A Brave New World

okay, so here we are again. let me say right here, right now, that none of this belongs to me other than possibly the idea. can\'t say for sure. the characters and the world they live in come from the terribly clever mind of one j.k. rowling. they are, sadly, hers and not mine. she makes all the money from them and holds them in her hands. i don\'t own them, don\'t make money off them and don\'t stand a snowball\'s chance in hell of ever doing such. i\'m only doing this for my enjoyment. and to keep me off the streets. i can be a bit of a trouble maker.

this chapter will contain a subject that i know is touchy with people. incest. it is not something i condone, nor would i ever engage in such an act. however, this is what the Muses say must happen.please do not flame me or call me bad names. i already know what kind of a sicko i am and i don\'t need anyone\'s help with that. it is purely for this chapter. again, if you find this to be too disgusting, don\'t read any further.

finally, if you make it past the bit of nastiness here, please feel free to let me know what you think. let\'s be kind and considerate about this. let\'s not be... snotty. constructive criticism. thank you.

A Brave New World
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Narcissa

I do so despise these places. The auctions houses are vile, disgusting places and I am loath to visit them. However, I need to replace my toys. I have broken so many lately. They never seem to last very long. The frailty of the human body, you know. And so, when I am in need of fresh toys, I am forced to come to these putrid cesspools. Naturally, seeing as I am the Minister of Magic\'s wife, I am afforded some respect and consideration. The owner of the auction house has agreed to allowing me to chose my new toy or toys within the confines of a private showing.

He has rooms for such a purpose and I have already been lead to one. I am seated in a most comfortable chair, a bowl of succulent fruit on my right. There is also a stand of ice, with a bottle of white zinfandel chilling in it. Directly in front of me is a low dias, which can also be used as a stage. The room is stark in its furnishings, only my chair and the table next to it. The walls are white and bare. There is a door behind me, warded from the outside, and one on the side of the stage where the prospective toys come through.

A small tinkling sounds to let me know that the first of the slaves is to be brought in. Idly, I lift the bottle and pour myself a glass of wine. The door swings open and a short, stocky girl is led through. She is clad in nothing more than a robe, which is roughly jerked open by the trader who leads her in. She reminds me of an upside down mushroom. She has nothing by way of breasts and quite a bit through the hips. I wave a hand dismissively, sipping at my perfectly chilled wine. The trader leads her out and another brings in the next offering.

This one is dismissed on the basis that he has a face like a baboon\'s arse. I will have to speak to the proprietor about that. He knows my tastes and should never have let the second offering make the cut. The third one is brought in and is almost perfect, if not for the obscene amount of bosom the woman sports. This one must spend too much time in the Muggle world. I\'m quite certain that her breasts are not natural. I do keep up on current events outside of the Magical world and I know that Muggle women have a tendency to want what they weren\'t born with. This plastic surgery seems to be quite popular.

Another girl is lead in and this one looks as if she is no more than twelve. She has yet to see puberty, if her lack of curves is anything to go with. While I do like my toys, I have a set of standards. As a mother, I cannot in good conscience consent to taking a child into my house as a slave or toy. There is something supremely wrong about that. I shake my head and watch the grateful look pass over the child\'s face as the door once more opens and she is taken out through it. Another figure is brought in, this time a male with a serious overbite and a seriously overblown ego. He is strutting before me as if he is the greatest treasure I will ever find in my life.

Only a few moments of his pompous attitude is all I need to know that he is not the one I seek for. I give a meaningful glare to the trader, who simply leads the slave out of the room. I lift my glass and sip at my wine some more, afraid to see what kind of stock I will be shown next. The calibre of those being offered seems to be steadily going downhill. Each time I am forced to seek out the auction houses, it is harder and harder to find the perfect toy.

The bell signals the next offering and I am prepared to sneer this one away, too. But the door opens and in strolls.... yes, strolls.... two exquisitely formed young men. Their hair is that shade of red that I know all too well. They are tall and nicely sculpted. Their trader pulls the thin robes from their shoulders to show me every wonderful inch of their young bodies. My mouth actually waters to see their flaccid members hanging against their thighs and there is a pulse of something thick, liquid and hot, that pools low in my abdomen. The sight of the two men, mirror images of one another, sends lust and need shooting into my veins.

