Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 13,971
Chapter 18 Edit Date: 01/15/2009
Clean-up editing: 06/05/2009
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WesleyY7 – Thanks again for the review. This chapter shows more of Kreacher and his manipulations. Hehehe, on the “Kreacher takes over everything” comment – you have no idea!
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roxie – I was so hoping no-one saw this new development! I think it's pretty original. Thirty or more chapters, yes. At least. You'll know when it's done because I will put the timeline up – I've got a detailed dated timeline for this story.
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soniab – Thanks for your review as well. Yes, this is dark, I think darker than even I realized at first. People in real life go through dark times for years and years, with no hope in sight. Hermione will have some type of respite in the end, but not what you'd expect.
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Chapter 18 – Control Is Multifaceted

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Story Date: December 24, 1995

“Alright, sweetie, are you ready?”

Hermione lay on the bed, waiting impatiently for Sirius to perform the charms.

Sirius pointed his wand tip at her belly, then at himself as he spoke an incantation under his breath. The glow at the tip of the wand faded instantly, Sirius repeated the charm several times before consulting the book to be sure he was doing it correctly. He sighed deeply.

“Well, babe, it seems the child belongs to Ron.” His voice was incredulous. “That means you are really,” he paused as he did some mental calculations, his eyes closed, “a little over four months pregnant and not the six months like we expected.” He eyed her belly. “You're awfully big for four months pregnant, though.”

“I am?” Hermione felt elated at the thought of having Ron's baby, but also disappointed that Sirius wasn't the father.

“Mmmm.” Sirius' murmur was noncommittal.

He pointed the wand at her belly again and spoke while reading from the book, letting go of the wand when he saw its tip glowing – the wand floated straight up and down above her. Hermione held her breath, watching as the wand began to spin, its tip making a small glowing circle as it spun off-axis at great speed, the circle slowly turning pink. The wand stopped spinning and Sirius grabbed it before it fell.

“Well, we'll have to repeat these tests a month from now, just to be sure, but it looks as if you're going to have a girl.”

Hermione caught the “you're” in that sentence, suddenly wishing he was saying “we're”.

“I'm sorry, Sirius.”

Sirius gave her a tired smile. “It's okay, Kitten. It's not your fault the Weasley's breed like rabbits and his sperm beat mine. Fuck, I was hoping the child was mine, though. I really was.”

“Me, too.”

Sirius' eyes turned to look at her and she blushed.

“I love you, Sirius, and I want your baby.” He smiled when she said this, then turned his eyes to the book.

“Well, just to be sure, let's do the Gestational Charm. Remember what I said about your needing to be at least twenty weeks pregnant for this to be accurate, and the closer to thirty you were, the more accurate it was? You're less than twenty weeks if Ron is the father, but we'll see what this shows anyway. I know Poppy knows of some other charms that work better and sooner, but they aren't contained in my book so I can't use them. Sure wish I could get a hold of a Healer Encyclopedia.”

He pointed his wand at her belly and, using the book, sang an incantation while waving his wand above her in complicated little circles. The wand tip glowed bright yellow and blue stars fell from it.

“Yellow with blue stars, yellow with blue stars. Ah, here it is, this says that you are eighteen weeks pregnant, with the warning about using the charm too early in the pregnancy. I'll have to grab the calendar to count back to the day Ron brought you down here, but that sounds about right. So, you are four-and-a-half months pregnant.”

He sat back, watching her as she rubbed her belly. So, she was going to have a girl, and it belonged to Ron. He'd have to deal with this later, when he was alone in his room. He wasn't sure if he should wish the Paternity Charm was wrong or not. He had expected to be the last of the Blacks for many years now, and he supposed that his wish while in Azkaban to let the 'noble House of Black' die out, was going to come true. Just the same, he wasn't sure he could handle the disappointment again once he retested her in a few weeks time. She gasped slightly when he reached over and rubbed her belly gently.

“Kitten, the child might not be my own, but it's still a part of you.”

The smile on her face was full of relief.

“Besides, I get the milk, no matter whose baby it turns out to be.”

“Sirius! You and the baby milk! What will the baby eat?” She swatted at him playfully.

“Ah, well, I've decided the baby will be bottle fed. Your tittie-milk is mine.”

She stared at him a moment, not sure if he was joking or not.

“Are, are you serious?”

“Very.”

“You won't let the baby have any?”

“No. Well, for the first few days you'll breast feed because you make that pre-milk stuff and it's good for the baby. But, then, when that milk comes in, it's mine. No arguments.”

“Oh.” She wasn't sure how she felt about that. She supposed it was okay, as long as the baby had food and clean nappies. What was his fascination with her breast milk, anyway? It wasn't like he couldn't get his own milk upstairs. After mulling this over for a few minutes, her mind turned to Master Kreacher.

“Sirius?”

“What, babe?”

“The baby will be safe, won't it?”

He looked at her a long moment before taking in a deep breath and replying.

“I think so, hon. I have to speak with Kreacher about all this. He is not thrilled with the thought of a baby, not at all.”

“But, the baby will be safe?”

“We'll talk about that later, sweetie. Okay?” He looked at her quietly, wishing she would stop asking about it. To be honest, Sirius worried a great deal about the safety of the child, especially now that it may not be his. He needed to discuss this with Kreacher to find out what the elf planned – he no longer had control over Kreacher and he dreaded the day he had to worry about how to protect a newborn when he couldn't protect its mother.

He bent over and kissed her, rubbing her belly. He hadn't touched her sexually in days, his desire disappearing completely when Kreacher took over. He still couldn't believe Kreacher had put that charm on the room that prevented him from entering or leaving without the elf. He had tried the door from the inside several times and had been totally dismayed when the door didn't show up as it should. He wondered when the elf had performed that magic; for weeks he had had Kreacher bring him to and from the room to decrease the chance of being caught, and so had never noticed he couldn't enter alone.

“Sirius? How big am I supposed to be? You said I was too big?”

“I don't know, sweetie. I guess every woman is different, I've seen some woman look huge at five months while others barely looked pregnant when full term. I guess I thought you looked big for four months gestation when I had been thinking you looked just right for six months all this time. That's all.”

She nodded her head, her big eyes looking at him strangely.

“What?”

“Sirius, you won't stop, you know, being with me because it's Ron's baby? If it is for sure?”

He smiled quietly at the worry on her face.

“No, sweetie, I won't stop loving you and I won't stop fucking you. Okay?”

He laughed at her deep blush as she covered her face with the pillow and turned over. He slapped her bottom playfully before climbing on top of her, his arms and legs surrounding her securely as she turned onto her back and looked up at him silently, her hands sliding down his arms hopefully. He knew it upset her, but he had discovered that he had had no desire to do anything with her for several days, none at all, and he had wondered about that even though he was sure it was because of his worry for her safety and his lack of control over the situation. He closed his eyes as he thought again of her having to suffer at the hands of Bella each day – Kreacher made no secret of that fact that he was taking her there for 'fun' during their daily outings. Hermione never complained, and he couldn't bring himself to question her about it, but each time he came down she was uncharacteristically quiet and he could feel her inner turmoil; it usually took her a while to warm up to him and begin to act like herself again.

“Sirius?” She was watching him quietly, he could feel her hope that he wanted to do more than talk with her, but he remained annoyingly flaccid. Maybe if he began kissing and fondling her? He looked at her nipples that had begun to peep through the satiny fabric of her negligee as they became erect; tempted, he leaned down and kissed her neck, feeling her immediately begin to squirm in anticipation as her breathing doubled in pace within a second of his touch. “Oooo, Sirius....”

He lay down on top of her as they began to kiss, her legs parting for him as her hands slid under his shirt.

Hermione was very aware of Sirius' lack of touch, starting a few days ago, when Kreacher had told him about what Mistress Bella was forcing her to do. She had been alarmed when he had begun to cry and hug her fiercely, but then was grateful because that meant he didn't think she was dirty, and that maybe he really did care for her. Mistress kept telling her she was a slut and that Sirius would think she was a nasty whore because she was servicing them – not only Bella, Rodolphus, and Kreacher, but the Lestrange house elves as well. She had lost count of how many there were, not even sure if she was counting the same ones over and over again, but still not understanding how so many could belong to fugitives on the run from the Ministry.

