Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 15,698
Chapter 14 Edit Date: 12/30/2008
Additional scat play added: 05/14/2009
Clean up editing: 06/05/2009
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WestleyY7 – Hahahaha! I had to laugh at your review stating Kreacher should work on everyone in the Order! Good one! You got the 'surprise' – I was hoping no-one saw that one coming... I do believe this chapter will answer your questions in regards to the subliminal teaching and what Kreacher is up to... *Snicker* You quoted my favorite line of the whole chapter between Sirius and Severus! And, yes, I wanted to show that Sirius really isn't a bad guy, just mixed up and struggling. And you simply must check out the link! It's an eye opener for sure... I must be being too obvious with my hints – guess that's why I'm not making the money JKR is! The femslash is on its way though I'm struggling with it. BTW, I wrote this chapter with you in mind, hope you like it...
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soniab – Things are not as they appear and aren't always guessable (though some people were on the money asking about Hermione being pregnant!) Things start to get scarier after this chapter but all is not lost for Hermione... *giggles* on the one link – as I say to WestleyY7, it's an eye opener for sure!
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JordenK – Yes, I'm working hard on the conflicts the characters are feeling... I'm glad you see it... The sex scene was difficult to write... The scene in chapter 13 was purely about domination... Though, you did note that Sirius had a confused look on his face at one point? I think this chapter will help answer why...
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tulle – Why, thank-you for the compliment... I've had quite a few emails where people state they want this to become a love story instead of what it is now... I'm glad to see people really enjoyed the first few chapters, I worked hard to get the feelings (and actions) in there worded right. I think you'll like the first part of chapter 16 when it is uploaded.
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Chapter 14 – Whispers and Life

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Story Date: December 20, 1995

Whispering could be heard in the darkness. Elfin magic worked on the wizard to keep him from arousing when he felt the elf's touch and heard his whispered instructions. Over the past few months, the wizard had begun to respond to him verbally when he asked him questions without waking, giving Kreacher feedback so he knew when the man, his Master, was accepting his instructions as his own.

“You will not awaken, you will listen to Kreacher. You are a good Master and want your Kitten happy.” His voice was a whisper, his mouth near his Master's ear.

Sirius lay on his back, his eyes closed as he snored slightly while nodding his head.

“Your Kitten has been a good slave, has she not?”

“Yes, yes...” Sirius whispered back, his eyes roving under his lids.

“Your Kitten is bored, all alone and bored in the slave room, isn't she?”

“Bored.” Sirius nodded in agreement.

“And you need to entertain her so that her boredom goes away. Isn't that so?”

Sirius nodded.

“You can do many things to your Kitten, some she has come to enjoy, such as when she is spanked.”

Sirius lay still, listening in his sleep.

“Some she likes if you are slow with her.”

Sirius nodded slowly.

“You can tie up the Slave, she likes that, doesn't she?”

“M'not sure.” Sirius slowly shook his head 'no' as he went to roll over. Kreacher used his magic to slowly and gently turn Sirius onto his back again before his whispering continued.

“Yes, she likes to be restrained. She gets excited and wet between her legs when you do that to her.”

Sirius' reply was a mumbled whisper. “Wet.”

“And you like it when she's wet, don't you?”

“Yesssss.” His whisper turned into a growled hiss as he turned his head restlessly.

“She wants to please you.”

“Me.”

“Yes, she knows you like to tie her up. See yourself restraining her with leather and rope.”

Sirius nodded as he smiled, his hand going down to fondle himself. He could see her responding favorably to him as he tied her arms behind her back and manhandled her shamelessly.

“She likes that. Most importantly, she knows you like it. She likes it when you hang her from the ceiling.” Kreacher knew he was pushing this fantasy of his as fact a little too strongly, he knew the Mudblood feared falling and only acted as if she enjoyed it for her Master's sake.

“No. Afraid.” Sirius began to rub himself in his sleep as he pictured Hermione in the air before him, his dick jutting out proudly in front of her face.

“The Slave wants to please you and she's tired of being bored. So very tired.”

“Tired.”

“She falls asleep because she is bored. You can keep her busy in so many ways. You can restrain her and hang her from the ceiling and spank her. So many ways.”

Sirius nodded as he smiled. He saw her in the air before him, trussed up with the pale white rope, tied up by him with artful knots he had taught himself, using a leather sling under her belly to reduce the strain on her limbs. He liked twisting the rope, much like a child would a swing, then releasing her so that the rope unwound and she twisted rapidly in the air; her hair flying as she whirled, and he made a game of it, grabbing her to stop her momentum, then entering her on whichever end happened to be facing him at the time for a few strokes before allowing her to twist in the air again. His dick twitched as he watched her in his dreams and gave out a frustrated sigh, he hadn't done that to her in a while and wanted to so much.

“Why do you sigh?”

“Want to......twist her....air, in the air.....”

Kreacher had to struggle to understand his Master's mumbled words, but smiled once he realized what the wizard had said. Kreacher was delighted his Master wished for this.

“Yes, yes, see her in the air. See her tits hanging down and her legs spread wide, her snatch ready to use. Grab her as she twists in the air and shove your dick into her cunt. See her. Smell her.”

Sirius' hands twitched as his closed eyes roamed and a predatory smile spread across his face.

“Now allow her to twist and fuck her mouth when you stop her in mid-spin.” Kreacher much enjoyed his Master's smile as he dreamed of using their Slave like this. Oh, yes, he did.

“Now we'll both use her together. Watch as we both do her.”

“Yesssss.” Sirius' cock was seriously engorged with blood and his hand began to stroke himself slowly. Kreacher removed his Master's hands from his dick, he wasn't ready for him to cum just yet. He strengthened his magic on the wizard before continuing.

“You can chain her so she can't move, spank her until she cums, fuck her so she knows you love her.”

“Love.” Sirius readjusted himself in the bed as he burrowed himself down and tried to pull the covers over him only to have Kreacher gently pull them back off.

“Did you know she loves you?”

“Loves?” He tossed his head

“Yes, she loves you.” Kreacher got closer to his Master's ear once again. “And she wants to make you happy. She'll do anything to make you happy. Anything.”

Sirius nodded. “Anything.”

“She wants you to give her cum-spanks. She wants you to fuck her hard. She wants you to flog her. Flogging feels good. She tingles when you are done because you do it just right; your reading to learn how to do it without hurting her has paid off nicely.”

Sirius nodded silently. He smiled again, his eyes continuing to roll about under his lids.

“See the Slave as she moans while she cums. See her titties bounce. Taste her.”

“Yesssssss. So good......”

“Feel her mouth on your cock. Warn her before you cum.” Kreacher had reached down and began to stroke Sirius' dick in his hands, the wizard jerking at his touch as his back arched slightly.

“Oh, Kitten....” Sirius twisted the sheets in his hands.

“She loves you, she loves fucking you. She loves when you smack her ass and her tits. See those tits. Imagine them full of milk. Tittie milk. Your tittie milk.”

“Tittie milk.” Sirius' breathing was becoming more ragged as he licked his lips.

“Suck those titties, taste the milk.” Sirius began making sucking noises as Kreacher shoved his thumb against his lips, his other hand continuing to stroke the man's dick.

“Your Kitten likes it when you doggie fuck her, doesn't she?”

“Yes.” Sirius' spoke wistfully.

“And you thought she didn't, but now you know she likes it.”

Sirius nodded, a smile on his lips.

“She likes it when you fuck her ass as a dog while she sucks Kreacher's dick.”

Sirius nodded slowly.

“She likes it when you spank her.”

Sirius nodded as he whispered, “Yes. Oh, Kitten, I've got to cum.”

Kreacher immediately slowed down his stroking. Sirius moaned as he bucked his hips up and down a few times, Kreacher's hands moving with him to lessen his stimulation.

Kreacher whispered slowly into Sirius' ear, his hand expertly stroking him. “It just takes time. She'll get used to everything you want to do and she'll like it all, she will. Keep introducing new things a little at a time.”

“Time....”

“The weekly schedule is working well as you try new things, but you grow impatient, wanting more.”

Sirius nodded as he moaned.

“She depends on you for everything. She knows she needs to do what you want. She already tries hard to pleasure you, soon she'll like everything you show her, as well. Oh, yes, she will.”

Sirius raised his arms over his head and wrapped them around his pillow while nodding in agreement as he lifted his ass off the bed and snapped his hips sharply. “Oh, Kitten....”

Kreacher continued his whispering. “Your Kitten likes it when you swing her from the ceiling. She knows how well you tie the rope. She knows she is safe.”

Again, Sirius nodded slowly as he dreamily continued to buck his hips in rhythm to Kreacher's slow stroke.