Two pairs of eyes settle on me with a knowing look. There is a half smirk on each lovely, well formed mouth and a glimpse of something in their eyes that tells me they will be hard to break and harder still to train. I do so love a challenge. I toss back the rest of my wine in a very unladylike manner and stand, one hand waving at the two to indicate that there is no need to show me any more. The trader nods and leaves through the door. The owner is back in a moment, his hands rubbing together greedily. I can see that I will be forced to bargain for a good deal.

~*~*~*~*~

Knockturn Alley is bustling with activity as I lead my new purchases to one of my favorite shops. I have their leashes held firmly in my grip, the two of them trailing along behind me without argument. Pussy Whipped is owned by a pair of Witches who have foreseen the need that comes with owning pets. It is geared toward women, with many different types of paraphenalia for any occasion. It is here that I have brought all of my toys, so that I can properly attire them.

\"Mrs. Malfoy,\" the girl behind the counter greets me as we step in. Her eyes go over the two men at my back appreciatively, then she steps out. She already knows what I\'ve come about and doesn\'t bother making small talk. Instead, she motions me over to the far corner. I go, taking the two with me. \"What will it be today?\"

\"I would like something in a soft, supple leather. Preferrably no wider than half an inch. The lock must be small and delicate and in silver. I should like new leashes, too. Chain, with the tooled leather hand grip that I like so.\"

\"And what colors this time?\" she asks, moving to fetch me the requested items.

\"Burgandy and gold,\" my smile is, I\'m certain, quite obscene. She turns to look at me again, then at the two men at my back. Her smile is knowing and she kneels down to open a cupboard. When she stands, she holds two collars in one hand and two leashes in the other. Each one is in the requested colors. I can see the Gryffindors on the collars, moving freely across the leather with the charms placed upon them. I nod approvingly. Precisely what I want. Leesa knows exactly what I like.

\"Come along, my pets. Time for you to put on your new collars,\" I pull on the leads in my hands. Both come forward without much fight. Leesa fits them with their collars, locking the little silver lock into place. She casts a spell on them, one she knows that I know and use frequently. When she hands me the keys, I drop them into my reticule and then allow my gaze to peruse the rest of the shop.

Several items catch my eye and I drag my pets along with me so that I may look at them. The first item to gain my approval is a harness with a strap on dildo attached to it. The dildo is an impressive seven and a half inches long and nearly two inches in diameter. Next is something that I think my toys will wear about the house when the mood strikes me. A harness of leather that is nothing more than a series of leather straps. A pair of them come up over the shoulders to meet another strap that runs just under the pectorals. A single strap runs down the center of the body. It is met by another horizontal strap around the waist. The center strap continues on to a ring that slips over the man\'s cock and balls.

Two of those are added to my small stack of items and I move on to pick the next item. Lucius has ever been a generous husband and cares nothing for what I spend my money or, nor where it is spent. My eyes light on something I believe that I will make my toys wear now. It is a y-shaped chain. At the tops of the two arms, there are clamps that attach to the nipples. The bottom chain again runs down to the groin area, where it meets up with a ring that slips over the man\'s genitals. I signal for this and Leesa brings out a pair of them.

I spy a rack of leather clothing and move toward it, my toys once more being pulled along behind me. They are, at present, attired in disgusting pants that the auction house provided for them. I cannot allow either of them into my home looking so unkempt and dirty. It is easy for me to decide on a new pair of leather trousers for each of them. I eye them up and down before chosing two pairs from the rack. I am certain that they will fit properly through the legs while being snug across the crotch and arse areas. They have such tight, firm arses and I wish to show off to everyone just how lucky I am and how luscious they are.

\"Take those disgusting things off,\" I order, waving a hand in the general direction of the trousers they wear. Both look at me in astonishment.

\'Here? Now?\" one asks and I frown at him. I step closer to him, deliberately brushing my body against his so that my breasts pressed his chest. My lips skim along his ear as I speak.

\"You have not been given permission to speak, toy,\" I breathe in his ear, my hand dragging down over his chest to grab at this flaccid cock. To his credit, he barely reacts. The only hint that he has been caught by surprise is a slight widening of his eyes. He leans into me, pressing even more of his delicious looking cock into my hands. It is already firming up and I can tell that he will bring me much enjoyment and pleasure while I break him.

\"George,\" he says firmly. I lean back and stare at him.

\"What?\" I squeeze harder. He doesn\'t even flinch. It makes me wonder if the two of them have been owned previously and their Master was not able to properly break them.

\"My name is George,\" he tells me, looking me directly in the eye.

