Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
First Beta: Aphotic Halo
Second Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 16,858
Chapter 3 Edit Date: 11/30/2008 (added the library scene)
Clean up editing: 04/22/2009
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Chapter 3 – The Sensuous Cherry

Previously:
She was sure Sirius would have liked to see her doing herself like the wanton bitch she was at that moment. She dearly wished he had followed her; she was sure she wouldn't have stopped him if he had come to her and put his face between her legs. She wanted to feel his hands, lips, and tongue upon her body. Feel him deep inside her. Him, not Ron, but him.

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Now Sirius could do nothing but think about Hermione all the time, becoming even more obsessed with thoughts of her. He pictured in his mind his hands holding her ample breasts, weighing them and squeezing them. He could almost feel her nipples in his mouth, making them hard and nipping at them with his teeth as she sighed with pleasure. He practically tasted her juices as he imagined an intense session of oral stimulation while listening to her moan his name over and over, her hands tangled in his hair as she pushed him against her and begged him for more, while he hungrily complied and lapped and rooted at her. But, most of all, he thought about having her delicious, warm, moist mouth on him. He imagined how it would feel to have her fingers working his balls while her tongue licked their sac. He envisioned that electrifying tongue of hers everywhere on his body, that tongue and those sumptuous lips of hers. He had so enjoyed her tongue when she had sucked his fingers lovingly into her mouth, that he couldn't get the feel of it out of his mind; it was so warm and textured and pliant. He hardened whenever he thought about that tongue of hers.

He still pondered why she had tears in her eyes after their experience together and he watched her carefully to see how she responded to him over the next few days – she didn't run from him or hide, rather, she gave him a bashful smile when she saw him, her cheeks coloring shyly. He began to purposefully approach her and touch her physically in non-offensive places, such as her arm or shoulder, so he could gauge her reaction to him. Initially, she would still momentarily at his touch before continuing to act as if nothing was amiss. After a few more encounters, she would watch him as he neared her, allowing his touch without adverse reaction. He then began to touch her hips, brush his hands against her breasts, and rub her shoulders seductively – often with a positive response from her; at this point, he felt reasonably sure she had dealt with her inner insecurities and would be ready to move on to the next stage in their relationship. A week later, as a test, he followed her into the library and slowly backed her into the bookshelves while kissing and sucking on her neck; pressing his erection against her as she parted her legs for him, her body pushing against his bulge while her hands remained behind her submissively, allowing his own to thoroughly roam her body - both over and under her clothing. He kissed her eager mouth deeply, his hands lifting her skirt and exploring her assiduously; he then looked into her eyes while his fingers moved within her, looking for any signs of tears or resistance; when he found none, he kissed her again, their tongues exploring, before he backed away as they kissed, her body following him until he pulled from her and left her standing alone, panting for more. He tasted her while he backed away, her eyes widening as he licked his fingers; her tongue darting out unconsciously to lick her own lips seductively. At that point, he felt confident she was his and that she was ready for him.

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Hermione had been surprised when she found him standing behind her in the library; she turned to see what the noise was behind her and saw him advancing on her. Her body instantly reacted to his nearness: she felt moisture between her legs as well as a throb, her nipples hardened, her heart rate increased rapidly as did her respirations. He didn't stop when his body touched her, and when she began to back up, he followed. Her eyes never left his face as she put her hands behind her and began groping blindly for the bookshelves; when she finally came up against them, she kept her hands behind her so that he wouldn't stop touching her. She delighted in feeling his erection pushing against her and found herself parting her legs for him without thought, when she did realize what she was doing she opened her legs further and bucked her hips against him. She lost herself to his touch as he pushed her shirt up and pulled her bra down, releasing her breasts so he could tweak her nipples while kissing and sucking on her neck and sending shivers down her body as she gave out moans of yearning.

She knew she should stop him but it felt too good, too delicious. She fully intended to let him explore her body for as long as he wanted, knowing he wouldn't dare do more than touch her while in the library with others so close by; she found herself wanting his mouth on her but he did one better - his hands slowly lifted her skirt and slid under her knickers. At first, he rubbed her hair with his thumbs as his fingers teased around her clit, then he pulled her knickers down so he could reach her fully; she didn't think she could contain herself when she felt his fingers enter her and she moaned as he began to kiss her, shoving his tongue into her as far as he could. Within moments, she began to explore his mouth as much as he did hers and followed him when he began to pull away from her. She didn't want him to stop as he looked into her eyes while he wriggled his fingers within her and circled her throbbing nub with his thumbs before pulling out of and away from her while still kissing her. Slowly, cruelly, he began backing away from her, forcing her to follow his body, the body that she wanted so much to be touching her, until he put his hands gently on her shoulders and held her back, the aroma of her arousal strong on his fingers. He then whispered, “Later” to her and slowly licked his moist fingers with a smile, turning silently and walking away, nearly driving her mad with desire and forcing her to masturbate before she left the library, her concentration all but ruined from their encounter.

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Unfortunately, Albus and Remus had taken notice of the direction Sirius' eyes roamed on her body and the way he spoke to her, their flirting ways. Meddling, they told him to leave her alone, stating she was too young, too innocent. They didn't know about the Cherry Bowl Day. If they did they wouldn't say that. But he didn't tell them about it, that was Hermione's and his secret foreplay day. 'Nonsense!', he thought irritably, 'a girl her age can't wait to have a man, a real man, on top of her, plunging deeply into her, and teaching her how to submit to her man.' Sirius wanted very much to be her teacher – her Professor of the Arts of Love. Yes, that was what he would be to her. And she would love it. That he knew.

The ever watchful Kreacher noticed Sirius' desires as well, though he wasn't about to advise his Master to cease his fantasies, quite the opposite in fact. Kreacher knew his Master was so close to coming unhinged, but in a way he found exacting for his purposes. All Kreacher had to do was sway his Master's lascivious thoughts into reality, twisting them to coincide with what he wanted. He didn't think that would be too difficult to do. Oh, no he didn't.

One detestable, though most unforgettable evening, Kreacher hid in a darkened corner of the kitchen watching through narrowed eyes as the nasty little Mudblood tart fed his hated Master a bowl of cherries, one by one. He saw how his Master responded and how demure she acted, sucking him deeper into her sordid world like a succubus. Kreacher had begun to stroke himself when Master pulled her onto his lap to have his way with her, shooting off into the air when Master did on her. When she left the kitchen, he had followed her, soundlessly popping into the library and watched her silently as she played with herself like the Mudblood whore she was, gasping his Master's name over and over. He felt conflicted because he too, desired her, desired her long before the day he had watched her on the stairs, her eyes watching him as he watched her. He had known she wanted him to touch her that day on the stairs, but he somehow refrained from doing so despite the fact that he had wanted to pounce on and take her then and there. He had been forced to content himself with watching her, then going into hiding so he could relief himself while muttering about how she was 'just a Mudblood' and not worthy of his attentions.

Despite the fact that she was a dirty, filthy Mudblood, he wanted her – he noticed her body and smelled her arousal, saw the juices practically dripping from her fingers as she licked herself clean, that pink tongue making short work of it, her lips smacking enticingly. Both times, while on the stairs and in the library, he was hard pressed to keep from grabbing her and taking her himself, he would have licked and sucked her clean and made her enjoy it before fucking the shit out of her. Oh, yes, he would.

Watching her reminded him of his dear, sweet Mistress. He missed his Mistress, it had been so long since he had had a human woman for his carnal pleasures, and his body often ached for release. Kreacher knew how to please his beloved Mistress, and basked in her praise as he had made her moan in ecstasy. He was a good elf to his Mistress, always pleasing her after her husband died. Kreacher punished himself by making himself sit in the Mudbloods befouled room, watching her while she slept, when he thought about doing the same things with the Mudblood that he had done with his Mistress when she was alive – he knew she would be angry with him, but his mind and his body repeatedly responded to the sight and odor of the nasty Mudblood. He thought that watching the Mudblood sleep while not allowing himself to touch her a good punishment, his mind busily thinking up things to do with her as he suffered through painful erections until he was forced to masturbate before he lost control and took her while slumbering. Yes, those were adequate punishments. Oh, yes, they were.

After a while, though, Kreacher wondered, 'Maybe Mistress wouldn't be angry with me if I took advantage of the Mudblood and only pleased myself, making sure the Mudblood was left unsatisfied and begging for more.' Maybe, just maybe, if she thought he was putting the Mudblood in her place while he pleasured himself, maybe then she would be wouldn't be angry with him when he took her. When he thought of that, he began to whisper into the Mudbloods ear as she slept, instructing her on how to act and what to do with him and his Master. He included his Master because he knew he was the key to his having the girl for himself. He was sure of it, and all he had to do was manipulate his dreaded Master into securing her for his use.