She was now glad that Master Kreacher made her shower when they got back before Sirius came, no matter what he did to her while in there with her. At least most of the dirty feeling she felt was washed away with the soapy water - no matter how strong a cleansing charm Mistress used, she still felt dirty. She tried hard not to think about what they made her do or what they did to her, forcing the images out of her mind as soon as they flooded in. When those memories started, she tried hard to think about Sirius' touch; how his nice, big, warm hands felt as they rubbed her skin and she would begin to relax – she found pretending he was giving her a massage in the middle of the night was helpful as she lay there also trying to pretend Kreacher wasn't next to her. She did her best to lay still and not rouse him from sleep so he would leave her alone.

Hermione's mind came back to the present. She truly was disappointed that the child wasn't Sirius'; there would be tons of Weasley children for generations to come, but Sirius was the last of the Blacks. She wondered if she could talk him into making her pregnant after this one was born, maybe if she begged? But what would she do with the child, afterwards? Did she really expect to have a gaggle of children running around down here?

She concentrated on Sirius' lips and tongue as he kissed her, she was relieved when she felt him starting to rhythmically press his privates into her own as he pushed her legs further open, his breathing becoming more ragged as his hands started to roam over her. She wanted them to get out of their clothes, to feel his skin against hers; she opened her eyes and pushed back on his chest slightly as she began to unbutton his shirt, and wrapped her legs around him to keep him in place, eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Babe, how can I possibly get my clothes off if you hold me down?”

“I don't want you off of me, I want you to stay.”

“Very well.” He reached over, grabbed his wand, and they were naked with a quick flick of his wrist. He smiled as her giggling turning into a small moan of want as he put the wand back down, his body moving against her deliciously. She rubbed her breasts against his chest hair as she pulled him down.

“Oh, this is soooo nice! So nice! Oh, Sirius...”

“Yes....it is....”

They began to kiss again before he pulled himself up onto his elbows and knees. He was relieved he had hardened enough to prove his plumbing still worked, but he needed some help to become hard enough to fuck her.

“I want us to taste each other, sweetie.”

She giggled happily as he turned himself around and lowered himself carefully, minding his weight on her belly as he pulled her legs open and up, his elbows resting on her thighs. He could feel her breath flowing along his cock as she licked at his tip before slowly taking him in; his hips moving towards her gently; his dick hardening the further he entered her lovely, warm, inviting mouth with that maddening tongue of hers. He growled into her vulva as he sucked her inner lips into his mouth and pulled until they popped out, his mouth following them as they sprang back towards her body so he could repeat the act teasingly.

Suddenly, they heard the unmistakable sound of Kreacher apparating into the room, followed by the sound of someone struggling. Sirius quickly pulled off of Hermione, his hands grabbing at the blanket to cover her as she squealed in fear.

“What the fuck? Kreacher, what the fuck is going on?” Sirius got out of the bed and turned to look at Kreacher, then froze. Kreacher stood smiling, holding onto a length of rope that was tied around someone with red hair. Sirius' eyes opened wide as he recognized Ginny.

Ginny's eyes locked on his, then lowered down his body before squeezing them shut in alarm. Sirius grabbed his pants and pulled them on in irritation.

“Kreacher! What's the meaning of this? Why'd you bring her here?”

While Sirius angrily interrogated Kreacher, Hermione pulled her bathrobe on and ran over to Ginny, giving the girl a hug as Ginny squealed in surprise – a charmed gag keeping her from speaking. Hermione tried to remove the gag and ropes but was unable to.

“Sirius! I can't get these off!”

“Hold on, hon.”

She turned to look at Sirius as he argued with Kreacher, both of them speaking low enough that she couldn't hear what they were saying but loud enough that she knew they were in the middle of a disagreement. She turned to look at Ginny and tried to pull the gag off again, then attempted to unwind the rope.

“Hermione, come here a moment, baby.”

Something in Sirius' voice made Hermione freeze for a split second before she turned to look at him. She pulled her robe around her tighter as she stood up, fearing to walk away from her friend.

Sirius beckoned her silently with his hand. “She won't be hurt, Kitten. Come here a moment so I can talk to you.”

Hermione walked over to Sirius as Ginny began to squeal loudly, her struggles against the ropes intensifying.

“Sirius? Why is Ginny here?”

“Baby, I, uh...”

“Sirius, why is Ginny here? Why did Master bring her?”

Sirius looked very uncomfortable with what he was trying to say. He put his arm around her shoulder and gave her a squeeze. “He, Kreacher, he, uh, he wants to, he wants you...”

“Master wants me to what? Why did he bring her here?” Suddenly, Hermione's hands flew up to her mouth, her eyes wide as she gasped in horror. “No! No! I've been a good girl! I've done everything I was supposed to! Don't take her there! Don't let him take her, Sirius! NO! NO! Nooooooooooooooooo!”

Sirius had no idea of what Hermione was in a panic over, he grabbed a hold of her and pulled her to him, squeezing her in a bear hug.

“Hermione! Hermione, what are you talking about? He's not going to take her anywhere. Hermione!” He finally grabbed her waist and spun her around, pulling her down so he was curled around her, her back to his chest, one arm around her so her arms were pinned in front of her; he grabbed her chin and turned her face up to him, shouting at her several times to calm herself. Tears in her eyes, she silenced into a hiccupping, sighing whine, unable to completely get herself under control.

“Baby, he isn't taking Ginny anywhere. Has he threatened to do something to Ginny if you did something wrong?”

Mutely, she nodded her head as she began to cry gently. “Please, Sirius, please, don't let them hurt her, please.”

“Them?”

“M-M-Mistress Bellatrix and Master Rodolphus.”

“Mistress?” Sirius spat the word out.

Hermione nodded silently as Sirius thought about the implications of this new knowledge. They made her call them Mistress and Master? Kreacher gave her two new Masters? He felt anger rise up at the thought, then struggled to control it, not wanting to upset her over something she couldn't help. He decided he had better check her body for more ownership bite marks, if he found some he'd go ballistic on that fucking elf. Then he thought about the threats they were using to make her compliant – threatening Ginny's welfare to make her do what they wanted. He looked at her belly, wondering how long it would be before they threatened to harm the child. He hugged her tight, appalled at the stress she was under, never truly realizing it before.

His voice was low. “Kitten, that's not why Kreacher brought her down here.”

“W-why then? Why did he bring her?”

Sirius was silent for a few moments as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“He wants the three of us to bed each other. Then, he wants me to Obliviate her.”

Hermione's mouth fell open as she stared at him, tears running down her face.

“No, oh, no, no, Sirius, no, please, no.”

“Hermione, we have no choice. I have no choice.”

“Why? Why can't you say 'no'?”

“He'll prevent me from visiting you, baby. I can't chance that, I'll go crazy worrying about you.”

“Oh, but, Sirius! She's my best friend!”

“I know, hon.”

Sirius hugged her for a moment more, then stood, pulling her up with him, keeping his arms around her a moment as he hugged her again. He let go of her and walked over to Ginny, grabbing his wand as he neared her, her eyes watching his every movement. He flicked his wand, releasing her gag and restraints. Ginny stood up, looking uncertain at the people around her.

“Hermione? Is that really you?”

Hermione nodded as she stood with her hands over her mouth. She suddenly rushed over to her friend, pulling her into a hug.

“Oh, Ginny! I've missed you!” Hermione began crying again.

Sirius kept his voice low as he turned to look at Kreacher. “Kreacher, don't do this to Hermione. Don't make her do it. I'll do anything you ask. I'll do it if you insist, but don't make my Kitten. Don't force her to do that with her friend.”

Kreacher smiled. “Imperius them. Both of them.”

“Kreacher, Merlin's balls! No, no, don't make me do that. Come on.”

Kreacher turned to face Sirius, his smile gone. “Kreacher said, Imperius them. Both.”