\"You are my toy. Why should you have a name?\"

\"Because I respond better to my name than I do to \'toy\',\" he says.

\"You are telling me that, should I call you George,\" I begin and then squeeze his cock tighter. I smile when I feel it firm up some in my grasp. \"That you will respond to me?\"

His only answer is a knowing smirk and a lift of one of his red eyebrows. This makes me pause and I turn my attention to his brother, his mirror image, standing right next to him. \"Can the same be said of this toy?\" I ask, reaching out to take his brother\'s cock in hand.

\"Fred is just like me,\" George informs me. I turn to look at Fred, to seek confirmation of his twin\'s statement. He simply nods at me.

\"Are you? Are you just like your brother, Fred?\" I ask him and feel his immediate response to my words fill my hand. I smile at them. \"Very well. I will address you by name. Unless you do something to anger me. Then you will be called my toys once more and you will have to work very hard to gain back the priviledge of being called by your given names. Do you understand?\"

\"Yes,\" they both intone.

\"Yes?\" I lift a brow, then squeeze again.

\"Yes...\" George begins.

\"....Mistress,\" Fred ends. I smile my approval and step back, turning them loose. George wears the burgandy collar with the gold leash and Fred is opposite. It is one way to tell them apart without asking them which is which.

\"Trousers,\" I motion the to their clothes. \"Off now.\"

They do as they\'re told, reaching down to drop the foul garments from their bodies. I take the moment to study them, allowing my gaze to rake over their young, lithe frames. I stop a moment to stare at their slightly filled cocks, noting that they will be long, large and thick when completely full. I smile and nod my approval. Then I turn to the rack and lift the two pairs of leather trousers up. My eyes go to Leesa and she comes over at my silent prompting, the jewelry in hand. She exchanges the trousers for the chains, dropping them into my upturned hand while relieving me of the trousers for the moment.

I move to them, starting with Fred first. He watches me as I let my fingers fondle his nipples, pulling on them a bit before I slip the nipple clamps into place. Again, there is no response to this and I wonder just who they\'d had as a Master before hand. I drop the bottom of the chain and we all can hear the soft thud of the ring slapping against his partially filled cock. Then I let my hands wander down so that one grasps his shaft and the other draws the ring into place. It fits snugly when pulled behind the sac of his testicles and rests against his body. I turn to George then and repeat the process, noting that I get as little a reaction frim him as I had gotten from his brother.

When I hold my hand out, Leesa hands me the chosen trousers and I hand a pair to each of them. They take them from me and slowly slip into them, a look of near rapture crossing their faces when they raise the butter-soft leather up over their partially erect pricks. Once they have the fly done up, I step into them and take a moment to massage them through the leather, whispering words of promise and pleasure to them as I work them to full erections and reposition them so that the large bulges will be obvious to one and all.

When I finally step back, I take a moment to study them. The leather is tight, as I had known it would be. The soft material hugs the lines of their shafts, displaying their attributes so prominently. I take a moment to step around them and admire the way the leather conforms to their backsides. I will make quite the stir as I lead them along Knockturn and Diagon Alley. I look at Leesa and smile. \"Total it all up and put it on my bill. I will send payment at the end of the month, as usual.\"

\"Of course, Mrs. Malfoy,\" she nods and moves to bag up the items I\'ve chosen so that we can be on our way. I tug the Weasley twins along behind me, stopping to glance over my shoulder at them. Oh yes, the leather hugs their sinfully large shafts perfectly. I will, naturally, be the envy of all the ladies in my circle when they hear of this.

With the bag of newly made purchases in my hand, I head for the door. The two men follow behind me, not yet fighting me and it makes me wonder what they think will happen. If they have been owned before, they know that they cannot possibly hope for any form of escape.They tower over my, my lovely red-headed twins, but it is very plain to see that I own them. Which I will prove the moment we get to Malfoy Manor. I have my own playroom. Lucius has his dungeons and I leave him to them. Him and his new plaything, the Mudblood Granger. I do not understand his obsession for her anymore than I understand Draco\'s seeming love for the youngest Weasley male.

Of course I must stop when hailed by those I know. It is naturally under the pretense of gossip, but I know better. The women of my acquaintance are happily looking my newest purchases over. To their credit, both of my toys remain silent and stand with their eyes locked onto me. I know this, as I can feel them glaring at the back of my head. They know this is deliberate and I take gleeful knowledge in the fact that they apparently do not like to be put on display. I will make it up to them the moment I get them to the playroom. Their new home.

