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Category:
Harry Potter AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
80,665
Reviews:
221
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Harry Potter world created by JK Rowling, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story and never will.
The Ruined Cherry
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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 6,969
Chapter 5 Edit Date: 11/26/2008
Clean-up editing: 04/22/2009
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Chapter 5 – The Ruined Cherry
Previously:
When the Mudblood tart finally cried herself to sleep, Kreacher continued his lessons with her, hiding when people came to visit, coming out cautiously when they left, preparing her for tonight. Oh, yes, he did.
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Hermione felt something moving on her belly. She went to push the thing away, and it slowly migrated down until it was between her legs and brushing against the hair in her privates. She suddenly realized that a finger was rubbing her 'down there' and rose abruptly, squealing as she did so while pushing away from the hand. She still wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not, and felt oddly disoriented. The room was dark, dimly lit by a candle burning on her nightstand and she vaguely wondered where the candle had come from when a hand was suddenly clamped over her mouth as she was spun around, her face pushed down onto the bed. She felt a man lie on top of her, successfully pinning her down, his left hand snaking around her as it reached up to cup her tender breast. Tears formed in her eyes when the man's arousal became alarmingly apparent on her backside. Next to her ear she heard a hissing whisper.
“Shhhhh! My little sex kitten! Shhhhhh! It's your Master. I've come to give you a full night of ecstasy. Be quiet now, my little baby whore.”
'Oh. My. God. He's back!' She had hoped that last night was a one night occurrence, that perhaps he realized she really didn't want this and would leave her alone. But, no, he was back. He was planning on doing things to her again! Where was Master Kreacher? 'I will not call them Master!' Was Master Sirius alone? Or were they both going to have their way with her, share her? She felt a sudden tightening in her loins and her backside forcefully reared back automatically, pushing hard against his erection. She heard him moan as his hands tightened around her. He began to rub his erection against her bottom.
'I can't believe I did that! My body did that, why is it doing that? I refuse to respond! Slow down, heart! Slow down! Breathe slowly. I cannot believe I'm having that tingling down there! I don't want this! I do not want this! Why, oh why, didn't I tell Mrs. Weasley about this! Why?'
She tried furiously to push him off of her, squealing as she did so. She brought her hands up and tried to pull his hand away from her mouth while also attempting to twist around, hoping to perhaps knee him in the groin. She began clawing at him and heard a hissed intake of air.
“Do NOT do that, Kitten. I don't want to have to punish you. Calm DOWN!”
He tightened his arms around her, using his hand over her mouth to pull her head back at a sharp angle, making it difficult to breathe. After a few seconds she stopped fighting him, her need for air becoming greater than her need to fight. Once she had stopped moving completely he lowered her head and relaxed on top of her. He could feel her tears as they coursed down her cheeks onto his hand.
“That's it, baby. Calm down. I won't hurt you unless I have to. We're just going to have some fun, that's all.”
'Oh please, oh please, oh please! Not this again! Please!' Her mind was screaming its protests. She ached so much she didn't know if she could deal with this again. The thought of him touching her tender body caused tremors to course through her. What else were they going to do to her tonight? Would they keep her up all night again? Would they do the same things to her or was tonight going to be different? She still had to deal with the emotional impact from last night and now they were back for more. All she wanted to do was sleep. Hide somewhere and sleep.
She felt his hand leave her breast, come around and slide under her knickers, travel along her left buttock, and finally stop at her vaginal opening. She felt him insert a few fingers, with another finger sliding painfully over her core. She felt her legs opening automatically so he had easier access. Again, her back arched, raising her buttocks towards him.
“That's it, my little baby whore. Yes, I can tell you like it. I can feel how wet you are. That's it, open those legs some more. You're doing fine, baby. Now, I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth, no screaming, please. Won't matter anyway, we put a silencing spell on your room. I just don't want to hear my little sex slave screaming, I want her moaning. That's it baby, roll over so I can have at you. Take off that sexy nightie, too.”
Sirius cautiously removed his hand from her mouth and kissed her ear as he lifted off of her, then stood next to her bed, watching. Obediently, Hermione rolled over onto her back, sat up and removed her babydoll outfit, then lay back down with her arms over her head as she had been forced to do the night before. Sirius growled as he realized he now had free reign over her body. He hooked his thumbs around each side of her lace knickers, then slid them down her legs, giving them a sniff before tossing them onto the floor; she heard him give another growl in appreciation. She watched as he leaned over her, then felt his right hand cupping her left breast as his mouth clamped down upon her right nipple and began to suck her into him hard; slowly, he began to climb on top of her but stopped when she threw her head back and gave out a loud gasp, her arms coming down in a flash and pushing frantically on his head as she attempted to roll away, squealing in surprised pain.
“Oh Sirius! Master! Please don't! Please don't, it hurts!” Her voice was between a cry and a pained groan.