Sirius stood silently, looking at the two girls as they hugged each other tearfully, swallowing loudly.

“Forgive me, baby.”

Hermione suddenly felt as if she were floating about without a care in the world. She suddenly wondered why she had been crying not long before as she looked at her best friend. Ginny returned her look with one full of bliss. Both girl's feeling as if nothing could go wrong in the world.

“Kiss her.” Hermione heard the command, recognizing the voice as Kreacher's. She looked at Ginny and saw the girl's mouth already nearing her own. Closing her eyes, she felt the others girl's lips touch her own, then their mouths became one. She could hear Ginny's breathing, could feel her trying to breathe through her nose as she struggled to do the same. She felt as if she were in one of her dreams.

“Slave, take off your robe.”

Hermione's blue birthday robe fell off her shoulders and pooled around her feet, her mouth still working on Ginny's.

“Slave, take off the blood-traitor's shirt.”

Hermione broke the kiss, then grabbed Ginny's t-shirt and pulled it over the girl's head.

“Blood-traitor, take off your bra.”

Ginny did as she was instructed, her small though well-formed breasts high on her chest, her nipples hard.

“Blood-traitor, take off the rest of your clothes.”

Ginny followed the instructions given her without hesitation.

“Toy, touch the blood-traitor's tit. Grab those tits in your hands and play with them, just like you do with Mistress Bella.”

Hermione's hands came up and grabbed Ginny's breasts, her fingers going for the younger girl's nipples as Ginny gave out a moan while tilting her head back a little, her eyes closed. Hermione heard Sirius make a noise low in his throat as her hands manipulated her friend's body.

“Toy, suck on her tits. Suck on them like you do for Mistress.”

Hermione leaned down, her mouth opening so she could suck on the younger girl's nipples, her tongue swirling around the pebbled areola before the tiny pink tip disappeared far into her mouth as Ginny's hands came up and spasmed in her hair. Hermione went from one nipple to the other, suckling long and deep as Ginny's moans became louder.

“Master, touch them both.”

Sirius looked at the girls, struggling to fight his arousal as he watched them looking like the whores in his porn magazines, then looked at Kreacher, giving him a beseeching look. Kreacher looked down at Sirius' crotch, then pointed at the girls, a wide smile on his face as he rubbed himself. Sirius stood a moment, considering his options, then turned and walked over to his girl and her friend with slow, halting steps. If the girls had wanted this and offered themselves to him freely, he'd have been ecstatic; but this way? He looked at Hermione as she mouthed Ginny, and felt his dick begin to ache; suddenly, the Imperius didn't seem quite so bad if you were on the receiving end of a good time like he was. Sirius stopped up short, how could he think like that when he knew his Kitten was crying inside, not wanting to do this?

Suddenly, Hermione felt Sirius' hands on her neck as she continued to kiss her friend. She saw his hands slide into Ginny's hair as his body touched her own. She let out a moan as she moved to the other nipple. She didn't want this, was trying her best to stop, and yet it was incredibly arousing to be doing it just the same. She hated herself for thinking and feeling this way, hoping no-one else knew her thoughts. As she allowed Ginny's nipple to pop out of her mouth and rooted for the other one, she wondered what Ginny was thinking as her mind fogged over, once again, from the curse.

“Master, kiss the blood-traitor.”

Hermione could feel Sirius bending over the smaller girl, then heard them as they began to kiss. She saw Ginny's hands move up Sirius' chest, his hand not straying from Hermione's neck while his other stayed in Ginny's hair.

“Slave, stop. Stand up straight.”

She obeyed, feeling Sirius's body against her as his hand tightened on her, pulling her against him slightly. She tried to gain comfort from his touch, wishing she was a million miles away right now.

“Master, suck on the traitor's tits.”

Hermione watched dreamily as Sirius hesitated a moment before his lips left Ginny's mouth and traveled down to her breasts, wishing he were doing that to her. She continued to try and fight the curse but it was far easier to just allow it to run its course while she felt a great nothing surround her.

“Master, suck on them properly. You know how to suck tit.”

Hermione heard his sucking, his hand never leaving her neck as he squeezed it; she wondered if he was trying to reassure her in some way.

“Master, carry the traitor to the bed.”

“Kreacher....”

“Master, Kreacher suggests you do as he says. Oh, yes, you should. Carry the girl to the bed.”

Hermione stood still as Sirius picked up her best friend and carried her to the bed, she could hear the bedsprings creek a bit as Ginny was put down gently.

“Slave, turn around and watch them.”

Hermione turned so she could see the bed and its occupants. She saw Sirius was still wearing his pants as he stood next to the bed, his fists opening and closing slowly. She saw his arousal bulging the front of his pants and felt a niggle of jealousy and anger flare briefly before it was replaced by a great nothing as the curse took over once again.

“Master, use your mouth on the girl. All over her body. You know exactly what I mean. Use your hands, too.”

Sirius looked up at Hermione, a look of weary pain on his face. “I'm sorry, baby. You know I have to do this.”

Sirius' face turned towards Ginny, his mouth lowering down to her neck as he began to kiss and lick her, his hands coming up to the girl's breasts as she arched into them, her head going back as she was overcome with the new sensations she was experiencing for the first time. Hermione watched as he slowly moved his mouth down to her breasts, slowly sucking on them, popping one out of his mouth before going to the other as his hands held them steady. He kissed down the girls abdomen, her muscles twitching as she squirmed under his touch, her hands resting on his head, her legs opening for him. He slid his hand between her legs, feeling how wet she was, hoping Kreacher wasn't expecting him to deflower the girl. He kissed her hairy mons, the pale reddish hair glistening as his tongue swirled through. He hesitated a long time, looking at the girl's virginal wetness until Kreacher told him to continue. His mouth gently descended upon her as his hands pulled her lips apart, her ass coming off the bed as she took in a great gasp of surprised delight, her hands grabbing at the sheets, pulling and twisting them.

Hermione saw tears in Ginny's eyes and wondered why they were there; she wanted to be where Ginny was, enjoying herself with Sirius. She became aware of a little voice in the back of her head talking to her, and wondered if it had been there all along, hidden by the curse. Why are you letting him do that to her? She's not his girlfriend, you are! He'll want her more than you, look at how nice her body is. She could carry his baby since you disappointed him by carrying Ron's. You need to stop them. Soon! You don't want his hands and mouth on her, you want them on you! She's taking what you want! Without warning, she felt a great stab of jealousy course through her as she screamed, “NO!” while her body doubled-over in anger.

Sirius pulled away from the girl immediately, heading towards Hermione. The curses magic suddenly seemed to flow out of the girls, its hold on them broken. At the sound of Hermione's scream, Ginny also screamed and scrambled out of the bed, grabbing at the sheets and pulling them around her body. Sirius grabbed for Hermione as she fell to the ground while crying hysterically, Ginny continuing to scream in the background.

“Fuck! Kreacher, stop this, please!”

“Imperius them again!”

Hermione felt Sirius' arms come around her, and closed her eyes as his scent washed over her, his chest hair brushing her face as she tried to pull away while also grabbing at him with her hands, her mind and body not sure of what to do, her screams mixing with Ginny's.

“Imperius them!”

Suddenly, the room was quiet as both girls came under the effect of the curse, their last tears coursing down their faces in unison.

“Sirius, put the blood-traitor back in the bed.”

“Kreacher, please.”

“Kreacher is enjoying this, Master. If you want to keep visiting your precious Mudblood, then you need to do what Kreacher tells you to do. Oh, yes, you should. Keep reinforcing the curse so this doesn't happen again.”

Sirius took in a shaky breath. “Kreacher, let me collect myself. This is hard for me to do.”

Kreacher stood and looked at his Master for a moment, his hand around his shaft. “You have five minutes.”

Sirius walked away from the girls, going into the bathroom and closing the door. He sat down on the floor, his head against the cool blue-colored tiles on the walls. He struggled to keep in control when all he wanted to do was curse the elf into the next life and rail against the Fates. He felt a few tears run down his cheeks as he heard Hermione's anguished shriek wash over him over and over while his mouth was on Ginny, his horror over what he was being forced to do engulfing him as he grabbed his hair and pulled.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. What the fuck do I do?”