It takes us some time to disentangle ourselves from the crowd of women gathered round us. All of them have come to see my stunning twin stallions and drool over their fine forms. They are also, no doubt, calling me many different names under their breath for snatching up such beautiful toys. There is a distinct advantage to being the wife of Minister of Magic and I have naturally made a point of mentioning this to them. Repeatedly. But finally, I can stand no more of the back stabbing bitches that make up polite Wizarding society, so I make my excuses and lead my prizes to the Leaky Cauldron, where we all three floor back to Malfoy Manor.

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\"Welcome to your new home, my lovelies,\" I say as I lead them into the room. The playroom is decorated in soft shades of blues. It is a calming color and I find it to be less dreary than the dull gray of stone. There are many cuffs and chains embedded in the walls, as well as a tall cabinet on one wall that holds many of my toys. There is one bed tucked into the corner. It is a single and will be a tight squeeze for the two of them. They will be forced to sleep very close to one another. The image of them naked and pressed tightly to each other sends a stab of desire into my womb and I decide that now is as good a time as any to introduce them to their new Mistress.

\"Come and undress me,\" I order in a gentle tone. They glance at one another, then shrug and move toward me. The two of them move in perfect unison, as if they are nothing more than mirror images of one another. Together, they help me from my gown, unbuttoning the garment and pulling to from my body. I point to my feet and they go down on bended knees to remove my shoes and stockings. When they have finished, I am left wearing a waist corset and nothing more. I nod at them and move to the corner with my bag of new purchases. \"Take off your trousers.\"

While they do as I\'ve commanded, I present them with my back and give them the opportunity to look upon my finely turned arse. From the bag, I withdraw the harness and the strap-on dildo. I believe that it is as good a time as any to break it in. It is easy to slip on, the belts going into place quickly. When I have it on fully, the strap that runs between my legs is firmly entrenched between my pussy. The small piece that is made for clitoral stimulation is fitted properly and a good tug on the fake phallus jutting from the apex of my thighs sends the tiny fingers into motion over my clit. The feeling is divine.

When I turn, both of them drop their gaze to the toy between my legs. I can see the looks in their eyes, telling me that they do not like this already. I only smile and advance on them. The ring around their cocks does not allow them to lose their erections and though I can see that they do not want anything to do with me, the blood will not leave their shafts. My gaze drifts hungrily to the twin\'s thick lengths and I feel a pulse between my thighs that nearly leaves me weak in the knees. It will be utterly wonderful to manipulate them into pleasing me.

A decision is made in that instant and I move over to stand on a stool that will see me nearly as tall as them. I step up and spread my legs, distributing my weight evenly on my feet, then point to the spot behind me. \"Fred, you will stand here.\"

He glances at his brother a moment and the two of them shrug, then Fred moves easily to where I have indicated. When he stands behind me, I reach around until my hand finds the glorious silk of his cock and I tug him forward by it until his chest is pressed to my back. The top of his shaft is now postioned between my thighs so that it peeks through under the dildo I wear. I reach for his hands, drawing them up to my breasts. Then I glance at his brother. \"George, you will kneel before me.\"

Without a word, George steps forward and does as he\'s told, kneeling in front of me. The added height of the stool leaves him shorter than I want, so I conjure a padded stool for him to kneel on. With a silent command, he settles himself on it on his knees. I stare down at him and give him a slightly evil smile. \"You will suck my cock, George. And, while doing so, you will fist Fred\'s cock.\"

I can see the argument in his eyes before he even opens his mouth. \"I will not. I am not a ponce and I will not touch my brother.\"

\"You will do as you\'re told, or you will suffer my wrath. You\'re far too handsome to be permanently scarred,\" I warn almost gently. It is a tone of voice that many have come to know as the one that tells of my impending explosion. Someone will get hurt soon and George is quickly becoming my next victim. I stare at him, waiting to see what will happen next. There are only two options. Either George does as he\'s told, or he does not and he is punished for it. He does not seem to know that he is pushing my patience or he does not care. It is of no matter to me.

