Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 14,879
Chapter 13 Edit Date: 12/15/2008
Clean-up editing: 06/05/2009
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This chapter has a surprise in it that I don't think any of you were anticipating, at least, I hope not anyway. I left a tiny hint that it was coming in chapter 11 but I was hoping it was tiny enough you all missed it. *smile* Now you need to figure out what I'm talking about! I left a hint for ya.
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JordenK – Uh, well, I think your answer to your initial worry is in this chapter. What happens in the end, however, is not what you'd expect; I think you'll be feeling two different emotions with the outcome. Don't worry about 'review etiquette', authors love to know what the readers are thinking, it helps guide the story.
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WesleyY7 – I believe I cover some of your questions in this chapter. Hmmm, at least I had the chapter written before you asked them! Yes, suicide was always in there, you just don't know who it will be. Next chapter covers another one of your questions. I'm writing each day! I have to wait for my beta and I'm trying to stay a few chapters ahead. Poor Periculum has to deal with my edits and often I edit after she's approved something.
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Wistful-Stargazer – Love your posts! I see that my warnings really do give some of my story away! Well, chapter 15 should be a good chapter for you though it's a disturbing one to read. Could RL be both, I wonder? You'll have to find out. *smile* It's funny, I keep struggling to make my chapters shorter!
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Chapter 13 – Ambiguously Positive

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Story Date: November 15, 1995

“To conclude this discussion, I am requesting that when any of you leave on an unexpected journey, you notify someone in the Order. If I am unavailable, for whatever reason, then get word to another Order member who will then notify me at their earliest convenience. Therefore, if any of you are contacted by another Order member that they are going on an unexpected trip, please relay that message to me as soon as possible so I may investigate the situation if need be. Is that understood?”

Everyone present – Remus, Tonks, Kingsley, Molly, Arthur, Fred, George, Sirius, Severus, Moody, Dung, Dedalus, Minerva, and Bill – nodded their agreement.

“Good, very good. Please pass this information on to other members who are not present.” Albus looked around the table at everyone, his eyes paying particular attention to Sirius even when he wasn't looking directly at him. Albus knew Severus was also watching Sirius carefully from his usual place in the dark corner of the kitchen.

“Are there any questions? Anything else that needs to be discussed that you can think of?” Albus waited a respectable time before closing the meeting. As everyone got up and prepared to leave, Albus touched Sirius' arm and asked him to stay behind; he noted Sirius stiffen when he asked, but he complied quietly.

Once the three of them were alone, Albus closed the kitchen door magically with a flick of his wand. Sirius stood for a second, looking at the door, before he went and sat down, readying himself for a long, drawn-out session of questioning; preparing himself so he wouldn't slip up like he had with Remus.

Albus looked at him quietly for a long time until Sirius finally asked, “Albus? Would you care to tell me the reason you held me back after the meeting?”

Albus had debated upon how to conduct his line of questioning and finally decided to take the direct approach. “Sirius, would you care to share with us why Remus' memory was modified?”

Sirius sat back in his chair sharply, surprised by Albus' uncharacteristic use of this tactic. “I don't know what you mean.”

“Sirius, we know Remus had his memory modified, the magical residue of the charm was strong upon him, and he gave testimony that showed he had gaps in his memory from an incorrectly performed memory charm. Reviewing his memory in the Pensieve shows the characteristic hazing of the memory where it was modified. How do you explain this?”

“Remus' memory was modified and you're asking me? Why? Maybe he went out and someone accosted him.”

“Molly's memory was not changed, not that we can ascertain. But Remus' was. It is always possible that he left the premises and was 'accosted' as you say. But what could they have done to him that he would need to have his memory modified, do you suppose?”

“I haven't any idea. Any number of things. Have you heard of anything unusual in regards to Remus that he supposedly did?”

“No, there haven't been any reports. It's not a full moon so he couldn't have been used to attack anyone. Had he been used for a crime or heinous act by the other side, I'm reasonably sure they would not bother to modify his memory – they would have killed him instead. Death Eater's are not known for their generosity, nor for their patience. We are at a loss as to why his memory would be modified.” Albus gave Sirius a hard look as he sat back in his chair. “However, both you and Molly were here when the change in his memory began, though neither of you were present that we can see. Molly is not suspect.”

“But I am.”

“Yes.”

There was a long, drawn out silence as Sirius glared, his eyes flicking between Severus and Albus. He was caught off guard by this direct line of questioning, Albus usually alluded to things and drew answers out. Even Severus, when in full spy persona, was capable of prolonged questioning as he coaxed answers out of unwary subjects. That was what he had been preparing himself for, not the use of direct accusation.

“Why would I modify Remus' memory? He's my oldest and closest friend? I feel insulted you would say such a thing.”

“I'm sure you do, Sirius. However, you know there are questions in regards to Miss Granger's disappearance, and now Remus has had his memory modified. It seems suspicious. Did he, perhaps, discover a secret of yours?”

“Albus, I did not do anything to Remus' memory and I did not take Hermione. I wish you would stop asking me about her, I don't have her!”

Severus threw a curve in the questioning, throwing Sirius off. “When you came up from the basement, I could smell sex on you, Black. Were you in the basement masturbating? If so, then the next question is, why? You have a room of your own for privacy, there is no need to use the basement for your......... more corporeal desires.”

“No! I wasn't masturbating in the damned basement! What the fuck kind of question is that? I told you, I was down there looking for a book.”

“You had the odor of woman on you, Black.”

Sirius looked at Severus. He did not expect this. He had just finished fingering Hermione when he went up the basement steps and was confronted by Black whose sense of smell was as notorious as Remus'. He looked at Snapes nose and snorted.

“Well, if I had the smell of woman on me, I guess I wasn't masturbating then, was I? And you're wrong about that is all I can say, Snivellus. *I* didn't think you *knew* what a woman smelled like.”

Severus readjusted his crossed arms at the implied insult. He had hoped to make Black nervous with his comments, hoping he would accidentally give away a crucial piece of information, but Black was just a little too sharp for the use of that line of questioning. He took note that Black knew how to Occlude, though crudely, and was successful in keeping him out of his memories. He knew Albus was attempting to see into Black's memories as well, and equally unsuccessfully. Severus took in an irritated breath. It appeared that any use of Legilimency on Black would have to be overt and with the use of a wand.

Albus glanced at Severus, glad he was able to keep his temper at the slight thrown at him by Sirius. He leaned forward, his arms resting on the table. “Sirius, we need to find out what happened to Remus that someone would want to modify his memory. It's too dangerous to try and extract his true memories, as you are aware, without harming Remus permanently. I would appreciate it if you would, as the Muggles say, 'fess up', and tell us what we need to know.”

Sirius slammed his fist on the table. “I can't 'fess up' because I don't know what happened to Remus. I wasn't there when this supposedly happened to him. What does he say happened that makes you think his memory was modified?”

Albus took in a deep breath, then sat back slowly. “Sirius, I already told you that we viewed his memory in the Pensieve and his memory has the unmistakable signs of a poorly performed modification. What we don't know is, who did it and why.”

Sirius stood up stiffly, his anger evident on his face. “Look, I didn't do it. I didn't harm my best friend, okay? I didn't take Hermione, either. I'd appreciate it if you would get off my back about that. She ran off for whatever reason. Now, I'm going. I'm not taking this line of questioning from you as if I'm a prisoner. I'm not in Azkaban anymore and I'm not going to be treated as if I am.”

Sirius turned and made for the door, but he found it would not open for him. He spun around and stared at Albus, his hand in his pocket around his wand. Sirius saw that Severus had his wand out reflexively; Albus, on the other hand, merely remained seated, calmly watching Sirius.

Sirius snarled, “Let me go, Albus.”

“Sirius, please consider what you have done.” The blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore never wavered from Sirius' face, his face remaining impassive.

“I've done nothing. Now, let me go.”

“Sirius...”

“I've! Done! Nothing! Now let me go, damn it!” Sirius punched the door in frustration.