Not only was he struggling with the knowledge that the girls were being forced to perform; but he also struggled with the guilt of knowing that he was tremendously turned on by all of this. If only the girls didn't have to be Imperius'd, then it would be perfect. His mind turned to his magazines and how he had hoped to do it with two girls some day, a man's dream come true and he was dealing with guilt!

He wasn't worried about Ginny. The girls memories would be wiped out, but Kreacher had already informed him that Hermione's memory was to remain intact. The fucking elf knew she'd have trouble with the memories of her best friend being molested by her lover. Hell, she'll have trouble dealing with being sexually intimate with her best friend! He already knew Kreacher planned to make Hermione and Ginny perform on each other and he wasn't sure he'd be able to stomach watching, sure Kreacher would make him do so. He wouldn't have minded it if they wanted to do that shit together, hell, he'd help them along. But, forcing them? How had things gotten so twisted? So mother fucking twisted and fetid?

“Master!”

Sirius thought about the situation some more. Could he, perhaps, erase Hermione's memories as well? Then he could at least enjoy this relatively guilt-free. Would the blasted elf check to make sure he left her memory intact? He considered this a moment, then decided Kreacher would check. Stupid, blasted, bloody elf!

Sirius stood up slowly, rinsed his face in the sink with the coldest water he could get out of the tap, then opened the door. There stood Ginny to the left of the bed, the sheets still around her with Hermione on the other side of the bed, her pregnancy making itself known as she stood, naked, watching him blandly while under the effects of the curse. His eyes turned towards the hated elf.

“Kreacher, I find it interesting that you aren't punishing yourself for disobeying me. Why is that?”

Kreacher smiled broadly as he stood up straighter. “Mistress said Kreacher's punishment for disobeying you was to sleep with the filthy Mudblood every night. She thought it a good enough punishment. She said Kreacher had to do more than sleep with her though, much more. She has given Kreacher a list of punishments to do with the Mudblood. Mistress said Kreacher has to disobey you at least once each day or she will punish Kreacher.”

Sirius stood dangerously still, eyeing the elf. “Bella told you that?”

“Mistress Bella, did, yes. Oh, yes, she did. She's a wonderful Mistress. Oh, yes, she is.”

“And you actually believe that's a punishment, do you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Really? How so? Seems more like a reward than punishment to me.”

“Oh, Master. You don't understand. The Mudblood is dirty, and Kreacher dirties himself with the Mudblood. It's shameful for Kreacher to do these things with the Mudblood.” Kreacher batted his eyes at Sirius with a smile.

“Fuck, Kreacher! You expect me to believe that shit?”

“But, of course, Master, of course.”

“You're lying out your ass, you fucking shit-head of an elf. You enjoy tormenting her, don't you? You know you do, I know you do, so stop bullshitting me.”

Kreacher looked at Sirius a moment as his smile grew broader. He decided to ignor Sirius' question. “It's time for you to perform, Master.”

Sirius took in a deep sighing breath, then another, shaking his head as he tried to clear his mind. “All right, Kreacher, you bastard. What do you want me to do now?”

“Continue with what you were doing before we were so rudely interrupted.”

Kreacher walked up to Hermione, his hand going for her bum, a smile on his face.

“All right, Kreacher, all right.”

Sirius walked over to Ginny and unwrapped the sheet from her body, picked her up and lay her on the bed, then put his hand between her legs, feeling for any wetness. Finding her to be dry, he decided to start at the beginning, going up to kiss at her neck. He closed his eyes briefly, deciding he'd do his best to enjoy this and make the girl's experience a good one as he worked himself down her body slowly, feeling her respond to his touch; by the time he got to her core, she was very wet indeed. He licked and sucked her, bringing her to climax several times, her cries of pleasure uninhibited and almost feral.

“Mudblood, climb on top of the blood-traitor so you may suck each other.”

Sirius looked up and saw that Kreacher had to pull his hand out of Hermione's vagina before she could move. He felt great anger at what she was being forced to do. It was one thing for her to be forced to do things with them, but it was quite another to force her perform against her will with her best friend. 'I'll get you, you bastard, someday I'll get your ass for this.'

He watched as Hermione climbed on top of Ginny in the classic '69' position, he averted his eyes as both girls began mouthing each other enthusiastically, trying hard to keep from thinking about the girls he lusted over in the porn magazines he had begun to buy again. After listening to their wet moans for a few moments, his dick hardening almost painfully, he couldn't resist any longer, and his eyes became glued to the exquisitely erotic show the two girls were inadvertently providing him.

The girls began to roll about on the bed, both of them moaning as they sucked on each other noisily while they humped each other's face, their hair becoming wet with the sex juice from the other. He used his magic to keep them from rolling off of the bed as their Imperius'd libido forced them into a lust-filled fog, completely unaware of anything but their orgasming bodies. Struggling with his own desires, Sirius closed his eyes wearily, wishing this would be over before anyone noticed the girl gone.

“Master.”

Sirius suddenly realized Kreacher had called for him several times. He turned and looked at the elf.

“Reinforce the curse.”

Sirius did as he was told.

“Master, fuck the ginger-haired girl.”

Sirius stood still, having been given the order he was dreading. His dick was screaming, “Yes, you idiot! Go fuck her! Go! Go! Go!”, but he somehow over-road the painful throbbing in between his legs as he struggled to refuse without dropping to his knees and begging. “Kreacher, I'm begging you, don't make me do that. She's a virgin and she's Harry's girl. Please, I'm begging you.”

Kreacher stood there, looking at Sirius with interest. 'So, Master doesn't want to fuck the future Harry Potter girlfriend. His dick doesn't seem to agree with what he is saying. Interesting. What will he do to keep from doing that?'

“So?”

“I'm his Godfather, it would be like betraying family. Don't make me do that, Kreacher.”

“What will you do to keep from fucking the blood-traitor?”

Sirius stood still, trying to think an equivalent deed to do. Fucking Hermione was out of the question, he did that nearly every day, if not twice a day.

“I don't know, what do you want me to do? All I ask is that you don't make me fuck Ginny.”

“Fine. The girls can keep sucking each other off while you suck Kreacher.”

Sirius' jaw dropped. He did *not* expect that! He stood there, staring at Kreacher with the look of a condemned man.

“What?”

Kreacher removed his towel and climbed into a chair, sitting back and making himself comfortable. He stroked himself a few times, looking at Sirius expectantly.

'Merlin. I can't believe how awful this day has become.'

Sirius walked up to Kreacher slowly, revulsion on his face, his eyes never leaving the elf's penis. He bent down and stared at the cock before him, unable to make himself get started. 'Gods, now I know how Ron felt.' Kreacher grabbed his hair and pulled him forward.

“I'd get busy if I were you, Master. Oh, yes, I would.”

Sirius leaned forward and licked along the bottom of Kreacher's dick as he felt Kreacher's eyes boring into him. It wasn't every day that a house elf could force his Master to suck him off. He could hear the girls as they rolled about, knowing they were safe from falling off by the invisible barrier he had placed around the bed, their bodies blindly bucking against one another. They were too lust-filled to be able to break the curse, and he was glad for that, not wanting his Kitten to witness his shame.

“Don't you ever make me do this in front of my Kitten, you fucking shit.” He knew that once he performed oral sex on the elf, it would be stupid for him to think he'd never be forced to do it again. He was so pissed-off, this day, while being bad to begin with, could at least be looked back upon with longing if he didn't think about the fact that the girls were being forced to perform under the Imperius. But now?

He licked around Kreacher's glans, screwing up his face as he tasted the elf's pre-cum – how did Hermione tolerate that bitter taste? Did he taste the same?

Kreacher grabbed Sirius' hair and pulled. Sirius opened his mouth, hesitating, once again unable to make himself begin but being forced into it when Kreacher yanked on his hair and snapped his hips up, shoving his dick deep into his Master's mouth and smiling as his Master gagged. Kreacher closed his eyes as he felt his Master's lips around his member while he pumped into him.