So, with the goal of using his Master to get at the girl in mind, Kreacher began to whisper very quietly in Sirius' ear whenever they were alone, giving him food for thought, as they say. Laying the seeds of love, as others would say. But Kreacher had no thoughts of love where the Mudblood was concerned. He was careful with his words, making sure he twisted his Master's thinking of the little tart like an object, something to possess and own, something to use for his own purposes and not someone to love or coddle. He couldn't have his Master stopping him from his own fantasies if he felt sympathy for her. Oh no, he couldn't. That just wouldn't do. He saw the nasty magazines the Master jerked himself off over, how the Mudblood's face was plastered on them, with his dried cum making the pages hard and crackly. He just needed to convince his Master the Mudblood whore was the perfect submissive partner who might need some persuasion in the beginning of their lives down the S&M road. Oh, yes, he did.

He mentioned that he knew Sirius desired the Mudblood and he thought that was good. “Master,” he whispered when they were alone, “Master, she should only belong to you. She is made for you, I can see it. Look at her eyes, look how they watch you. She doesn't mind you looking at her tits, she wants you to look at them and use them. I hear her moaning your name in her sleep as she wets her knickers with her juices. She plays with herself in the bath and whispers your name. She wants you. Kreacher can help you take the little Mudblood slut so no one knows how she succumbs to your every whim, oh, yes, he can. He'll help you make her the best Mudblood sex slave a Master can have, he will.” Kreacher didn't dare mention that he had witnessed the day they shared the cherries, nor how he had followed her into the library and watched her repeatedly orgasm with his name on her lips, he wasn't sure how the Master would respond to that knowledge, so he told him the story about watching her in other ways.

House elves aren't supposed to lie to their Masters, so Kreacher made sure to punish himself later by touching the Mudblood in her sleep that night while whispering carefully into her ear, how she should let Master Sirius have his way with her, be his love, his submissive slave. His fingers seemed to tingle briefly when he first touched her, and he wondered if there was an ancient spell upon him to cause this sensation; after a while, he found that the tingling became a pleasant addition to his night-time teaching. He had been planting his wants and needs into her subconscious mind for months now - ever since he began punishing himself - and he was already reaping the benefits. Kreacher made sure everyone thought he never went into the Mudblood's bedroom once she had defiled it - he refused to change her sheets or have anything to do with her, on principle. He had to keep up appearances for the rest of the hated visitors of the Noble House of Black. But, in secret, he had been watching her sleep for months now, whispering instructions of how she should act and what she should do. Indeed, because of him, she had gone out and bought all those lovely new outfits and underthings, making his chore so much nicer to do as he ogled her body in her sleep. So, he thought the addition of touching her dirty Mudblood body in her sleep a suitable punishment for him for lying to Master; once he decided to start doing that, he began instructing her to go to bed naked, and within a few days, she did just that. Yes, she listened to his whispered instructions very well; he was sure it was because of him that she had masturbated on the stairs like a whore while he watched and why his Master had the Cherry Bowl Day experience with her. Oh, he was sure she was going to be a good sex slave. Oh, yes, she was.

He was careful to whisper how she was to submit to Master, how she was to do anything and everything he wanted without hesitation. Oh, yes, she should. Sometimes she even repeated the instructions softly while becoming briefly restless, seeming to be waking. When she seemed to be arousing, he would quickly hide in case she roused enough to open her eyes and look about, carefully monitoring her as she fell back into slumber and finally begin dreaming. He would then come out of hiding and continue his whispered instructions until the light of dawn began to color the sky. While whispering, he would charily fondle her high and low, sometimes he put his lips to her as well. He would tell her how she should respond to his touch, and was pleased when her body began to demonstrate his instructions. He made sure he told her how much she would enjoy their touch, and to allow it at all times. Sometimes, she would moan and cum in her sleep while his fingers and mouth were on her. Other times, she would awaken and he would watch her masturbate while he himself jacked off in his hiding place, waiting for the day when he could make her life as his sex slave a reality. He was sure her dreams included pictures of her bound and gagged, being spanked and whipped, and any other form of sexual deviation he described to her in whispers. If that was what his Master wanted, then that was what his Master would get. Kreacher knew that the use of subliminal messaging and subconscious mind control were powerful tools. He decided long ago that he needed to employ them while punishing himself nightly for his lecherous thoughts of the Mudblood. And so he did, working diligently to mold her in the process.

Kreacher spoke to his Master about the Mudblood at every opportunity that presented itself. His Master would suddenly find Kreacher whispering to him in the loo, in the early morning while in bed, sitting alone at the table. The only time he seemed free from Kreacher was late at night. At first, his dreaded Master told him to go away, that he was sick. But Kreacher was persistent. Kreacher knew his Master wanted to talk about the Mudblood harlot, it was just a matter of time. And Kreacher was right, Sirius eventually began to converse with him, talking about what he'd like to do with the Mudblood. He seemed relieved to finally have someone to talk to about his desires, someone who agreed with him and didn't try to dissuade his fantasies, but who actually encouraged them. Once he began talking he couldn't seem to stop and told Kreacher everything. Kreacher didn't approve of the Master using the words “love” and “Hermione” in one sentence, and worked hard to twist his words and thoughts around on themselves, to make the Master think of her as something to use, not love. His friends supposedly loved him and where did it land him? Did they help him? No. Friends weren't always the best thing for a person, but sex was, and a sex slave couldn't leave you like a girlfriend eventually would. Kreacher berated her actions whenever he could, trying to exaggerate her faults and minimize her assets (other than her physical ones, which he constantly appraised and approved of to his Master), trying to make his Master think less of her and not hold her up on the proverbial pedestal.

At first Master balked when Kreacher suggested they use her together. As proof that Master would enjoy sharing her, Kreacher surprised him by bringing him his carefully hidden magazines, pointing out that many of the wrinkled images with dried cum on them showed more than one man dominating over the charmed Hermione-slave. Master considered this for a bit as he slowly reviewed the images. It was true, Master finally conceded. Kreacher liked those magazines a great deal, he felt they caught the true essence of how to use a Mudblood whore, how they showed the sluts contained within them as only useful for sex and nothing more. Strong, physical sex. Kreacher pointed out how many of the images showed fear on the faces of the slaves, tears in their eyes, their mouths begging for their partners to stop, acting as if they were trying to fend off their dominant masters but then succumbing to them in the end, as every good sex slave should. Master wasn't sure about this, he worried about hurting the Mudblood, causing her 'psychological damage' as he put it. The both of them went through the magazines repeatedly, each time Kreacher showing how the girls always begged for what was coming to them and, in the end, their faces streaked with cum, their bodies bearing the markings of their Masters as they were used for pleasure, they always thanked and appreciated their Masters. Kreacher encouraged every idea Sirius had while twisting any he felt inappropriate into a different light. He even began telling Master some of his own fantasies of what he would do to the Mudblood, especially his favorite fantasy of spanking her while she was forced to beg for it – this seemed to excite the Master quite a bit and Kreacher was glad he shared it with him, suggesting that they spank her together on occasion, maybe even every day.

One unforgettable night, a night Kreacher thought they should make into a national holiday, they were discussing their plans for the Mudblood in front of Mistress' portrait, and she wiped a tear away as she told Sirius that she never thought she'd see the day her traitor son would make her proud. She told him to take that Mudblood and put her in her place for daring to enter and foul the air in her home, make her his personal sex slave like his daddy did to the Mudblood whores he found and brought home. Yes, that was the day his dreaded Master decided to make the Mudblood his. His Master didn't realize the strong need a child felt to have his parents love them would affect him so much. After all these years, he had finally found a way to please his mother and have her acceptance. He began plotting in earnest. And Kreacher helped Master decide what they would do. Yes, he did.

Finally, late one night, he could wait no longer; Sirius was tired of dry humping the mattress, pretending Hermione was wantonly beneath him, using the pillows in place of her body. He grew tired of using his hand as he imagined her mouth around his member. He had the approval of his mother and the help of Kreacher, what more did he need? Yes, it was time she knew that the Cherry Bowl Day sealed her fate with him.

He quietly crept from his room to hers, carefully opening the door and entering her room, while whispering quiet assurances to his intended. Sirius had Kreacher stand guard at the door and watch them as he prepared to lay claim to her. Sirius was surprised when she began to fight him as he had been sure she would welcome him into her bed with open arms. Kreacher, however, anticipated her trying to fight and quickly moved in to help. The Mudblood was horrified when Kreacher silenced her so she couldn't cry out for help. Her eyes grew wide as Kreacher locked the door with silencing spells and forced her arms above her head while his dreaded Master had his way with her. That first night was Kreacher's favorite to reminisce over. The Mudblood certainly was the virgin his Master thought she was, but between the two of them, she didn't have a virgin orifice left by the time they finished with her and departed several hours later – she was a busy sex slave that first night, yes she was.

Kreacher replayed the night out in his mind, enjoying each memory as it flowed passed his mind's eye. He lingered over the memory of when Master Sirius crushed and smeared cherries all over her neck, tits, and belly - then they both sucked and licked her clean. Master Sirius repeated this delicious act a few times. Once, he even made her lick and suck her own nipples, making her suck them deeply into her mouth and popping them out, over and over. Master was happy to see that her tits were big enough for her to do that, ooooh, yes. Master then shoved cherries up inside her and sucked them out one by one, slurping and chewing and relishing each while she groaned and bucked against him – he even forced the girl to eat a few while they were slick with her juices. Best of all, as a reward for helping him subdue the Mudblood, he let Kreacher dig the last few cherries out with his long tongue while she moaned and writhed and gasped, his fingers working on her as well as his mouth. Ah, that was a night to remember... Kreacher just hardened thinking about it.