“Sirius, I'm going to ask you to not leave this house, not at all. I know you've been leaving each day, though I have not been able to ascertain your whereabouts when you do leave. I am now going to request, formally, that you stay in this house at all times.”

“How the hell do you know I'm leaving this house, Albus?” Sirius felt anger rise up in his chest.

“As you know, many charms have been placed on this house. I added a few more when Miss Granger disappeared so that I would know when certain people come and go. One such charm is directed towards Harry, of course. And, obviously, one has been placed on your person as well.”

Sirius stood deadly still and stared at Albus. Did he know when Kreacher left? Surely not, he'd never suspect Kreacher leaving. That meant one thing, only Kreacher could take Hermione out each day and he'd have to stay indoors. 'Fuck it all to hell!'

“Yes, I go out. I never said I didn't. I just need to get out of this hideous house my parents called home. Are you telling me I'm stuck in this house without reprieve from the memories of my old home? You accuse me falsely and then punish me like the Ministry all those years ago?”

Albus sighed deeply, his face troubled. “Sirius, I don't want to accuse you, but circumstantial evidence points to you. I don't mean to punish you, but I have to worry about the safety of the Order members and the accidental discovery of this hideout due to possible carelessness on your part. We have enough trouble as it is with the coming and going of members of the Order who are not being actively sought by the Ministry.”

“Let me go, Albus.”

Albus' eyes never wavered from Sirius'. “I will, with the express promise that you will not leave this house without an escort.”

“An 'escort', huh? You mean Moody or fucking Snivellus, don't you?”

Albus ignored the insults. “Yes, I mean Alastor or Severus, Sirius. I also include Kingsley as a suitable chaperon for you. I implore you to comply with my request.”

Sirius threw his arms up in the air in frustration. “Fine, Albus, fine! I'll stay in this rotten, god-damned house! Happy? I won't leave the house unless I have my armed guard present! You've damned me for nothing, Albus.”

Sirius heard the lock click on the door. He turned and swung it open, then slammed it as he left. He saw some of the other Order members still in the hallway, looks of curiosity on their faces; he didn't acknowledge them as he turned the corner and went up the steps to his room, seething with anger.

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“Your thoughts, Severus?”

“He's lying.”

“Yes. Yes. I have that feeling as well. However, it is most unfortunate that we are unable prove it, which means we must proceed with caution.”

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Sirius didn't know why he was so angry since he was, of course, guilty of all charges. Yet, it angered him that they had no proof and were still accusing him. It was just like the Ministry officials all those years ago. True, he readily plead guilty because he thought he was guilty in the deaths of his friends in a round about way due to switching Secret-Keepers, but he felt the Ministry still should have investigated the situation further before they condemned a twenty-one year old man to life in Azkaban. Hell, it was their fucking duty to be thorough and make sure they had all the facts before proceeding with a conviction! But, as usual, the Ministry took the easy way out and proved themselves the joke they truly were.

He sat down on his bed heavily, his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped together loosely and his head hanging down in defeat. Twelve years, twelve miserable years he had waited in that prison and not one of his friends came to visit the whole time, no-one even tried to sway the Ministry. Everyone had let him down. And now, they wanted to take his Kitten away from him, the only good thing he had right now. They never would have let him have her in the first place, prompting him to take her for his own. And, if she were pregnant with his child, it would probably be the only heir he would ever have, though he wouldn't be able to legally claim the child for many years to come, if at all. He lay back on the bed. How had everything become so complex and dangerous? He never expected all this suspicion on himself. He never expected everyone to keep looking for her like they were, he thought they'd do for her like they had done for him – forget about her once they were sure she was gone.

Sirius turned onto this side, wiping a tear from his face as he curled up into a ball. He felt old, far older than his thirty-five years. And for the first time in his adult life, he wished he could go back in time and change everything. He hadn't even felt this low while in fucking Azkaban.

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Late that night, Sirius made sure to double the wards on his bedroom door before he had Kreacher pop him down to the slave room (he was beginning to question the title of the room but it *was* what his parents had called it) so he could attend to his Kitten. She lay curled up on her side, pulled up in the bed so that her arms were down over her partially exposed breasts – he thought it looked as if she had unsuccessfully tried to pull her shirt down at some point.

He reached down to rouse her, then stopped his hand in mid-air before pulling back and standing up after a momentary pause. She looked peaceful and he thought she very obviously needed the sleep. He felt between her legs and checked the bed to make sure it was dry (sometimes she couldn't wait for them to get back to her), then pulled the covers over her. He sat down in the chair that was next to the bed and watched her as she snuggled into the covers, thinking about what he should do with her. Remus had begged him not to 'get rid of her or harm her', as if he would do something like that, and to 'let her go' when he was 'done with her'. He just didn't know if he'd ever be 'done with her'; he wanted to keep her forever. He put his chin in his hand and thought about how young she was and how he couldn't possibly keep her down here, isolated, forever – especially if she were to have a baby. And what about that? A baby? Was he prepared to act as midwife to a terrified girl in labor when he had never seen a child born himself? What if something went wrong?

He shifted uncomfortably. What if something did go wrong? He wasn't sure of all the things that were possible but he was aware of bleeding and infection as possibilities. What if she had trouble pushing the baby out? He had heard of instances where a woman couldn't push an infant out. What if the cord was around the baby's neck? He looked at her again, trying to decide what to do. 'Well, I've got at least five more months to decide, don't I? And women HAVE been doing this since the beginning of man, and there's more chance of things going right than wrong, anyway.'

He watched her attempt to roll over in the bed, getting her wrists tangled together as she sleepily attempted to right them. He stared at the cuffs for a long while before flicking his wand and releasing her. She immediately brought her arms down and curled up on her other side so her back was facing him. He didn't think she would try to escape anymore and wasn't worried about her committing suicide, either. If she did escape, he supposed he was prepared to deal with the consequences, but he really didn't think she'd try to leave him. 'Here's to saluting good old Stockholm Syndrome, I guess.' He got up, then bent down over her and gave her a light kiss on her temple before standing and slowly walking towards the door.

He called quietly for Kreacher, then had him bring him back to his room. He looked around and went over to a picture of him and his friends plastered prominently on the wall, touching the moving image sadly. How he wished he could go back to when this image was taken. He touched Remus' image and murmured, “I'm sorry, old friend,” before walking away, his shoulders slumped.

He decided to take a shower before getting ready for bed. He had long since stopped forcing Hermione from licking him clean and he didn't allow Kreacher to make her do it anymore, either. While washing his privates he got an erection, then thought about the fact that he hadn't used his Kitten as he had intended. Kreacher was right, he was getting soft on her. He should have aroused her and used her, she had plenty of time to sleep while he was away; he knew she had no idea if it was day or night out while in there so it wouldn't matter when he woke her. He closed his eyes and thought of her lovely tits and the smell of her snatch. He liked her taste and was glad for it, he knew some guys had a huge hang-up over oral sex, but he found he enjoyed it a great deal. She wasn't the first girl he had tasted, but she was the first he had truly relished. He frowned, actually, the few women he had performed oral sex on were just that, women. In their twenties, one was in her thirties. His Kitten wasn't even eighteen yet and was at least twenty years his junior. He shrugged, what did that matter? In some countries, men in their sixties married girls who were thirteen; he, at least, wasn't that depraved. He frowned, trying to imagine a sixty-year-old Muggle man with a thirteen-year-old girl and was disgusted with the thought. Sick fucks. Wasting that girl's life because he was a dirty old man. He stopped short; was he a 'dirty old man'? He felt in the prime of his life and he really wasn't that much older than Hermione, not for a wizard. No, he wasn't some sort of pervert. He actually loved his Kitten.

