Sins

A/N: Sorry guys, I didn’t mean to be gone this long. You know how RL can be though, and then stick writer’s block on top of it. However the blocks of ice around this story are quickly melting off my brain so I should be able to update more often, since I have a computer now. I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, Please Rate and Review, and I hope to have the next chapter up for you soon. Also, the nays have it. But for those of you that wanted to see something happen to Snape I have a few things planned for you all. Also Also, I would like to announce that this story, which has thus far been a lot of PWP will soon actually move into a full on plot but there will still be huge amounts of sex, so no worries there. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

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Warnings: Violence, Torture, N/C, anal, voy


13. A Master's cruelty

They had beaten Hermione and Ron to the room, for which Draco was thankful. He didn't want to run the risk of being late. "Kneel in the center of the room just like you practiced. I want you to give a good impression."

Brown sunk to her knees, her thighs spread, her shoulders back and grabbed her ankles. "You should be nicer to me Malfoy. Cause if I piss this guy off I'm not the only one who will be in pain."

Draco bared his teeth at her, his eyes narrowing. "Don't pull this shit with me now Brown. I'm dead serious, I get beat for you acting out on purpose and you will suffer my wrath after our Master is done with you."

She shrunk back at his tone.

Draco eyed her critically, fear pricking up his spine. She was afraid of him, and terrified at the thought of her faceless Master. But once he had a face, and it was one she knew, one she did not fear... the thought that she would do something impulsive caused a lump to form in his throat. "Change of plans Brown."

She looked up at him, hope filling her eyes. "You're not going to make me do this? You're going to let me go?"

"I'm going to blindfold you." He sated, pulling out his wand.

"Blindfold me? Why?"

"I don't need to give you a reason." Draco snapped, flicking his wand as he cast a quick spell which created a blindfold to appear tightly around her eyes.

"Please Malfoy..." She begged, though she didn't move to take off the cloth that had wrapped around her eyes. "I'm already scared, and hurting. Please, just tell me why."

"To make sure you do what you are suppose to do. To make sure you beg sweetly for your Master's touch. If you see him when he first enters you may act in a why that you shouldn't."

"He can make it so I can finally get off right?"

"He will be the only one that will be able to do it. At his command you'll orgasm, even if he's not touching you. But don't think he isn't going to make you work for it."

"I'll do what ever he wants me to do."

"Good to hear." Ron's voice was deadly soft causing Draco to stiffen and Brown to flinch.

"Master." Draco breathed the words, almost afraid to turn around and face the pair that had so expertly snuck up behind him. "I... I must have lost track of time. Forgive me."

Ron crossed into his peripheral vision for a moment before walking toward Brown. He circled her once, slowly taking in the sight of her before kneeling behind. Bringing his right arm around her lithe form to brush his fingers against her sensitive jewel.

She whimpered at his touch, her body arching toward his hand.

"What do you want slut?" He growled in her ear, pinching her heated flesh between his fingers.

"To please you Master." She answered, her hips writhing at the contact. "So that, if I please you enough you'll let me come."

"You want to come slut?"

"Yes Master, so badly."

"Ferret!" Ron snapped, his tone still harsh, his eyes never leaving the quivering body pressed against his own.

Draco's eyes darted to the floor, Ron's tone was not a pleased one and Draco knew how bad things could get if his Master wasn't happy about something. "Yes Master."

"I know this little potion of yours has a trigger. What is it?"

Draco closed his eyes, flinching slightly despite his best efforts to suppress the action. "Master it's... There is a final potion she must take, after she does... she will come on the first word that you utter. Then from there she will always orgasm when you say that word, no matter if you touch her or not." Reaching into the pocket of his slacks he withdrew a small vile of light pink transparent liquid. "I will administer it when ever you wish Master."

"Please, please." Brown begged, her voice strained with need.

"Get on with it then." Ron ordered, he was being harsher then he wanted to be with Malfoy, in truth he was pleased with the blonde's work. However he knew that he couldn't let Brown see any weakness in him her first night as his slave, she had to fear him, and what better way to do that then for her to hear the fear in the other slave's voice.

Draco crossed to the center of the room and crouched down in front of Brown. Uncorking the vile he leaned toward her, his voice a harsh whisper. "You must remain absolutely silent until our Master speaks the command word. If you make even the slightest sound it will ruin the spell and you will never be able to reach orgasm." It was a lie, the first sound she heard, even her own whimpers would become to verbal trigger, but he wasn't going to tell her that. Bringing the vile to her lips he was relieved when she drank the contents without hesitation. If she had fought him it would have meant he had failed, and thus would have been punished. Once the vile was empty he stood slowly and nodded to Ron.

Ron grinned, pressing a single finger past her entrance so that he could feel her body clench and spasm. "Lavender." He whispered in her ear.