“She likes it when you force her to suck your dick while she swings through the air.” Kreacher's hand began to increase its speed on his Master's cock. “But, you aren't really forcing her because she wants to do it, she wants to make you happy, she plays along with your fantasy. She knows you like feeling the power over her and she accepts it. She's intelligent, she learns fast. She told you so.” Kreacher's words were now an aroused, hissed whisper as he fantasized the Mudblood being used like this, his left hand working himself while his other worked his Master.

Sirius' nod was barely noticeable as his breathing increased sharply. He brought his arms down, one hand going to grab his very erect cock. Kreacher pushed his hand away as he reset his magic upon his Master. He never allowed his Master to awaken while doing this to him, he made sure he did this early enough in the night that the wizard slept naturally until the morning in order to allow his instructions to sink into his subconscious.

“Let your Kitten pleasure you. Feel her as she works your dick.”

“Ummmmmmph, ummmhmmmm.”

“She likes it when you force her to suck your dick while Kreacher fucks her ass as she swings through the air.” Kreacher really wanted to have his Master doing this to the Slave again, it excited him terribly. He was confused with his Masters reluctance to continue doing this, the Slave hadn't expressly verbalized distaste over being swung through the air and she should know by now that Master wouldn't allow her to be injured. Kreacher wouldn't allow it either, he carefully monitored the ropes when she was restrained in case his Master was too excited to remember to.

Sirius nodded, a questioning look on his face. His hands began to twist the sheets again.

“Yes, you just have to reassure her that you won't let her be injured. She has to feel secure, that's the key.”

“Key....” Sirius nodded as he watched himself checking the ropes. He had enjoyed learning new techniques for tying her up and he still had the books; he had burned the sex magazines and the sex books but had kept the books on rope tying.

“Your Kitten wants Kreacher to sleep with her.”

Sirius lay quiet and Kreacher wasn't sure what to make of this.

“She wants Kreacher to fuck her night and day. Kreacher has needs she can meet. She is willing.”

“Kitten? No....”

“Yes, your Kitten misses Kreacher in her bed.”

“She, no..... She..... No.....” Sirius shook his head 'no', a frown flitting across his face.

“Yes, she will ask you and you will allow it. Kreacher misses using the sex slave at night.”

“She'll.....ask?.......I.....”

“Yes, and you will allow it because you wish to please your Kitten.”

“Yes......make happy.......yes.....”

“Yes, she will love you for letting Kreacher sleep with her again.”

“Love.....yes.....” A broad smile lit up Sirius' face. Kreacher looked at him with disdain, his Master was so easy to manipulate that it almost took all the fun out of it.

“You miss the Muggle sex magazines, don't you?”

Sirius nodded. He did miss looking at them, especially when he was alone in his room and thinking about his Kitten. The magazines weren't real, he knew that now, but he had enjoyed perusing them just the same.

“You want to buy more. You can keep them in your room. Your Kitten doesn't have to see them.”

Sirius' face brightened at the thought as he dreamed of going through the pages of a magazine, discussing them with Kreacher once again, creaming on them when he felt the need.

Kreacher decided it was time to introduce something new for his Master to do to the Slave; he had already bought a magazine that featured this very graphically and extensively photographically, he was just waiting for a good time to show it to his Master. He licked his Masters ear as he whispered, watching Sirius carefully for rejection of the idea. He lubricated his hand to keep from chaffing his Master as he continued to skillfully masturbate him.

“Did you know that she likes it if you shit on her? She'll let Kreacher smear shit on her tits.”

Sirius frowned. “I, I don't now. Does she?” Sirius' hips began to hump slowly.

“She loves to be shit on and have it smeared on her body. She likes to shit in Kreacher's hands and have it smeared on her. She grunts as she shits into her Master Kreacher's hands. Kreacher's done it to her many times, she has never complained to you about it because she likes it.”

“Likes it?” Sirius' voice was incredulous as he stirred, his arms and legs moving slightly, making Kreacher work harder on his Master's dick to keep his mind from rousing.

“Shh, stay asleep. You will dream of your Kitten. See your Kitten. She likes how the shit feels as it's being smeared and massaged into her. She cums when that is done to her. See me slathering her tits with shit as she squirms under my hands, her nipples pert as she gasps while orgasming. Hear her moaning.”

“Gods, yes, my Kitten likes it.” Sirius' voice sounded hoarse as he began to gasp slightly, his hips moving so he was fucking Kreacher's hand, his pre-cum beading on the end of his engorged cock.

“Yes, she does. She will be pleasantly surprised if you do it to her.”

Sirius nodded, a frown on his face.

“See yourself giving her a Golden Shower while you shit between her tits.”

“Yes.......yes.” Sirius gasped the words out.

“You know she likes a Golden Shower. She's said so.”

Sirius nodded as his body began to tense up as he remembered standing over her and spraying her with the golden liquid from his body. She accepted all of his other body fluids, why not his shit?

“Watch her grunting as she shits in Kreacher's hands.”

“Uh, yesssss.”

“Watch me rubbing the shit and piss into her like it's lotion, see her undulating under my hands.”

“Uuuuuuhhhh. Uuuuuuhhhh. Uuuuuuhhhh. ” Sirius was nearly hyperventilating as he struggled to cum while Kreacher manipulated him so he wouldn't.

“Stand over her and piss on her shit tits, then watch Kreacher give her a Pearl Necklace.”

“Gods, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yessssss.” Sirius' back arched as he hissed longingly, his eyes roving madly under his lids as his hands pulled on his sheets.

“She won't object. Oh, no, she won't.”

Kreacher slowly engulfed his Master's erection with his mouth, working hard to keep his Master in a state of semi-sleep as he tearfully begged Kreacher in desperate whispers to allow him to cum, his back arching and his limbs straining with carnal desire while held captive in his charmed elfin sleep.

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Whispering could be heard in the darkness. Elfin magic worked on the witch to keep her from arousing when she felt the elf's touch and heard his whispered instructions. Over the past few months, she had begun to respond to him verbally when he asked her questions without waking, giving him feedback so he knew when the girl, his Slave, was accepting his instructions as her own.

“You will not awaken, you will listen to Kreacher. Open your legs like a good slave.”

He waited for her legs to open then whispered, “That's very good, you are a good slut, aren't you?”

“Yes, Master.” Her voice came out in a sigh.

Kreacher reached between her legs, “When Master touches you like this, you will moan and buck up. Do it, now.”

His fingers were rubbing her labia and the curly hair on her mons; she gave out a long, quiet, desirous moan and thrust her hips up slowly before pushing her ass into the bed, then thrust back up again. He brushed along her inner thighs with unhurried fingers before moving to lightly rub her clit in teasing little circles.

“You will not cum unless given permission, do you understand?” His voice remained a whisper; his elfin magic would only go so far and his spoken voice might rouse her whereas a whispered voice would help her stay asleep.

“Yes, Master.” Her voice also came out in whispers as she began to squirm when his fingers became more insistent. Her breathing had become ragged and she clutched the sheets and pulled.

His took his hands off of her. “You will also respond automatically when touched like this.” He began to suck on her nipple while tugging on the other one with his fingers. He saw with satisfaction that she thrust her ass into the bed as she threw her head back and gasped quietly.

“You are a good slave. You want to please your Masters, don't you?”

“Oh, yes, yessss.......” He liked how her whispers were properly urgent and breathy. She learned well.

His free hand lightly tickled her skin as it leisurely moved down her belly before delving between her legs with masterful hands; he listened to her moisture as his fingers pushed her petals about before moving them so he could rub her clit; continuing to suck on her as she wriggled enticingly; he was sure Master would be very pleased with her performance. He watched as her breathing became deeper while her body responded favorably to his touch. His hand moved faster and pressed harder as he quickly moved her to the brink of climax, then he frustratingly moved his fingers around her clit in slow circles and up her thighs as she quietly whimpered in desperation, her hands pulling on her sheets exigently.

“Uh! Don't stop!” She was whispering urgently as her face screwed up with concupiscence, her words mumbled and slurred together as his elfin magic strained under her sudden overwhelming desire.

He looked up sharply to see if she was still asleep and saw her eyes were closed as they moved rapidly beneath her lids. He smiled wickedly, his touch was in her dreams. Perfect. He reapplied his magic, not ready for her to arouse just yet – when he did allow her to wake up, he would have her so horny that she'd beg for him to finish her off as he had done on so many other occasions. He smiled wickedly, his Master may have banished him to under his broiler, but he had found ways to make their Slave beg him to fuck her in more ways than one. And, once he finished, she was too grateful for his services to kick him out of her bed – she was so easy to manipulate it wasn't funny. Oh, no, it wasn't. And he'd use her over and over as he wished. He sighed in contentment as he thought about sinking his dick into her. He shook his head - first, he had to finish her lessons. Business before pleasure.