That night, the wonderful cherry became Kreacher's favorite fruit.

And Kreacher thought that maybe his dreaded Master wasn't so bad after all.

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When they first entered her room, Hermione had sat up in alarm while pulling her bedsheets up to cover her breasts, whispering for Sirius to leave, fear constricting her voice. She knew why they came and she was frightened. Sirius had a deranged look to his eyes she had never witnessed before, his hair was in disarray and his clothing disheveled. He looked wilder even than in the pictures she had seen of him while in Azkaban. And she felt a dangerous air about him, almost coming off him in waves, something else she had never felt from him before. Sirius commanded Kreacher to guard the door while he climbed on the bed, grabbing her breasts and kissing her as he pushed her down and began to slide on top of her. She had gone to bed naked that night, having just masturbated while thinking of him, wishing he would come to her, but now that he was there, she was terrified and wished he would leave.

He was delighted when he discovered her nakedness, he whispered in her ear, “Yes, my little baby whore, you were waiting for me, weren't you?”. She said nothing, not wanting to admit the truth. His hands felt lovely, his mouth delicious, and she couldn't help it when she began to respond to him, finding herself laying her arms straight out on either side of her so he had easy access to her breasts and sighing, “Oh Merlin!” into his mouth as she hungrily kissed him. When he began to slide on top of her, she obediently opened her legs for him. Then her mind jolted her into awareness of what was happening and she took in a deep breath, preparing to start screaming for help, her fear washing over her even as her body seemed to go into automatic pilot, moving itself so he had easier access to all of its deliciously sensitive spots. Her mind tried to override her traitorous body and make it fight him. Suddenly, just as she began to emit a scream, she found that no sound would leave her lips; she grabbed at her throat as she looked up to see a surprised Sirius sitting back on his heels between her legs and a haughty looking Kreacher by the doorway.

In quick succession, Kreacher spelled the door closed, added strong silencing charms to the room, and released the charm on her throat so that she could talk once again. He then came over to her much faster than she guessed he could move, grabbing her wrists tightly with his spindly hands, pulling them roughly over her head, telling Sirius to continue using his new possession, telling Sirius, “Go on Master, you know how much she wants it, she just had to put on a show like any virgin slut has to. Don't forget how she acted with you while feeding you those cherries, Master. Remember those filthy Muggle magazines Master, think about them. That's it Master, suck on them, nip them, shove your fingers inside her, circle her nub. Make her yours, Master, take her, take her hard. Make her writhe like the baby whore she is.” On and on he encouraged Sirius while she looked up at them both, shaking her head back and forth wildly with tears in her eyes. She begged them to stop, tried to reason with them, but they ignored her, even looking at each other briefly and laughing as they continued using her. Then she began to whimper, at first with fear, then with increasing excitement until she practically exploded with the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced, throwing her head back in a silent gasp of pleasure, her body beaded with sweat, her back arching almost painfully, her cunt warring with her ass as it tried to push against him, trying to increase the pressure and the pleasure. She then moved her head back and forth with her eyes closed as she heaved in deep gulps of air, her body suddenly feeling very heavy and sluggish to move. Great Gods above, she wanted to come like that over and over again.

Having Kreacher holding her down and whispering instructions of debauchery while Sirius manipulated her body excited her incredibly. When she closed her eyes, she felt as if she were in one of her dreams. One of her lovely, sleazy dreams where Kreacher told her what to do. Keeping her eyes closed, she felt Kreacher move down to tug and suck on her nipples while Sirius came up to plunge his tongue into her eager mouth. Her mind raced as she thought about how she loved feeling the two of them on her body, admonishing herself that she shouldn't feel that way, then felt the pangs of guilt when she thought she had gone to Seventh Heaven and never wanted to come back down to Earth. She actually began bending her back away from the mattress and found herself tightening her chest muscles in an attempt to raise her breasts towards Kreacher, trying to get him to take more of her in and suck harder. She almost felt she could control the little muscles attached to her nipples and make them harder, more erect, more enticing so he would draw her in further. For a few ethereal minutes, her mind concentrated on that one area of her body – the nipple Kreacher had sucked deep into his mouth. At the same time, she was madly kissing Sirius, begging him wordlessly to continue. She tried to bring her hands down to push their faces closer to her body but she found she could not, they were charmed in place above her head. She heard herself murmuring, “More, more,” into Sirius' mouth as she tried to devour him with her own, wanting them both all over her, wanting them to make her theirs. She became lost in the sensations they were producing in her, abandoning herself to them completely, her body gyrating and writhing to their touch. And her mind followed her body. Just as it did in her dreams.

Suddenly, Sirius' mouth left her and she gave a little mewl of longing. Both of them pulled away from her and she closed her eyes in disappointment, both fearing they were going to leave her and glad at the thought of it. Again, she tried to move her arms in an effort to grab them and pull them to her but she found they were still fixed to the bed. When she opened her eyes, she saw Sirius was crushing cherries in his fingers, those luscious fingers that made her body twitch and buck under him. He crushed them and rubbed them on her, all over her oh, so, sensitive neck, on her breasts, on her belly. She could feel the juice from the cherries cooling her body, causing her nipples to harden more and goose-bumps to form as the juice slowly slid down the sides of her body. The thought that her sheets were going to be a mess in the morning suddenly invaded her mind and made her giggle. It was as if her giggle was their signal, and the both of them descended upon her, working to lick and suck their respective sides of her clean, moving frantically along her body as if they were in a race to see who would finish first. She moaned and gasped while their tongues tickled the sensitive part of her neck where it met with her shoulder, Kreacher had even licked inside and around her ear, bringing her to new heights of pleasure she didn't know she could derive from there; she thought she would orgasm from his tonguing her ear alone, not to mention what Sirius was doing to her. Her mind seemed to leave her as her body spasmed and moved on its own, losing control to their mouths, their tongues, their hands. They both sucked her nipples until she orgasmed, each tug and pull had brought a corresponding pull of hot desire between her legs until she felt herself go over the edge. Having two men, well, a man and a house elf, sucking her nipples at the same time was exquisite, she found herself begging them to suck harder, faster. Then they laved her belly, each taking turns digging their tongues into her umbilicus where the cherry juice had pooled. Their tongues and hot breaths made her belly muscles twitch and jump as they worked over her. She found her legs opening wider as they mouthed her, each with their fingers exploring her, working together to bring her explosive passion to completion over and over again. Hermione had no idea one's body could go through such prolonged pleasure.

She found it incredibly exciting when Sirius made her lick and suck her own nipples clean, both of them watching and telling her what to do. She thought her nipples couldn't get any harder than they were right then. He called her dirty names, telling her she belonged to him, she was his property. And he made her agree that she was his to use any time he wanted. She thought it all so cliché, thought this was stuff of B-rated movies and poorly written fanfics; but here she was, agreeing she was their property as if she had been bought off the slave-traders block, just like she had been taught had happened in early American history. She thought she was lucky though, at least she wasn't a real slave, not like those poor people had been. She knew she should be shocked and angered by him calling her his slave, yet she wasn't. It excited her, to think she was their sex-slave and she had to do any wonderfully slutty sex act they wanted without question; she felt her body's excitement increase as her breathing and heart rate quickened and her juices began to flow. Yes, she was enjoying this more than she knew a good girl should.

And then, when he began to talk forcefully, dominatingly...

“You're mine, Kitten, mine to use any time I want. Grab those tits and suck on them, now. That's it, grab them and bring that hot little mouth down, suck that tit in. You're my little baby whore aren't you? Say it!”

At first she hesitated, both wanting to be his baby whore and finding the thought degrading and repulsive. But then her body took over as he began to rub her clit with his fingers, rubbing it just right so that she wasn't able to stay still, her taut nipples begging her to pay attention to them. 'Heaven help me,' she thought, 'but I love having him do this to me.' Her replies came in unexpectedly seductive whispers, she found she was barely able to force the words out of her exhausted body.

“Yes, Sirius, I'm yours. I'm your little baby whore. I'll do anything for you because I belong to you.” 'I do? Yes, I do! I'm his to do what he wants with me.' She began to remember her dreams, the ones that had started months ago, where she did anything he wanted. Everything he wanted. She looked at Kreacher who was stationed between her legs, watching everything silently as he rubbed his member. In her dreams, she did anything he wanted as well, without abandon. She felt her nipples get harder as she watched Kreacher lick his lips, she so wanted him to do more with those lips while he was between her legs. She took in a deep breath in shock, thinking 'I can't believe I thought that!' She saw him eying her privates while licking his lips and felt herself get wetter. She squealed in excitement, then moaned longingly, when he bent down to sniff her thoroughly, then gave her a long, flat-tongued lick from anus to clit.