He dried off and threw on his boxers and a bathrobe, then walked back to his room. He looked down the hall at Hermione's room and thought briefly of grabbing some more stuff from there for her but decided against it, he couldn't risk being caught in there and couldn't chance things being noticed missing. He smiled when he remembered her hugging her bathrobe when he first brought it down to her - she had told him later that her mum had bought it for her and that she imagined her mum giving her hugs when she wore it. He frowned, that reminded him of how young she was. 'Stop it! She is young, but she's sixteen now! She's old enough! Girls get married at younger ages than that, for crying out loud!' His inner eye saw that sixty-year-old, dried-up mass of wrinkles trying to keep it up as he attempted to enter a tight, thirteen-year-old virgin. He shuddered. 'Stop it!'

He turned and entered his room after dropping the wards, closed his door and reinstated the wards. He turned and saw Kreacher in the room, ready to take his dirty clothes away. He stood there awhile and looked at Kreacher, who stared back questioningly.

“Kreacher, you have to do anything I tell you, don't you? Because you are a Black house elf, you have to do what I want. Isn't that so?” Sirius' voice was quiet.

“Yes, Master.” Kreacher's voice was matter-of-fact. He wondered what his Master wanted him to do that he would be clarifying his duty to him.

Sirius removed his shorts and bathrobe, then laid down on his bed. “Kreacher, you're about to take care of my more carnal needs. Come over here.” Sirius couldn't believe he was telling his old family house elf to perform oral sex on him, it both disgusted and excited him. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt his dick getting hard as he listened to Kreacher approaching.

Kreacher walked over to the bed and, as he looked at his Master's erection jutting up in the air, he felt a stirring in his own groin and rubbed himself unconsciously.

Sirius' voice was barely above a whisper. “Come on, Kreacher. Do me like Hermione does.”

Without hesitation, Kreacher climbed onto the bed and positioned himself in between Sirius' legs, then reached down and began to masturbate his Master, his face expressionless but his wide-open, calculating eyes on Sirius. Sirius jumped when Kreacher first touched him and sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth, his feelings of disgust almost overwhelming him; then, he closed his eyes as he felt Kreacher's fingers working him just right and began to relax.

“Damn, Kreacher. Fuck!” he breathed as he grabbed at the sheets with his hands. “Use your mouth,” he commanded, his voice shaky as he felt Kreacher's warm mouth slowly suck him in, his hips bucking to meet Kreachers face.

“Gods! Oh fuck! I wish I had made you do this long ago! Fuck! Suck me dry! That's it, suck me! Suuuuck meeeee!” His voice was now a tight, hissed whisper as he shook his head back and forth with his eyes shut tightly while Kreacher did an agonizing, very deliberate, slow blow until his dusky purple, very hard, frustrated cock finally spurted powerfully down Kreachers throat; Sirius was nearly weeping with need, his body shaking and wriggling on the bed as his hands pulled on the sheets and his hips slowly gyrated in sync to Kreacher's mouth and tongue as he was given one of the best blow jobs of his life.

Kreacher silently swallowed, masturbating himself as he did his Master's bidding, his eyes never leaving his Master's face. Oh, no, they didn't. [1]

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Hermione awoke the next morning and lay still for a while, her bladder feeling as if it were going to explode. She still felt embarrassed if she urinated on herself and tried desperately to keep from having a bowel movement because she feared Kreacher would use it on her. She rolled over and squeezed her legs together, then put her hand between her legs in an effort to hold the urine in.

Suddenly, she realized her hands were free from the chains. She sat up and quickly ran to the bathroom, urinating a long, powerful stream into the toilet as she felt her bladder empty and gave out a sigh. Once the crisis was over, she walked back to the bed thoughtfully as she rubbed her wrists. When were the cuffs removed from her? Did Master do that? If so, he must have come back, but why didn't he wake her? She had been looking forward to sex with him, wanting him on top of her and making her cum - they had 69'd in the past, but he had never done it like *that* before and she had enjoyed herself immensely (well, except for the part when he shoved himself into her mouth too deeply, but she could forgive him for that because he probably got too excited and didn't know he was doing it until he heard her gagging).

She closed her eyes, remembering her dreams as she began to absently play with her nipples. Both of her Master's were in each dream, Master Kreacher narrating them, telling her what to do. She dreamed of him sucking on her nipples deliciously until she came, she was sure she came in her sleep more than once but couldn't fathom why she wouldn't wake up to such strong physical reactions if the dreams were true. She dreamed of Master swinging her through the air while she was hogtied, his hands grabbing at her titties as she squirted milk all over; she still feared being swung from the ceiling like that but could tell Master really liked doing it to her. Master Kreacher's voice had made her watch Master's face as he tied her up and swung her and she saw how much he enjoyed it; Master Kreacher told her to suggest that Master do that to her and she dreamed that she handed him the ropes. She dreamed about putting a vibrator into Master, but one that didn't look like the ones he used on her, it was shaped differently with a flat end on it – she wondered what the vibrator did for a man in his butt. She frowned as the pondered how she knew about a strange vibrator she had never seen before.

Those dreams bothered her. Why was Master Kreacher talking all through them? Why were all of her dreams about sex? And not the loving sex you read about in love stories, but the wild stuff she had never considered before she came to headquarters. What on earth made her dream about squirting milk, and dream as if it were something wonderful to do? Thinking about that made her wonder what her milk tasted like. Even though the racy dreams disturbed her, she found she looked forward to them and sometimes wished the dreams would become reality, her body squirming as she thought about them during the day.

She opened her eyes and saw the secret door straight in front of her, she dropped her hands from her breasts and walked over to it. She couldn't see the door but she knew it was there. She stared at the invisible door for a long time before touching the wall, knowing the edges of the door would not appear but wanting to touch it all the same. She wondered if she could somehow chip a hole in the wall and escape. Then, she thought about Sirius and turned to sit down at the dining room table. Did she want to leave him? If she escaped, he would be confined away from her; he might even go to Azkaban again and she couldn't bear having that happen to him. She saw him as a man torn between so many conflicting emotions that he had difficulty dealing with them, she truly believed he didn't take her out of malice and she didn't want to cause him harm for the same reason. Having him sent to Azkaban would ruin him and she just couldn't do that. Would the others let them be together if she begged them? She wondered if she could fabricate some type of story that would leave him out of the equation but knew that Veriteserum or some other form of potion or magic would be used on her and her story would unravel.

Besides, she was enjoying her time with him now. True, he was still dominating, but he showed he cared and worried for her safety. She liked him playing the strong, domineering male while she was the submissive female; in a way, she liked him holding her down and tying her up and telling her what to do, though she still had problems with fear creeping in. It was Master Kreacher she truly feared: he seemed to make Master do frightening things when they were together and he still liked to do awful stuff to her when they were alone; she was disturbed to think that she wasn't quite so upset with Kreacher's ways, not like she used to be. She still drew the line when it came to her doo-doo, though she began to find this thought appealing in some ways as well; she definitely still hated having it smeared on her face, but her body was a different story – if only doo-doo didn't smell, then it wouldn't be so bad.

She thought about how lonely she was. All she had were the books to read and Master Kreacher and Master to talk to and look forward to visits from; usually though, all they did were some type of sex acts while together. Yesterday had been the exception to the rule when it came to no sex outside, though she hoped that they continued to do that from now on; she really meant it when she said she wanted to do Master in public. She felt a tingling in her loins as she thought of yesterday and wondered if Master planned to do that with her later again today. She really did hope he would follow-up on his comment about making her do him outside while naked; she didn't know why, but the thought of being naked outside and the the possibility of getting caught excited her. She didn't want to get caught, not really, but it was just the thought of the possibility of getting caught she found so appealing.

For some reason, she pictured getting caught masturbating outside by a group of guys and having them force themselves on her, she closed her eyes as she imagined being forced into hours of depraved sex acts with them as she begged for mercy. Maybe being caught wouldn't be such a bad thing if she made sure a bunch of drunk twenty-year-olds got hold of her. She frowned, 'What has gotten into me to make me think such thoughts?' She knew that being forced was being raped, did she really want to be raped by a bunch of sloppy drunks who would maul her body mercilessly as they pounded into her without restraint? She shook her head. No, no she didn't want any of that, not for real; but the thought of a bunch of them doing naughty things to her was exciting and she began to respond physically to her thoughts. She suddenly wished Master was down here touching her now as she felt moisture sliding between her legs. At least Sirius tried to give her pleasure, a bunch of drunk twenty-year-olds would probably harm her. She thought again about Sirius as she squirmed in her seat. 'Here I go, thinking about mindless sex with him when just a few moments ago I was complaining to myself that that was all he came down here for.'