“No. You will only cum when given permission.” He decided to silently recast his magic upon the sleeping girl again for good measure as his hands and mouth redoubled their efforts on her body.

“Ahhhh, ohhhh, please!” Her voice stayed a whisper as she continued to writhe to his touch, her body alternately arching upwards as she drove her ass into the bed then laying flat on the bed as she ground her pussy into his hand as hard as she could, mewling desperately.

“No. You may not climax. Now, reach up and play with those tits. You will always play with them when you think of anything sexual. Play with them like Master wants you to.” Her hands immediately came up and began kneading her breasts and pulling on her nipples hard before letting go and allowing her tits to jiggle before she began to knead them again. “Bend your knees and spread your legs wider. That's it, good girl. You are not allowed to wake up, continue to dream, dream of Master Kreacher's touch.”

Her legs opened more as she murmured incomprehensibly, her hands busy with her tits.

“You miss Master Kreacher sleeping with you, don't you? You miss Master Kreacher at your side.”

Her brow furrowed.

“You miss Kreacher in your bed.”

She nodded her head silently.

“You miss Kreacher's touch, you miss Kreacher's mouth, Kreacher's hands, and Kreacher's dick.”

Again, she frowned before whispering hesitantly, “Yes, I do.”

“Tell Master Kreacher why you hesitate.”

She fought to open her eyes, but they remained half-lidded. “Wake me.....so sleepy.”

“Go back to sleep, you are not allowed to wake up. Shhh, go to sleep.”

Kreacher looked at her for a moment. All she needed was to be allowed more sleep and his problem would be solved? That was easily amended. If he let her sleep enough, he could fuck her day and night instead of having to sneak when he was supposed to be under his boiler. Once back in her bed, he wasn't going to stop punishing himself – he had decided his punishment for sneaking away from his boiler was to fuck the filthy Mudblood after her lessons; he smiled, his punishments weren't always painful. His brow furrowed, he wondered if his constant whispered instructions while she slept interrupted her sleep; maybe he needed to let her sleep normally more and not instruct her so much. He frowned at this thought, it would take longer to make her do things he wanted her to do, but he supposed he had plenty of time for that – it wasn't as if she were going anyplace; an added bonus was that both elves and witches lived nice long lives so he didn't have to rush with her training.

“Master Kreacher will let you sleep. He will rub your body so that you sleep perfectly. You will tell Master how much you miss sleeping with Master Kreacher. Think about how good Master Kreacher makes you feel when he is with you. Do you feel good now? Do you like what Master Kreacher is doing to you now?”

She nodded her head as she gave out a moan when his fingers began to circle her clit faster while he licked and kissed her inner thighs.

“You miss sleeping with Master Kreacher.”

She was barely able to gasp out the response, “Yes, miss Master Kreacher, sleeping, miss.”

“What do you like the most about Master Kreacher?”

She hesitated before whispering, “Tongue.”

Kreacher looked at her quizzically – his tongue? “You like Master Kreacher's tongue?”

“Sooooo long and strong....” He smiled as he thought about that. “And digs nicely.”

His eyes widened. She liked him digging the fruit out of her most of all! Interesting.

“Pretend it is Master Sirius' touch you feel. *Feel* his touch on your body. Respond the way you have been taught without thinking. Respond automatically, follow your teaching like his good Kitten.” Kreacher spoke in a slow, hissed, musical whisper as he instructed her on how to behave, using Sirius' pet name for her to help his encouragement take hold.

“Oh, yes, Master, yes.” She nodded her head as she whispered her response, her hands pulling on her nipples a little harder as her tits jiggled.

His mouth went to her core. He enjoyed doing this to her in her sleep, she nearly always followed his every direction without question and without hesitation. He knew she wouldn't cum until he gave her permission and she would beg enticingly as he had fun frustrating her. He enjoyed his snatch snack as she juiced up nicely for him while he watched her as she wriggled about in the bed and begged for him to let her cum, her voice becoming the weepy whine he liked. Her hands were yanking and pulling at her tits as she gave out little gasps of pleasure; he looked up and watched her hands and thought about when she was full of milk, he'd have fun watching her drink it as well as suckling on them himself - Master wasn't the only one looking forward to the day the brat was born though Kreacher didn't want the brat around once born; he planned to go upstairs later on and whisper into Master's ear again about what he should do to the brat once it was born. Kreacher didn't like half-blood babies, even if it was half of a Black.

“Please, Master, please! Oh, uh......uh......uh!” Her whisper became higher in pitch as she begged, her body beginning to tense up orgasmically. Kreacher pulled his mouth away from her briefly as she cried out for him to continue.

“Shh, whisper quietly. Whisper for your Master.” Again, he strengthened his magic on her. He so enjoyed getting her worked up like this.

“Yes, Master. Oh, please, don't stop, Master. Pleeeeaaasssse.” Her voice came out in a trembled whisper as her hands began to rub her body sensually, Kreacher eyeing her small, deft hands as he rubbed himself unconsciously. He loved her hands as much as her mouth; his eyes strayed down to the curls between her legs for several moments before he decided that he also loved her twat. He then thought about the other tight hole between her legs and closed his eyes as his legs became weak for a brief moment; that was the hole of his infatuation, the hole of demeaning pleasure, the dry hole of snug hugs, the holey of holes, her asshole – the most luscious part of her body that he desired above all else. Her snatch and tits could belong to their Master, but her pucker belonged to him - he owned that part of her body and she wasn't allowed to refuse him the use of his hole.

His voice became shaky as he told her, “See Master in your dreams. Master is touching you.” He lowered his mouth to her once again and pretended to dig fruit out of her before moving upwards.

“Yes, oh, yes.” She brought her hands down to his head as he worked her clit until he nearly brought her to the edge before pulling away, her fingers still trying to hold him in place.

“Masturbate until you cum. Feel Master's hands instead of your own.” His voice was a hiss. “Cum silently. Cum twice without stopping.”

“Ohhhhh, yesssssss!” Her voice remained a whisper though it took on the tone of intense gratitude.

He watched as she slid her fingers from his head and began to enthusiastically rub through her slime. Her moisture could be heard snapping to her rhythm; her head bent back suddenly and she came quietly, her tits heaving nicely with her heavy breathing and subdued moans as her hips thrust up and down several times while her fingers continued to rub herself through her orgasm. The contentment on her face quickly contorted with pain as she continued to rub herself without pause; she gave out a whimper as her legs closed about her hand and she turned onto her side, her hips bucking frantically, her hand moving quickly as she moaned, “Please, oh, please,” until she finally came a second time; her whole body tightening while several loud, groaning moans escaped her. Once done, she lay back and began to relax into the covers as her breathing slowly went back to normal. She began to roll over onto her belly.

“No, turn on your back. Kreacher is not finished with you. Spread your arms out. You will stay asleep. You were a bad girl just now, you moaned loudly when Kreacher told you not to, didn't you?”

She turned onto her back and lay her arms straight out as she nodded, a frown on her face.

He began to lightly rub her breasts in lazy circles with his fingers as he whispered to her. She wriggled a little bit and pushed her tits towards his hands.

“You will be punished later when I take you for your daily outing. Do you understand? And you will enjoy it even though it is a punishment. Oh, yes, you will.”

She nodded, a smile on her lips as she dreamed of going outside.

“You are sleepy, aren't you? Sleepy after you came?”

She yawned, her eyes fluttering but she didn't rouse. “Yes.”

“You always fall asleep after orgasming, don't you?”

“So sleepy.”

His whispered commands continued as they did each night. “That's a good girl. You will always get sleepy after sex. You will snuggle with Master and fall asleep.”

Her voice was barely loud enough to hear. “Yes, sir.”

“You have had sex with an elf.”

She nodded quietly.

“You have had sex with a man.”

She continued to nod.

“You have had sex with a dog.”

A frown came upon her face. “An Animagus dog.”

She nodded once again.

“Do you ever think about having sex with a woman?”

Hermione blushed in her sleep as she nodded slowly.

“Who do you dream of?”

Hermione's voice was barely louder than her breathing. “Ginny.”

'Interesting. I must make this nugget of information known to Master.' Kreacher thought about seeing the two girls in bed together and felt his dick harden even more. 'Yes, that would be fun to watch. Oh, yes, it would.'

“You want Ginny? Would you touch her?”

Hermione nodded slowly.

“See her in your dreams. See Ginny as you kiss her.”

Hermione's lips parted as she gasped in a small breath before saying quietly, “Ohhhhhhhh.”

“Your hands are on her, her hands are on you. Feel her hands as they roam your body.”