“Master, use your tongue. Do to Kreacher just what you make him do to you.”

Sirius began to twirl his tongue along Kreacher's dick while he bobbed up and down, his mouth creating suction.

“Use your hands, too, Master.”

Sirius brought his hands up, using them at the same time as his mouth so that Kreacher's whole dick was being labored over. The elf began to buck his hips as he panted, Sirius closed his eyes, preparing himself for the explosion of cum – he wasn't disappointed as Kreacher shot his load into him as he hissed, “Swallow!” while his hands twisted in Sirius' hair.

Sirius struggled, his throat closing off mid-swallow, his stomach spasming threateningly.

“Swallow! Now!”

Sirius swallowed hard as he pulled away, gagging and coughing while holding his stomach; a few loud eructations escaping him as he drooled. Finally, his stomach calmed and he sat back, gasping, tears in his eyes. 'Oh, Merlin, I'll never make my Kitten do that to me again. Gods, that's horrible.'

He looked up at Kreacher who smiled widely back at him. “Don't forget, Master. Kreacher can get hard over and over without having to wait like a human male.” Sirius' eyes widened as Kreacher's meaning became apparent. “Get busy, Master.” Reluctantly, Sirius lowered his mouth while the girls continued their exhaustive, Imperius'd, multi-orgasmic 'sixty-nining'.

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Ginny looked up from her book when Kreacher walked into her room, mumbling under his breath as he usually did, closing her door behind him. Her brow furrowed; he usually left her alone.

“What do you want, Kreacher?”

“The blood-traitor will come with Kreacher.”

“Come where?”

“To see your friend, the one who disappeared.”

“Disappeared?” She took in a small gasp as she sat up, her book falling, forgotten. “Hermione? You know where Hermione is?”

“Of course, she is with Master.”

“Master? Your Master? You mean Sirius?”

Kreacher nodded.

“Then we need to tell someone! Why didn't you tell anyone? How long have you known? I'm going to tell Remus!” Ginny scrambled off the bed and ran to the door. It was locked. She tried to unlock it, but it remained frozen.

She frantically banged on the door with her hands. “Kreacher, open the door! I have to tell someone!”

“No, you will come with Kreacher, now.”

Ginny turned to look at the elf, fear on her face as she looked at her wand on her nightstand. “Why do you want me to see her without telling the others?”

“She wants you.”

“Hermione does? Why?”

“She wants you. She dreams about you.”

With that, Kreacher extended his hand and ropes materialized, wrapping themselves around Ginny as she tried to dodge out of the way. She fell as the ropes surrounded her and tightened, before she could begin screaming for help, she was gagged.

Kreacher stood, smiling. He was going to have fun tonight. Calmly, he walked over to the nightstand and took her wand, hiding it under her pillow so no one would become wise to her disappearance.

He turned and looked at the girl, watching as she struggled on the floor. He walked over and rested his hand on her belly and she stilled immediately. He slowly slid his hand up, covering her breast with his hand and squeezing, smiling when her eyes closed as she moaned, her back arching nicely, just as she had been taught.

“Yes, she wants you.”

Ginny's eyes opened wide as what Kreacher meant dawned on her. He continued to play with her breasts for a few minutes, pulling on her nipples through her bra until they were hard enough to show clearly through the satin fabric, her body writhing as she felt a hot tingling start between her legs. Once he was sure he had her properly aroused, Kreacher pulled her into a sitting position, grabbed the end of the rope, and disappeared from the room. A split second later, he was looking at the bed in the slave room and saw Master on top of the slut. Good, they were both primed and ready for action. Kreacher smiled.

Ginny looked around after she realized she was no longer in her room but in a room she had never seen before mostly decorated in various shades of blue with a dazzling splash of yellow in one corner that looked to be a small kitchen. 'Where am I?'

She began to struggle again, trying to yell at Kreacher to let her go, but stilled when she heard a man shouting. Fearfully, she looked up and saw Sirius – a very naked Sirius – yelling at Kreacher. Sirius froze for a second as they looked into each other's eyes, and she saw he finally recognized her. She looked down quickly, squeezing her eyes shut after her glimpse of his manhood as it jutted out from his body. She had never seen an erection before and it frightened her. Sirius began to yell again.

Suddenly, she heard Hermione's voice and felt someone hugging her. She opened her eyes and looked into Hermione's, which were filled with tears, feeling the girl trying to pull the ropes off of her.

Hermione looked away, towards Sirius, as her hands continued to tug on the ropes.

“Sirius! I can't get these off!” Her voice was desperate and weepy.

“Hold on, hon.” Sirius had turned towards Hermione for a second, thankfully now in his pants, holding his hand up, then turned towards Kreacher, using his hands as they argued. At one point, he looked as if he was going to strangle the elf, but the elf just laughed and pointed at them.

While the males were arguing, Hermione turned to look at her and was trying to pull the gag off again, then grabbed the ends of the rope and attempted to unwind it; the rope acted as if it was glued to her body and wouldn't budge. Hermione began to make small crying noises as her tugging became frantic.

“Hermione, come here a moment, baby.” Ginny's eyes snapped up to Sirius, shocked at the lover's tone he used towards her friend; she was uncomfortable with the fact that she was suddenly conscious of his masculinity as he stood, tall and bare chested, his lean torso partially twisted at the waist, his pants with the top button still undone, his dark chest hair converging and condensing before disappearing below his waistband, a sinewy arm outstretched, gesturing calmly for Hermione to come to him. Her eyes turned to look at Hermione, in her bathrobe, obviously naked underneath, and put two-and-two together. They were lovers? Did he take her here against her will or did she come here willingly? If she did, she had some explaining to do, scaring them all like that!

Hermione had stopped trying to pull the rope off of her for a fraction of a second, then turned to look at Sirius. Ginny watched as Hermione pulled the bathrobe around her tighter while standing up, but she didn't walk over to him right away and Ginny was grateful for that.

Sirius turned towards Hermione, his hand beckoning her silently. “She won't be hurt, Kitten. Come here a moment so I can talk to you.”

Hermione looked down at Ginny a moment before walking over to Sirius, leaving Ginny alone. Frightened, Ginny began began to squeal and fight the ropes in earnest, watching Hermione walk away and take Sirius' extended hand as he began to speak with her quietly, putting his other arm around her shoulders protectively.

Alarmingly, Hermione began screaming, making Ginny's heart leap into her throat, forcing her to squeeze her bottom after she nearly urinated on herself with her fright. She saw Sirius spin Hermione around and pull her down, shouting at her to calm down. After he shouted a few times, she quieted down a little and he began talking to her again before pulling her up, making her stand. Ginny's eyes widened as Sirius walked towards her, Hermione whining in the background. She flinched when Sirius flicked his wand at her, not sure what he was about to do; she was relieved when the ropes and gag disappeared. Finally, she was able to stand up! She looked at Hermione, hoping it truly was her.

“Hermione? Is that really you?”

She was relieved when Hermione nodded, standing there with her hands over her mouth before she suddenly rushed over and pulled her into a hug.

“Oh, Ginny! I've missed you!” Hermione began crying again as they hugged each other tightly.

“Hermione! We've been so worried about you! Why are you here? Why did you leave us?”

“I didn't leave on purpose, Ginny, honest I didn't!”

“He forced you?”

Hermione sighed. “At first, yes.”

“Oh, Hermione! I heard them accusing Sirius, but I didn't believe it! He denied it so convincingly.”

Hermione lowered her head, her eyes filling with tears as she rubbed her belly.

“I'm going to have a baby, Gin.”

Ginny looked at her friend, shocked. So many feelings washed over her – anger at Sirius for kidnapping Hermione, and probably raping her, getting her pregnant; fear that the same would happen to her; anger with Kreacher for bringing her here; worry over her mum once she was discovered missing. “Oh, Hermione.” She didn't know what else to say as she reached over and gave Hermione a hug. They both began to cry as they hugged each other comfortingly.