\"No,\" he shakes his head at me, then crosses his arms over his chest. I scowl, not liking this defiant streak he seems to have in spades. \"I\'ll be your toy, your pet, and fuck you until my balls turn blue and fall off. But I won\'t put my mouth on that thing and I won\'t touch my brother in an inappropriate manner.\"

Much as I refuse to admit it, I like his cheek. It will make the breaking of George and Fred that much sweeter. I lean down, Fred\'s hands sliding from my breasts, and grasp his chin in my hand, squeezing it until the skin is so white that I know it must be painful. I\'m sure my eyes have gone as cold as ice and the look on my face is likely the one that has been known to instill fear in the pets that have come before the two men currently in my presence. I hold my free hand out and call my favorite piece to me. It is the razor given to my by my husband.

With practised ease, I flip it open and show George the shining blade. The blade then dips lower and when it bites into his skin, I see him flinch. I drag the sharp front corner of it down over his chest, cutting a thin, deep line into the tight flesh there. I can smell the blood as it rises to the surface and rolls down his skin. When I am finished, I lift the blade and force him to watch as I lick his sweet blood from the edge of it. \"You will do as I command, or I will use this on more treasured parts of you.\"

The defiance is still there in his eyes and I know he is about to tell my to go fuck myself. I lower the razor, prepared to carry out my threat. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I look back to find Fred staring at me, an openly pleading look in his eyes. \"Please, Mistress. Don\'t hurt him,\" he begs softly, then looks to his brother. \"George.... just do it. I don\'t want to lose you, too. Just do it and...\"

Fred breaks off and I can hear the sorrow in his voice. I know that their sister is a permanent ward of St. Mungo\'s, sent there without her mind thanks to the devious nature of their former Potions Master. I also know that their parents have been captured and given to two of the fouler members of the Death Eater\'s Ranks. My sister Bellatrix and her husband were awarded Arthur and Molly Weasley. I have not had contact with my sister in some time, so I do not know the fate of the twin\'s parents. I cannot imagine that it is good and, if the gods have even an ounce of kindness to them, the Molly and Arthur have already met their ends. I wouldn\'t care to be in the clutches of my sister. She is quite mad and enjoys pain more than anyone I know.

George stares up at his brother and this is the first time that I have seen anything beyond their usual, chipper nature exposed on his face. In his eyes. There is sorrow there, too, making me wonder what they have already been through. Thge silence is palpable for some time, then he sighs and hangs his head. \"As you wish, Mistress,\" he concedes in a soft voice. He bows his head to show me he will be, for the moment, subserviant to me. I fold the razor up and tuck it into the corset I wear, then return to my place on the stool, making sure to position Fred in the same manner as before.

\"Fred, you may fondle my breasts,\" I tell him, my eyes locked on the bowed head of his twin. Both Fred and George sport hair that is longer than most of the men wear and it strikes a chord with me. I know that Walden Macnair has a penchant for boys. He likes them long and lean and he likes them with their hair worn like a girl\'s. He is also not known to keep his toys long. If Fred and George were his previously, then it is a miracle they are still alive. I decide that I like their hair long and, when we have concluded for the evening, I will have their glorious locks braided so that the tails hang down their backs.

Fred presses up against me once more, his hands beginning their exploration of my breasts. I can feel the heavy length of his cock between my legs. His fingers are long and sure and they bring my nipples into tight peaks in only moments. The feeling is enough to send more liquid heat pooling between my thighs. I feel one of George\'s hands on my hip as he moves closer. His mouth opens and he takes the head of the cock I wear into his mouth. As he swallows it down, he presses it back and the small fingers over my clit rake across the small nubbin of flesh and send ripples of pleasure up and down my spine.

As he takes the entire length of the phallus strapped to my crotch into the back of his mouth, I feel his hand circle his brother\'s hardened shaft and stroke. The reaction is immediate. Fred whimpers and his hips arch forward. His hands grip my breasts tighter. The feeling is so wonderful that I allow my eyes to close. My hands drop to cup George\'s head and to guide his actions. Soon, I find my hips being driven by Fred\'s so that he can push more of his erection into the hand curled around it.

George is working furiously, his mouth gliding up and down the length of the toy. The fingers are rippling over my clit frantically and I cannot help the way my hips rock and thrust into it. The action drives the toy further into George\'s mouth. I allow this to continue for several minutes, enjoying the power that thrills through me at the notion that the two of them are doing as they\'re told. That they do not like the way their bodies are reacting to the actions they are forced to do. It isn\'t until George starts to gag slightly, his pace erratic, that I relent and allow him to stop.