Hermione inhaled sharply as her fingertips began to lightly brush along her skin. “Oh, yes.........Oh, yes, Gin, yes.”

“Her mouth is on you, feel her mouth while you lay down.” Kreacher began to mouth Hermione as she continued to moan. This was definitely a wonderful development that he would have to force into reality.

Hermione frowned, she suddenly saw Ron in her dreams, working her body along with his sister. The last time she saw him had been very sad, yet he seemed happy to be kissing and sucking her just now. She smiled back at him as he got busy with her.

“Oh, oh.”

“Now she is kissing you. You take her nipple into your mouth while she fondles you, her hand goes between your legs as she works you. Do you see it? Do you feel it?” Kreacher whispered into her ear as he licked it while his fingers worked her nipples and his foot slid between her legs and rubbed so that her wetness thoroughly covered him to the point of filling the gaps between his toes; her moaning was quiet but oh, so telling of a developing orgasm.

“Yesssss. Oh, yes.” She saw Ron as he sucked on Ginny's nipple, both of them with a hand on one of her tits and their other hands between her legs, working on her together. She wanted Gin's nipple, too. She wanted to explore both of their bodies so much as they explored hers.

“What do you want with her?”

“Oh, nipple.....” Hermione imagined the hard nipple in her mouth.

“You want Ginny's nipple?” 'I thought so!'

“Oh, yessss....” She nodded slightly as she spoke, her voice trailing off wistfully.

“In your mouth?”

Hermione nodded guiltily, her nod stronger.

“Master would like that.”

“He would?” A smile came upon her face.

“Yes, he would. Go on, suck that nipple into your mouth. Go on....” Ginny leaned down so that she could take the nipple into her mouth while Ron continued to suck her other nipple. Hermione's mouth pursed as she dreamed of taking in that nipple before giving out a long moan of desire, Kreacher placed his thumb to her pursed lips so she could suck on it.

“What else do you want?”

She looked at Ron in her sleep as he smiled back from her breast. Somehow, he was sucking both of their breasts at the same time and that excited her a great deal. She breathed out, “Ron,” as she wriggled slightly.

“You want Ron?” Ron, too? My, she did enjoy that time with him when he brought her down, didn't she? The slut. He thought he'd enjoy watching her with him as well. He'd have to work hard on his Master to get him to allow this fantasy.

“Yes, oh, yes....”

“Do you want Ron to fuck you?” He was sure she did.

She nodded as she pouted, “Master won't let us.”

“Master will let you. Master wants to make you happy sometimes, other times you must make him happy.”

“Master, happy, yes.”

“Think of Master touching you while your hands are tied behind your back. All you can do is lay back and let him touch you. You have no control. He is the Master, he is in control. Feel his touch.”

He watched as her eyes moved back and forth. She slowly moved her hands behind her back and he knew she was putting them in position as if restrained; her tits jutted out nicely with her hands behind her back.

“You will start to ask Master to truss you up as you seduce him.”

“No, no. I don't like that.” She pouted in her sleep, her whisper taking on a sad note.

“You WILL ask Master to truss you up as you seduce him. See him now. Picture him. Do you see him?” His fingers continued to dance on her breasts and moved down to her belly as well, her muscles twitching with his touch.

“Yes. I see Master.” Her whisper was wistful. He knew she had begun to fall in love with his Master, her emotions with the baby coming growing distorted as her confinement continued. He found she was easier to manipulate as the baby grew.

“You want Master to love you, don't you?” She felt the elfin magic flow over her deliciously as she listened to his voice.

“Yes, yes, I do.” She smiled as she whispered her response.

“He'll love you if you do what he truly wants. He wants to tie you up and have his way with you.”

“But, the baby. What if...”

“He won't harm the baby. He loves the baby.” Kreacher knew how Sirius felt about the baby, but she didn't need to know that. He'd tell her anything to get her to do what he wanted with as little fuss as possible.

“Oh, that's nice.” She snuggled into the soft bed while he continued to lightly touch her.

Kreacher bent down and whispered in her ear, his long tongue flicking in and out wetly. “You want to please, Master, you want him to be happy with you.”

Her voice came as a sigh. “Yes, want Master happy.” She nodded her head in the affirmative as she turned her head slightly while he continued to lick her ear.

“How happy do you want to make Master?”

“Very happy......” She took in a few gasps as Kreacher's long tongue licked down the cord of her neck and back up before his mouth engulfed her ear and his tongue flicked rapidly into and out of her canal.

“That's a good girl. And Master is happy when he ties you up. You will make him happier by offering to allow him to tie you up. Isn't that right?” He plucked a deep pink, tumescent nipple before circling it a few times with his tongue.

“Yes,” she squirmed under his light caresses, “Yes, Master....happy.....”

“You always let him tie you up. Master would be happiest if you asked him to tie you up.”

“Ask Master?” Again, she nodded though her voice was questioning as if she wasn't sure.

“That's right. You want to be swung. Tell him you want to swing through the air.”

“The baby........” She shook her head no, a frown forming on her face.

Kreacher licked and kissed up her neck, then around her ear and neck while he massaged her breasts before his fingers went back to dancing along her skin. “He won't hurt the baby. The baby will like swinging through the air. Babies like that. Master likes that. You want to make Master happy.”

“Yes.....happy......” Her eyes continued to move under her lids. She smiled fleetingly and giggled.

“Tell me what you'll ask him to do.” He strengthened his magic on her, wanting her to answer him in more than the two-to-three word, barely understandable, mumbled sentences she was giving him now.

She moaned as his hands began to massage her breasts and tug on her nipples just the way she liked. Her hips began to move slowly.

“Oh, oh, I'll, oh, I'll whisper in his ear and, oh, ask him to tie my hands behind my back and, oh, hang me from the ceiling. Oh, um, oh, Master, don't stop, please.”

She was wriggling under his hands and arched her back; he could hear her squeezing her vaginal muscles together.

“You are not allowed to cum, soon, but not yet. What else will you ask Master to do?”

“I'll ask him to make me suck him. Oh, yes, oh, don't stop, please.” She brought her hands out from behind her, reached up, and put her hands on top of his, pushing them down as he rubbed her harder.

“And? What else?”

She had begun to pant. “Oh! I'll tell him I want him to fuck me while, um, oh, while I'm in the air. I know he likes that. Pleeeeaaaaassssse.”

“That's a good slave. Master will be happy with you.” He began plucking her nipples, going from one to the other rapidly, pulling on them and letting go so her tits bounced about. She grabbed at the sheets with her hands again and dug her heels into the bed as she lifted her ass up. He knew she was perilously close to waking and he'd need to be careful as he reapplied is magic, not sure how much longer it would work.

“Oh, yes, Master will be happy with me. Oh! Please, suck me, Master! Oh!” She reached up blindly, her eyes still closed, and grabbed the back of his head, pushing him against her as she wriggled in the bed, her voice a desperate whisper. She moaned loudly as he opened his mouth and sucked her in. He sucked long and hard on her nipples, going from one to the other slowly; he sucked and plucked at her nipples until she began to beg him to let her cum, gasping pitifully – just the way he liked her to. He ignored her pleas.

“You will stay asleep, dream about my touch. When you are with Master, you will cum freely. You will enjoy cumming without having to beg. You will make Master happy by cumming for him repeatedly.”

“Oh, yes, I'll be a good girl for Master.” She shook her head emphatically, her eyes rolling beneath her lids.

Kreacher spoke around her nipple as she tried to push his face into her. “But, for me, you will wait until I give you permission, even if it is all night. Someday, you will beg me to cum and I won't let you for a long time.”

“Oh, Master Kreacher. Oh, please, don't do that to me, let me cum!” She was writhing in the bed, a pained look on her face.

“You will not climax, not yet.”

“Oh, please!” She arched her back tightly as he felt her hands spasm on his head.

Suddenly, Hermione gasped loudly as she awoke with Kreacher's mouth still around her nipple. He froze as she sat up suddenly.

“Kreacher! Master, um, Master Kreacher?” She looked at him sleepily as she pushed her hair out of her face with shaking fingers. Her nipples were hard and tingly, and she was throbbing terribly in between her legs as her body trembled with need.

“Master, please, do something! Please!” Her hands went to her nipples and began to tug on them as she gasped and moaned in desperation, her voice still sleepy as she struggled to deal with the state her body was in.

He looked at her briefly, not wanting to reward her for waking up, but his dick would have none of that thinking. He so loved when she begged him to do her like this, she allowed him to do anything when her body was in this state. “Lay down and spread your legs.”

She groaned and closed her eyes as she quickly lay back against her pillows and slid down, then opened her legs as wide as she could with her knees bent.

“Please, Master! Oh, Gods, please! Oh please, oh please, oh please!” Her voice was a desperate, gasping whisper as she pulled her very wet and fragrant labia open for him and bucked her hips, indicating her urgent need.