Suddenly, Master Kreacher's voice spoke up. “Master, I told you the Mudblood would need to be punished. She needs to learn, yes, she does. The filthy Mudblood needs to learn who her Masters are.”
“No! No! Don't punish me, please! I just hurt from last night, Master! It was my first night! I haven't had time to heal is all! Please don't punish me! Don't hurt me, pleeeeeeeeease!”
She was terrified now. By the time she finished the last sentence she was crying openly, her whole body shaking in fear. If one night of sex with them had her begging like an idiot; she hated to think of what she'd be like if captured by Death Eaters, she was sure there wouldn't be just two Death Eaters at her if she were captured. She wondered how they would punish her. She had visions of whips in her mind now, strong visions. Were they planning to whip her? That seemed to be the worst thing they could do to her that she could think of. How did they plan to punish her? She was so frightened she was having difficulty thinking. She should be trying to figure out how to get out of here and instead her mind felt like it was made of mushy cottage cheese.
“Master, she needs to be punished! She is showing total lack of respect! A good sex slave....”
“Quiet Kreacher.” Masters voice was barely above a whisper but it silenced the elf immediately.
Hermione saw the indignant look on Kreachers face. She hadn't thought her fear could increase until now. She now fully appreciated the term “fear knows no bounds”.
Master looked at her quietly for a few moments, contemplating his next act. He slowly brought his hand up to her breast, his eyes watching her face. She tried to stay still and let him do what he wanted. She did not want to be punished.
'I can deal with this. It'll only hurt for a little while. I can do this. Tomorrow won't come soon enough but it'll come. I can do this.'
When he grabbed her nipple, he saw her flinch in pain with the tiniest intake of a frightened breath, then watched her bravely trying to endure his hand on her, and realized she wasn't faking her pain. He knew she was trying to do what he wanted because she feared being punished, though he had never punished her before. He really didn't know exactly how a Master punished a sex slave, wasn't sure of the safe punishment practices and didn't want to inflict any on her until he was sure he wouldn't seriously hurt her. He understood there was a fine line between good punishment and bad when it came to this type of relationship, but he hadn't gotten far enough in his reading yet to fully understand its use and impact. He wanted her to be a willing partner to a certain extent, and not one only participating out of pain and fear. He slowly turned his head to eye Kreacher. Had Kreacher been punishing her to cause this fearful reaction in her? He'd have a talk with the elf later.
“Hermione, where else do you hurt, baby?”
She felt a tiny spark of hope well up within her. Maybe he realized she truly was in pain and would leave her alone. Her voice once again came out in a breathy whisper.
“M-m-my boobies and my ni-nipples. And d-d-d-down the-there. It burns.”
“Open your legs, Kitten. Let me make sure you're all right.”
Squeezing her eyes closed tightly, she opened her legs so he had easy access for viewing. She couldn't believe she was letting him look at her 'down there'. She suddenly saw a bright light come through her eyelids prompting her to open her eyes and look down, she saw his wand tip was glowing from between her legs as he used it to inspect her. She let out a shaky breath, not realizing she was holding it. She closed her eyes again, not wanting to watch. She felt his fingers probing her gently for a few moments before they left her.
She opened her eyes to look at him. Was she okay down there? He seemed to be hesitating, undecided. Suddenly she heard Kreacher's voice.
“Master, remember what the magazines say. Pleasure and pain. She had plenty of pleasure last night. Now she's experiencing the pain. Tonight she can experience both at once. Remember the one book? It said she'll hurt at first but then as she gets more aroused the pain will become pleasure again. Remember Master, remember what you've read.”
Sirius was indeed trying to remember all he had read. He looked at Hermione silently. He'd just have to experiment tonight and see what brought her to new heights of passion while indulging on his own wants and needs. He'd have to watch her reactions carefully and back off if he needed to. He just wasn't exactly sure how far to go with her. He couldn't back off on his plans for tonight, he had to carry them out or she would think that shedding a few tears would get her out of performing her duty. He couldn't allow that. But he could modify his plans a little until she got used to her new role. He did acknowledge that she was still learning, as was he. Indeed, she had been a virgin when he took her, so he knew she would still be sore. However, she also needed to be punished so he could finalize his role as Master. She had to learn her place. But, how to punish her? He suddenly remembered what Kreacher craved to do and thought that would be a suitable punishment until he learned the art more himself.
“Kreacher, I'm not to see any blood, or any bruising. Is that understood?”
“Oh yes, Master! Yes, I understand perfectly!”
“And Kreacher, we'll be having a talk about how to punish the sex slave for all of her transgressions so far before we're done for tonight.”