But, no, she was wrong. Master didn't come down to only have sex with her, he did come down to talk and they had read a book together a few times on the couch (which turned into wild make-out sessions before long). He also came down to make sure she ate. She didn't know why he felt the need to tie her hands behind her back while he fed her, but she was getting used to it. She sighed. Sirius (she found herself calling him both Master and Sirius in her mind lately, she figured due to going out each day with the rule of not calling him Master outside) was trying to be a more well-rounded – boyfriend? - to her. He did seem to have the sexual appetite of a teen (she had read somewhere that married couples averaged sex 2-3 times a week and he was definitely a 1-2 times a day guy) and she wondered if he'd slow down any time soon. Maybe, once he had full access to her, he'd want sex even more each day or maybe he'd start to act like a married man and only want it a few times a week; she wasn't sure how she felt about either way. She wondered if his sexual appetite really was due to being locked up in Azkaban for so long at such a young age; she couldn't really fault him if that was the case. Would he have been a less volatile lover if he hadn't been imprisoned?

Could he tell she often acted excited when she wasn't? She worried about that because she didn't want to hurt his feelings. True, the acting was becoming less of an act as time went on as she became accustomed to his desires and feared him less, but still, if it were up to her, they would do a little more 'old time movie love sex' than the spanking, wild sex he preferred. She closed her eyes as she imagined him lying on top of her, giving her gentle kisses of love, and sighed. Suddenly, it dawned on her that maybe he would get bored with her since he didn't seem to like her version of sex much. Hmmm, would that be a good thing? Would he go for Ginny instead? She decided she had better make sure he stayed interested in her sexually until she could escape or he let her go.

And there was another problem to consider. Would he ever let her go? She looked down at her tummy and rubbed it. She was pregnant, she just knew it. She hadn't wanted children until she was in her thirties, maybe even forties, but now that she was pregnant, she found that she really wanted the baby. Sirius said he didn't want a baby, at least 'not now'. If he could make her abort, it sounded as if he would force her to. But he said she may be too far along to do it safely. At least he was thinking of her safety and wasn't going to force her to try and abort with a potion. She sat up suddenly. Would he try to make her go to a Muggle abortion clinic? Did they do that when you were four months along? What if he told them she was only three months along? She swallowed nervously. She'd be too afraid to argue the matter, knowing he would punish her once they got back here. She definitely did not want to be punished.

She felt her eyes burning as she struggled to keep from crying. Her life was completely controlled by her two Masters. She couldn't even decide if she wanted to keep her baby. If they said she had to abort somehow, she had no choice. She was scared of that, she didn't know exactly how they got rid of babies in the Muggle world but she thought it was with a little vacuum cleaner of some sort. She was sure that would hurt, to have the inside of your uterus vacuumed. Maybe they give something to numb the woman? She hoped so.

She got up from the table and walked over to the bookshelves, trying to find a book of interest, maybe there was one about pregnant women. She doubted it but looked anyway and found she was correct – no books on pregnancy. She finally decided upon a book called “Advanced Rune Translation” and sat down to study. She thought about pretending she was in a Hogwarts classroom but decided that would depress her, so she just sat on the couch and began reading, wishing she had a roll of parchment so she could take notes.

That was how Sirius found her when he came down with Kreacher a few hours later, on the couch fast asleep with the book in her lap. He chuckled as he stood looking at her, then bent down and carefully removed the book from her lap before it slid onto the floor. She roused as the book began to pull on her arms that were lying on top of it, doing a full-body stretch as she yawned.

“Oh! Hi, Sirius!” She stretched her limbs and yawned again.

“Not a very interesting book?” he asked as he put it down on the table next to the couch. He took note she called him by his first name and began to wonder if Kreacher was right, that she would begin to rebel. Was this a form of subtle rebellion on her part? He had made it clear she could only call him Sirius while outside. He frowned as he thought about this.

“Oh, it was, I just drifted off while reading. Am I allowed a quill and parchment so I may take notes?” She pulled herself up from the lying down position she was in as Sirius sat down next to her, her static-filled hair crackling as she did so. She was not looking at him as he frowned so she did not know something was wrong.

“I don't see why not, I'll have Kreacher bring some to you.”

She looked at him quietly, his voice seemed somewhat stiff to her all of a sudden and she wasn't sure if that meant something of significance or not.

“Master, did you take the chains off of me?” She raised her wrists as she nodded her head towards the bed.

He looked at her wrists silently. “Yes, I did.” He reached over and rubbed one of her wrists gently.

“You, um, you weren't afraid I'd escape?”

“I admit that I worried you would try.”

“And?”

“And? And what? I didn't think you would be successful because this room has many powerful enchantments on it. Don't attempt to escape, hon, I don't want you harmed.” He had begun to rub her other wrist, his fathomless gray eyes on her as he spoke.

She considered what he said. “I'd be hurt if I tried to escape?”

He shifted as he laid her hand in her lap. “Yes. This room was where my parents kept their slaves, they had it very heavily fortified magically to thwart escape.”

“They kept slaves? In here?” She looked around the room, it looked too nice to have been where his parents would keep slaves – they seemed more like stone dungeon type of people if she were to judge by his mother's portrait.

He looked around the room, following her eyes. “Babe, I redecorated for you. This place is far more appealing now than it was.”

“Oh.”

She looked at him and saw he had a paper bag in his lap. He saw where she was looking and opened the bag, reaching in to pull something out. “Hermione, do you think you could brew this potion? It should only take two hours of brew time.” He was handing her a piece of paper with instructions written on it.

She looked at the paper before taking it from him and reading it briefly.

“Yes, it looks simple enough. It's straight brewing without tricky timing or special noxious ingredients.” She looked up at him questioningly. “What is it?”

“It's the potion to tell us if you are pregnant or not.”

“Oh.”

She sat there and thought about how, in a few hours time, she would know for sure what she suspected. She was afraid it would confirm her suspicions, but also afraid it would not.

“Sirius?”

“Hmm?”

“You had mentioned charms to figure out who the father was, if I am, you know, pregnant.” He watched as she nervously began playing with her hair and nibbling on her lower lip.

“Yes?”

“These charms, are they done before or after the baby is born?”

“Before, you have to be between twenty and thirty weeks pregnant before those scan charms work properly. I'm not sure what the reasoning is for that so don't ask me, maybe you can find it in a book. I just know the three main charms used during pregnancy: the Paternity, Gonad, and the Fetal Growth Charm. We can do all three once we figure out your due date and are sure you are beyond the twenty week range. I suppose we should pull out a calendar and do some counting.”

“Will the charms work if the father is, um, if, uh...”

Reading her mind, he told her, “Baby, I told you, the father can't be Kreacher.”

She looked down at he hands. “Did you ask him?”

Sirius sighed. “Kreacher!”

Kreacher suddenly appeared before them. “Master?”

Sirius turned to look at the elf. “Kreacher, have you performed the charm upon yourself to keep from impregnating Hermione? Each time you entered her?”

Kreacher gave a look of great indignation. “Of course.”

“Always? Each and every time?”

“Of course.”

Kreacher disappeared with a look of disgust at the implications of what Sirius was implying.

Sirius turned his gray eyes towards Hermione. “There, you see? I told you. Notice how disgusted he was at the thought of what would happen if he hadn't? I'm telling you, the only worry we have is whether the child belongs to me or Ron. Please, sweetie, let that be one less worry on your mind.”

Hermione sat silently for a moment as she fiddled with her hair. Her eyes went to what was in his lap. “Well then, I take it that what's in the bag are the ingredients?” He nodded silently. “I guess we should go to the dining room table to start preparing them.”