He climbed between her legs and started to lap her juices, his fingers beginning to lightly rub her swollen clit teasingly.

Her eyes flew open for a moment as she cried out in a shaky voice, “OH! Please, don't tease me! Oh, please! Harder, harder!” She ground herself into his face as she pushed his head with her hands.

He pulled her petals apart, then licked her with a strong tongue a few times before he sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled her nub with his tongue until she cried out loudly with her climax in short order, her hips alternately pushing and pulling from him as he continued to suck on her relentlessly until she came a second time. Her cries of release became ones of pain as he continued to mouth her overly-sensitized clit after her second orgasm, then became tearful until she began to plateau with her third; her whole body tightening almost painfully as she finally crested her third climax with a loud, strangled, gasping shriek. Before she was done her third orgasm, he climbed up and shoved his dick into her, fucking her as she squealed with his efforts; her tits bounced nicely with each powerful stroke as his thumb circled her clit, allowing her to ride out her climax while her vaginal muscles spasmed around his dick enticingly and he felt his ejaculate gloriously spurting through his member. Once done spilling his essence into her, he pulled out and climbed up the bed to lay beside her, his fingers reaching over to play with a still pert nipple.

She turned to look at him silently, making sure she was positioned so he could continue his attention to her body; she was now fully aware though still sleepy, then looked embarrassed as she quietly admitted to him, “I've missed you sleeping with me, Master.” She couldn't believe she told him that, not sure why she suddenly felt the need to tell him. In a way, it was true, even though he seemed to be at her constantly and she never felt she had enough sleep, she missed him. She thought that perhaps it was just that she missed someone, anyone, sleeping next to her. She wished that Master Sirius could sleep with her each night like a husband did with his wife. But Master never had a chance to sleep with her like Master Kreacher had, so she missed the elf being with her instead of the man.

She reached up and pushed his hand onto her breast harder as she turned a little more for him. She couldn't believe she enjoyed sex with an elf; well, sort of – she became wet when she thought of his touch, but some of his practices weren't her cup of tea. Her mind went to Dobby for a brief moment, wondering what it would be like to have him at her; somehow she was sure he would be a lot more gentle with her. She looked at Kreacher and wondered what it would be like to be a slave to two house elves before shaking her head in alarm. 'Hermione! Don't lose yourself completely! It's bad enough to be a slave to a man and an elf! But to two elves?'

Kreacher smiled wickedly as he looked at her silently and she feared he knew what she was thinking.

“Then tell Master you wish for Kreacher to sleep with you again. We'll both enjoy each other immensely.” For good measure, he reached over and briefly sucked her nipple deeply into his mouth before sitting back again, watching her reaction closely.

Her eyes followed him as he moved away; she slid her hand along her body slowly and cupped her breast, arching her back and turning towards him, offering it to him. Her tone was dreamy, husky; her words spoken slowly. “Mmm, that was nice. Yes, sir, I will. I'll tell him. I promise.” He licked his lips before leaning forward and rewarding her by sucking on her some more as she held herself for him, her eyes closed as she took in a deep breath.

“What will you tell him?” he asked from her breast, his mouth around her nipple. She could feel his breath curling along her skin and she pushed herself towards him, encouraging him to continue.

“That I want you to sleep with me again.”

He circled her nippled with his tongue a few times, then sucked her deeply before sitting up once again. “You are a good girl, a very good girl.” His voice had a musical quality to it and she found herself willingly listening to his words, not wanting him to stop. “What will you say if he asks you why?”

“I, I don't know. What should I tell him?” She pulled his head down to her again, and sighed as he continued to suckle her.

He continued to work her tits for a few moments before pulling away to answer. “That you miss Kreacher fucking you in the middle of the night.”

She looked at him quietly, not sure if what he said was exactly true or not. He pushed her flat on her back and climbed on top of her before he began to suck on her just as she liked it, she grabbed at the headboard as she closed her eyes and concentrated on his mouth and fingers. “Kreacher could do this to you every night he is in your bed, and more,” he murmured as he moved back and forth from one breast to the other and back again

“Master, I....”

He pulled his mouth away from her as he spoke. “Kreacher will rub you down and help you sleep when you need it. And Kreacher will make you feel so good. Do you like what Kreacher is doing to you now?”

“Yes. Oh, yes, I do.” Her words came out in a pant as she nodded her head and pushed her back up so she was closer to his mouth, then moaned when he used his tongue on her for a moment before talking to her once again.

“Kreacher could fill you with fruit, every night, if you want.” He slowly slid down her body, his tongue licking her as he went; and, when he began to dig his tongue into her, he was rewarded with her body bucking violently as she took in a deep, shuddering gasp.

“Oh, Master!”

He dug into her, his long tongue following the contours of her cervix and the walls of her love tunnel as she writhed with her arousal. His fingers finally traced her thighs slowly before going to her clit and massaging her until she climaxed with a loud shrieking noise, his well-muscled tongue still wriggling deep within her until her vaginal walls stopped shuddering.

He came up and massaged her tits again while licking her neck as she caught her breath and her heart quit hammering in her chest; her hands still desperately clutching the headboard.

“Kreacher will make every night a night of pleasure......and pain.” He nipped her neck just before he whispered 'and pain' so that she took in a sharp gasp, not hearing those two words at all. He fully planned on providing her plenty of pleasure, but her pain was his pleasure in return.

He looked at her expectantly, knowing what her reply would be. “Do you want Kreacher to fill you with fruit each night?”

“Oh, yes, Master, I do.” She watched him as he plucked her deep pink nipples and rolled them in his fingers before pulling on them and letting go; leaning over, he circled her left nipple, then the right, several times with his very warm, very moist tongue. He then licked and sucked each dry before sitting up again.

“I'll tell him I want you in my bed, I'll tell him.” She writhed before him. “Please, Master, fuck me again. Please.”

“You want Kreacher to fuck you again? You're a slut, aren't you? Tell Kreacher how much you like being his slut and maybe Kreacher will fuck you again.” He pulled her nipples. “Go on.”

“Please, Master!” She thought the throbbing between her legs was going to make her go insane and she tried rubbing her legs together in an effort to lessen the throb but found herself becoming more excited. Briefly, she wondered if the elf had performed some type of magic on her, then decided she didn't care as long as he stopped the increasingly painful throbbing.

“I'm your slut, Master! I want you to fuck me! Please, Master! Please, fuck me! Suck me and fuck me and make me feel better! Please!”

“Oh, you want Kreacher to suck you now? Suck you and fuck you? Kreacher thinks you need to prepare him if you want all that. Tell Kreacher again, whose slut are you?”

“I'm your slut, Master Kreacher! I'm Master Kreacher's slut! Please, Master! Please!”

“Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you, Master Kreacher! God's, please, Master! Please!”

Kreacher smiled as he slid up her chest and grabbed his sex-slut's hair, using it to yank her head up so he could shove his dick into her mouth. “Prepare Kreacher to fuck you, slut!”

He pumped into her for many minutes, his pre-cum flowing freely, forcing her to swallow thickly many times as she moaned around him. Finally, and with great effort, he pulled out of her and slid down her body, taking her with his mouth, making her writhe and moan and gasp with multiple elfin-induced orgasms, her body shuddering with each as her mind left her body and wondered amongst the clouds until he could stand it no longer, feeling as if he were going to burst if he didn't take her NOW. Quickly, he crawled upwards and positioned himself between her wide-open legs, shoving his dick into her slick, warm wetness deeply and forcefully with a loud moan of his own. He had never been so aroused before in his life and thought he would never cum before he went mad himself. He could hear her moans from afar as his fingers continued to pleasure her, the shudders of her orgasming vaginal walls around his dick finally making him crest over the edge and spill his seed within her as he pumped deeper and harder into her over and over again – his climax taking several agonizing minutes to finish as he repeatedly panted out her name.

After he finished, he lay upon her as he caught his breath and tried to regain his strength and composure. Finally, he raised his head and began to lick the beads of sex-sweat from her belly, watching her muscles jump and twitch as he did so. He crawled on top of her and made her lick him clean, then made her suck him off when he sported another erection – this time it was not as painfully needy as the one before and he was able to keep his dignity as he spilled himself down her throat as a Master should, his hands fisted in her hair and pulling her up painfully so he could pump into her deeply.

“You are a good girl.” He looked down at her as she looked up at him, his member still in her mouth. He pulled back, allowing himself to fall from her puckered lips. “You are the best sex slave a house elf could ever have. And you are Kreacher's, forever. Do you know that?”

“Yes, Master. I'm your sex slave.”

He pulled on her hair. “Forever.”