“Yes, you are a nasty girl, aren't you? You're a slut, admit it, you fucking slut. You enjoyed Kreacher licking you, didn't you, slut? I'm your Master, you know that, don't you? Yes, I'm your Master and you'll follow my every order, won't you? Speaking of orders, didn't I say suck those hard nips?” She looked up at him quietly as he directed her, he hand working his dick. She so wanted him to suck on her nipples, yet she liked the thought of him watching her suck herself.

“Yes, Master, I'm a slut. I'm your nasty slut.” And she sucked her nipples clean, her tongue circling them and laving them without abandon while her newly freed hands squeezed them. Her mind was screaming at her to stop doing his bidding, to stop agreeing with him. What the hell happened to her?

He grabbed her by the hair, twisting her head away from her nipples, making her look at him as he asked, “What will you do for me when I tell you to do something, Slave?” He then shoved her head down to make her continue working her tits.

Oh Merlin! His dirty talk was driving her wild! And the way he was dominating her physically! She never imagined she would love being treated like this, didn't know where her acceptance of it came. She was sure that if anyone else spoke to her this way, she would be fighting him tooth and nail to get away, and yet here she was, legs splayed open, tits in her hands, nipples in her mouth as she went back and forth from one to the other, busily licking and sucking them, pleasuring herself orally.

“I'll do anything for you, Sirius, anything.” 'I will? I guess I will. Yes, I will! Remember your dreams. Remember how good they felt. I will do anything for you. Anything!'

He growled at her and pinched one of her labial folds, hard. “What am I to you, Slave?”

She responded breathlessly, after giving a pained and surprised gasp, “M-Master, you are my Master.” She had been dreaming of him being her Master for months now, and finally, her dreams were coming true. Did she really want that? She wasn't so sure. She liked him talking to her like that, but she wasn't sure why. She could feel her body become more excited as their verbal exchange continued, though she knew she should be insulted by his words and mannerisms and be fighting him tooth and nail.

“That's right slave. You're mine. And, as such, I plan to leave my mark on you. My brand of ownership.” He hadn't planned on doing this just yet, he had planned to wait a few weeks before he marked her; he knew this was a big step, but he just couldn't help himself, he felt the NEED to mark her as his. Right now. He felt a pulse throughout his body at the thought of marking her.

'Brand of ownership? What does he mean by that?' She looked around quickly, with worry, looking for a cattle prod, her nipple still sucked into her mouth. 'What would he use to brand me with? How much is this going to hurt?'

He bent down and kissed her right breast, near her nipple, then bit down, eliciting a moan that turned into a pained gasp from her. He bit down hard, making sure his mark would be deep. He liked lovebites, but they disappeared after a time and were good for when you wanted your mark to show temporarily. But the scar from a true bite, now that was a different story. She could hide it but he'd know it was there. He'd know his permanent mark was on her, he'd be able to reach down her shirt and feel his mark at any time, and that excited him terribly.

“I want my mark to show, Slave.” He cleansed the blood off with a swipe of his wand, then spelled a small flask over to his waiting hand. The flask contained an orange colored substance.

He looked at her quietly, “Keep holding that tit in place. This is going to burn, don't move.” He poured the viscous liquid onto his bite mark, she saw blue smoke tendril upwards and heard a faint bubbling sound, then her eyes closed as she threw her head back with a sudden hiss of pain. “Don't move,” she heard his voice tell her warningly.

Finally, the pain subsided. She opened her teary eyes and looked at her breast. The orange liquid was gone, she guessed it had soaked into her skin. His bite mark was healed, but was now a row of tiny, barely raised scars arranged in an oblique circle. The skin all around it was normal in color, only the little scars, his teeth marks, were deep pink.

“My mark. I'll always know it's there. It's mine. A type of brand of ownership. You will receive another on your ass from your other Master. If we allow another to be your Master, you will receive their mark as well. Do you understand, Slave?”

She looked up at him with stunned disbelief. He had marked her! With his teeth? Permanently marked her. And she would get another one from Kreacher? Her eyes strayed to look at the elf, and he smiled broadly at her, flashing his teeth. She was both excited at the prospect of receiving Kreachers mark and disgusted. She wasn't so sure she was pleased with being scarred like this. Didn't they do this somewhere in Africa? Adorning themselves with scars? She had always been intrigued with the idea, had thought some of the patterns on their bodies beautiful in a way, but had never wanted them on her own body. She hoped this was all he planned to do to her. Yet, the more she looked at his pattern on her body, the more she appreciated it signifying his ownership of her. Why would she feel like that? She suddenly realized how the house elves felt, how being owned by someone was important. And yet, she couldn't fathom why she felt that way. Her mind was in turmoil.

She looked down at Masters mark and felt fluid seep from her, the sight of it exciting her for some unknown reason. She licked the mark slowly, feeling the barely perceptible ridges under her tongue.

“Yes, Master. I can't wait.”

“Since you are mine to do with whatever I want, what will you do if I tell you to suck me off in the library, Slave?”

Again, she hesitated. Now they were talking about future sex acts in other parts of the house. She wasn't so sure she wanted that.

“Do I need to punish you, Slave?” Again, he grabbed her hair and pulled. 'OW! What did he do that for?'

Punish? Vaguely, she saw images of her hanging from chains suspended from the ceiling with someone flogging her until she screamed float across her mind's eye. What on earth made her think of something like that? She had heard that some people enjoyed this sort of stuff, but she had never connected those acts with thoughts of her on the receiving end in the same sentence before. And why did she seem to get wetter between her legs when the images popped up?

“N-no, no, please don't punish me, Master. I'll try harder to be a good slave.” 'I'm not so sure about all this.'

“What will you do if I tell you to suck me off in the library, Slave?” He stroked his cock and momentarily shoved it in her face, then pulled back. He put his hands on his hips and stood there with his dick twitching in front of him.

“I'll get on my hands and knees and suck you off, Master.” 'I'm pretty sure that's what I'm supposed to do.'

He slowly lowered his hand down again, beginning to work his shaft, her eyes following. “Get on your knees, Slave. And, when will you stop sucking me off, Slave?”

“When, when you tell me to stop, Master.” She couldn't take her eyes off his penis as she watched him masturbate. She kept thinking worriedly, 'That can't possibly fit in me. Is he planning to put that into me? It won't fit in my mouth, let alone my vagina!'

“Good girl. We'll find out if you really are a good slave tomorrow. Remember that, Slave.”

“Yes, Master.” 'Tomorrow? He's going to do this to me tomorrow, too?'

“You enjoy this, don't you, Slave?” She watched as some pre-cum dripped from the end of this cock, her eyes following the thick liquid as it fell down to the floor, and she wondered what it was.

As he asked the last question, he tweaked her nipples; she had to stop sucking on them momentarily so he could do so. He rubbed his thumbs slowly over her firm nipples, looking steadily into her eyes, a smile on his face. She then commenced mouthing herself while he held her breasts to her face.

Popping a nipple out of her mouth she replied, “Yes, Master. I love this.”

“Do you belong to Kreacher, Slave?”

“Y-yes, Master.” She closed her eyes briefly as she replied, not sure why she was agreeing she was a slaves slave. In her dreams, he did own her, but in real life?

He slowly bent over and powerfully sucked one of her nipples into his mouth while she continued to do so with the other one. He then laved his way across her chest to the nipple she was working on, kissed her mouth away, and started sucking again. She busied herself with the nipple he had just abandoned.

She could feel his warm breath swirl around her nipple as he asked, “What do you call Kreacher, Slave?”

“Master Kreacher, sir.”

“That's a good slave. You may stop cleaning yourself.”

“Yes Master, thank-you Master.”

She leaned back on her hands so her tits were high in the air, her legs bent at the knee and her back arched tightly as she lifted her ass up off the ground; she put her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his mouth on her while moaning softly with each delicious tug on her nipples. When Master Kreacher joined in, she moaned even louder as their mouths busily worked her tits and their fingers snaked between her widely spread legs.

Sirius had felt odd at first, acting the bold, dominant male, but when she looked up at him with such frightened, yet excited, innocent eyes and he heard her sweet, breathy voice flow across him, he became more adventurous with his questions. He felt a new sense of power and he enjoyed making her submit to him, no matter how mild their first encounter was. He knew there would be further, more intense sessions in the future. He looked at his mark on her and was nearly overcome with a possessive need to take her as his body seemed to throb in anticipation; he closed his eyes and took in a deep, cleansing breath as he basked in his good fortune. His fantasy was really coming true.

Kreacher watched his Master tell that little Mudlood that he was now her Master, and he rejoiced. He was finally the Master of something far beneath him, and he was going to enjoy making her crawl and squirm to his every whim. Oh, yes, he was. He couldn't wait to brand her as his slave with his own bite, he was sure he was the only house elf in history to own his very own Mudblood sex slave and he couldn't wait to take her and show her who was boss.