Then, all of a sudden, she was floating without a worry in the world. Who cared if she had just been kidnapped from her room by a hated house elf? Who cared if Hermione had been kidnapped and was now pregnant? All she felt like doing was staying still as she calmly floated in her mind, waiting for a command.

“Kiss her.” She looked at Hermione. 'She's the only girl in the room, he must mean for me to kiss her.' Ginny puckered her lips and leaned towards her friend who, by now, was also leaning in to kiss her as well. Their lips locked together and she experienced her first kiss with a tongue in her mouth. It wasn't so bad, not like she thought it would be when she first heard people kissed like that. Hermione's tongue was warm and moved around her tongue, encouraging her to slide her tongue around as well. Her breathing quickened as she felt her whole body become very warm, her heart racing, and her bottom beginning to hum to life.

She heard Kreacher's voice floating over her. “Slave, take off your robe.”

She didn't know who the 'Slave' was, but she felt Hermione lift her hands up and push the blue robe she was wearing off her shoulders, then felt it pool around their feet as it slid off of Hermione's body, their mouths never pulling away from each other.

“Slave, take off the blood-traitor's shirt.”

The Slave broke their kiss, she kept her eyes closed as the Slave grabbed her t-shirt and removed it by pulling it over her head. She took in a deep breath as she felt the cool air hit her skin.

“Blood-traitor, take off your bra.”

'If she's 'the Slave', then I must be the 'blood-traitor'. Oh, okay.' Ginny did as she was instructed, her small though well-formed breasts high on her chest, her nipples already hard.

“Blood-traitor, take off the rest of your clothes.”

Ginny followed the instructions given her without hesitation. She pulled off her shoes, unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off, her socks coming off with them. She slid her knickers down her legs as well, kicking them onto her pants. The two girls now stood with their clothing surrounding them in untidy lumps on the floor.

“Toy, touch the blood-traitor's tit. Grab those tits in your hands and play with them, just like you do with Mistress Bella.”

Ginny waited silently, feeling the Toy's hands came up and grab her breasts, she felt fingers rub and lightly pull on her nipples; she gave out a startled, pleasure-filled moan; her head falling back a little, her eyes closed as she concentrated on the intoxicating feel of those hands.

“Toy, suck on her tits. Suck on them like you do for Mistress.”

She felt the Toy's breath puffing against her skin as she leaned down, then felt the incomparable wonderment of a tongue swirl around her pebbled areola before the warm, moist mouth sucked hard on her nipple, drawing her into the heated depths of the mouth, a place that she never knew could create such exquisite sensations in a single area of her body. Ginny's back arched as if doing so would allow her breast to be sucked further into the intoxicating mouth that held her so captivatingly captive; she brought her hands up, her fingers spasming in the Toy's hair as she gasped her pleasure. The Toy's mouth went from one nipple to the other, suckling long and deep as Ginny moaned louder, making her contentment known.

“Master, touch them both.”

Ginny felt someone putting their hand behind her neck, under her hair. She realized that the hand belonged to Sirius, but she didn't care, she concentrated on the Toy's mouth working her nipples as the Toy moaned, the hum of her moan vibrating her tissues deliciously.

“Master, kiss the blood-traitor.”

Suddenly, Master's mouth was on her own, pushing his tongue into her. She opened her mouth and let him in, his tongue doing similar things to her that the Toy's did. Ginny moved her hands up Master's chest, feeling his hair under her fingertips; Master's fingers tightened on her neck as he pushed his tongue farther into her.

“Slave, stop. Stand up straight.”

Ginny felt Hermione immediately stop sucking her, then move away as she stood up straight. She continued to kiss Master, though; their mouths moving hard and fast. She could feel his heart racing through her fingers, his respirations quickening as he breathed through his flared nostrils and into her mouth, his hand shaking on her neck as his fingers became tangled in, then fisted, her hair.

“Master, suck on the traitor's tits.”

Master hesitated before he pulled his mouth from hers, they gasped into each other's face a moment before she felt his mouth slowly slide down her chest, then grab a very pert nipple with his lips.

“Master, suck on them properly. You know how to suck tit.”

Suddenly, his mouth pulled her into him forcefully, his tongue working her as he sucked rhythmically. 'Oh! He really knows how to do this! Oh, it feels so good!' She put her hands on his head, holding him as he went from one tit to the other, making her moan appreciatively as she began to move her hips and squeeze her thighs together.

“Master, carry the traitor to the bed.”

“Kreacher....” She felt his breath around her nipple as Master growled out the elf's name.

“Master, Kreacher suggests you do as he says. Oh, yes, you should. Carry the girl to the bed.”

Master pulled from her breast and scooped her up, carrying her to the bed and laying her down gently. She lay there, blissfully waiting for the next command, telling her what to do next.

“Slave, turn around and watch them.”

She heard the Slaves feet move on the floor.

“Master, use your mouth on the girl. All over her body. You know exactly what Kreacher means. Use your hands, too.”

She looked at Master, suddenly wary of what he was about to do. She saw him turn towards the Slave and tell her sadly, “I'm sorry, baby. You know I have to do this.”

She began trying to fight what was going to happen. Yes, it felt soooo good! So indescribably good to have him touching her, but she wanted Harry to do all this and not Sirius.

She watched as Master turned slowly towards her. She closed her eyes when his mouth touched her neck as he began to kiss and lick her. It felt so good, his lips and tongue sending shivers all along her body as she began to throb between her legs. She felt his hands on her breasts, his fingers squeezing her nipples; she arched into those wonderful hands, trying to make him do more, wanting him to do more. She brought her head back as she was overcome with the new sensations she was experiencing for the first time, gasping and moaning as her body writhed beneath Master as he slowly moved his mouth down to her breasts, slowly sucking on them, popping one out of his mouth before going to the other as his hands held them steady. She loved the feeling of her nipple in his warm mouth, his tongue swirling as it also created the suction when it pulled away, her nipple following it further back into his mouth like a moth to flame.

She cried out when he began to kiss down her abdomen, her muscles twitching as she squirmed under his touch. She brought her hands up so they were resting on his head and her legs opened for him without thought; she just knew where she wanted him to go and it was between those legs that were in the way. He slowly slid his hand where she wanted him, his fingers playing in her wetness as she demandingly pushed her hips against him, wanting him inside of her. She felt his lips kiss her hairy mons, his tongue flicking along her hair and swirling through the wet hairs at her apex. She became impatient as he hovered over her, not doing anything for a long time as she whimpered her want; finally, thankfully, Kreacher told Master to continue and his mouth gently descended upon her as she felt his wonderful hands pull her lips apart, the cool air rushing in and swirling around her wetness along with his warm, shaky breaths. In her excitement, her ass came off the bed as she took in a great gasp of surprised delight as soon as his mouth made contact with her core, her hands grabbing at the sheets and pulling while twisting them as his tongue and mouth began to work on her so that she couldn't keep still, couldn't keep quiet.

Suddenly, she saw Harry in her mind's eye. He was the one she wanted touching her this way. He was the one she wanted to give her virginity to. She liked Sirius, Master as Kreacher called him, but she didn't love him. She wished she could get away and tried to fight the curse. She couldn't stop her body responding to his touch, his hands and mouth obviously very experienced and knowledgeable enough to keep her in an extremely aroused state so that she wanted to stay like this and not fight the curse, but fight she did as she thought of Harry more and more, picturing him touching her and not Master. She felt a wanton need when she thought of Harry. Tears formed in her eyes as she began to cry, unable to effectively fight the curse as her confused feelings took over and her body's response to Sirius' hands and mouth consumed her.

Without warning, a loudly screamed, “No!” yanked her out of the curse as Sirius's mouth pulled away from her at the same time. She turned onto her side and scrambled off the bed, grabbing at the sheets to cover herself as she began to scream.

She looked up when she first heard Sirius' voice, shaking from fear or anger. “Fuck! Kreacher, stop this, please!”