They walked over to the table and she dumped the ingredients out: Ginger root, pomegranate seeds, kiwi, lemon, pineapple, red clover, nettle leaves, raspberry leaves, false unicorn root, dong quai, damiana, ginseng, and willow tree bark amongst some other ingredients that she wasn't sure of but which were in labeled bottles. She began to dice the kiwi as the instructions stated, grated the lemon peel off the lemon then sliced the lemon, the whole pineapple was to be used, including the leaves, and Sirius cut it up for her as she demonstrated. Once all of the ingredients were prepared, Sirius levitated the cauldron over and poured six liters of water into it. Sirius began a flame beneath the cauldron for her, then watched as she dropped in the onions and false unicorn root into the water while it was still cold. She stirred the water clockwise six times, then counter-clockwise twice with a copper stirrer.

Once the water began to simmer, she added the red clover and pineapple leaves then stirred the concoction with a glass stirrer as indicated in the instructions. When the water began to boil she added in the shredded ginseng, the damiana, willow tree bark, and ginger root while stirring thirty-seven times counter-clockwise with a wooden stirrer. A few minutes later, the pineapple core was added followed by some nutmeg, saffron, and a frozen, cleaved Ashwinder egg that made the developing potion belch and nearly bubble over violently, prompting Sirius to grab her in alarm and pull her away. She pulled out of his grasp and quickly stirred the concoction with the glass stirrer, then slowly added the rest of the ingredients in the order the instructions gave while stirring in a figure-eight pattern with a crystal stirrer (she didn't know where Sirius got the crystal stirrer, they were fairly rare due to their tendency to crack while stirring boiling liquids, but she supposed he had to find one somewhere since the recipe called for it). She finally added the last ingredient – salt, then had Sirius lower the fire so that the potion would simmer.

Sirius stood there and looked at Hermione. He didn't know how she could say that the potion was an easy one to brew but who was he to argue? He guessed being away from school so long allowed him to forget how difficult potions could be, and yet, the subject had seemed so easy for him when he was a student. One thing he didn't remember was any of the girls in his class looking sexy as they brewed their potions, but he thought Hermione looked damned sexy with her hair curling about her face from the steam rising out of the cauldron as she leaned over it, and with her shirt sticking to her from her sweat. He walked over behind her and put his arms around her.

“Now what happens?”

“We wait. It brews for exactly 128 minutes. Then it has to be strained. Then, um, then we use it while it is warm.”

“128 minutes, huh? That's quite a bit of time, now, isn't it?” He brought his hands up to her breasts and began to squeeze. She brought her head back against him and put her hands on his.

“Yes, it is. Do you think you can fill in the time while we wait?” She was a little disappointed, she had hoped he'd save the sex for later. Here she was, worried over whether or not she was pregnant and he wanted sex. She sighed.

“Oh, yes, I think I can. Babe, it's been a while since I tied you up like I like to. I want to do that now.” He pulled her shirt off and continued to fondle her.

She let him play with her body. On one hand, she liked the thought of it just for varieties sake, yet on the other she wasn't too keen on him restraining her because she didn't know how far he would go with the things he would do to her and force her to do to him. She knew she had no choice either way and she wished she had the courage to refuse without the fear of being punished. She reasoned that he didn't hurt her when he did those things to her, she may be uncomfortable, but she wasn't in bad pain when he performed those acts upon her; and it was kind of exciting to be tied up, though being forced to do some of the things he wanted wasn't all that much fun. Still, she knew conditions could be worse and she never wanted to deal with “the big stuff” again [2]. If he did something she didn't like, she'd just act as if she loved everything he was doing to her so that she wasn't punished and so he'd stay interested in her. 'Besides', she thought again, 'he doesn't really hurt me, not for real.' She put her arms around his neck and pushed her ass into his groin, then kissed his neck to answer him. He growled as he kissed her neck, then scooped her up and carried her to the center of the room as she giggled and squealed.

She watched as Kreacher was preparing the scene, and she had a feeling this encounter was preplanned. She saw him lay down a sheer minidress with a lace band that would go over her breasts attached to a lace collar by delicate, yet strong silver chains and a matching chain-crotch thong [3]; some thigh-length stay-up black stockings; black high-heeled shoes; some bars and rope; a wooden podium with chains near it on the floor, the dreaded nipple clips, and some things contained in a bag. Tentatively, she reached out and picked up the minidress, checking to see how she would put it on, then looked up questioningly at Sirius; he motioned for her to put it on and she saw his eyes were glued on the outfit with great interest. She removed her clothes, folding them and putting them on the couch then, silently, she slipped into her lingerie, stockings, and heels while Sirius took his clothes off and put on a leather loin cloth. She was taken back by his wearing an outfit, usually he was naked or in his clothes, he had never dressed in what she considered 'sex clothes' before. She stared at the loin cloth and the trail of hair that thickened as it disappeared underneath, thinking he looked damned sexy in it while he stood there, leering at her, thinking how sexy she was in her sheer minidress with her young, plump tits jutting out proudly and those sexy high-heeled pumps making her legs curve sensually. He knew she had no idea how sexy she was at that moment, and for some reason, that excited him more.

Boldly, she reached out and grabbed him through his outfit, feeling the outline of his nice hard shaft with both hands; he allowed her to feel him up a moment before smiling and grabbing her arms with his strong hands, spinning her around and pulling her arms behind her. She whimpered with desire as he brought his hands up and roughly mauled her breasts for a few moments while whispering filthy things into her ear. His large hands slid the lace that covered her down so that it shelved under her breasts, exposing them, while the outfit's chains held the lace up in just the right places, accentuating her curves nicely. He looked down from his vantage point behind her and admired her breasts a moment as he bent his head down and licked her neck and ear (she always practically melted when he flicked his tongue into her ear) while his hands explored the thong's chain as it slid around her privates; he then thrust and ground his pelvis into her ass while growling loudly, his wet hands coming up to envelop, then pull on her tits while her hands rubbed him enticingly through his leather as he continued to grind himself into her.

She gasped with unexpected excitement as he tied her wrists behind her with rope to the metal bar she had seen earlier, then attached the bar to a chain suspended from the ceiling so that she was forced forward as her arms were pulled taut; he leaned her over the wooden podium and cuffed her feet to chains on the floor, forcing her legs open wide; she could feel the chain of the thong pulling and sliding along her clit, between her petals, and against her anus as it became even more coated with her juices. She was breathing heavily and her heart was fluttering about wildly in her chest as her birthday collar was connected to two long chains attached to the floor in front of her, preventing her from standing or turning. She wondered a little fearfully what they were going to do to her, she had never been forced over a podium before.

Kreacher walked slowly up to her and laved his tongue along her chest, wetly following the mounds and valley of her body before he sucked and pulled on her nipples for a few moments as she felt Sirius massaging her ass and following the chain embedded in her wetness with his hands, making her rear up for him more than she already was; she found that wearing the high heels made it difficult for her to keep her back from arching. She watched as Kreacher began preparing the nipple clips, then took in a deep breath as she closed her eyes, preparing herself for an onslaught of pain as Kreacher put the clips on her, then added weights; her eyes popped open when she felt the first clip slide onto her - she was amazed because, while they did hurt enough to make her wince, they didn't cause the excruciating pain they usually did; she looked at him in surprise as he dangled the last weight, but he didn't acknowledge her. He spent a moment licking around the clips as he twisted and pulled on the weights, listening to her purring her appreciation of his attentions as she closed her eyes; even though the clips hurt a little, it still felt good to have him tonguing her like that. While she was concentrating on Kreacher's long tongue twining around her nipples, she suddenly felt Sirius hit her with a flogger, making her eyes spring open as she jumped and squealed. She saw Kreacher smile brightly at her as he began to masturbate himself, his tongue still flicking her clipped and weighted nipples.

'Remember, they aren't going to hurt me, not for real. They aren't going to hurt me. They aren't going to hurt me.'

“Did that feel good, slut?” Thwap!

“Y-yes, Master.”