Once their dominance was secured and she knew her rightful place with her new Masters, she discovered that they had no intention of leaving her for hours to come; they had many more surprises in store for her. Even though she truly was enjoying herself physically, Hermione continued her inner struggle over the wrongness of the situation. She couldn't believe she was willingly calling them Master! And she felt a wonderful sense of belonging when they identified her as their sex slave, their property. She had never before condoned the use of slaves, in any form, before this night. She was the founder of S.P.E.W., a club that fought slavery, and yet here she was, grateful because she was theirs. She wanted to separate herself from the situation and think it through. So far, the physical intenseness of the experience had overruled her logical mind, something that scared her because she had always felt the need to be in control and now they were rapidly stripping it all away from her.

Master Sirius came up from her breast, grabbed her hair and pulled her head up so he could kiss her mouth deeply, telling her she was a good slave between kisses; he then began kissing her neck, moving south to suck on each nipple, then moved his kisses down her body until he was rubbing his nose on her hairy mons, and he moved lower to finally lay his lips in a deep kiss on the hood of her clit, tonguing it and briefly sucking its beaded end into his mouth, producing a startled gasp of surprised pleasure from his slave. He saw she had thrown her head back again while her arms trembled to keep holding her up, he watched her tits heaving while Kreacher worked diligently on her nipples. He inspected her vaginal opening, telling her how much he relished the half-moon shape of her hymen, his virgin hymen. His virginal hymen with all her secretions glistening on it, because she was aroused by and for him. He told her he was amazed that it was still intact after their fingers had been jammed inside of her so many times. He then kissed and licked around his hymen for a while, both excited and sad to know that soon it would be gone forever.

He followed the ridge of his hymen with his tongue, going in a complete circle around the edge of her vaginal opening, smiling as she moaned in pleasure. He pulled her lips open so he could kiss the flat portion of his hymens half-moon section, then darted his tongue against his hymens edge, making it bend back and forth under the pressure of his tongue like wheat swaying in the wind. He rubbed his hymen between his fingers, feeling it's silky smooth texture as he gently pulled on it.

Hermione liked it while Master Sirius took his time admiring her hymen. His light, careful touches and licks in her privates were gratifying and pleasurable in a different way, when compared to the rough handling she had received there so far tonight. Hermione tried to relax, her body position making her unable to do so completely, as he explored her sex. She didn't want to lower herself down, fearing both her Masters would stop the wonderful things they were doing to her body. After a time, she somehow sensed a change in her Master's mood and grew worried, she lowered herself so she could look at Sirius thoughtfully.

“Master?”

He looked at her quietly, not sure in his new role as Master if he was supposed to punish her for speaking first. He thought about it, then decided she did not warrant punishment since he had never given her the order to only speak when spoken to. He would decide whether or not to give her that order at a later time.

“Yes.....Slave?”

“Um, am I doing something wrong?”

She suddenly remembered she had forgotten to address him correctly and fearfully added, “Master?”.

“No, no, you're fine, honey. Just lie back quietly and relax.”

“Yes, Master.” She lay down on her back and closed her eyes as she attempted to relax, her trembling legs bent up and open as wide as she could manage with Sirius busily working between them. She enjoyed feeling his touch as he quietly continued to lick, kiss, and suck her privates while Kreacher resumed tugging and sucking her nipples. She sighed, never wanting this to end.

He looked up at her briefly, quietly, almost sadly, after she lay down, suddenly not sure he wanted this Master business to continue. He had noticed the genuine fear in her voice, the catch in it when she realized she had forgotten to call him Master. Merlin, no matter how Kreacher annoyed him, he'd never think to wreak punishment upon him if he didn't call him Master. He didn't mind initiating the sexual relationship, but he didn't think he liked the reality of making anyone, especially someone as intelligent as Hermione, so degradingly submissive. Magazines be damned.

Kreacher sensed his Master's thinking, and planned to counter his Masters logic if he began to go soft on the slave, not when he finally had things going his way. He was HER Master and SHE belonged to HIM. And he wouldn't let her forget it.

A few moments later, Hermione heard Master Kreacher murmur something to her Master. She felt them shift on the bed, heard her Master mutter an incantation, then felt his fingers inserting something small, cool, and firm inside of her. She soon discovered that Master Sirius had more creative ways in which to use the cherries he had brought with him. She was shocked when she realized what he was doing, and she gave a surprised squeal while trying to squirm away, only to have Master Kreacher keep her in her place with his elfin magic. He pulled her legs up tightly to her chest, knees towards her shoulders so they had easy access to her breasts, and opened wide – the magic preventing her from squeezing them shut. Her wet cunt and ass were in the air, and her arms were once again locked above her head. She could feel Master Sirius' fingers as he pushed the cherries inside of her, her vagina stretching as he forced more and more cherries into her. She briefly worried if this could be the cause of an infection, then wondered why he was doing this, putting cherries inside of where his penis should go. She looked down and saw him lower his face to her, felt his lips envelop her vaginal entrance as his tongue laved her briefly, then his lips puckered and began enthusiastically sucking at her opening. She took in a startled breath then whispered, “Sirius?”, completely forgetting to address him otherwise. She could actually feel a cherry being vacuumed out of her, then heard the noises as he wetly sucked it into his mouth. He brought his face up, wet with her juices, and smiled at her while chewing his prize. He came up and bent over her, kissing her and forcing some of the cum-covered cherry into her mouth, insisting she swallow it. He then pulled a few cherries out, each dripping with her juices, and demanded she eat them – he insisted she let him feed them to her like he had trained her in the kitchen during the Cherry Bowl Day. And she readily complied, her mouth popping open when he held one above her.

He started nuzzling her neck, pushing her sweaty hair away from her face with his fingers and began whispering to her, telling her she was a good girl, asking her if she was enjoying herself, if she liked being his slave. She shuddered and closed her eyes, raising and turning her head slightly so he had easier access to her neck, and whispered back in reply, her voice barely audible, that she was indeed enjoying herself and loved being his slave.

Master Sirius came up sharply at her words and held her face tenderly in his hands, looking hard into her eyes, trying to see if she were telling him the truth. He saw no fear on her face, nor in her eyes. Instead he saw her cheeks were bright pink from arousal, her breathing deep, her lips parted slightly, her eyes looking up at him questioningly. He suddenly smiled and nipped at her lips, then kissed back down to her overstuffed vagina with its cherry filling. He eagerly sucked those cherries out, one by one, at times moving away to lick her swollen nub with the flat of his tongue, other times circling it maddeningly with its tip. He licked, kissed, and nibbled the inside of her thighs as she tried to fight her invisible bonds and squeeze them together while sighing in desperate pleasure. He spent time fingering and licking her anus as well (which, she realized, he had very easy access to while she was in the position Master Kreacher locked her into) and was surprised how something she considered so disgusting could feel so good. He even slid his thumb inside her anus causing her to gasp in unforeseen pleasure. His mouth was so busy, going from one sensuous hole to the other, that all she could do was writhe in ecstasy, crying for him to keep going, telling him he was the best Master in the whole world, begging him not to stop. All the while, her Master Kreacher was licking, kissing, nipping, and sucking her body. His mouth seemed to be everywhere. The sensations of the two of them working together were overpowering and she felt that she had to be the luckiest sex slave ever. Then they switched places and Master Kreacher had his turn digging cherries out of her with his tongue while she and Master Sirius kissed passionately, his hands on her breasts, tugging her nipples deliciously, with her sighing contentedly into his mouth.

Then, at long last, Master Sirius pulled himself on top of her, making her look into his eyes whilst lowering himself between her legs, finally sinking his dick inside of her, filling her slowly in a single, efficacious plunge as he growled loudly, “you are mine.” She shuddered, feeling his power as he entered her. Being virginal, she knew there would be pain, but she was unprepared for its intensity, despite how wet and swollen she was with desire, her body begging for him to enter her. In her locked position, with her thighs pushed up against her chest and her arms above her head, she had no control and couldn't move away from him, she could only try to make herself relax and accept him into her. Master Sirius began slowly pumping into her, his momentum quickening sharply as he began to lose control, his face with a look resembling pain while he pushed in and out of her at a furious pace, struggling to hold himself up with trembling arms on either side of her shoulders. He groaned and growled with his pleasure, unable to slow down, unable to stop, now that he was finally deeply plundering his prized possession. He insisted she keep her eyes open and watch him as he claimed her. It took him several minutes to finally cum, all the while she was whimpering and crying in pain as he stretched her and made her his. She could actually feel something warm squirting inside of her as his bucking movements became erratic, pushing into her harder with each spurt. Master Sirius then collapsed onto her, whispering how good she felt and peppering her with kisses as he apologized for causing her pain, wiping her tears away tenderly with his hands. Gradually, their respirations slowed down to normal, their heartbeats no longer tachycardic from their arduous joining, and their sweaty bodies cooling as they relaxed into each other. Hermione felt a strange movement where they were one, then realized it was her Masters penis starting to slip slowly out of her, picking up speed until it flopped, flaccid, against her perineum. She felt their combined juices slowly drip out of her and ooze down towards her ass, almost itching as it did so; she squeezed her buttocks together in an effort to make the uncomfortable sensation go away.