Hermione's eyes widened in shock and horror. He was going to do things to her anyway! He knew she was in pain and he didn't care! And they were going to punish her, too? Punish her in addition to everything else? Punishment was supposed to be painful and humiliating. What on earth could they do to her to increase the pain and humiliation she had already endured? She felt her heart racing as she began to hyperventilate in panic.
She looked at the door, maybe she could get to the door and escape.
“We, of course, have the door locked, Kitten. And I have your wand safely hidden.”
She finally looked at Master Sirius in the eyes. And she knew begging wasn't going to get her out of tonight's round of ecstasy and agony.
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Hermione lay on the bed, barely able to move. How sore she was! Not only her sex but her whole body. She couldn't believe she had to endure another six hours of their playtime. Six hours, was that even normal? Maybe it was for a house elf but surely not for humans. When Master Sirius seemed spent, Master Kreacher had been able to keep going for the gold until Master had rested enough. Then they'd start anew without giving her a chance to rest.
She thought her nipples hurt before, but when Kreacher had insisted he be allowed to put the nipple clips on her, she had screamed and nearly passed out from the pain. She didn't even remember the second one being applied. Why would someone want to have them on their nipples? They were pretty, with little multi-colored stones on them, like a piece of jewelry. But that deceptive little clip was horrible. She was sure they were spelled to cause pain, they just had to be. How long had they left them on? She was sure it hadn't been more than a few minutes but it had felt like hours. And Master Kreacher enjoyed tugging on them repeatedly until Master finally told him to stop. When they came off, her nipples throbbed so badly she was sure blood was spurting from them. Right now, all she wanted to do was dunk her breasts in ice water to make them numb.
Last night she had been introduced to the world of sex toys and gadgets. Muggle toys and gadgets. She had been surprised to see Master using batteries, and even more surprised that Master Kreacher joined in by using them. She couldn't believe people used those things! Why wasn't the sex you read about in books enough? Their use seemed to heighten the passion in both of her Masters. They didn't use them on themselves, just on her. Why was doing these things to her so erotic for them? What was so alluring about her crawling around with a bunny tail butt plug inside of her? Or watching her struggle with a hook in her butt and in her nose, both tied together with rope as they forced her to perform fellatio? Then they stuck something in her butt and tossed rings at her, a type of anal ring toss. To make the game more difficult, they made her crawl around while they tossed the rings at her, both laughing gleefully when they scored.
She had heard of vibrators before, and, much to the dismay of Master Sirius, they did nothing for her sexually. He had rather thought she would orgasm immediately, but instead it hurt more. She even began to feel a little numb down there at one point. He used all different angles but she would just whimper in pain and try to wiggle away from it. He inserted it into her, at varying depths, to no avail. He seemed proud when he found that his fingers and his mouth were what she responded to best.
'Wait. Why do I call them Master?' She mind-growled the word Master. She felt angry with herself.
'I will not call them Master ANYMORE.'
They had hung chains from the ceiling and cuffed her to them, her arms behind her back. Depending on what they wanted to do they would lengthen and shorten the chain. Master said tonight was an oral night for her, no hands. She found that the chains could hold her up when she needed to lean over to stimulate her Masters, her arms would be painfully pulled straight back but they held her up. Her Masters experimented with the different positions she could get into while chained. Master Sirius did check to make sure her hands didn't turn blue and checked for bruises as well as ensuring she was not experiencing pain or discomfort.
Her Masters enjoyed themselves greatly, making her take on various positions for their pleasure as well as introducing her to new oral techniques. They also gave her pleasure; she learned what it was like to be tickled with a feather and how nice anal beads could feel as they were slowly pulled out as she climaxed.
After a few sex-filled hours, Master relaxed on her bed while watching Master Kreacher as he was busy doing something to her ass, then got up and dressed himself while she watched him, bewildered. He signaled to Master Kreacher, then carefully left the room, leaving her alone with Master Kreacher who immediately made her get on her knees; he removed the cuffs from her wrists, he then made her put her arms up and clasp her hands behind her head. With a smile that caused her fear, he reached up with both hands and grabbed her already painful nipples, twisting them ruthlessly. If she brought her arms down to fend him off he'd pinch and twist her clitoris. That was mind numbing pain. She had to decide which pain was worse and the clit pinch won out. He continued to maul her nipples, he pulled and yanked and rolled and twisted them. She was crying so hard no sound escaped her. Her body was following wherever his hands pulled her by her nipples, shuffling on her knees after him frantically in an effort to lessen the pain. Up, down, in circles. She didn't know what to do when he pulled her breasts in two different directions. All the while he laughed. When Master came back he told Master Kreacher to 'pop her down there in five minutes'. He paused a moment when he looked at her. He saw the tears in her eyes and heard her sniffling, raised his brows at Master Kreacher, but said nothing about it.
Master then looked directly at her and said, “You are not to talk in the room where we are going. No noises until you are given the rules of the room. Do you understand, Kitten?”