“Imperius them again!” She flinched when Kreacher said that, then began to scream for them to leave her alone. Why was Sirius taking orders from Kreacher? She looked at Sirius and saw him trying to pull Hermione into a hug as she screamed incoherently and fought him blindly.

“Imperius them!”

Suddenly, the room was quiet as both girls came under the effect of the curse, their last tears coursing down their faces in unison.

“Master, put the blood-traitor back in the bed.”

“Kreacher, please.” She heard how Master's voice sounded, how exasperated and frantic it was, but she wasn't bothered by it as her tranquil mind calmly waited for more orders.

“Kreacher is enjoying this, Master. If you want to keep visiting your precious Mudblood, then you need to do what Kreacher tells you to do. Oh, yes, you should. Keep reinforcing the curse so this doesn't happen again.”

She stood, waiting patiently for Master to pick her up and put her back to bed, her mind feeling wonderfully blissful once again.

She heard Master take in another shaky breath. “Kreacher, let me collect myself. This is hard for me to do.”

“You have five minutes.”

Ginny mused that the elf sounded as if he was losing his patience. She watched as Master walked away, closing the bathroom door behind him. She closed her eyes and waited submissively until she heard Kreacher yell demandingly.

“Master!”

A few moments later, Master came out of the bathroom.

“Kreacher, I find it interesting that you aren't punishing yourself for disobeying me. Why is that?” Master's voice was gruff as he spoke, his eyes boring into the elf.

She watched Kreacher smile broadly as he stood up straighter, his voice sounding haughty.

“Mistress said Kreacher's punishment for disobeying you was to sleep with the filthy Mudblood every night. She thought it a good enough punishment. She said Kreacher had to do more than sleep with her though, much more. She has given Kreacher a list of punishments to do with the Mudblood. Mistress said Kreacher has to disobey you at least once each day or she will punish Kreacher.”

Her eyes went back and forth as the man and elf spoke to one another, hearing but not hearing, not really caring about what their conversation was about.

Master stood still, tense, almost looking like he was going to spring himself onto the elf in a murderous rage. “Bella told you that?”

“Mistress Bella, did, yes. Oh, yes, she did. She's a wonderful Mistress. Oh, yes, she is.”

Master and elf continued their conversation, Ginny once again hearing but not hearing, the words seeming to fade in and out randomly.

She realized Kreacher was speaking as she faded back in. “...you to perform, Master.”

“All right, Kreacher, you bastard. What do you want me to do now?”

“Continue with what you were doing before we were so rudely interrupted.”

She saw Kreacher walk up to the Slave, his hand going for her bum, a smile on his face. She had the feeling Master didn't want Kreacher's hand on the Slave.

“All right, Kreacher, all right.”

She watched calmly as Master walked over to her and gently unwrapped the sheet from her body, picked her up gently and lay her on the bed. She felt him put his hand between her legs, his fingers touching her inner lips and the outside of her vagina before he came up and began to kiss her neck. She luxuriated in the feelings her body went through again as he worked himself slowly down her body, she responded to his wonderful touch without abandon; by the time he got to her core, she was very wet and impatient for him to do more. She felt his tongue flicking against her clit and jumped, then she began to squirm as his tongue mashed down on her nub and alternately sucked on it, flicked it, and mashed on it until she felt as if her body was going to implode upon itself – suddenly she felt the tension release as she cried out her orgasm while becoming very still at the same time, his mouth continuing to work on her deliciously. She began to writhe beneath him again as he continued to lick and suck her, bringing her to a strong climax several times, her cries of pleasure uninhibited and almost feral.

“Mudblood, climb on top of the blood-traitor so you may suck each other.”

She opened her eyes and watched as her friend, the Mudblood, climbed on top of her in the classic '69' position. She wasn't quite sure what to do, but when the Mudblood began sucking and licking her she mimicked her actions, making the Mudblood shove her hips towards her. She pulled the Mudblood's lips apart with her fingers and watched the juices, looking almost like egg white, stretch across her vaginal opening. She brought her tongue forward and pushed it into that opening, then licked up towards the girl's puckered ass. The Mudblood tasted wonderful and she began to suck and lick at the juices, trying to get every drop of fluid that came out of that opening. She saw a triangle of loose skin where she knew 'that special place' was that she had discovered on herself a few months ago – that place that made you feel wonderful, 'that place' that Master had just sucked her until she came for the first time in her life. She brought her mouth down over 'that place' and began sucking and mashing her tongue down on it just as Master had; she was rewarded with more juices coming out of that hole for her to lap up like a dog, making the Mudblood moan.

She could feel the Mudblood doing the same things to her and they both moaned together, their mouths working each other more and more frantically as they began to roll back and forth, finally rolling over on the bed as their hips and legs jerked with their orgasms. Her whole world became giving and receiving an orgasm, no matter what. And she worked hard on giving the Mudblood orgasms as her own body mindlessly exploded time and time again until she thought she would shatter into a million pieces.

The unnatural, Imperius'd orgasms continued, for how long she didn't know, but they continued until she felt exhausted and still she couldn't stop what she was doing, not even when she felt Master mount the Mudblood while the Mudblood was on top of her. Every time he shoved his dick into the Mudblood, his balls would slap Ginny in the face, making her jump slightly each time. She heard Kreacher's voice float over her, telling her what to do with those balls. She reached up and wrapped her hands around them, rubbing them carefully as she continued to drink the Mudblood juices and came yet again, her body starting to protest over the repeated orgasms that she couldn't stop having, couldn't stop giving.

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The next day, Ginny awoke not feeling herself, feeling out of sorts. She felt a little stiff and wondered if she was coming down with something. When she went to stretch, she found she was naked under her sheets, something that surprised her since she had always worn a nightie to bed. She found that she liked feeling her nipples slide along the sheets; slowly, thoughtfully, she pulled the sheets down and rubbed her breasts a little before pulling on her nipples. Her right hand slid along her body, down to between her legs as her fingers began to slip around her nub, she throbbed as she thought about the dreams she had last night, the same ones she had been having for weeks and weeks. She smiled guiltily; she knew it strange, but Kreacher had been directing her, telling her how to perform certain sex acts in her dreams and she had followed those instructions without hesitation.

For some reason, Kreacher's voice had become very welcome in her mind and yet frightening, but she didn't know why. She was a little disturbed when his voice insisted she see Ron, of all people, touching her and tasting her in her dreams, instead of Harry. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine Harry doing to her what Ron had been doing in her dreams, but his face kept morphing into Ron's. She began to rub herself as she imagined Ron's hands on her, not caring who was touching her at that point, all she wanted to do was cum. She worked her fingers faster, feeling the throb intensifying as the wet snapping noises became louder, his name on her lips increasing in volume as well.

Suddenly, she felt a mouth and hands on her and looked up in alarm, then relaxed when she saw it was Ron. She watched as his naked body lowered next to her, his fingertips brushing her peaks lightly as she took in a surprised gasp of pleasure, his eyes watching them with fascination as his hard cock rubbed against her thigh. He lowered his mouth to her ear, his voice shaking as much as his body.

“I've been dreaming about you for weeks, little sister. And now, you cum with my name on your lips?”

“Oh, Ron, I....” She became quiet when he put his fingers on her lips.

“You are mine, little sister, mine.” His voice was a possessive whisper. He had been dreaming of her for weeks, night after night; then daydreaming about her during the day as he watched her body admiringly while she moved about, wanting her but being tormented by his incestuous thoughts.

Ron was sure she wouldn't want him and had been afraid to initiate the union of his dreams. He had lost Hermione, he had lost Sirius, and he feared rejection by his sister – that is, until he heard her moaning his name. He couldn't believe it when he entered the room and found her masturbating with her eyes closed as she whispered his name over and over, begging him to do things to her as she gasped and rubbed herself.

With her moans filling the air, he had closed the door hurriedly, fearing someone else had heard her, but no one came into the hallway. He put a silencing charm on her room as he slowly advanced on her, pulling his clothes off as he did so, planning to make her moans even louder and joining them with his own.