Sirius chuckled when he felt her squeezing herself and knew why she was doing so, he brought his hands down to intercept the thick liquid and massaged it into her thighs and bottom, then gave her ass a little slap of appreciation. He began to gently nuzzle and nibble her neck for a few moments, planting kisses here and there in a lazy manner, pausing as he chose a spot near the hollowed area just above her collar bone and began to suck insistently. After a few seconds he pulled back a bit to admire his mark. He decided he had chosen a good spot to put it, she would be able to hide it from the others easily, but they would both know his mark of this session was upon her.

“Master, Master, it's my turn!”

Sirius suddenly realized Kreacher was irritated that he was being made to wait so long to take his turn at the girl. He understood, he really did, but he suddenly felt possessive of her and didn't want to share her anymore. He warred with himself over the dilemma, his logic finally winning over. He had promised to share her completely with the elf, and without him, Sirius would still be dry humping his bed. And, he really did want to see her get fucked by a house elf, something humans never got to see.

Hermione's eyes flew open as she realized what was transpiring. Oh Merlin!, it was Master Kreacher's turn. Master Sirius slid off of her and lay by her side as her other Master climbed on top of her and shoved himself into her without ceremony. When she realized who it was inside her she tried to fight, wanting to force him out of her, and she nearly broke free of his magic, necessitating Master Sirius grabbing her and holding her down, telling her to be a good slave and be still. Master Sirius making love to her was one thing but Master Kreacher? She had no idea they had sex with humans! She should have anticipated this, didn't know why she didn't, not knowing why it upset her so much, but it did. It was one thing for him to lick and suck her body, it was quite another to have him fucking her and filling her with his seed. It took a few moments before she calmed down, Master Sirius nuzzling her neck, no longer talking of punishment but talking softly to her, telling her how much he loved his new sex slave, how wonderful she was. Once she had begun to show interest in the sucking kisses he was giving her neck, Master leaned over her, his hands on her breasts, and began to kiss her mouth as Master Kreacher continued to pump himself into her roughly, his thumb circling her nub inexpertly though enough to keep her body's interest in his dick as it battered into her. Finally, Master Kreacher was spent and pulled out of her while Master continued to knead her and kiss her; their kiss deepening and becoming more feral as Master Sirius climbed on top of her again.

She thought about the fact that Master Kreacher had just had sexual relations with her. Was it so bad? He seemed to be built like a human, and he hurt less than Master did. She still worried over a possible elfin pregnancy, but thought it could be dealt with if necessary. She wondered if Master had considered the fact she was not protected from an unwanted pregnancy, and thought surely he had. She decided that having Master Kreacher had been as pleasurable as having Master within her. Hermione vaguely wondered why she wasn't feeling any shame over this decision, then figured that perhaps tomorrow would be a different story.

She had thought that once a man ejaculated, the sex was over. Her inexperience once again reared its ugly head when she was both dismayed and excited as Master Sirius climbed back on top of her while they kissed, ready for another round of madly plunging into her tender flesh. And she willingly opened her legs wider to allow him access. To allow them both access.

Once they had spent themselves inside of her – Master Sirius twice more, Master Kreacher twice that number – all three of them rested. By this time, it was still dark out but now early into the morning. Master Sirius wouldn't let her leave the room to use the loo, instead he made her pee in a bucket while he had his fingers at her opening, rubbing it sensuously as the warm, yellow fluid ran between his fingers and over his hand. Hermione never, ever thought urinating would be such an erotic act, but having a man's hand busily rubbing her there quickly made her change her mind and admit she was turned on by the act. She even gasped out, “oh Master!” when the stream first started into his hand. When she was done, Master had her drink several glasses of water, stating he wanted a repeat performance before he went back to his room. She then held his penis while he urinated into the bucket, the tiny vibration of his member as he released the fluid intriguing her. She didn't touch the urine, just contented herself with watching in fascination. She even watched as Master Kreacher urinated, her hand holding his penis as his jet came out with more force. Once done relieving themselves, they all lounged on her bed, making themselves comfortable. Hermione had yawned at one point, and Master Sirius jokingly warned her to be careful where she opened her mouth so wide lest she find someone's anatomy stuffed inside. She giggled at that and snuggled up to him, closing her eyes, feeling exhausted, and wanting to sleep.

Then, a short time later, Master Sirius roused her and had Kreacher bind her so her legs were once again up against her chest, her ass in the air, her arms above her head, leaving her completely powerless to move. He told Master Kreacher to double his spell on her stating he didn't want his slave escaping her bonds like she did earlier.

Then, her Master lay on top of her, playing with her nipples for a moment while they kissed, her heart racing in anticipation of his next act on her person. She could feel his hardness lightly hitting her swollen clit, her mons, and her belly as it bobbed between them while the front of his thighs pushed and slid against the back of hers. He then told her to be a good little whore and enjoy them plundering her other holes. She didn't know what he meant at the time and gave him a quizzical look. He smiled at her as he dipped himself into her pussy and moved it out and down to her anus. Suddenly, she understood. She began to cry for him to stop, begging him not to use her there, but he just told her she would enjoy it once he had her well used. He slowly pumped himself in a fraction of an inch at a time, for this he was considerate and tried hard to keep from causing her injury, knowing he would forever ruin the experience for her if he weren't careful. She may have been his slave, but he still wanted her to perform for him willingly.

While he was busy deflowering her back passage, Master Kreacher sat on her chest and bluntly told her she better not use her teeth, while forcing himself into her mouth. He was the aggressor in this instance and did not give her a chance to accustom herself to his entry. She was horrified and gagged throatily, trying to twist her head away. Master Kreacher dug his hands into her hair and pulled, forcing her face towards him and hissing at her to suck him and suck him hard. And she did. He then told her to use her tongue while sucking. And she did. She pulled a face; she did not like having his member in her mouth. She could feel the bitter juices dripping down and pooling in the back of her throat, forcing her to make loud sucking noises as she struggled not to gag. She was working her tongue along his shaft like he ordered her to and knew she was doing it right, hearing him moan while she worked him to completion. When he came, he gave no warning and she was surprised by the force of it. She had a hard time swallowing everything down. He then made her lick him clean.

While she performed fellatio on Master Kreacher, Master Sirius was pumping into her ass, grunting with nearly every stroke. Her ass had finally been stretched to accommodate him because he had been careful to enter her slowly until his head popped past her sphincter and then pumped his length into her, an inch at a time. He had scooped more of her juices from her sopping cunt and rubbed them on his shaft as he slid into her. Once completely inside her he had hesitated, relishing the feel of her ass, and giving her anal opening a chance to adjust to its new use. At the same time, while her mouth was working Master Kreacher, she was very conscious of Master Sirius as he slowly worked himself inside her. She found that, if she pushed against him as if trying to have a bowel movement, it felt better and he slid in with less discomfort. She was acutely aware of when he finally began to pump into her, slowly at first and then picking up speed, moaning and groaning and crying out his pleasure of her body. He rubbed her nub with his thumb in little circles at the same time. Once again, she felt overwhelmed with the sensations her body was being subjected to, and came almost painfully.

As Sirius worked his dick into her ass, he watched the back of Kreachers body as he fucked her mouth. He could tell when Kreacher came, as his pummeling became irregular and his ass cheeks tightened. After a minute Kreacher climbed off the girls face. Now there was nothing to distract them from each other, and he could feel himself harden more as she watched him with her deceptively innocent-looking eyes. His own pumping began to quicken into her chute, and he was struggling to keep circling her clit with the thumb of his right hand while squeezing her tit and rolling her nipple in his fingers with his left, determined to have her thoroughly enjoy this experience. He looked up as she began to moan and gasp frantically, suddenly she began to beg like when she was in the library, her voice a low hiss.

“Yesssss, yessss, don't stop! Pleeeeeeeeease! Oh God oh God oh God! Ahhhhhhhhh!”

Her voice was a muffled, high-pitched squeal as she cried the last of it out, her head thrown back, her panting loud and frantic, tears in her eyes. He looked down and saw a large amount of clear fluid flowing from her vaginal opening and realized she had just experienced her first ejaculation. He slowed and lightened his hand on her nub, but didn't stop so he could prolong her pleasure. Seeing her cum so forcefully, his excitement grew and he rocked into her ass faster and harder, finally squirting his cum deep into her rectum with a strangled yell of his own. Once again, he collapsed on top of her, both of them covered in sweat and panting. He brought his hands to her breasts and lazily stroked her nipples, then spread his thighs against hers and brought his hands down on top of her legs, his head lolling on her chest. He could feel small, individual muscles in her thighs twitching and wondered what that was from. He smiled as he felt his dick slowly slide out of her ass, then plop down between them. He was thrilled with her so far, he couldn't believe he had finally made her his very own little sex kitten, and that she had been so accommodating with everything they were doing to her. Unconsciously, he rubbed her legs for a few moments as he felt the twitching continue. He needed to rest a while, knowing he had to perform one more time and feeling spent. He wasn't young anymore and this was taking a lot out of him. He was determined to follow through with all of the plans he had come to her with. And for that, he needed rest.