“Yes, Master.”
He then left her alone with Master Kreacher again. And again, he began his nipple torture. He told her to call him Master. And she did, over and over and over and over. All the while she was shuffling around on her knees and desperately crying, praying he'd stop.
Without warning, he let go of her nipples and reached around behind her, shoving his dry fingers roughly inside her anus. The next thing she knew, they were in the library, and she was still in the middle of a yelp when they arrived. Master Sirius immediately came over and slapped her for making such a loud noise. He had an angry look on his face, the first time she had seen him with that facial expression. She stared at him, still on her knees with her hands clasped behind her head, with wide, tearful eyes and her mouth gaping open with hurt surprise. He snarled at her that he wouldn't put up with ANY loud noises from her AT ALL while they were in the library. She was not to talk while in the library. The only noises she was loud to make were her slut noises. She wasn't exactly sure what a slut noise was but she thought it involved moaning and gasping.
She looked around at all the lovely books in this room, thinking the library wasn't her special place anymore. She blinked away the tears that formed in her eyes.
Master Sirius told her to get on her hands and knees so he could put a collar with a leash on her. He then had her crawl around on the floor while he walked her. He made her crawl from the fireplace to the door. From chair to chair. In circles. He even had her crawling on the furniture. While she was crawling, Master Kreacher inserted his fingers into her anus and walked beside her while slapping her butt and saying “giddy-up!” For some reason, they thought this was funny. In and out his fingers would go, sometimes two fingers, sometimes three or even four. At least, Master had insisted he lubricate his fingers before he let him shove them in there.
Hermione struggled to deal with the indignity of being made to crawl around on a leash with a house elf's fingers up her butt, she had tears in her eyes and sniffled constantly. Twice Master became annoyed with her because she had to blow her nose. She wanted so badly to start screaming for help but she feared that no one would hear her before she could be silenced, and she feared what her punishment would be.
'WHY is he doing this to me? Why is he making me crawl around like this? Why, oh why? I thought he liked me! Why does he think I like this? I want my mum, I want her to make everything better. Why, why, why?'
He told her to “beg!” and had her sit back on her heels, putting her arms up like a dog begging for attention. He made her lie down. He made her roll over. He made her 'sit' – she had to sit on her knees with her hands behind her back, her thighs pushed apart as far as she could make them go. He used the same hand signals for her with each direction he gave that a dog-trainer uses on their charges.
Master paced in front of her as he told her he was her Master. She was to obey him at all times, no matter what. If he gave her an order she was to follow it. He then handed her leash to Master Kreacher, walked across the room, and told her to, “Come! Suck my dick, bitch”. He turned his hand so his palm faced up and gestured towards her to 'come'.
Without hesitation, she crawled over to him, with Master Kreacher's fingers still in her anus, unbuttoned his pants and he popped out like a spring. She hesitated briefly, then began to suck on him enthusiastically, hoping she was pleasuring him satisfactorily. She went to grab it with her hand and it was slapped away. Dick still in mouth, she looked up at him questioningly.
“I thought I told you that tonight was oral night, Slave.” His voice was pompus.
“Sorry, Master,” she was able to muffle around his member.
SLAP! He had backed away from her and slapped her face causing her to give a startled gasp of pain.
“What did I say you were not allowed to do in here, Slave?” This time, his voice was a snarl.
“I'm not allowed to...”
SLAP!
“Are you allowed to talk in this room, Slave?”
Whimpering, not sure what to do, Hermione just looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Tentatively, she shook her head no.
He smiled. “Kitten. You may continue.” Again, he motioned for her to 'come', and she obeyed.
She spent considerable time with a penis in her mouth in the library. Master seemed to like sitting in the wingback chair she usually sat in while reading her books. He sat in that chair now, having her clean him after he ejaculated on her face. Some of it got into her eye and was stinging terribly, causing tears to well up in an attempt to flush her eye out.
“Kitten.”
She looked up at him, one eye narrowed as it watered, still licking him, but said nothing.
“You have always been a strong-willed person. So deliciously intelligent, but strong-willed. I have to break you of that will because I am your Master, and you must never disobey me. Do you understand me?”
She wasn't sure why he felt the need to break her. Had he been tender to her, she would have done her best to please him. She never would have allowed herself to be shared, though. Or let him put cherries in her. Well, maybe she would have after a while, after they got to know each other better. But the other things? She wasn't so sure. And she hated having to call him Master! Detested it! Calling them both that. And having to do what he wanted, when he wanted, instead of letting her do what she wanted. And he hurt her. Why would he want to hurt her? And belittle her? And defile her? She just looked up at him as these thoughts went through her head, a furrow in her brow. She had stopped licking him and he showed his displeasure by tapping the tip of her nose.
“Continue with your duty, Kitten. You don't understand, do you? Not completely. We'll have to work on this further, won't we?”