“Yes, Master. Forever. Forever and ever.”

“Yes, you are a good sex slave. Play with your tits for Kreacher, Slave.”

He climbed off of her and sat quietly, watching with a smile as she twirled and tugged on her nipples. She was so easy to manipulate it wasn't funny. Oh, no, it wasn't. But she was much more fun to manipulate than Master. Oh, yes, she was.

Smiling back, she asked, “Master? Will Master be coming down soon?” She yawned as she stretched, Kreacher's hands grabbing at her as she did so, making her giggle as she lay back with her eyes closed, enjoying his hands on her yet again. She was so tired and she wanted to go to sleep even though she had just woken up after a restful nap, but she wanted him to do more to her, to do more with her. She no longer throbbed between her legs, but she didn't mind the thought of him having a go at her again. However, much as she wanted Master Kreacher to ravage her again, she also wanted to get up and prepare herself for Master so he could have his hours of passion with her as well.

“Yes, it's nearly ten at night. He should summoning me to bring him down soon.” His Master no longer trusted going down the basement steps and had been having Kreacher bring him to her from his locked and warded bedroom. This arrangement had become very convenient for Kreacher. Oh,yes, indeed. He no longer had to worry about Master suddenly showing up and taking her from him, he could take all the time he wanted with her before he retrieved his Master when summoned. Most importantly, he could do things to the Mudblood slave that his Master didn't approve of and not worry about being caught.

He eyed the slave and saw see her struggling with herself, as if she were having an argument within her. She wanted to ask him something but she was hesitating. He smiled widely. He had been working on her for weeks to get her to ask Master to do things to her; he had been successful so far with getting her to ask Master to fuck her in his Animagus form while she sucked Kreacher off at the same time; the two of them doing her from both ends at once while she moaned in appreciation. Master had been very pleased with her request and he had doggie fucked her many times since then - several times in front of his mother's portrait as he basked in the proud woman's praise while she watched the two of them properly defile the filthy Mudblood. His Master became rough and haughty with the slave when in front of his mother, and Kreacher loved it when Master discovered they would have the house to themselves for a few hours and said it was time to give his mother a show. Oh, yes, his Master was so easy to manipulate! Just a few suggestions to him in his sleep and he was proudly and repeatedly plowing the Mudblood in various ways in front his his mother – and the Mudblood was a willing victim as she demurely played her part to perfection.

Kreacher reflected upon his teaching of the two – at times, it was slow going to keep the two of them wanting the same things at the same time. He had to be careful to keep them from realizing it he who was whispering to them in their sleep while working at the same time to sync their desires together. But, the rewards of his hard work were worth it and he knew his efforts would not go unrecognized – or unrewarded.

He released her tits as he lay back, closing his eyes as remembered last night. Master had responded very well to his suggestions about shitting on her; Master hadn't been too enthusiastic on the idea until he masturbated him as he put the idea in his head. Requesting things that they weren't too keen on while pleasuring them in their sleep was an excellent tactic, his magic could keep them asleep far longer and deeper than normal as he made his requests. He found that Master was easier to manipulate in some areas than was the sex slave, she had many hang-ups he had to work through; he was pleased with her progress though, as she became less inhibited and followed his instructions. He had been working on her to start liking scat play for a while now but she still fought him though he could tell her resistance was beginning to waver. He knew that getting her to accept and finally enjoy the lowest forms of debasement was going to be a very important factor in the future so he worked tirelessly with that goal in mind.

“Master, I've been thinking about, about.....” He turned to look at her, watching her screw up her face as she struggled with herself.

“You've been thinking about what, Slave? You do know that the only purpose in life a slave has is to please their Masters, isn't that so?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And you want to please your Masters, don't you?”

“Yes, Master, I do.” She especially wanted to please Sirius. She liked when he came down now, he rubbed her belly and talked to the baby. He was also a little more inclined to having a quiet night with her as they read a book together, which she liked tremendously. Lately though, she had begun to dream of him doing things to her, things she wasn't sure she wanted done to her and yet, in her dreams, she loved everything they did.

She feared hurting the baby so she struggled to refrain from asking him to do anything too racy and yet she had asked him twice to fuck her while in his Animagus form and was starting to want him to truss her up like a turkey and do things to her as he had done when he first brought her down. She was confused with her thoughts, it was now approximately December 20th, she'd have to ask Sirius for the exact date again, and she had only been with him since August; in only four months she had become totally subservient to him and was now thinking about asking him to do things to her she was frightened of or didn't particularly like doing. How could she have changed so much in such a short amount of time? She wondered, would she have had this type of sexual relationship with Ron if she hadn't been taken by Sirius?

She never knew about all the sexual activities she and Sirius had done together before this summer, though she knew it was due to her young age and sheltered life – there were no references to sex practices at Hogwarts and she certainly never saw anything like that at home. The only books on sex were the ones that discussed the basic, rudimentary facts about conception.

She just couldn't help wondering if, once they began to experiment, if she and Ron would have become wilder in bed as time went on, especially with the danger they had faced so far in their lives. Would they eventually have delved into ropes and chains, whips and floggers? She shook her head, best not to think about Ron and Harry and her life before, not anymore. She closed her eyes and saw Ron's hands on her while she lay naked on the kitchen table, everyone in the Order cheering him on as they grabbed at her, too. She felt herself becoming aroused as she felt their mouths and hands on her. Her eyes popped open – where had that vision come from?

“When Master comes down, you will work hard to please him, won't you?” Kreacher's hand slid between her legs briefly.

“Yes, sir.”

Kreacher's fingers were busy as he looked along her body, looking up at her face. “What were you going to ask, Mudblood?”

“I, I, uh...” She had trouble concentrating as Kreacher's fingers worked her expertly. Soon, his mouth joined his fingers.

“Tell me, Mudblood, or I stop.”

“I, uh, oh, I was going to ask about...” Hermione couldn't believe she was going to ask this of her Master, but she somehow felt compelled to. “Master, you haven't done anything with, with, with poop lately.”

Kreacher licked along her cervix while his fingers rubbed her clit, making her jump just like he wanted her to.

“Ah, are you missing Kreacher doing that?”

“I, I, I don't know! No! No, I don't! I, uh, maybe I do. Oh, I don't know!” Hermione arched her back as Kreacher sucked her clit into his mouth. “Uh, uh, I, uh...”

“That's a good slave, it was very good of you ask me about that.” He licked her insides again. “Kreacher thinks you deserve a fruit-filled moment for inquiring about scat play. Would you like that, Slave?”

“Oh, Gods, yes, Master!”

“Kreacher will get the cherries and stuff you with them, then work them out of you just the way you like it.” Kreacher smiled at up at her. “But, only after Kreacher smears shit on you. When Kreacher does that to you, it's called scat play. You have to let Kreacher do it willingly, though, Slave. You'll have to beg Kreacher to shit on your face, Mudblood. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Hermione couldn't believe she was agreeing to this. Scat play? That's what you called what he did to her when he used poop on her? She tried to reason with herself that scat play wasn't so bad as long as she didn't have to eat it. After all, it was like those Golden Showers that Master enjoyed – it was dirty when you did it, but then you washed it off once you were done. ”Where did that thinking come from, I wonder?'

“Oh, you are a good Slave to your Master Kreacher, aren't you?”

“Yes, sir, I am. I want to be a good slave to you, honest, I do.”

Kreacher smiled as he summoned the cherries and stuffed her with them, her gasping while he rubbed her clit with each cherry pushed up into her music to his ears. Then, after he was done giving her a shit facial, scat body rub, and pearl necklace, he ate her out as she moaned and writhed while he took special care to give her the best eating out of her life. He was very well aware that the pleasure would help enforce her acceptance of the scat play, something he was having difficulty getting her to ask their Master to do to her. He decided, right then and there, that the only time she would be allowed to be a fruit desert would be when she begged him for scat play. 'That should work perfectly!'

Once he was done his fruit desert with Hermione topping, he cleansed her body of their combined body waste, then used a potion to clean her eyes. This potion, one that was sparkling clear, did not cause her pain as it washed away the scat germs, and it did not cause her the fear the other potion did. He wanted her to accept this so he was careful to choose a painless potion as he spoke kindly to her while cleaning her up.

“Yes, you are a good slave to let Master Kreacher do that to you. You're becoming a better slave every day. Someday soon, you'll make Master Kreacher proud when you let others do that to you, too. Oh, yes, you will.”

At first, Hermione had been wary of Master Kreacher's praise since he usually scolded her, but then she began to listen to the inflection of his voice, its sing-song quality somehow taking the edge off of the fact that she allowed him to basically use her as a toilet. Suddenly, even though she felt this strange pleasure at allowing him to perform that act upon her, she felt a painful pang of shame wash over her. Master Kreacher didn't know it, but some of the fluid running down the side of her face as he cleaned her eyes were also her tears.