“Say it louder, slut.” Thwap!

“Yes, Master. That felt good.”

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Her body jumped with each flog even though none were particularly painful. She felt Master rubbing her bottom lightly before he flogged her some more.

“Yes, that's my good Slave. My sex slave. My slut. My bitch that I can do anything I want to. My whore that does my bidding for me. My bitch I can fuck in any hole. My Slave. Mine.” He continued to talk this way as he lightly rubbed her back, butt, thighs, belly, and breasts while he spoke; his voice alternating between a hoarse growl and a soft, hushed whisper. She felt him giving her back and butt a few kisses as he spoke as well.

She tried to turn and look at him. He had promised not to call her a slave unless she made him angry! Was he angry with her? She looked around for a wet pillowcase but didn't see one. She thought he almost sounded as if he were talking himself into believing something. Suddenly, he moved round to face her as he stepped between the chains that held her collar to the floor, his impressive erection tenting his loin cloth in front of her eyes. He bent down to look at her face, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up more.

“Do you like being my Slave?”

“Yes, Master. Yes, I like being a good Slave to you.”

She didn't dare ask him why he was calling her slave. She was sure he had promised not to call her that unless he was angry with her. He didn't seem angry, so now she was confused.

He leaned forward so they could kiss, their tongues joining and dancing intimately before he stood up, pulled his erection free of his loin cloth, and continued to hold her hair with one hand, using the other to guide his dick into her mouth. He began to hump into her, every once in a while pushing himself as deep into her throat as he could and holding it there until she began to protest when she needed to breathe. Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, shove deep, and hold while pulling hard on her hair as she gagged and fought to pull back, tears forming in her eyes. He'd never forced oral sex on her like this before, he'd never made her gag on purpose. The way he was doing it now caused fear to well up in her; she wondered if he wanted her to feel that way, but she didn't know why.

“That's it, my baby whore. Take it in deep.” His voice was spoken in a low, strangled growl as if he was using great restraint; his arms shook as he pulled on her hair which was starting to cause her considerable discomfort.

While she was busy pleasing Master orally, she felt Kreacher's nose snuffling her privates, then his fingers began to explore her; she could hear her juices being stirred as he moved the chain about, his fingers smearing her wetness along her ass and down her thighs as his nose continued to sniff and move about her fragrant cleft of flesh. Shortly, his lips and tongue joined his nose and began rooting around her gently before he began to give long, strong licks along her petals while also rimming her softly; the breath from his mouth and nose swirling gently along her moistened valleys; Kreacher's attention to her lower body making her hump her hips slightly as she responded to his intensely sensual touch, her wetness increasing as he noisily dined on her. The fingers of his right hand pushed up on the thong's chain and begin to move it back and forth over her sensitive bump, at first slowly and then with more speed while his lips and long tongue whorled about her as he continued to snack on her hungrily, the fingers of his other hand repeatedly swirling about and delving into her rosebud, causing her to give off a loud, guttural moan while Master's cock was deep in her throat.

“Yes, I do believe our baby whore likes what you're doing, Kreacher. Suck her harder.”

Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, shove deep, and hold.
Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, shove deep, and hold.

He continued forcing fellatio on her in this pattern for several minutes, tears coursing down her face as she both moaned and gagged, her hands and legs unconsciously fighting their bonds as she both loved what was being done to her bottom and loathed what she was forced to do orally.

Suddenly, Sirius pulled away from her as strands of cum and saliva connected his dick to her mouth before breaking and snapping towards them and onto the floor. She spit a few times in disgust before she was slapped; she looked up in surprise just as Kreacher began to rub her harder.

“Don't spit on the floor!” His face was angry, something she hadn't seen in months except for the other day when they were talking about the baby.

“Sirius, Master, what did I do? Please, I didn't think I did anything wrong.” She was struggling to keep from whining and crying but she was losing the battle. She looked down and saw a few tears hit the floor around the spittle and cum mixture. She felt Kreacher continuing to work at her other end, seemingly oblivious to what was going on between them, a strangled moan escaping her as he moved the chain to the side and sucked her clit into his mouth while he masturbated her anus with very wet fingers at the same time. 'How on earth can I be responding to him after Master just slapped me in anger?'

Sirius stood there for a moment, a look of confusion coming over his face as he watched Kreacher busily going at her crotch and ass. He had been dreaming of using her like this for days now, each day's rumination of the dreams making him more excited; he had discussed the dreams with Kreacher who agreed he had been too lenient with her, and that now it was his turn to do what he wanted. Kreacher had told him not to worry, that he would set everything up and he had done an excellent job from the outfits to the props. Kreacher had found the exact outfit he had described to him for her to wear and finally seeing her in it had nearly undone him, watching her squirm in it now was beyond intoxicating to his senses.

He looked down at her in her little lace outfit, not sure why she was being so whiny – surely she knew he wasn't going to hurt her, not for real. He just liked this feeling of total control as he dominated her. He thought again about her whining and figured it was a way of showing her submissiveness, he just didn't want her begging him like that, asking if she had done something wrong – he wanted her whining and crying wordlessly, showing him she knew who was in control.

“We're not going to hurt you, baby, we're just going to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you. You know I like this, baby. I like forcing you to do things, it gives me a thrill. Now be a good slut, don't say a word, and play along.” He massaged the top of her head as he said this, then brought his hand down to stroke his member as he stepped closer and fisted her hair. “You had better please us, the both of us.”

Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, shove deep, and hold.

She worked hard not to gag as more tears formed in her eyes while struggling with her natural urges. Normally, she could deep throat her Masters with little difficulty, but that was when she was doing it under her own power and prepared herself for their entry into her throat; the way he was doing it, she just couldn't prevent herself from gagging and he seemed to be enjoying it; she was grateful that he always pulled back before she went beyond gagging. Master Kreacher, in the mean time, was doing a marvelous job of eating her out, she could feel her engorged and throbbing clit being alternately sucked into his mouth and tongued before he popped it out of his mouth and rooted about, sucking at her holes as she squirmed against him; he'd lick and suck her for a while before going back to her clit again; moving away to root when she desperately wanted him to stay and continue where he was so she could cum.

She couldn't breathe like she wanted to because Master didn't take his dick out of her mouth and he'd jam it into the back of her throat for nearly quarter-of-a-minute at a time, forcing her to hold her breath when she desperately wanted to breathe in. At times she became dizzy as she held her breath; she tried to squeal her protests which only seemed to make Master pull harder on her hair; she was moaning around his dick and twisting her head, tears streaming down her face as Master forced his will on her while Master Kreacher continued to work even harder on her ass-end. She couldn't believe it, but she felt an orgasm building, her throaty moans becoming louder and more insistent.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Kreacher had pulled away from her just as she was cresting into an orgasm, bringing a long moan of frustration out of her as she jumped to his hand. He began to spank her ass while Master continued his patterned pummeling of her mouth.

Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, shove deep, and hold.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, shove deep, and hold.
Smack! Smack! Smack!

She didn't know how long they continued this but she could feel her ass begin to tingle and the spanks were shooting through to her clit, bringing her close to climax once again.

Suddenly, Sirius pulled out of her mouth (she was so thankful for that) and demanded she lick him clean before he walked away, her face screwing up as she licked off the slimy cum strands. Smack! Smack! Smack! Master Kreacher continued spanking her as Master walked around behind her; she tried to follow him with her eyes to see what he was about to do when she lost sight of him, the collar preventing her from lifting her head much or turning. The weighted nipple clamps swung through the air ever so lightly with each smack, the combined pain increasing her whole-body sensitivity as a sheen of sweat coated her body. Master Kreacher pulled away from her bottom as she felt Master position his cock at the outside of her entrance before he shoved himself in forcefully, making her tighten her body against her restraints and squeal. He grabbed her hips and began to pummel into her as she gasped and cried out each time he drove himself into her, his thighs slapping into hers as his ball sac bounced off of her pussy. She felt the tip of his dick hitting her insides which made her grunt, her noises becoming louder with each thrust; her vociferations music to his ears and he closed his eyes and continued to work himself into her as hard as he could stand it.