Behind the blindfold her eyes widened, the need coiled so tightly at her center exploded so violently that her body jerked wildly, her walls clenching around her Master's finger with such force that it seemed as if her body wanted to crush the intruding appendage. Screams of pleasure erupted past her lips as the final waves of her orgasm crashed into her. "Thank you Master."

Ron chuckled, "you haven't even begun to thank me slut. But you're going to get to spend the rest of the night doing it." He pulled his finger from her core and rubbed it teasingly against her jewel causing her to writhe and whimper.

"Yes Master." She panted.

Ron stood, his eyes on Draco, a wicked smirk crossing his lips. "Assume the position ferret." He commanded.

Draco swallowed hard put did as he was told without hesitation, stripping off his clothes and kneeling, fingers laced behind his head. His mind was racing, trying to figure out what he had done wrong, how he had upset his Master, and then a thought struck him like a physical blow. Hermione had said she would kiss him if he succeeded in breaking Brown by midnight, his lips on hers, no matter how sweet it would taste, was a punishable offence.

Ron watched the two slaves for a moment, Brown was mewing softly, her thighs slick with her own juices, Draco knelt silently, his body tense, but he was just as sexually aroused as Brown. Taking off his clothes he walked over to Draco, his half flaccid member in his hand. "Open your mouth ferret."

Draco swallowed hard but did as his Master commanded without the slightest hesitation. Part of him had wanted this, badly. Draco knew that part of him was more then just a little messed up. His need to please his Master and Mistress both was leading him to thoughts of the burly redhead in a sexual way.The night before he had dreamed of being between them, stretched and filled by his Master while he was buried to the hilt in his Mistress, letting them take their pleasure from his body. He kept his eyes on his master, even as the memories of the dream pressed against his waking mind, adding to the already unbearable ache in his groin.

Ron knew he could have given the command and Draco would have descended on him. He had fought tooth and nail against Harry, but he would willingly submit to him. Leaning down Ron whispered in his ear, "You did good ferret, enjoy your reward."

"Thank you Master." Draco breathed, his heart still hammering in his chest as he watched the red head move back toward Brown.

Hermione had been watching, desire burning in her core. Draco had done exactly as he had promised. Walking silently across the room she looked down at the strong naked back and disheveled blond hair in front of her. "Stand Pet." She commanded.

Draco rose, his fingers still laced behind his head, his breathing was shallow, his heart was pounding in his chest.

Ron stood in front of Brown, his eyes on Hermione and Draco. He'd seen her with Zabini, the poor guy had tried his hardest to please her, but he wasn't the ferret, he didn't live and breath for her the way the blond did. If he was a lesser man Ron knew he would have snapped Draco's neck the first time he'd seen the blond look at her the way he did. Some days he still wanted to beat the life out of the other man for needing his girl so badly, and for making Hermione want him back. Anger tinted his thoughts, and he forced his eyes away from the pair, if he kept watching them he wouldn't be able to stop himself from crossing back to the little ferret and beating him to an inch of his life.

Reaching out he grabbed Brown by the hair, twisting his fingers in the blond locks until she cried out in pain. "Suck me slut." He growled, pulling her face toward his rapidly hardening shaft.

Brown whimpered, tears of pain staining the soft cloth of her blindfold. She felt warm flesh press against her lips and opened her mouth obediently, realizing that Draco hadn't lied to her. Her new Master seemed capable of immense cruelty for no real reason.

Ron pushed himself into her open mouth, forcing her to take him all the way to the base. It felt good to have that kind of power over another person, to feel her tongue and throat work around him as he continued to grow in the hot, wet little mouth. He groaned deep in his throat, his hips beginning to thrust slightly.

Brown placed her hands on his thighs, both to try and steady herself and to gain some small bit of control over what was happening. He was so large that every time he thrust into her mouth she felt herself gag and then she could no longer breath so long as he was lodged inside her throat. With every thrust he was becoming more violent, his fingers ripping hair from her scalp his jewels smacking against her chin with every thrust.

Then, finally, when she thought she would pass out from the pain he pulled her off his shaft, throwing her to the ground.

Coughing softly she lay on the cool stone floor, her body shaking slightly.

Ron knelt between her legs, looking over her small body. She wasn't built like Hermione at all, she had thin hips and almost no curves, her nipples were small her breasts barely big enough to fit in his hand. Growling low in his throat he grabbed Brown by her hips and pressed himself inside her until he felt Resistance. It had never occurred to him that Lavender Brown might be a virgin, that he would have the privilege of deflowering his slave. Leaning over her body he whispered against the curved of her neck, "this is going to hurt." Without another warning he thrust into her, ripping her maiden head and pressing against her cervix.

Brown cried out in pain, her body stiffening, her muscles clenching around the intruding staff that forced its way into her without remorse. "It hurts." She whimpered, her hands balling into fists so tight her nails bit into her palms.

Ron reached out toward his discarded clothes, calling for his wand. Once he had it in hand he cast a spell which caused her to feel as if fingers were rubbing her jewel.

Brown gasped, her back arching, and her hips rocking at the feeling.