The toy slides form his mouth easily and he drops his hands, his chest heaving. I do not know if it is from disgust or other feelings. My gaze moves down to his cock, trapped in it\'s ring. It is engorged and starting to redden. The head is shiny and glistens with the drops of pre-cum leaking from it. I pat his head and turn to look at Fred. \"You will take his place now.\"

Fred steps back from me wordlessly and moves to do as I\'ve ordered. George stands and glares at me. \"No,\" he shakes his head. I can see that he will not relent this time, no matter what I threaten. There is a look in Fred\'s eyes that tells me that something like this has happened before. He has been abused and, though he will do it, it is plain that he has terrible memories of the event.

\"George,\" Fred begins.

\"No. I won\'t let it happen,\" George is adamant. I stare at him a moment. The threat of pain will obviously not work here. His defiance angers me and I step from the stool to grab his chin and lift it. He glares at me mutinously.

\"Very well. Fred does not have to suck my cock. He will, instead, takes yours up his arse,\" I tell him. This order is received with an even colder look than the last. George begins to shake his head. I pull the razor from my corset and open it once more. I cannot recall how much blood it has spilt since the fall of the Light, but it is always eager to spill more. Even the threat of the pain of the blade does not seem to deter him. I move my arm and position the blade at Fred\'s throat. \"You will do as I say or you will no longer be a twin!\"

There is still a hint of refusal in George\'s eyes, so I press the sharpened edge against his brother\'s throat and draw blood. George frowns, knowing that I mean what I say. Fred is silent, simply staring at the two of us. There is trust in his eyes that his brother will not let him die. Several tense moments pass before George nods. I smile and withdraw the blade, then tuck it away in my corset once more. With the same hand, I motion to a cushioined table top across the room. Fred moves to it silently, George trailing after him.

I move to fetch a ajr of lubrication, then follow after them. Silently, I hand the jar to George. It will be up to him to prepare his brother. He takes the small container with a sigh and opens it, then scoops out some of the jelly like substance and works it up and down the length of his engorged shaft with such proficiency that I know he\'s done this before. \"On your back, Fred,\" I motion to the table before them.

Silently, Fred obeys. He climbs up and lays on his back, his eyes staring at me with some emotion. I wonder what these two have suffered for a moment, then push the thought away as George begins to tease his brother\'s puckered rim with two fingers. They are coated with the lubricating jelly and he works it into the tight passage. I move to position Fred\'s legs, pushing them back to rest against his chest so that he is exposed fully. Without a word, George moves into place between his brother\'s thighs, the head of his weeping erection at the opening hidden between those wonderful arse cheeks.

I pick up the container and scoop out my own dollop of the jelly and work it along the shaft of the strap-on at the top of my cunt. I summon the stool over and settle it behind George, then step up. I reach my hands around to fondle both of their cocks. Both men jerk at my touch. Then I let them go and lean into George\'s back. \"You may begin,\" I tell him softly.

He feeds his erection into his brother\'s ass slowly, allowing Fred to accustom himself to the feel of such a thick piece of meat being pushed into him. When George is fully seated, I put my hand on his back and press him forward until he leans over his brother\'s body. Then I pry his own arse cheeks apart and press the head of the phallus I wear against the rim of his arsehole. With a swift thrust of my hips, I am buried within George\'s ass.

I draw back and thrust back in, moving George with me. I can see by the look on Fred\'s face that he is both disgusted and turned on by this. I wonder if perhaps they are bisexual and enjoy a good ass fucking. I know that they do not like that I\'ve forced them into this incestuous position. It will not last long because I have needs to and my needs must be met. I have only done this to impress upon them that I am the one who controls their fate. If they do not fight me, I will not make them engage in this again. I will bring in my other toys, the ones who have survived my tender care, and watch the twins fuck them.

We establish a rhythm, George and I. Despite their utter contempt for the situation, they are still turned on. They moan softly, as if to hide that from me. When I thrust in, George thrusts in. I have him pressed down far enough that each movement brings friction to Fred\'s shaft, working at exciting him even further. The small fingers grinding against my clit have me near my peak and I slow my pace so that I do not orgasm quite yet. Instead, I lean forward and press my breasts into George\'s back and allow my tongue to lick at his shoulders. I rock my hips slowly so that I am filling him, but not with the speed that speaks of impending release.

\"You two look beautiful together,\" I tell them, rotating my hips in a manner that I have learned from Lucius. This earns me a deep groan from George and he unconsciously presses back against me to drive the length of the cock I wear into his arse. I love this, being in control like this. I love fucking a man in the ass as if I were a man and he were my woman. The power is heady and pushes me closer to my peak. I can feel my muscles tightening with impending climax.

