, watching her squirm while lying over Master, the knowledge he was frustrating her with the technique of orgasm control arousing him more by the second. After he, once again, stopped slapping her just as an orgasm began to take hold, causing her to moan his name out loudly, he called her a “filthy Mudblood whore” as he slowly walked around to face her, grabbed her hair for leverage and shoved his dick into her hot, willing, and waiting mouth.

He loved her mouth; it was surrounded by soft yet firm lips that worked his cock like no other, and contained an amazingly versatile tongue that was always so ready to encircle itself and undulate itself around his throbbing dick. She didn't disappoint when her lips immediately wrapped around him and sucked him in, while her tongue went to work massaging the underside of his cock as he groaned loudly in satisfaction. While he deep-throated her, he watched through his haze of arousal as Master's right hand slid down her ass towards her clit, then saw her hips jerk in sync with his movements; he decided it wouldn't do for her to cum just yet, she hadn't suffered enough. He forced himself to pull out of her mouth and repositioned himself for more spanking, listening with joy as she cried out her frustration when Master stopped stimulating her. Kreacher slapped her a few more times, moving his hand about to hit different areas of her buttocks and avoiding her coccyx. He paused to admire her glowing ass cheeks, then asked his Master for permission to use a vibrator, but was disappointed when Master levitated a small pink one over that was only about 6 centimeters long; Kreacher knew it would fit snugly inside of her but wasn't long enough to hit her cervix while he spanked. He glared disapprovingly at his Master.

“Kreacher, I told you this is to be a cum-spank only.” Master turned the vibrator on and inserted it into her, Kreacher listening to it hum while frowning. He resumed his spanking, then began to lick and nip at her ass as she wiggled in her hyper-aroused state. He listened to her gasping as the vibrator worked its magic in her pelvic region, then decided it wasn't such a bad thing to use. He looked up at his Master and was surprised by his smile.

“I know how you like to prolong her frustration, Kreacher. As long as you aren't hurting her I'll allow you that. I thought you might like this particular model for that reason.”

Kreacher smiled as he gave her ass a few long licks, then rimmed her anus lightly, finally forcing his tongue into her pucker as she gasped in pleasure, her back arching nicely. He heard her pleading with him to do more so he continued to lightly tongue her anus and lick around her ass and inner thighs but didn't go near her clit. She bucked a few times when he licked at her cunt and sucked a few juices out, then groaned loudly for him to make her cum when he licked her from clit to anus with his flattened tongue. He saw that Master had his hand at her tits and was playing with her nipples as Kreacher walked around and went back to her face, then shoved himself into her mouth and porked her until he came; all the while she wriggled and moaned and whimpered while the vibrator did its job.

Sirius' dick was hard again as he felt her wriggle in his lap and watched her swallow Kreacher's cum. He lifted her up slightly and repositioned his dick between her legs, then jerked with surprise when he felt the vibration on his cock from the pink vibrating egg contained within her. “Fuck!” was the first thing he could think of to say as he began to buck his hips. “Kreacher! Shit! Spank her ass, quick, spank her!” He was relieved when Kreacher began spanking her as her hips moved with each slap; he grabbed her ass and began sliding himself in and out frantically until he could stand it no more. “Stop! Stop, Kreacher! Fuck!” Sirius held her steady as he slid out from under her, he pulled her legs down so her knees were on the floor and her body was bent over the couch, hurriedly lubricated her magically via his wand, then entered her ass impatiently. She cried out as he entered her, then became quiet. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the rippling of her tissues, never having fucked her before while she held a vibrator deep within her. Damn! That was a fascinating sensation! He began rocking his body into and out of her while her anus puckered tightly around him at intervals and the minuscule pulsing going through her tissues overwhelmed his senses. He grabbed her hips and began to pummel into her as hard as he could, finally cumming loudly as he ground his dick into her with the last of his thrusts. He pulled out of her hurriedly, the continued vibrations causing him discomfort; he lay over her as he gasped, then began to rub her ass as he sat down on the floor.