An hour later, after Master kissed her while he climbed off of her, Master Kreacher released her from the invisible binds. She was indescribably relieved. She stretched her limbs cautiously, slowly, and smiled at them both, wondering what was next. Her anus had a pleasant burning, tingling, itching sensation with a slight throb. She felt it going in and out of little spasms which seemed to accentuate the strange sensations, and indeed, seemed to increase the pleasure she was experiencing from them. Each spasm would cause her to arch her back, making her ass rear back at intervals. She found that Master was right, she did enjoy his fucking her asshole. Her vagina was a different story, it's burning wasn't so pleasurable and she wondered if she were bruised or even torn in there. Master looked and said she was whole, just stretched. He said the uncomfortable burning she felt was because this had been her first time and she had to stretch so much to accommodate him. The area she felt at her entrance that was of particular concern to her was where her hymen had been torn. Her throat was a little scratchy too. All in all, she felt well used and really wanted to sleep. Master wouldn't let her roll over in order to rest. He said she had to do a few more things before they would go back to their rooms and let her sleep.

He ordered her to get on her hands and knees on the bed, and had her come forward so that he could stand in front of her. He took his erect penis and placed its tip on her nose and told her quietly, “Remember, baby, you are mine.” He then traced her face with its tip, leaving a slight shimmering trail of his pre-ejaculate. Master Kreacher stood expectantly behind her. Hermione had a feeling she knew what was going to happen and wasn't surprised when they both entered her at the same time. Master Kreacher chose her anus and, not being gentle, caused her to give a little yelp around the penis contained in her mouth. She heard Master tell Master to “be a little less rough with her newly fucked hole”, and she was pleased he was protecting her. Pleasuring Master orally was far less unpleasant than it was when she did Master Kreacher. Maybe it was because she wasn't completely powerless this time; he wasn't sitting on her neck with her arms immobilized. He also seemed to be trying to be careful with her. She worked hard to keep from gagging as she sucked Master in, flattening her tongue around the bottom of his penis, trying to widen her throat so she could accept and hug him there. She found that if she had her head tilted backwards a little, his penis didn't dig into the back of her throat but rather slid down into it. He used one hand to softly pull her hair away from her face so he could watch her lips around his cock, and used the other one to gently push her head forward and guide himself into her as far as she could take him. He whispered words of encouragement, giving her instruction, helping her learn this new art. She found attempting to swallow as he slid into the back of her throat caused him to make a little grunt of pleasure. He began to quicken his pace, his growls and grunts becoming louder, panting for her to take him in deeper and suck him dry, finally warning her he was about to cum. His cum, she found, tasted different than Master Kreacher's, a little more salty, and there wasn't nearly as much for her to devour. She gulped noisily as Master Sirius placed his hands lightly around her neck so as to feel her muscles working as she swallowed his cum. Both of her Masters came at the same time, Master Kreacher able to time himself to Master Sirius, and both pulled out of her simultaneously making her feel strangely empty.

Master decided it was time for Master Kreacher to brand her with his bite mark. She stiffened as she felt him licking her ass, nipping at her in places, as he slowly decided where to put it. Finally, he bit her on her left lower buttock, near her thigh, as she gave out a sharp yelp of pain. She felt blood drip lazily down her thigh as she whimpered with the pain, tears running down her face. She was surprised by how much his bite hurt compared to Masters. Master used his wand to clean the wound of blood as he had done before, then poured the orange liquid on it; she felt intense pain on top of pain and screamed as Master held her up by her hips and Master Kreacher held her knees as he sat on her ankles, not allowing her to lay flat. Then, thankfully, the pain went away. Sniffling, she reached back and felt Master Kreacher's mark; she could tell it was rather larger than Master's and was glad it was there and not on her other breast.

Master kissed her tears away, then went to her backside, leaned down and kissed the middle of the scar, asking her if she felt better now. “Yes, Master. The pain's all gone. Thank-you, sir,” she said between sniffles. She hoped she'd never have to have another one again, but remembered Masters words about her having to receive the mark of any new Master they allowed her to have.

Master rubbed her bottom for a few moments, then pulled her upright onto her knees, turned her around and softly kissed his mark while holding Master Kreachers with his right hand, then pulled her body against him. He looked at her quietly. “Baby, I want you to keep our marks hidden. No-one is to see them. No-one.”

“Yes, Master. I mean, no, Master, I won't let anyone see them. I promise.” She thought he was nuts to think she'd show those off to anyone!

He smiled, then kissed her as he kneaded her ass, pulling her ass cheeks apart while Master Kreacher came up behind her and began sucking on her anus. She moaned into Masters mouth, then felt the tell-tale sign she needed to urinate.

Master Sirius made her ask for permission, then allowed her to empty her bladder of all those glasses of water he made her drink earlier. Only he didn't have her pee in the bucket this time. He had her urinate on him instead. She definitely did not understand how he could possibly like her doing that to him, but she did his bidding without hesitation. He had her squat with her feet on either side of his abdomen and pee. He brought his warm hands up to her ass and began to massage her cheeks, then brought his hands forward and placed his thumb over her urethra while the other thumb went over her nub, he used his thumbs to rub her in little counter-circles while the urine came out, making the stream go off in different directions. The pale yellow stream initially hit him forcefully on the front of his neck, then went wherever his fingers made it go – his chest, his abdomen, his arms, a little even arced over onto his face. Though it felt unusually good to have his fingers massaging those two areas, she found it hard to appreciate their ministrations because she feared he would make her take urine on her face, she had tears in her eyes when she was finished. He pulled her down so she was sitting on his pelvis, then rubbed the urine on his chest a bit, even licking some off his finger before getting up, pulling Hermione into a standing position next to him. He promptly stepped behind her, pulled her back against his wet chest and brought his hands up to cup her breasts, tweaking her nipples. He saw the confused, distressed look on her face as she looked up at him, then quietly explained to her that he wouldn't subject her to a Golden Shower on her face if she didn't wish for him to, but that she was going to experience it with him. Golden Shower? That sounded like something pleasant, but here it was a name for an act about people peeing on one another. She tried to voice her displeasure at this but found her body overruling her mind again, her buttocks raising up and pushing against him, making the small of her back arc slightly.

Master Sirius had her lie on her back with her legs open as wide as she could manage. He had her reach around her legs and pull her labial folds open on either side of her clitoral hood with her fingers; her body going into a little ball as she did so. She could feel the cool air in the room on her exposed privates and it felt strange. He then loomed over her, the sides of his legs touching her ankles, his feet under her knees. She saw he took aim and urinated onto the top of her privates, the very warm fluid giving a pleasing, pulsing sensation as it hit her clit (his aim was true) while splashing onto her pelvic area and her thighs, his shins, then running down her ass and puddling underneath her. He saw the curious look on her face, knowing she had liked how it felt, and smiled down at her. She gave a tentative smile back, still not sure if having someone urinate on her, no matter how nice it felt, was something she would truly enjoy, mainly due to the indignity of the act and how dirty she felt physically. The fluid cooled and she began to feel chilled.

She went to get up only to have Master Kreacher stop her, he made her get on her hands and knees with her chest down on the floor, her hands reaching back and pulling her ass cheeks apart so he could piss on her anus. His aim was also true, his jet of urine a little more forceful though his stream didn't last as long owing to his smaller bladder. Her anus puckered into a little spasm when the urine hit it and she moaned as she squeezed it harder on purpose so she could increase the pleasurable throb. She could not believe she was lying on the floor allowing herself to be peed on! Her emotions warred with her body: It is so degrading! But it feels good. It is such a humiliating act! But it feels good. It's so demeaning! But it feels good.

Master Sirius bent over, took her hand, and pulled her up. She just stood there quietly, feeling exhaustion wash over her. They had been up most of the night; she could see a hint of the light of dawn on the puffy clouds in the sky when she looked out her window. Her body had certainly been used and abused tonight. Her mind was too tired to bother with anything more than wanting to sleep, both due to being fatigued and as a defense to keep from thinking about what it didn't want to dwell upon. She had a lot to think about in regards to the events of the night.

Finally, both her Masters kissed her goodnight. Master Kreacher wouldn't deign to kiss her on her mouth, and she realized that in all this time he had never come closer to her face than her ear, instead he gave her a nip and a peck on her ass where his mark was. Master Sirius grabbed her nipples with both hands and used them to pull her to him, then lowered his face down to hers and sucked her tongue into his mouth where she was surprised to find he had a cherry hidden inside. They warred over the cherry with their tongues for several moments, both sighing and moaning into each others mouth. Master finally slid the cherry onto her tongue, and she chewed it a few times before he brought his lips back down to hers. Again, their tongues danced as the cherry slivers waltzed between them, both vying for each piece possessively. Finally, they pulled away from each other, both with a smile on their lips as they slowly chewed their cherry fragments, savoring its flavor. And its meaning.

Hermione pulled away from her Master and looked down. She wasn't sure why, but she felt embarrassment abruptly wash over her. The whole night had gone by quickly with so many feelings and urges and surprising events taking place; starting off as a frightening blur, then becoming so much more than her dreams could have ever provided her. She wasn't sure how she felt about this night, her night of shameful passion with two Masters. She had done things a respectable girl would never consider doing. She had always thought herself a good girl and, yet, she had acted like a slut the whole night doing things she never dreamed existed and knew would be considered dirty.