Each thrust she made against him brought whimpers of pain and pleasure.

Ron moaned as he began to thrust inside of her, his own movements measured against the erratic thrusts of the girl beneath him. "Do you want to come again slut?" He ground out, feeling his own release building.

"Yes, please, please, I need to so bad." She begged, her hips still moving.

"The minute you put my dick in your ass, and I do mean to the hilt, I'll let you come. But if you don't do it before I get off you'll just have to wait to get off until tomorrow morning at breakfast." He bargained.

Brown gasped out, she didn't think she had it in her to penetrate herself with anything as large as his shaft, but the idea of having an orgasm in the middle of the Great Hall was beyond mortifying. If she did it all in one thrust, she mused, though her mind was clouded with need she knew that if she took too long to push him inside her that she wouldn't be able to do it, not to mention it would more then likely upset him. Taking a deep she dropped her hips as he withdrew toward her entrance, causing his shaft to leave her body entirely.

Reaching out she grabbed his shaft, still slick with her juices and moved so that the tip of it was pressed against tight ring of her back entrance. Whimpering she pushed herself against him, feeling her body resist the hard width she was trying so tentatively to push inside herself. Thrusting back and forth, her fingers still wrapped around his length she finally felt the massive head of his shaft penetrate the tight ring. A cry of pain left her lips as she continued to push him inside her, reminding herself that the widest part of his manhood was the head, and once that was inside her it wouldn't be as bad.

Ron watched as little by little she forced herself to accommodate him. Once the widest part of him was just inside the ring of her flesh, he grabbed her hips, stopping her from moving any farther. "You took to long, you don't get to move any farther until I'm back where I was, so I suggest your hand better start pumping."

Brown whimpered in pain but did as he had commanded, her hand running up and down his length.

Ron groaned, she'd been inexperienced when it came to giving blow jobs and having sex but she seemed to be well versed at using her hands and he quickly found himself building back to the point of release. Finally, just before he felt he would loose control he released her hips. "I'm two seconds from getting off slut, if I'm not all the way inside you by then, you don't get to come tonight."

Brown gasped, her hand stilling on his length as once again tried to pull herself onto him. She'd already gone through the worst part, to be punished for not succeeding at that point was not something she wanted to have happen. She felt him slip deeper into her body and on her second thrust she felt herself hit his pelvis.

Ron looked down at where their bodies met, smirking, he leaned her back, exposing her jewel of the folds of her sex to his gaze, then he slowly slid two fingers inside her, feeling the already impossibly tight hole tighten even farther.

Brown cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Lavender." He stated, instantly feeling her tighten and spasm around his fingers and shaft, milking the orgasm from his own body.

Once he had finished he pulled free of her body, casting a spell that kept his seed from leaking from her body. "Good girl." He muttered as he grabbed his clothes. "I'm done with her for the night." He announced, still keeping his eyes from where he knew Draco and Hermione were, feeling he'd loose control of his anger.

"Master." Draco's voice was soft and pleading and Ron expected to turn and see him standing behind him with eyes filled with fear. Instead, when he turned he saw the blond on his knees, hands behind his head, eyes focused on the far wall. "I'm ready."

"Ready?" Ron almost couldn't believe his eyes.

"I dared to let your girl fuck me. I'm ready for my punishment." He stated evenly.

Ron looked from Draco to Hermione, who was completely dressed and seemed to be watching them both. Crossing to her he put an arm around her back and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You two haven't done anything yet have you?"

Hermione shook her head. "He made it quite clear that he knew the rules, and that he could wait until after he was punished." She responded.

Ron could only nod. The ferret had known he was mad, had even known why, and was willingly waiting for a savage beating. Ron couldn't say he wanted to disappoint. "Accio Whip." He called, and the coiled mass of black leather leapt from it's resting place on the floor and flew to his hand.

Gripping the handle loosely he let the tail drag across the floor as he walked toward the kneeling Draco. "I'm not going to go easy on you tonight ferret." Raising the whip he put all his power behind the first blow, hitting the blond across the lower abdomen as well as his still swollen member.

Draco screamed but remained kneeling, his breath coming in quick pants as the whip fell over and over across his body leaving angry red lines and trails of blood in its wake.

Finally, when Draco thought he would pass out from the severity of the beating, the whip stilled.

Ron looked down at the blond, his body covered in lashes, and realized that his anger had been sated. "How many were there ferret?"

"Thirty." Draco rasped, his throat raw from the screams of pain that left his lips.

Ron shrugged and curled the whip in his hand. "He's all yours love. So is the slut if you want to do anything to her. I'm going to go shower and then go to bed."

"Good night my love." Hermione stated, moving to him and placing a kiss on his lips.

Ron returned the kiss, "Good night." Leaving the room he shut the door behind him, mind and body exhausted, but satisfied as had not been in weeks. The only thing that could make the night better would be to have his beloved crawl into his bed and make love to him before curling up at his side.