“Damn, baby, damn, that was intense!” He put his head back onto the couch cushion while gasping to catch his breath, his body bathed in sweat. He looked at Kreacher just has he resumed smacking her, and smiled when she whimpered and reared her ass up. Sirius got on his knees and began kissing her back as he snaked his hand around her so he could rub her clitoris. She finally tensed and orgasmed, though not loudly; she made a few prolonged whimpering sounds, arched her back, and moved her ass - first up in a jerky fashion, then down against his hand as he felt her muscles tighten and flutter around his fingers. Once he was sure she was done climaxing, he pulled the vibrator out of her, turned it off, then pulled her down so she sat between his legs and hugged her while she lay her head on his chest, her breathing as uneven and deep as his was moments before. He kissed the top of her head as he began stroking her wiry-looking, though soft, bushy hair.

“Did you enjoy that, Hermione?”

“Yes, yes, I really did.” And, she had. She initially feared that the cum-spanking would become a painful ordeal because she knew Master Kreacher enjoyed her in pain, but Master kept things under control even as he lost control himself, forcing himself into her anus a little faster than was comfortable. Whispering, “Hold me tightly, please, Master,” while she snuggled against him brought her the satisfaction of his arms coming around her firmly as she felt him kiss the top of her head. Her bottom was warm and tingly from the spanking, her anus throbbed a bit and went into little spasms which momentarily increased its throbbing, her pelvic muscles and the muscles of her thighs were jumping in little individual spasms of their own, her nipples were still deliciously sensitive as the hair on her Master's arm rubbed against them, and her clitoris had the most satisfying sensation of – she didn't know what to call it, relaxation? - that she had ever had.

She yawned, and began to give way to her need for a post-orgasm nap as she relaxed in her safe cocoon wrapping consisting of Master Sirius. She felt the bra that bound her wrists together loosen, then fall to the floor. She roused briefly as she was levitated onto the couch, Master lying next to her a moment later and holding her against him. She smiled in her sleepy fog and pulled up to him as she fell into a comfortable slumber.

Sirius lay on his side, his right arm over her, and watched her as she relaxed and quickly fell asleep. He was surprised to find he had enjoyed that little sexual encounter more than when he tied her up and hung her from the ceiling – and he still remembered how exhilarated he had felt the first time he did that to her. He thought about that a bit; he did enjoy tying her up, liked the feeling of power, was excited to see her so helpless, and yet he had just experienced immense sexual release while she was minimally bound and yet submissive to his desires. He had to be wary of Kreacher to keep him in line, and he wondered if that helped her feel safe enough and enjoy the spanking more; he hoped so because he wanted to do that more often. He thought again about Remus, wishing he had come down with them, thinking about how much fun it would have been to share this experience with his old friend. He pushed his sad thoughts about Remus out of his head as he levitated a pillow and blanket from the bed, then relaxed with his Kitten until he fell asleep himself.

Kreacher watched his Master and his Slave as they slept on the couch. He was disgusted by his Master worrying over the girl's feelings and physical well-being. But, he had to admit, he was pleased that his Master would allow him some of his favorite practices such as the spanking and frustrating her sexually. He began to whisper to the two of them, telling them what they should do and how they should act with each other. The Mudblood wasn't going to get away with having his precious punishments taken away. Oh, no, she wasn't. He still didn't like that his Master was refusing him his other pleasures but, no matter, if his subliminal teaching didn't work then, when his Master wasn't around, he planned to continue to gratify himself by using her for his fetishes. He had already decided how he would keep her quiet while making her partake in his sexual pleasures that Master didn't approve of.

His leverage was the blood-traitor named Ginny.

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Authors notes, you may freely skip this:

The vibrating egg I found for this chapter:
http://www.healthyandactive.com/ec156-pink.html
I don't know how a working vaginal vibrator feels to a guy while he's in a girls butt so I had to wing it.
Probably made more of it than real life will provide but, what the heck, this is fanfic!

Orgasm denial/control:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erotic_sexual_denial
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orgasm_control
http://www.bestslavetraining.com/orgasmcontrol.htm

Interesting writing on female orgasm:
http://www.cleansheets.com/coverstories/regentin_12.07.05.shtml

Learn to masturbate:
http://www.sexinfo101.com/kb_mastlad.shtml

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