Sirius sensed her ambiguous feelings and grabbed her upper arms when she stepped back with her head down, he had seen a look come over her face and felt a pang of worry. Cupping his hand under her chin and pulling her face up so he could look in her eyes, he spoke urgently, his voice a hoarse whisper. “No, no, don't pull away, Kitten! You did nothing to be ashamed of, baby. I loved tonight,everything about it. Hermione? Baby, it's okay what we did. It was more than I could have dreamed of, you fulfilled my fantasies, baby.”

She looked up at him briefly before lowering her eyes, saying hesitantly, very quietly, “You don't think I'm dirty?”

“No. No, you aren't dirty! I don't know why people have to beat into womens heads that to be sexually free is bad. It's not, Kitten, it's not! It's like an aphrodisiac for men. We love it, darling, we really do. You have no idea how many men would love a girl like you for their own. Merlin, baby, and you're mine! I'll never forget tonight. I want tonight to be every night. You have no idea, baby, no idea at all.”

Sirius hoped she understood how sincere he was. He desperately wanted her to be happy with herself, as happy as she had made him this night. She was his, and he was deliriously proud of it. He felt anger creep into , not directed at her, but at the damned idiots who preach sex is naughty while they, themselves, rut everything in sight. He hated how this teaching ruined a girl, and it was now apparent his Kitten had been subjected to this teaching. How she was in bed with him had no bearing on how respectable she was in general.

“I loved tonight with you. You're beautiful, extremely intelligent, and insanely sexy. And you're MY sex kitten. Mine. I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone else, baby. How you are in bed with me concerns no one else but us. I think no less of you, do you understand?”

“Yes, thank you, Sirius.” Her hands had risen to lay on his chest, her eyes still downcast.

He tapped her on the nose. “What do you call me, Kitten?”

“Um, Master?”

“That's right, baby. Come here.” He pulled her up to him, gave her a hug, and tickled her. Hermione giggled and shyly hugged him back as he gave her a little smack on the bottom.

With disgust over his Masters whispered conversation with their slave, Kreacher performed a powerful cleaning charm on the room and on themselves, clearing away any evidence of their passionate night together. The urine stain on her carpet disappeared and her sheets were suddenly clean. They all felt a slight movement of air and a tingling wash over their bodies as the charm cleansed them.

Master asked her where her red knickers were from The Cherry Bowl Day, the ones he had ripped when trying to get at her properly. She smiled shyly, then pulled them out of a drawer, safely hidden under her other knickers, and handed them over to him. He inspected them, then sniffed at them and smiled. He looked at her quietly and said, “I'm taking these as a souvenir of our first time together.” He leaned down and kissed her, “And, what will you give me for tonights performance, my dear?” He was rewarded with the matching bra to her ripped knickers.

Then, they left her, and she was suddenly alone as the door clicked shut behind them. She took in a deep breath, smiling as she caught their scents still lingering in the air. At least the charm didn't clean the air itself.

He didn't think she was dirty, or shameful of her actions. Her mind fought an inner battle. He wants me to act like this. But good girls weren't supposed to act like that. But he wants me to, he liked it. But respectable girls don't act like whores. But he liked it, he said so. But men don't marry girls like that.

She shook her head, unable to get her feelings and thoughts straight on the matter. Her eyelids were heavy and she yawned widely.

Hermione's mind was numb, she felt oddly detached from her body. Her night had begun in fear and trepidation, which somehow crossed over into hours of exhausting ecstasy. She again recognized the fact that she needed to think about what had transpired, but was too tired to do more than crawl under the sheets and quickly fall into a dreamless sleep that only fatigue could bring on.

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Authors notes, you may freely skip this...

Just wanted to comment that I get so annoyed with fanfics that talk about a womans hymen being up inside of her vagina with the man rooting about inside of her and “feeling her barrier”, this is nonsense. Yes, I know, this is fanfic and therefore not for real, but still.... The hymen is not buried deep inside the vagina, it is literally at the vaginal opening (and occasionally up to 1/2” inside the vaginal opening but definitely not 1/2 a finger length or anything like that)). A man cannot enter a virgin, even a little bit, without “popping her cherry”. I also read that most virgins have a half-moon shaped hymen. There are several different types of hymens. Just a little FYI there.

I wanted to write something accurate about viewing a hymen that was still erotic. Why wouldn't it be exciting for a man to look at a virgins hymen? If I were a man I'd be incredibly excited at the thought, excited and curious. As was the case for Sirius, with a touch of sadness. You can only “pop the cherry” once and then it's gone forever. Anyway, you'd think this would be incorporated into more fanfics.

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And, we all know that a hymen may be ruptured by something as simple as riding a bike, right? Or a tampon. So, if a woman doesn't have her hymen intact, it doesn't mean she isn't a virgin. And not every womans torn hymen will cause her to bleed noticeably. Another myth to dispel.
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I made sure I mentioned Hermione inserted a small carrot into her so I could imply it wasn't big enough to tear her hymen.
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I did not have Sirius looking at his blood covered penis after he took Hermione's virginity. I don't know why people would think that that was exciting other than to punctuate the fact that she just lost her virginity. To me, blood means injury or menstruation, and neither is exactly the most exciting thing on the sexual menu though I recognize that some people do think that way.
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Another annoyance is how many fanfics mention the woman having pain when she is first entered and then her pain magically goes away. It does not. It hurts for a while, for days afterwards even. I find it a disservice that most women write fanfics and then perpetuate these myths. Here's our chance, girls, to educate the masses. The tissues are stretched a great deal and women may experience bruising when losing their virginity depending upon how gentle the man was when he entered her. Bruises don't heal in ten minutes. And bruises are tender for a few days (unless, of course, you have healing paste!).

I have Hermione thinking about and worrying about the state of her painful vagina. Her pain did not magically disappear.
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Let's talk lubrication. Generally, if a woman isn't excited enough, she isn't wet enough. For her first time she is frightened, we all grow up hearing about how much the first time hurts which makes it hard to think of anything other than the pain that we are about to experience. Guys, be patient and considerate and work to make it so she's wet. Bring something along to help if needed (ahem, lubricant).

Hermione is in a highly aroused state during intercourse so she does not experience issues with dryness. I think that her circumstances were highly unusual enough that she didn't have time to worry about the pain, and once the time came, she remained wet and didn't have a chance to dwell on it and dry up.

But, even though she is sufficiently wet, she does experience pain because Sirius did not enter her slowly. It would have been far more enjoyable for her had he done so but he was too impatient. He didn't rip her vagina, nor cause her any permanent harm. He entered her slowly “in one efficacious plunge” but not slowly enough. But, after all he's done for her so far in regards to having orgasms, I wouldn't hold it against him too much. And, he did show concern by checking to make she wasn't injured when she expressed worry over her discomfort.
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When a woman is aroused sufficiently, her vagina lengthens to accommodate a mans length. If not, he batters her cervix each time he shoves himself deep within her, and she winds up actually experiencing abdominal pain, even cramping. And this is true for an experienced woman as well. Sex can be painful in the lower abdomen, the cervix and the other organs up inside there aren't supposed to be hit and jarred.

Hermione did not experience any abdominal pain during this sexual experience due to being highly aroused.
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Unfortunately, woman usually have an ignorant boar their first time (or maybe every time) and sex winds up being an unpleasant experience.
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And, yes, I go on and on about being factual over the hymen contained within a story about a house elf that has sex with a human. Okay, you got me on that one!
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Yes, women can ejaculate. It's a known fact. No, women do not have sperm in their ejaculate. Google 'female ejaculation' to find out more information. Guys, work to make your woman ejaculate.
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I'm using the subliminal messaging and mind control stuff as a way to get Hermione to respond in a way she normally would not. Had it not been for Kreacher and his nighttime teachings, she would not have acquiesced to them so readily, and definitely would not have participated willingly at any point. Don't know if that would actually work but it was what I thought of to get this story moving along without having to curse her or drug her. Or force her nastily. The use of these nighttime teachings are important in this story.

And, I show a point where she could have ended it all when he asks her if she is enjoying herself. Did you notice that? Darn Kreacher and that subliminal teaching!
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Another thing. Biting each other isn't recommended. The human mouth is very dirty and bite marks get infected readily. Good thing Sirius had that viscous, orange liquid around, huh? It cleansed the wound, healed it, and made her body form scars instead of healing it invisibly. Don't know if I'm going to do more with this scar thing or not, I just wanted some type of physical mark on her to show she's theirs, sort of like how Voldemort marked his Death Eaters (had thought about doing a tatoo on her but, nah).
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You will see in the next chapter a little of how Hermione deals with the emotional impact of what happened in this chapter. Kreachers subliminal teaching did much to facilitate her automatic physical responses. When your body is excited enough it can override your higher mental faculties (your id gets what it wants). Don't tell me it can't, if you do then you've never experienced.... Oh, never mind. But once she isn't “in the thick of it” and being constantly manipulated (in one way or another) she will have to deal with her morals and her emotions.
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Um, but there will be some more smut coming her way in the next chapter, so don't think it'll all be boring emotional upheaval.

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