'Just don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it. I won't think about it anymore. Not anymore, not anymore, not anymore. I'll pretend it didn't happen and won't ever ask about that again. Not ever. Not ever again, not ever again, not ever again.'

By the time Kreacher was done with her eyes, Hermione had calmed herself and was in denial that she had actually precipitated the scat encounter with him - she felt a little unreal, almost feeling as if she were floating outside of herself, but she definitely felt better than she had when he first began cleaning her up and found it easy to ignore the fact of what she had allowed him to do. Ignore and pretend it didn't happen.

Slowly, she got up and walked to the bathroom while rubbing her belly; she didn't show much but she had enough of a bulge that it was obvious she was pregnant. She loved her little baby bump, she looked down with a smile and thought, 'Only four more months to go and I'll be holding you.' She turned on the shower and climbed into the tub, scrubbing herself clean in preparation for Master's visit; he liked her clean and ready for him at a moments notice. She scrubbed her face repeatedly until she feared she would start bleeding if she didn't stop, then rinsed hers face under the hottest water she could.

Finally, feeling slightly better, she played with her breasts a bit, looking down at them as she thought about the fact that they looked like they had grown a bit - she couldn't be sure because Master didn't allow her to wear a bra so she had no real reference to their size anymore. As she washed her privates, she thought about when Master made a comment that he'd like to shave her down there some day. She had wondered why he'd want to do that, but thought that maybe she'd surprise him by shaving herself for him. She stood and looked at the razor a moment before grabbing it.

After drying off and getting into a bright red, lace teddy that Master Kreacher had put out for her (she was now back to wearing lingerie all the time though she didn't mind, not that much anyway, not anymore), she worked on her hair; it looked as if Master would have to redo his charm because it was starting to tangle badly. She so hoped the baby didn't have a rat's nest for hair. Master forbade her from cutting her hair short, he insisted that he liked her hair, but she hated it; it was bushy and reminded her of the classic witches hair in Muggle storybooks. She did find that the longer her hair got the less it stuck up at the top of her head, and guessed it was the weight of her hair that pulled it down. She struggled but was finally able to successfully part her hair in the middle, allowing her to comb through and untangle it.

Finally, she was done fixing herself up and couldn't wait for Master to see her bare bottom, it was more bare than he knew. She giggled when she thought of it; she had felt funny shaving herself there and wondered how bad she'd itch once it began to grow back. She supposed, if he really liked it, that she'd stay shaved down there, although her belly would get in the way after a while and she'd either have to stop or one of them would do it for her. She'd never showered with someone else before and the thought excited her; she had heard of people showering together and thought she would really enjoy that.

She sat on the couch and began to read a potions book while she waited for Master. She thought about how she had woken up, with Master Kreacher at her breast. She wasn't sure, but she thought she remembered his voice in her dreams again. Was he talking to her while she dreamed? She pondered that a moment, trying to think of why he'd be doing that to her in her sleep. Was he the reason she had all those dreams? Would that make her act differently as well? She looked down at her outfit as she thought about this, then looked up at the bookshelves – maybe there was a book about psychology in there. Would there be information about changing people while talking to them in their dreams in a psychology book? She'd talk about it with Master when he came.

“Master Kreacher?”

Kreacher looked at her expectantly from the bed, he lay there waiting for Master to call so he could bring him down to use the Mudblood.

“Sir, may I have something to eat? Some cheese and crackers or something like that? Please?” She didn't know if he'd allow her something to eat or not; sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't – she never knew what he'd decide to allow. Sometimes he made her perform for him before she was allowed to eat, sometimes he didn't. She was relieved when he nodded slightly after a moment's pause before a plate of crackers with various cheeses and fruit popped up on the table beside her. She ate carefully, ensuring the food did not touch her lips as she ate sparingly. Her Master wanted her to eat well for the baby so she tried to consume several small, healthy snacks a day in an effort to please him.

An hour later, Sirius came down with Kreacher and found her asleep on the couch, his eyes glancing at the plate of food next to her - he was pleased to see she had eaten some fruit, cheese, and crackers. His eyes turned to look at her again; he worried about her being so sleepy, he knew excessive sleepiness occurred the first few months, but she was at least five months along now. He sat down at her waist and gave her a kiss on the cheek as he rubbed her belly, his eyes roaming her body through the red lace, noting how strategically placed satin teasingly hid certain parts of her anatomy. She woke to look at him and smiled, he liked her smile and wished others could witness it. He wondered about Remus: maybe if he brought Remus down and he saw her genuine affection for him, maybe Remus would be instrumental in helping him bring her back with the others and allowing them to be together, especially now that she was pregnant with his child. He was pretty sure the others wouldn't be too keen on him being near her, but he was also sure they wouldn't want the father of her child back in prison. He looked at her belly and wondered if the baby would be conducive to keeping him out of Azkaban and keeping them together once she was upstairs; he planned to think on that further.

He reached down and kissed her belly, her barely there baby bump rising slightly under the lace. He couldn't wait for her to get bigger, he had always thought a pregnant woman was sensual; everyone knew why she was pregnant - because she fucked. And being pregnant pretty much advertised a woman's sexual status.

“So, sweetie, what were you attempting to read today? Ah, 'Potions Under Fire, A Look At Potions Brewed With The Broiler', gee, sounds intriguing.” He rolled his eyes as he said this even though he knew it was a book he read when he was much younger than her. “I brought a book down for us to read together, something that tells us about the baby growing within you. I thought you'd find it interesting with all of the pictures it contains.”

She took in a deep breath, not quite a gasp but nearly so, as she took the book from him, her hands rubbing over the cover, her fingers tracing around the picture of a baby. “Where did you get it? How did you get it?”

“I was able to go to a Muggle bookstore and buy it today. Muggle England has forgotten about 'big, bad Sirius Black' and aren't looking for me anymore so it was pretty easy to get.” He had already faced Albus over his leaving the premises without his armed guard but he didn't care, he figured as long as he remained in dog form for the majority of his time while out he'd be harder to spot if a wizard happened to see him – after all, there had to be hundreds of black dogs running around England. If only fucking Pettigrew wasn't in with He-who-must-not-be-named, he was sure he wouldn't have to worry about being out at all in his Animagus form.

Hermione looked at the book's cover while she sat up. He settled next to her on the couch, putting his arm around her shoulders, and they spent some time going through the book, reading it and discussing the information it contained. She sat with her head on his shoulder, her legs across his, while his hand covered her feet. She was excited to find out that the baby would start hearing their voices soon, if not already, and marveled at how tiny it was right now.

He sat and watched as her excitement grew over the baby once again, wondering what it was like to carry a child within oneself. He still had no emotional attachment to the child; he could see her belly beginning to grow but it still seemed unreal. He liked how she responded to his talking to the baby and rubbing her belly so he made an effort to do so when he came down, just so he could watch her response – she would giggle and smile and he felt an emotional warmth emanate from her towards him that he especially liked. He had never truly known maternal love and he wondered if that was what he was feeling from her; she was going to be a mother, after all, so he reasoned it was appropriate for her to start showing those feelings even if it were directed towards him.

He thought about Christmas, which was coming up in a few days. What would he get her? He supposed he didn't have to get her anything, but he wanted to. But, what? He knew it would be a sad time for her to deal with, he was having his own emotional difficulties himself. Harry and the Weasley's had arrived en masse at Grimmauld Place two days ago, following Harry having a vision of Mr. Weasley being attacked by the giant snake, and he was pitifully grateful for their visit, even if it was over such a sad event. He looked down at his Kitten; if he were lonely and bored with the few visitors he got, it must be nearly unbearable for her. He couldn't allow her more visitors, at least, not yet, so he decided to get her more baby books for Christmas, but what else? She wasn't the sort who wanted jewelry, and she wasn't into fashion. He knew any type of book from the magical world would be perfect for her, but he wanted to do more. He had looked at some items called DVD players while in the Muggle shops and wished he could get her one, but he knew they would never work in this house with all of the magic contained within it. Even the vibrators he used on her worked for a few sessions before they shorted out, forcing him to get replacements. He chuckled when he remembered Kreacher wondering why he didn't just use his wand on her – he didn't know why he preferred using the Muggle contraptions, he just did. He wasn't one to dissect why he wanted something in particular because he really didn't care why he wanted it, so why try to figure it out and ruin the fun?