“Master, Master, she needs to be punished, don't forget she needs to be punished. She'll learn her place then.”
“Yes, Kreacher, I know, I know. Kreacher, I think it's time you had more than fingers in there, don't you?”
“Oh, yes, Master! Yes!” Sirius leaned his head back in the chair as he watched Kreacher stroking himself while walking behind her ass.
“Remember, lubrication. Kitten, position yourself correctly.” Sirius began to harden again in anticipation and he grabbed her hair, guiding her mouth down his shaft.
And she did what she was told. She reared her buttocks up and prepared herself for Master Kreacher's painful insertion. After his fingers had been in there for the last hour she was quite sore, his nails scraping her a little and she was still tender from last night when it had been initially entered. At least Master Sirius was careful when he entered her, Master Kreacher wasn't as patient and she struggled to make her cry of pain sound like a slut noise.
She had a few more lessons in obeying her Masters. All humiliating. All with her suffering silently. But she did them all without question. She had learned an important lesson that night – to obey was less painful and frightening than being disobedient. Or so she thought.
Once he felt sure she had learned her lesson sufficiently, he made her crawl up the stairs, with her leash on, and went back to her room. She greatly feared someone would come out of their room and catch them, she was so fearful of being shamed in this way that she tried to crawl faster than Master would allow, he kept pulling back on her leash to slow her down. He then made her go down on him in the hallway, why, she didn't know. All she could think of, as she had him in her mouth, was that she wished he would hurry up and cum before someone came out and caught them. Once she was done with him, she had to do Master Kreacher who seemed to take forever. She was in tears before they allowed her to crawl into the safety of her room.
'Why, oh, why, are they doing this to me? What happened to the night with the cherries? That was such a lovely night! Why are they being so awful to me? What happened between then and now?'
“Kitten.”
She looked up at him wearily, not daring to talk.
“You are allowed to talk in this room, Sweetie. If I hear you talking in the library, even to others who visit this house, you will be punished later on. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“That room is our little secret, correct?” He rubbed her cheek with his thumb.
“Yes, Master.”
She thought it wouldn't be difficult to follow his orders because she never planned to enter the library again.
“Sit, Kitten.” He pointed his finger at her and slashed it downward as he told her to sit. He planned to get her used to hand signals so that he could make her do what he wanted without having to tell her.
“Yes, Master.” Obediently, she got on her knees, spread her thighs, and put her hands behind her back.
He rubbed his hands together. “Now, to get on with the fun stuff...”
And, once again, they worked her together sexually, and to her dismay, she did respond to them. She didn't think it possible after the humiliations she had endured. She had felt pleasure even though she was in pain. As time went on, the pain DID seem to lessen. If they were careful (well, when Master Sirius was careful) she was brought to climax. What was that all about? How could that be possible? She wound up begging them to continue what they were doing just as she had done the night before.
'Oh, the shame of it all!' She hung her head.
Then she remembered her punishment. She had frozen in terror when Master informed Master Kreacher it was time for him to commence with the punishment. Master was going to let Master Kreacher punish her? More? The nipple pull wasn't her punishment? Master sat in a chair next to the bed, his hand on his partially erect member. Her mouth went dry as Master Kreacher neared her, a wicked smile on his lips. She yelped when he grabbed a nipple and forced her to shuffle on her knees to the bed.
“Master, I think she needs nipple rings.”
“We'll see, Kreacher. I'll think about it.”
Master Kreacher sat on the bed and had her lie on top of him, her mons in his lap, her butt in the cool air. He instructed her to put her arms on the bed over her head. And she was to leave them there, no matter what. Her legs were not allowed to leave the bed, either. Then the spanking began. She had never been spanked in her life and was shocked at how much it hurt. He would go from one buttock to the other, his cupped hand causing a tingling sting when it hit. She wasn't sure if he increased the force as he brought his arm down, or if the pain just increased due to the constant battering. She started to wiggle her butt in an effort to worm away from his hand. When she did this she felt the telltale sensation of a stinging hex on the bottom of her foot, her whole body seemed to jerk as she turned her body and pulled her feet away from the source of pain. Master Sirius stood up angrily and stepped towards her, reached down and slapped her in the face.
“Were you not told to keep still?” His voice reflected his anger.
“Yes, Master.” She began to cry, her words coming out tremulously.
“Then get back into position. Kreacher, add another ten slaps to what she has already earned.”
And the spanking continued. She didn't know why Master Kreacher's hand wasn't hurting as bad as her butt. He didn't slow down, nor did he weaken his swing. She wound up wringing her blanket desperately in her hands and digging her toes into the bed in an effort to stay still. She began to cry, with huge wails of suffering. She began begging for him to stop, when she did she was hit with a stinging hex. Her spanking continued until she suffered in silence.