Once he settled himself next to her, she watched as Ron reached over and grabbed a small green bottle from her nightstand, a green bottle that she had never seen before. Ron put the bottle to her lips as he whispered into her ear, and she drank its contents, somehow knowing it was a contraceptive potion and not being bothered by the thought, not at all. She didn't wonder where the green bottle came from, she just somehow knew it would be there every night for her older brother to give her before she let him take her in any way he wanted.

She felt his hands on her as they kissed deeply, his body sliding over her as she willingly opened her legs for him.

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Sirius woke to Buckbeak's incessant squalling, wanting to go out. Sirius pointed his wand at the wall, charming them to look like the Forbidden Forest outside of Hogwarts. Buckbeak immediately began pawing at the ground and pacing back and forth.

Turning onto his back, he began thinking about what had happened last night. Now that he could remove himself from the emotional aspect of the night, he decided that things didn't go too badly. Not really. If Kreacher hadn't forced him to suck him off, he would have said it was a great night. It did bother him that his Kitten didn't want to perform sex acts on Ginny, but they had both enjoyed themselves immensely anyway, climaxing repeatedly. He couldn't think of anything better than that; he had thought his dick and balls were going to explode as he stood there, watching them busily eating each other while moaning and rolling around in a tight orgasmic ball.

Anyway, he knew Hermione would deal with what happened eventually, she always did.

After sucking Kreacher off a few times, he got to fuck Hermione while the girl's did each other – it was a little awkward but it felt so good to sink his dick into her asshole while another woman's face was in her cunt, his ball sac softly slamming Ginny in the face as she moaned. He had nearly fallen off of his Kitten when Ginny had, at Kreacher's direction, begun to massage his balls – fuck, that had felt wonderful! He could still feel those fingers on him while he was sunk all the way into Hermione's pucker as he watched and heard the two girls sucking each other off, Hermione orgasming repeatedly as her rosebud tightened around his dick with each climaxing wave. God's, how he wished he could orgasm repeatedly like a woman!

He dreamily thought about when Kreacher finally allowed him to release the curse; both girls pulled away from each other slowly, panting, tears in their eyes as they collapsed onto the bed, trembling arms and legs outstretched as the juices on their faces began to dry. It had been obvious that both were near complete exhaustion after sharing dozens of orgams each, neither wanting to move once released. His nostrils had flared when the overbearing odor of musky arousal wafted towards him, the combined juices of the girls nearly driving him mad with desire. Thankfully, Kreacher had allowed him to climb on top of his Kitten and fuck her hard, her body rocking from each forceful stroke, his loud cries and moans with each pump catching the attention of Ginny who watched with emotionless eyes – until he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth while he busily fucked her best friend. Ginny's hands came up, spasming in his hair as he sucked her, holding him against her breast as she guiltily moaned his name, and sent him over the edge. He had been surprised when he felt Hermione react by trying to push his face away from Ginny, a small cry escaping her as his orgasm rocked him.

He was sorry he didn't get to fuck Ginny, but he knew she wanted to save herself for Harry; and Harry, being his Godson, didn't deserve to have his Godfather take his future girl's virginity away. It just wasn't right.

He wasn't sorry, however, for reapplying the Imperius for another fuckfest. One thing he had to say about Kreacher was that he had nearly the same sexual appetite as Sirius did. Both could fuck several times a day, every day, without tiring of the act and both seemed to like doing the same things. Even though the girls had to be Imperius'd in order to get them to perform, the sex had been fantastic, The only problem he was going to have was helping Hermione deal with the experience – she had been forced to help rape her best friend, after all.

He brought his hand down, rubbing his stiff dick as he remembered Ginny's body. Her tit's weren't as big as he liked them, but they responded nicely anyway. She tasted good, too. And her mouth accommodated his shaft very nicely. He wished the Imperius wasn't illegal; it was such a useful curse to use!

He thought about Ginny's moans and cries as she came, about how she almost came off the bed a few times as the three of them – Hermione, Kreacher, and himself – worked her body. She was another one who liked to have fruit sucked out of her tunnel. He relished watching Hermione come up from Ginny's twat with cherry on her face and how he got to lick it off, then they kissed and passed the fruit back and forth, reminding him of the day he first did the same thing to her. While kissing, they listened to Ginny squeal beneath them as Kreacher worked his magic with that tongue of his, that tongue that his Kitten liked so much. Once they finished with Ginny, the Imperius'd Hermione had begged them to put fruit in her as well, and they, of course, obliged. Ginny was introduced to the act by sucking peaches out of her best friend along with Kreacher while Sirius got to kiss his girl as she enjoyed being a peach cobbler snack.

Before they brought Ginny back up to her room, he rubbed his Healing Paste all over her body so that she wouldn't be too sore the next day. He paid particular attention to her privates, especially her anus that Kreacher couldn't seem to keep away from. She was deflowered in one way but not the other though she'd never remember it. Finally, his last act was to perform the memory charm, making her go to sleep afterwards so she would sleep the night away and no-one would notice the magic performed on her. Hopefully.

He had carried her while Kreacher Apparated them to her room, putting her in her bed naked, at Kreacher's insistence. He watched as Kreacher put a green bottle on her nightstand and wondered what it was, but didn't ask, figuring it was something to help her feel better tomorrow. He was sure she would be exhausted after the hours she had spent with them in the slave room.

He had wanted to go back to see his Kitten, but Kreacher wouldn't allow him. He frowned as he thought about that, Kreacher's refusal to take him to her. Kreacher had taken him to his room instead, then disappeared – he assumed to go molest Hermione some more. He had become angry when he thought about that and punched the wall, breaking a few bones in his hand, forcing him to take the last of the Skele-gro. It just wasn't fair! His Kitten didn't love Kreacher! If anyone should be the one to sleep with her, it should be him, damn it!

Sirius thought about how it had taken him a while to calm down enough to take a shower, then go downstairs to moodily make an appearance and play his part with the other guests in his home.

Sirius closed his eyes and masturbated in silence as he played certain events over in his mind until he came, his ejaculate spilling onto his hand. He looked at the thick, frothy, whitish fluid before bringing his hand to his mouth and licking it off, relieved to find out that he tasted far better than Kreacher did. He decided that sucking him off probably wasn't as bad as sucking Kreacher off was so he didn't feel guilty about making his Kitten perform oral sex on him; besides, she did seem to enjoy it now.

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When Hermione awoke the next day, she found herself so tender between her legs that she could barely move. She began to whimper as she struggled to get out of bed, the need to urinate adding to the pain. She waddled, wide-legged, to the bathroom and screamed when her urine hit her used and abused tissues. She couldn't bring herself to use toilet paper on herself so she splashed cool water to rinse herself off, then patted herself very gingerly with a towel. She waddled back to bed, working hard to keep from crying.

She lay down quietly, seeing that Kreacher was awake, watching her silently, not making a move for her though she had expected it.

“You are in pain, Mudblood?”

She nodded quietly. Sirius and Master Kreacher had left the room, Ginny in Sirius' arms, after healing her with the Healing Paste, but forgot to come back and heal her as well, leaving her in pain. She had waited a while, hoping they would come back to rub the paste on her, but they didn't and they took the jar with them so she couldn't use it on herself. A little while later, Master Kreacher had come back alone and she didn't want to think about what he made her do.

Soon, her eyes filled with tears when Master Kreacher next spoke, his eyes twinkling as he began to climb onto her, his hands grabbing her breasts and tweaking them.

“Good. Mistress will fix you all up when we get there so we can have more fun today. She will be very pleased to hear about last night. Oh, yes, she will.”

They then disappeared from the bed with a pop.

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Author's notes, you may freely skip:

This chapter includes some clues hidden amongst all the smut that some of you requested, some clues more blatant than others. Hope the chapter meets your approval.

This is another one of those power-play/mind-game chapters. The story starts to move a bit faster now that some stuff has been established/clarified.

Um, remember, in Kreacher's eyes, Ginny is a pure-blood, Hermione is a Mudblood. Even as a “blood-traitor”, Ginny is 'higher ranking' than Hermione. Look at who got healed and who did not.

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