He wondered, maybe she would like to do a small handfasting ceremony. It wouldn't be legal with the Ministry, but it might make her feel better about having a baby 'out of wedlock' as she had put it if she considered them married spiritually. Having a child 'out of wedlock' was not handled well in the wizarding world; witches were rarely virgins when they went to their marriage bed but they knew how to keep from getting pregnant until they wanted to – in fact, he knew Poppy handed out contraceptive potions to the girls at Hogwarts like it was candy. He understood that a single mother in the Muggle world was not ostracized anymore, but the opposite was true in the wizarding world. He sighed at the thought. He had certainly created more problems than he had anticipated when he took her for himself. He thought about what else he could do for her for Christmas as she continued to innocently prattle on about the baby, completely unaware of his dour thoughts. Her precious, persistent innocence, despite everything that had been done to her, making him smile.

His smile left him as he once again thought about her innocence. Was he ruining it? Were his desires ruining her? Despite his insistence that his sexual practices were not aimed at punishing her, she still reacted fearfully when he did more than a simple spank, forcing him to pause in the middle of his pleasure in order to reassure her. He had begun to expose her to more of his sexual desires on a weekly basis while keeping most of their time together tame and controlled to help lessen her fear of him – and of them. He had a feeling that perhaps he should go even slower with her but the weekly schedule he had set was becoming a strain on him; if he introduced too much too fast she became a quivering mass of fear that he didn't enjoy – he had learned his lesson once again that day they found out she was pregnant – push too fast and do too much and it would nearly ruin the experience.

Her wants and desires obviously did not match his own and he knew she merely endured him rather than enjoyed him. Oh yes, she had orgasms, multiple ones if he was careful, but he could tell she wasn't truly enjoying herself while he was in the throes of ecstasy. He browbeat himself constantly over this, had done so since he took her. Sometimes he thought that perhaps it would be best to let her go, and get someone else whose desires matched his own. Only then would he be able to truly let go sexually and enjoy himself. This wasn't the first time he had thought this and was sure it wouldn't be the last, he just wished he could make up his mind on what to do and stop this second guessing. One minute he was sure he was decided upon an action, the next he wondered if he was wrong.

He shifted uncomfortably, his ears hearing her words as she read the book but his brain not absorbing them; he absently brought his hand up to rub her belly briefly, her face turning up to him as she smiled at him brightly, before sliding his hand down her legs and covering her feet once again. He thought more about what he wanted - he didn't want a woman who was already trained sexually by another man; he felt it was okay for a man to like what he liked but not a woman, not until she was introduced into it and molded by her lover; he felt a woman should accept the mans desires and allow him to teach her to please him. He was sure that this was the natural order of things in a marriage - and he felt very married to Hermione; surely she felt the same towards him as well? He didn't want a woman who was already 'broken in' by another man; he had been thrilled to find out, once and for all, that he had been Hermione's first and that he was the lucky man to teach her everything she needed to know about sex. He decided that he really did *want* someone such as she, he realized she excited him more due to her innocence, her inexperience; he just wanted her to bend her values to increase his pleasure while maintaining her sweetness - for some reason she was resisting this natural change and he wasn't sure if it was because he was doing something wrong or if it was normal to take so long. He thought of his father and, for the first time in years, wished he could talk to him and ask him what he should do – whatever his father had done to train his mother, he had done a good job.

Sirius' jaw dropped. He didn't want Hermione to turn into his mother. He'd have to make sure he didn't do things to his Kitten to turn her into his mother. He loved his mother because she was his mother, he sought her praise, but he didn't want his mother for his wife. No, that wouldn't do at all.

And then again, he reasoned, Hermione would eventually learn he wasn't going to hurt her, not really, and when that happened, she'd trust him and completely accept his ways and he could then really enjoy himself with her. He knew that, over time, she would become comfortable with his sexual preferences and not fight them; he thought about spanking, she now – for the most part - embraced being spanked and responded favorably to having it done to her when, in the beginning, she had been very fearful of it. He still had to be careful to keep from frightening her when he did spank her, but she had come a long way from when he had first taken her for his own.

He didn't like to think of his parents being intimate with each other, but he thought that perhaps that was what had happened with his mother – that, as time went on, she just got used to what his father, her husband, wanted and she accepted them. His mother had become aggressive though, coming down here, to the slave room, with or without his father, to have her fun with the Muggle and Mudblood captives. Kreacher had told him what she did with them, prompting him to stare at his mother's portrait for a long, long while as he worked on accepting the information – she wasn't a particularly loving person towards him but he had no idea how cruel she truly could be; he looked at Hermione and thought that at least she would never have to deal with his mother and her idea of a fun time with a Muggle-born sex slave.

He hugged his Kitten tighter, her hair caressing his cheek as she turned her head in order to look up at him; her lovely brown eyes looking at him sweetly as she smiled lovingly at him. He kissed her forehead and decided that she just needed more time to adjust to her life with him; after all, she had been kidnapped and broken emotionally, forced into an unnatural relationship with an elf, and then expected to perform sex practices she never knew existed until he introduced her to them. Eventually she would truly realize he wasn't going to cause her harm and then she would become the enthusiastic lover he desired.

After thinking with alarm of his mother, he decided he was willing to wait for Hermione to accept his practices as long as she remained the sweet thing she was now.

Hermione was excited when she saw the book Sirius had bought for her, and she had been pleased when he put his arm around her and held her close while they read a book about their baby. She had sensed he wasn't overly thrilled with the thought of a baby coming and hoped this gift he bought for her meant he was coming to terms with her being pregnant. When she turned to put her legs over his, he squeezed her tighter and rubbed her legs before covering her feet with his hand; she looked down at his nice, strong hand and sighed; she really did like how masculine they were – she found she didn't like long, thin, fine hands on a man but rather the large, square hands like Sirius had. She snuggled up into her man, feeling glad when they shared times like this together and wishing they occurred more often.

She read the baby book to him, cover to cover, and they discussed the images it contained and read the captions below each. She beamed up at him as he put his hand on her belly briefly when they got to the page describing the baby as it was now, not realizing he was deep in thought about other things. She was pleased to find out that the baby had a heart-beat by the second month, it had fused eyelids, hair, and would begin to hear this month. She was excited at the thought that the baby would soon hear their voices. She had no idea the baby was about fifteen centimeters long, it was so tiny still!

She wondered why they had to wait until she was more than twenty weeks pregnant to find out the sex of the baby since its sex organs were formed by three months' gestation. She supposed it might be due to the hormones? She couldn't find any information on the 'whys' of the spells Sirius had mentioned, only instructions on how to do them. It irritated her that she couldn't perform them on herself, for some reason they had to be done by someone else. Sirius promised he would perform the charms on her on Christmas Eve because that was when she would be nearly twenty-five weeks pregnant, he wanted to wait until she was in the middle of the twenty to thirty week mark, when he said the scans could be performed – he said the closer to thirty weeks' gestation, the more accurate the scan and the books she read agreed. She snorted; a Muggle ultrasound would give her baby's sex and gestational age sooner, interesting bit of fact though frustrating. She mainly wanted to know who the father was, at least she wouldn't have to wait for DNA analysis. She knew she shouldn't be ashamed of it, it wasn't her fault after all, but she never thought she'd worry over who the father was of any of her children.

Funny how life turns out.

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Authors notes, you may freely skip:

Used this website to calculate Hermione's possible due date:
http://www.mybirthcare.com/calculator.asp
If her last period was July 4, 2005, then her due date would be approximately April 10, 2006.
August = ~1 month
September = ~2 months
October = ~3 months
November = ~4 months
December = ~5 months
January = ~6 months
February = ~7 months
March = ~8 months
April = ~9 months
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Snagged an online calendar and figured out the gestational age of the baby:
September 12 = 10 weeks
November 21 = 20 weeks
December 26 = 25 weeks
January 30 = 30 weeks
April 10 = 40 weeks
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HP Lexicon timeline for December 1995:
http://www.hplex.org/timelines/timeline.php?startyear=1995&endyear=1996
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Interesting website on DNA analysis:
http://www.usdoj.gov/oig/special/0405/index.htm
I downloaded this program to play with it:
http://www.genecodes.com/
Now, to find some DNA sequences for me to plug into the program...
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Cool... Geographical origin of sequenced DNA samples:
http://www.ebi.ac.uk/embl/Services/EMBLWorld/EMBLWorld.pl
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Sleep Learning has been discredited. Good thing Kreacher is an elf or my story would fall apart completely!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep-learning
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The Subconscious:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subconscious
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BTW, I use wikipedia all the time so I donated to the site.
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Also, interesting, Poppy hands out contraceptives to the girls “like it's candy” and yet girls still have to hide their sexuality (recall my discussion in my Author's notes in chapter 2 as well as Sirius' musings)... Very fucked up sexual society we live in...
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Next chapter will be a difficult read for those of you who want romance. You'll have to wait for chapter 16 for that. No Sirius at all in the next chapter.

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