Master Kreacher suddenly came into view and stood on a stool that he conjured in front of her. He grabbed her hair, twisting his hands in it as he gave her a devilish smile, he then made her perform fellatio on him, using her hair to drive himself into her, his hairless mons slamming her in the face as his dick was driven into her throat, again making her gag as she continued to grunt with each of Master's thrusts, though Kreacher didn't hold himself in place as Master had. The both of them used her this way for many minutes, her body bouncing back and forth with their power, the weights on her tits swinging painfully, and the noises of their efforts – the grunting, moaning, and slapping – resounding through the room.

First Master Kreacher came with a growl, spewing a large amount of thick slime down her throat, forcing her to struggle to swallow it all as he commanded her not to waste his cum; then Master came as he cried out loudly with each spurting thrust; he then held himself against her a moment, corking his dick inside of her as he ground his hairy mons into her ass before pulling out. She sighed in relief when they were both done with her and closed her eyes as her head sagged a little. Master spanked her hard a few times before shoving his hand between her legs and coating her ass with their love-juices, rubbing her tingling buttocks down.

She felt her arms, still tied to the metal bar, being lowered as Master Kreacher released the chains from her birthday collar, then her hair was grabbed roughly from behind and she was pulled up into a standing position. Master whispered hoarsely into her ear, “Well, my little baby whore, we are far from done. We've still got time before that potion is done so don't get comfortable.” She looked at him from the side of her eyes as he spoke. Okay, he hasn't lost his mind, he still remembers the potion and that I might be pregnant. That's good.' Even though she had found the encounter very sexually stimulating (once she realized Master was enacting a fantasy), she still had a tinge of fear within her that he would hurt her; she supposed that that made the tryst a little more exciting but she wished it didn't frighten her – maybe in time it wouldn't.

The podium was levitated away and the nipple clamps removed by Master, her nipples were sore but nothing like they usually were after the clamps were removed, she mewled as they throbbed deliciously. Sirius thought her nipples were elongated nicely by the weights and he leaned down, sucking hard on them as she sighed contentedly, letting her head fall back slowly; her legs were still chained to the floor and her arms still tied to the metal bar by ropes. She moved carefully because she feared losing her balance and falling if Master were to let go of her hips; her high heels, which she was unaccustomed to wearing, making her balance precarious. After he sucked on her a few minutes, he stood up and grabbed at her shoulders, squeezing them, looking down at her as if he wanted to say something.

“Kitten, there's one thing you need to know: if you are pregnant, I plan to drink your milk for a long time to come. Do you understand me? I won't let you go dry and you won't ever refuse me my milk.”

She looked at him quietly, thinking about what he was saying. She hadn't thought that far in advance, about her body making milk for the baby. She didn't know people really did that, she remembered briefly thinking about Ron doing that when he was suckling on her but she didn't think people did that for real. She closed her eyes and thought about Master sucking milk out of her, about how delicious it must feel, wondering what milk felt like as it flowed out of her. She began to feel a tingling in her privates and she pushed up against him, standing on her tiptoes, and gave him a kiss.

“I'd love it if you took my milk, Master.” Her voice was husky, barely above a whisper as she looked into his eyes.

He grabbed her hair and used it to hold her head in place while they kissed, their mouths opening and closing as their tongues twined together, sighing into each other. He reached down with his other hand and began to pull and tweak her nipples. He kissed down her neck, giving her one of her beloved lovebites that he knew she liked, listening to her purr her pleasure, then moved down to her nipples. “I can't wait until you have tittie milk, you're going to be my own personal milking cow.” He continued sucking her nipples for awhile before kissing down her belly to her crotch.

“Sirius! Master! I'll fall! Don't let me fall!”

He chuckled against the curls on her mound, his nose rubbing her soft hair. “I won't let you fall, baby.”

He kissed as he moved down and began laving her, then sucked at her juices before beginning an all out attack on her clit. She bent her knees slightly to give him more room and to help her balance as she moaned and squealed with his ministrations. At one point she nearly did fall backwards and he grabbed her to prevent that. Sirius charmed the chain to attach to the bar again, then pulled it up so that her arms were straight back behind her, twisting her shoulders back so that she was partially bent forward, her tits pointing down. Sirius reached up and sucked on her nipples from his kneeling position, then got busy again with her clit. He shortened the chains on her legs, forcing them open wider and made her bend her knees a little more so that her butt stuck out, giving him easier access. She looked down and watched as he put his mouth on her and worked madly until she was giving out low, gasping moans; his hands went up to pull and play with her breasts, increasing her pleasure greatly, her pelvis jerking as he sucked on her hard, his tongue twirling about her tantalizingly. She closed her eyes and concentrated on his mouth and hands as her heart fluttered wildly in her chest and she gave out great gasps and moans of pleasure.

She became aware of Master Kreacher at her back-end. He was rimming her and sticking his fingers inside of her pucker, then she felt his penis slowly entering her back-passage just as she was going over the edge, making her orgasm stronger as she felt the wonderful burning throb begin.

Master stood up when he was sure she had ridden through her orgasm and pulled her head down so that she could begin sucking his dick. His head was thrown back as she worked on him while Kreacher thrust into her bottom, making her rock back and forth while Master forced her head up and down using his fisted hands in her hair. She liked using her hands on him as well as her mouth but they were tied behind her right now so she performed on him with her lips and tongue, licking and sucking and kissing him until he came; when he came he pulled out and splattered her breasts with his jizzum as he jacked himself off the rest of the way. He stood there, rubbing his fingers into her head, and watched as Kreacher continued to fuck her ass until he came.

Sirius unchained her legs, picked her up, and sat her onto the wooden podium that he levitated under her; he tightened the chain holding her arms straight out so that they were once again snug behind her while she sat up, forcing her to hunch forward slightly; then he stood and watched his cum slide down her breasts before he reached out and smeared the thick liquid on her, rubbing it into her skin thoroughly as he tweaked her nipples. She cringed reflexively when he raised his hand and began to slap her young, perky breasts, making her wince with each one. She looked up at him with confused eyes, but he continued to slap her until her breasts were deep pink; she felt a few tears burn her eyes - the slaps hurt but not more than she could handle, it was the emotional aspect of the sudden act that disturbed her. She knew this had to be part of his fantasy but it still bothered her. Sirius then charmed the chain off of the bar holding her arms behind her, grabbed her and spun her around, then put her face-down so that she lay on the podium on her belly. She swung her legs around briefly before they were charmed to the podium sides, feeling as if they were stuck with a type of invisible super glue, her high-heeled feet not touching the ground. She felt both Kreacher and Sirius begin to spank her; each one choosing a buttock, moving their hands around so that each smack covered a different area of her ass but overlapped one another slightly. They spanked her for several minutes as she struggled to keep her hands balled up in fists, she tried to keep from opening her hands and blocking them; she hadn't been spanked like this for over a month but remembered the rules of what not to do. Finally, they finished spanking her and Sirius gave her a rub down, she felt him drizzle some type of warm oil on her bottom which felt lovely as his hands worked it into her skin.

When he pulled her off the podium, she found that her belly and ribs ached a bit from the pressure of her body and she began to rub herself. Sirius came up behind her and rubbed her belly a moment before asking quietly, “Does it hurt?”

“It's sore from being on the podium.” She looked up at him, not sure how to take his warm and cold attitude; he had just spanked the hell out of her but he was asking if her belly hurt. Hmmm. “Sirius, Master, are you sure I'm not in trouble?”

He looked down at her as she gave out a yawn, not sure how to explain his sudden urge to perform his old fantasies; she didn't realize it, but he had restrained himself from being as rough as he wanted to be. He still hadn't swung her from the ceiling yet, but time was running out and the potion would be finished soon; he supposed he could do the other stuff to her after the potion was done brewing.