I draw back, pulling nearly completely from George\'s arse, then I plunge back in sharply. He has no choice but to do so, as well. Both of them cry out as I set a rapid, hard pace. My orgasm is riding me and all I can think of is pushing myself over the edge. I pound myself into the body beneath me, each th rust driving the fingers into my clit a little harder and a little further. Soon, my climax crests and I\'m drowning in the sensation as it crashes over me.

My body spasms, a low cry falling from my lips to fill the room. My thrusts become less hurried and soon I am simply leaning against George\'s back. I finally pull back, slipping the dildo from his ass as I struggle to regain my breathing. He follows my lead and pulls from his brother. The two of them are glassy eyed and quivering. Their cocks are both swollen and angry, the ring preventing them from spilling their seed. I smile at them and motion to an odd shaped bench on the other side of the room.

George helps Fred to his feet and the two stare at the bench, wondering what I could possibly have in mind. When they look reluctant to follow, I simply grab the chains that run between their nipples and cocks an pull. It jerks on both parts of their bodies and they follow wordlessly. We stop before the bench and I allow them to stare a moment before doing anything else. The bench is U-shaped. It isn\'t very long and it just wide enough to squeeze three people into it. There are handles at the top on either side. With a spoken word, the U parts and becomes two pieces.

\"Have a seat, gentlemen,\" I motion to the two benches. Thye move over and sit facing one another, finding that the bench is only wide enough forone person to sit on. I unbuckle the harness and allow the strap-on to fall to the floor. I leave the straight razor with it, knowing there will be no need for it now. Instead, I move to the two of them and position their legs so that they are laying over one another\'s thighs and on either end of the bench. Fred and George are literally sitting ball to ball. I step up onto Fred\'s side, my back to George, then settle on my knees.

Another word sees the two parts coming together again so that I am sandwiched between them. I look down into Fred\'s face and see that he understands what is to happen. George\'s hands reach up to cup my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples. The feeling is wonderful and I sigh, deciding to allow him this for the moment. Fred\'s hands come up to touch my thighs, his thumbs stroking along the swollen flesh of my pussy lips. I am soaking wet and aching to be filled by them.

I moan when two of Fred\'s fingers drive up into my soaking cunt, stroking in and out slowly and as deeply as they can go. Mewling noises bubble up my throat and fill the air while the two of them make love to my with their hands. Those long, lovely hands that already seem to know just where to touch me and how. Fred\'s thumbs drag over my clit and I arch my back, pressing my hips down onto his hands further.

\"Mistress,\" he says softly, leaning in to lick at my throat before continuing. \"Your cunt is so wet and hot. It needs my cock in it.\"

I throw my head back at his dirty words. My pussy pulses with life at them. I nod, then reach for George\'s hands. He allows me to bring them down and back around so that they are behind my back. I cup them over my ass cheeks so that his fingers touch my asshole. Slowly, his hands move like a spider. I barely feel them as they stroke over the twin globes and the crack that divides them. His fingertips are soft and gentle as they tease my skin and probe the opening there. I cannot help the loud moan when two of his fingers join his brother\'s, stroking into my pussy slowly.

Soon, they leave and I feel them pressing at the ring of muscles, forcing it open and stretching my anal passage as he gently, slowly feeds his digits into me. He scissors them, spreading my channel to accomodate him. \"Mistress, I need some of the jelly. I don\'t wish to hurt you,\" he whispers into my ear. I nod and call for it. It floats into my hand and I wordlessly hand it over to him. I tense the moment the cold gel touches my bottom, then he\'s spearing his fingers up into me once again.

The feeling of their fingers rubbing along one another, of them pistoning their hands in and out of both orifices is enough to send me over the edge once more. I groan and rock on them, feeling a second orgasm take me. My body tightens, spasming as I cum and flood Fred\'s hand with my own juices. He withdraws his hands and stokes them along his cock, smearing the glistening moisture over the length of his erection. I nod to signal my readiness and feel them put one hand on either side of my hips. I know their other hands are located on their cocks so they can position themselves and drive themselves into me.

The fit is tight, but it is manageable. My legs will hurt later, but I do not care. I simply want to fuck them like this. They cannot move, allowing me control of the motion, and I like that. It is why I had the bench made in the first place. Slowly, I lower myself until I am seated on top of both of them. It is painful to have George\'s cock in my ass, but the pain soon gives way to pleasure as their stiffened lengths slide along one another. I am in raptures as they press against one against the other through the thin membrane that separates them.