Then began the questions and demands.
“Who are your Masters?”
Spank!
“You are. Master Sirius and Master Kreacher.”
“Do you pull away from us when we talk to you?”
Spank!
“No, Master.”
“Will you follow any order we give you?”
Spank!
“Yes, Master.”
“Are you allowed to talk in the library?”
Spank!
“No, Master!”
“What are you to us?”
Spank!
“I'm your slave!”
“Say it again.”
Spank!
“I'm your slave! I'm your sex slave!”
“Who is spanking you, Slave?”
Spank!
“Master Kreacher, Master.”
“Are you sure?”
Spank!
“Yes! Yes! You are my Master, Master Kreacher!”
“Call me Master each time I spank you, Slave. And thank me for spanking you.”
Spank!
“You are my Master! Thank you for spanking me, Master Kreacher.”
Spank!
“You are my Master! Thank you for spanking me, Master Kreacher.”
Spank!
She thought it would never end. She was crying as never before, her face actually hurt from screwing it up in pain and her throat muscles felt like they were in thick knots. Her butt was so sore she could barely crawl off of him when he was done. Master Sirius made her lay over the side of the bed, her legs on the floor, and he inspected her bottom for bruising. He complimented Master Kreacher for a job well done. Master Sirius' hands were cool when he touched her and they felt good as he lightly rubbed her bottom. When he went to get up she had asked him to keep rubbing her bottom. She needed the soft, comforting touch on an area that hurt so much. He had hesitated when she did that, glanced at Master Kreacher who gave him a knowing look, smiled, then complied with her request.
She had felt like she was in a foggy dream before the second nipple clamp was on and she still hadn't emerged from it. She still felt foggy. Felt dreamy.
'Maybe I am dreaming and I'll wake up and everything will be fine.'
But, she knew that wasn't going to happen. She knew this was her reality. The wonderful sexual tension that had built up between them was ruined. The wonderment was now replaced by fear. The tension replaced by pain. She so wished she had never flirted with Master.
'I will not call him Master!'
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After leaving her, Sirius had showered then went to bed. He wasn't as excited about tonight as he had been the night before. The only really good part had been when she asked him to keep rubbing her bright red ass after her spanking. That and the post-spank butt fuck. He grabbed his books and tried to figure out what he was doing wrong. The girl was obviously feeling far more pain than the ones in the magazines. He was trying to establish this Master/Slave bond but he wanted her to enjoy it. The books talked about both partners enjoying it, yet she wasn't. And because she wasn't, he wasn't. She was ruining his fun.
He talked with Kreacher about this. Kreacher thought nothing was wrong. He insisted that all was going according to plan. Sirius wasn't so sure. He pulled out the magazines and perused their pages again. He got a hard-on looking at them and masturbated, spewing his cum on his magazine Hermione-slave. It had to be her doing something wrong if he could feel good enough to jack off to a simple sex picture (and some of those babes looked to be in far more painful positions than he ever put Hermione in – the one girl's breasts were actually blue and so were the other girl's arms. Yet those girls had smiles on their faces).
Yes, she was definitely ruining his fun for him. And that made him angry with her.
Kreacher liked hearing his Master was angry with her. He agreed wholeheartedly that the girl was being selfish by ruining his fun. And that she needed more punishment. Oh, yes, she did.
A contented smile adorned Kreacher's face.
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Authors notes, you may freely skip this:
Am I showing Sirius as conflicted enough? I hope so.
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Hermione is starting to see Sirius as her protector of sorts. He protects her from Kreacher. A little bit.
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And Kreacher is just plain foul.
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Remember, I said I chose all the things I could think of that I didn't want done to me. Well, most things. I won't share what I'd allow, that's none of your bees wax. *giggle* I know that people like to read this stuff so I decided to oblige by writing a trashy story while delivering a message. And teaching some stuff as I go along.
One thing I really wanted to get across is the porn magazine issue. I don't think most men realize that what is shown in those magazines (and movies) are not for real. They think women want that stuff to be done to them. Yeah, some do, true. But most women don't want it ALL the time, if at all. It's one thing to look at a woman all tied up in a commercially produced image for a magazine by people who know what they are doing. It's another to do it to a woman who wants nothing to do with it. How terrifying! I can't imagine having a man tying me up and dangling me from the ceiling and doing anything he wanted to me after I had told him “no”. I'd be fearing for my life. That's not erotic.
Now, if I said yes, that's a different story. It's all about respect. If she says no, then she says no, and she shouldn't be forced to do it. And the same goes the other way around.
However, I'm not saying it's all bad, either. Porn mags are interesting to view, if it gets you off, more power to you. Problems start when you think all women want that stuff and have no respect for your woman.
Same goes for porn videos. Nothing kills a night more than having a guy say, “maybe you'll learn something from watching this.” If you want a girl to learn, be a man and teach her right, you twit! Those girls aren't enjoying themselves, they're ACTING.