“No, babe, you aren't in trouble. You know I like doing this stuff. I'm not going to harm you but these are my fantasies, we've discussed this before; I don't dissect why I like them, I just act on the urges. I've been forgoing them because I know you aren't into them as much as I am, but I think it's only fair I get to do them when I want. If you are in trouble, you'll know it before I even start anything like this. What I'm doing now isn't punishment, it's for my enjoyment.” He released her wrists from the metal bar and she brought them forward to rub them, his hands snaking up her arms, then over her chest so he could pull her close to him as he rested his chin on her head.

“Oh, okay. As long as I'm not in trouble.” She was quite relieved, and it reflected in her voice.

He took in a deep breath as he moved his hands so he could begin massaging her tits again. He really liked having her wear these outfits and was tempted to start making her wear them all the time again - he decided he'd think on that some more; after all, what harm did it cause for her to wear lingerie all the time? He imagined her belly, big with baby, sticking out gloriously while covered in lace, telling the world she fucked like a whore and got pregnant; he wished he could walk down the street with her, holding her hand, so that others knew she was his property to fuck anytime he wanted. Damned Albus and his stupid, fucking tracking charm!

“Sit on me and play with your tits, baby.” He heard Kreacher squawk in protest because he was being left out but he didn't care, Kreacher had access to her more often than he did and he was going to take advantage of his time with her. Sirius sat on a chair and had her straddle him; she massaged her breasts and played with her nipples while he watched; she could feel his cock beginning to harden and she rubbed herself against him, making him moan as he felt her wet, chained petals surround him, causing him to buck up against her.

With a mischievous grin on her face, Hermione asked him to oil her hands with the oil he used on her behind; he levitated the thin-necked bottle over and poured some on her hands, a questioning look on his face. She leaned forward and kissed him as she brought her hands down and released him from his leather confines, then began a mind-blowing hand job; she twisted and corkscrewed her oiled hands along his shaft, circling his glans, thumbing his frenulum, and massaging his balls as he bucked and jumped until he came. When he was able to stop clutching the armrests and finally able to speak once again, he asked between gasps, “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

She smiled shyly, “I kind of figured it out as I went along. If you liked something I did it more. I learn fast, you know.”

He brought his arms up, grabbed her upper arms, and pulled her close. “Fu-u-u-u-ck. Yes, you do, you do learn fast. That was a masterpiece of a hand-job.”

She snuggled into his neck and blushed while she smiled primly. “Thank-you.”

He brought his arms around her and felt her relaxing against him, then wondered if she had fallen asleep a few moments later as her breathing slowed and deepened. He was in the process of making himself comfortable with her on his lap when he heard the alarm going off, indicating the potion was in need of attention. He awakened her as he helped her stand sleepily on wobbly legs; suddenly she seemed to arouse fully and kicked off her shoes before quickly running over to the cauldron, her tits bouncing merrily, so that she could extinguish the flame beneath it. She pulled the lace up so it covered her breasts as Sirius charmed cheesecloth over a wide-mouth jar for her. She rubbed crushed garlic onto the cheesecloth as indicated by the instructions, careful not to leave any chunks behind; then she used a porcelain ladle to transfer nine scoops of the thick, dark green, smooth-textured concoction onto it; it seemed to have the consistency of mashed potatoes and had the unpleasant odor of a field of decaying flowers. Slowly, a crystal clear liquid dripped down into the jar as they watched nervously, knowing that soon they would know for sure her condition. Sirius came up behind her and put his arms around her as she encircled his arms with her own, the back of her head against him while his chin rested on the top of her forehead; she relaxed as she felt his breath on her face.

Hermione thought again about what they were about to test for. She wanted a baby but she didn't. She wanted tittie milk for her Master. She wanted a baby to help her deal with her boredom. She wanted to bear his babies so that the Black family didn't die out though she was very aware that he was the last of the pure-blooded Blacks. Yet, how would the child grow up normally? What would Kreacher do to the child? Would her parents ever find out they had become grandparents? She just hoped everything worked out for the best.

Finally, the liquid stopped dripping. Sirius charmed the cheesecloth away and looked at her quietly. He also wanted a child but mainly for her breast milk. He had no love for the child that she might be carrying though he did feel protective over the thought of his child being harmed by Kreacher. He felt sure that as time went on he'd grow to care for the child as he watched her belly grow and he began to feel it move within her. He decided that if she were pregnant, the child would be bottle fed so he could have her milk for himself. That was, if she were pregnant. The thought of tittie milk made him decide to impregnate her as soon as possible if she tested negative.

“Um, you have to prick my finger and put three drops of blood into the potion.”

He grabbed the large, ornate hat pin the potion called for and held her hand in his as he continued to stand behind her. Her cool hand shook within his, he was also nervous but his hands remained warm and steady. He pricked her finger, squeezed it so that three drops of her blood splattered into the jar, then brought her hand up and sucked on her finger absently. Both of their eyes were glued to the jar as her blood congealed within it, then began to morph into long spaghetti-like strands of many colors. He heard her suck in a breath as the hair-thin strands swirled beautifully around within the solution before suddenly dissolving. The potion next rapidly went into a violent boil, then stopped just as suddenly as a fine mist escaped the burping solution, filling the jar as it spilled over and disappeared into the air. The mist stopped with a sizzling hiss without warning, seeming to absorb back into the solution in the jar as the liquid turned bright purple in color.

They stared silently at the potion. Hermione was both elated and afraid. Sirius was cautiously jubilant as he hugged her tightly against him, licking his lips. Kreacher stood behind them, forgotten by both, a frown on his face.

The test was positive.

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Authors notes, you may freely skip:

I usually find potion brewing descriptions pretty boring when I read them in other peoples stories so I tried to keep mine fairly short. I hope mine wasn't mind-numbingly boring. I had to do something to draw out the ending a tad bit though I'm sure everyone knew what the results would be. *Grin* Surely you knew it would be positive!

I chose purple to be the positive color because, you know, pink (for a girl) and blue (for a boy) would be lavender but I changed it to purple because that's my favorite color. Purple is red and blue mixed and pink is just red and white mixed so I'm close enough!
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As to the comment about Sirius thinking that a pregnant woman was showing she was a whore... When I sold auto parts and became pregnant, one of the guys made the comment to me that “I love pregnant women.” When I asked why, he told me, “Because you know she has sex.” Back then, I was shy and fairly innocent and his comment shocked me. Ever since, I've looked at pregnant women differently and wondered if all men thought that way about them. Kinda creepy...
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The little numbered areas contained within the story:
[1] Surprise!
[2] Recall that in Chapter 9, Hermione's life revolved around not being punished and that “the big stuff” was what they had done to her in Chapter 8 when they broke her.
[3] The outfit I imagine Hermione in (wish I could wear it. Sigh):
http://imgs.inkfrog.com/pix/worldsaway/blkchain.JPG
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Oh, am I getting the animosity between Severus and Sirius down pretty good?
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This chapter is showing Sirius' tendency to become obsessed with things. Take note of Hermione's relief at not being in trouble – the abuse she is experiencing is secondary to that worry.
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This site was used for accuracy for when I named the members of the Order the second time around:
http://www.hp-lexicon.org/wizards/order-phoenix.html#mem1990s
(Good 'ole HP Lexicon! I think it should have been allowed to be made into a book!)
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About abortion (I have never had one but I am pro-abortion):
http://www.teenwire.com/ask/2005/as-20050913p1112-abortion.php
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Stockholm Syndrome which Hermione is exhibiting:
http://counsellingresource.com/quizzes/stockholm/
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About the penis:
http://www.cirp.org/pages/anat/
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Not sure if this link is allowed but here goes, learn how to give a decent handjob (I'll remove this link if told it's against the rules of the site):
http://www.xvideos.com/video37315/strokella_handjob_from_realtickling_com
I have to state that I don't like porn but that I do like video's such as this because they are for real and they actually teach you something you can use on your mate. Porn is just so fake it's laughable (and, let's face it, porn is for the guy), I don't understand the allure of it. But this, heh, I'd love to try. Double Grin. I'm so naughty!

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