I reach for the handles above me and use them to shift myself up and down on both cocks. It is such an overwhelming feeling to have them both buried inside of me. Their hips are thrusting as much as they can, driving themselves back into me when I lower myself so that they both go as deeply as possible. \"You feel so tight, Mistress,\" Fred tells me, then rotates his hips.

At the same moment, George does the same, going in the opposite direction. My body nearly explodes with orgasm then and there, but I will it not to. It is hard to maintain that thought when their hands are suddenly on my breasts and my clit again. Each one has one hand in both places, their fingers worrying my nipples and rubbing my clit. I do not know if I can stand such synchronized pleasure. My mind is already reeling with the feel of them within my body and the addition of their fingers is enough to tighten my muscles with another impending release.

\"Harder!\" I pant and begin to lower myself with great force. Their hips rise up to meet mine faster, harder than before. Their hands still manipulate my body so that my nerves are strung tight, my muscles even tighter. Even in the confines of the bench, we manage to thrust and grind against one another wildly.

I call out a spell that enlarges the rings around their cocks. This will allow them a much needed release. Almost immediately, I can feel them swell within my body. It will not take long for any of us to cum. This only serves to excite me further and I begin to once more thrust myself down upon them. I move as fast as I can, taking them into my fully and burying them as deeply as I can.

At the same moment that I feel their cocks jerk and twitch inside of me, their fingers are pinching my clit so sharply that my back bows and I cum hard. I can feel them release into me, their hot seed filling me. My muscles are clenched tight around them for some time before they relax and merely milk the two shafts as they continue to ejaculate into me.

When my body is once more still and the only problem I have it with breathing, I slump forward to rest against Fred. His arms hold me, George\'s wrapped around me while he presses closer to me. I can feel the thundering of their hearts against my chest and back, their hot breath fanning across my ears. This has been an intense session and none of my previous toys have ever come close to satisfying me like these two have.

\"New toys, Narcissa?\" the cool voice washes over us and I lift my head to look at my husband. Lucius is eyeing the three of us speculatively. I smile at him, still straddling both men\'s laps.

\"Yes,\" I nod and smile at him. He looks handsome in his black trousers, his black shirt and his black and green vest. He is out of his formal coat and his cloak, his hair no longer held back by the black ribbon. I lean toward him and kiss him, our tongues dancing along one another in promise. I believe he has been to see his toy and she has serviced him well enough to put him in a good mood. I cannot wait for later in the evening. Making love to my husband is always a deep pleasure.

\"They look as if they\'ll do right by you,\" he says as he glances at both of them. I can read in his look that he doesn\'t understand why I would chose the Weasley twins. I will have to explain it to him later.

\"Oh, they will. Make no mistake of that,\" I nod again. They are still semi-erect within me and the feeling that evokes is enough to make me want to have another go with them.

\"Dinner will be served shortly,\" he tells me, then turns and leaves the room.

\"Have them hold mine for me. I believe I shall be a while,\" I call after him, just before he closes the door. Then I smile and turn back to Fred and wiggle my hips. Their response is instantaneous.

There is always time for more.

fin Narcissa
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as always, i must say thanks to my support group. they all know who they are and they know how much i love them. they really help keep me going.

this is self-beta\'d, so if you find mistakes, they are entirely mine and i take full responsibility for them... maybe. if they behave themselves.

finally, please let me know what you think. gently, though. i\'m a sensitive soul. also, i\'m taking suggestions for pairings. please let me know who you think should be tortured next.

to Echo: thanks for giving this a whirl, even though that last chapter wasn\'t your bag. this one probably isn\'t either. you\'re constantly reading and encouraging me and that means lots. love you, hon!

to dancing_ salome: i know that slash is an acquired taste. myself, i like it. but i\'ve always been told that i\'m completely out of the loop. perhaps i can explain what Snape did to Ginny. then again... it would be simply evil of me to leave it to your imagination. ~insert evil laughter here.~

to Kateko: thank you so much for your kind words. i think this is the first time anyone\'s told me that i\'m their favorite author. for the time being, The Power is Mine is going to stay a one shot. it was never intended to be more. as for Draco and Pansy... that can perhaps be done. i was toying with the ideas of writing from each of the toy\'s points of view..... we\'ll see. but again. thank you so much. it means alot.