And, the women in those mags/videos are all skinny and pretty. What was it like 100 years ago when men were happy to have a woman around, no matter what she looked like? Now you have to be young, 5'5”, and 100 pounds with very pert size DD breasts to be considered sexy. And it's hard to feel like a sex goddess when your man constantly compares you to them. It's especially annoying when the man showers once a day if you're lucky, might brush his teeth once in a while, and has a beer gut. And they have the nerve to tell us *we're* not sexy enough for them? Puh-lease. And, yeah, you guys do that, and then wonder why your wives are so embarrassed about their bodies in front of you. Be glad your stupid fat ass has someone to fuck you instead of comparing her body to a models!
So, anyway, there is a point I'm trying to make with this story. Sirius is looking at those porn magazines thinking every woman wants that stuff. Hermione definitely doesn't want it but he's twisting her actions around to satisfy his wants and needs.
Want to mention spanking. There's supposed to be an art to spanking so it's erotic, non-injurious, and enjoyable by both parties (the spanker and the spankee, I think they are called the top and bottom). Good spanking is not supposed to resemble when your parents nailed your ass when you were younger. Kreacher isn't into the erotic spank. Just to clarify. His spanking is NOT the good kind. Do a google on erotic spanking to find out more on the good kind.
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And why does Hermione's body keep responding to her two Masters when her mind struggles to stop it? It's because Kreacher is continuing his night time teaching.
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Yeah, yeah, I know. Rolls eyes....
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Oh! Almost forgot about some links:
http://b00bs.tribe.net/thread/9a9d2ff0-bb91-4a2d-a8f0-bb12410893cc
http://www.extremerestraints.com/bunny-tail-butt-plug_440.html
(*giggles* I didn't know there was such a thing as bunny tail butt plugs!)
http://www.extremerestraints.com/steel-nose-hook_631.html
http://sextoys.uniblogger.com/
http://blog.vibrator.com/bdsm-for-beginners.html
http://www.venusenvy.ca/Resources/SaferBDSM.asp
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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 6,969
Chapter 5 Edit Date: 11/26/2008
Clean-up editing: 04/22/2009
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Chapter 5 – The Ruined Cherry
Previously:
When the Mudblood tart finally cried herself to sleep, Kreacher continued his lessons with her, hiding when people came to visit, coming out cautiously when they left, preparing her for tonight. Oh, yes, he did.
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Hermione felt something moving on her belly. She went to push the thing away, and it slowly migrated down until it was between her legs and brushing against the hair in her privates. She suddenly realized that a finger was rubbing her 'down there' and rose abruptly, squealing as she did so while pushing away from the hand. She still wasn't sure if she was dreaming or not, and felt oddly disoriented. The room was dark, dimly lit by a candle burning on her nightstand and she vaguely wondered where the candle had come from when a hand was suddenly clamped over her mouth as she was spun around, her face pushed down onto the bed. She felt a man lie on top of her, successfully pinning her down, his left hand snaking around her as it reached up to cup her tender breast. Tears formed in her eyes when the man's arousal became alarmingly apparent on her backside. Next to her ear she heard a hissing whisper.
“Shhhhh! My little sex kitten! Shhhhhh! It's your Master. I've come to give you a full night of ecstasy. Be quiet now, my little baby whore.”
'Oh. My. God. He's back!' She had hoped that last night was a one night occurrence, that perhaps he realized she really didn't want this and would leave her alone. But, no, he was back. He was planning on doing things to her again! Where was Master Kreacher? 'I will not call them Master!' Was Master Sirius alone? Or were they both going to have their way with her, share her? She felt a sudden tightening in her loins and her backside forcefully reared back automatically, pushing hard against his erection. She heard him moan as his hands tightened around her. He began to rub his erection against her bottom.
'I can't believe I did that! My body did that, why is it doing that? I refuse to respond! Slow down, heart! Slow down! Breathe slowly. I cannot believe I'm having that tingling down there! I don't want this! I do not want this! Why, oh why, didn't I tell Mrs. Weasley about this! Why?'
She tried furiously to push him off of her, squealing as she did so. She brought her hands up and tried to pull his hand away from her mouth while also attempting to twist around, hoping to perhaps knee him in the groin. She began clawing at him and heard a hissed intake of air.
“Do NOT do that, Kitten. I don't want to have to punish you. Calm DOWN!”
He tightened his arms around her, using his hand over her mouth to pull her head back at a sharp angle, making it difficult to breathe. After a few seconds she stopped fighting him, her need for air becoming greater than her need to fight. Once she had stopped moving completely he lowered her head and relaxed on top of her. He could feel her tears as they coursed down her cheeks onto his hand.
“That's it, baby. Calm down. I won't hurt you unless I have to. We're just going to have some fun, that's all.”
'Oh please, oh please, oh please! Not this again! Please!' Her mind was screaming its protests. She ached so much she didn't know if she could deal with this again. The thought of him touching her tender body caused tremors to course through her. What else were they going to do to her tonight? Would they keep her up all night again? Would they do the same things to her or was tonight going to be different? She still had to deal with the emotional impact from last night and now they were back for more. All she wanted to do was sleep. Hide somewhere and sleep.
She felt his hand leave her breast, come around and slide under her knickers, travel along her left buttock, and finally stop at her vaginal opening. She felt him insert a few fingers, with another finger sliding painfully over her core. She felt her legs opening automatically so he had easier access. Again, her back arched, raising her buttocks towards him.
“That's it, my little baby whore. Yes, I can tell you like it. I can feel how wet you are. That's it, open those legs some more. You're doing fine, baby. Now, I'm going to take my hand away from your mouth, no screaming, please. Won't matter anyway, we put a silencing spell on your room. I just don't want to hear my little sex slave screaming, I want her moaning. That's it baby, roll over so I can have at you. Take off that sexy nightie, too.”
Sirius cautiously removed his hand from her mouth and kissed her ear as he lifted off of her, then stood next to her bed, watching. Obediently, Hermione rolled over onto her back, sat up and removed her babydoll outfit, then lay back down with her arms over her head as she had been forced to do the night before. Sirius growled as he realized he now had free reign over her body. He hooked his thumbs around each side of her lace knickers, then slid them down her legs, giving them a sniff before tossing them onto the floor; she heard him give another growl in appreciation. She watched as he leaned over her, then felt his right hand cupping her left breast as his mouth clamped down upon her right nipple and began to suck her into him hard; slowly, he began to climb on top of her but stopped when she threw her head back and gave out a loud gasp, her arms coming down in a flash and pushing frantically on his head as she attempted to roll away, squealing in surprised pain.
“Oh Sirius! Master! Please don't! Please don't, it hurts!” Her voice was between a cry and a pained groan.
Suddenly, Master Kreacher's voice spoke up. “Master, I told you the Mudblood would need to be punished. She needs to learn, yes, she does. The filthy Mudblood needs to learn who her Masters are.”
“No! No! Don't punish me, please! I just hurt from last night, Master! It was my first night! I haven't had time to heal is all! Please don't punish me! Don't hurt me, pleeeeeeeeease!”
She was terrified now. By the time she finished the last sentence she was crying openly, her whole body shaking in fear. If one night of sex with them had her begging like an idiot; she hated to think of what she'd be like if captured by Death Eaters, she was sure there wouldn't be just two Death Eaters at her if she were captured. She wondered how they would punish her. She had visions of whips in her mind now, strong visions. Were they planning to whip her? That seemed to be the worst thing they could do to her that she could think of. How did they plan to punish her? She was so frightened she was having difficulty thinking. She should be trying to figure out how to get out of here and instead her mind felt like it was made of mushy cottage cheese.
“Master, she needs to be punished! She is showing total lack of respect! A good sex slave....”
“Quiet Kreacher.” Masters voice was barely above a whisper but it silenced the elf immediately.
Hermione saw the indignant look on Kreachers face. She hadn't thought her fear could increase until now. She now fully appreciated the term “fear knows no bounds”.
Master looked at her quietly for a few moments, contemplating his next act. He slowly brought his hand up to her breast, his eyes watching her face. She tried to stay still and let him do what he wanted. She did not want to be punished.
'I can deal with this. It'll only hurt for a little while. I can do this. Tomorrow won't come soon enough but it'll come. I can do this.'
When he grabbed her nipple, he saw her flinch in pain with the tiniest intake of a frightened breath, then watched her bravely trying to endure his hand on her, and realized she wasn't faking her pain. He knew she was trying to do what he wanted because she feared being punished, though he had never punished her before. He really didn't know exactly how a Master punished a sex slave, wasn't sure of the safe punishment practices and didn't want to inflict any on her until he was sure he wouldn't seriously hurt her. He understood there was a fine line between good punishment and bad when it came to this type of relationship, but he hadn't gotten far enough in his reading yet to fully understand its use and impact. He wanted her to be a willing partner to a certain extent, and not one only participating out of pain and fear. He slowly turned his head to eye Kreacher. Had Kreacher been punishing her to cause this fearful reaction in her? He'd have a talk with the elf later.
“Hermione, where else do you hurt, baby?”
She felt a tiny spark of hope well up within her. Maybe he realized she truly was in pain and would leave her alone. Her voice once again came out in a breathy whisper.
“M-m-my boobies and my ni-nipples. And d-d-d-down the-there. It burns.”
“Open your legs, Kitten. Let me make sure you're all right.”
Squeezing her eyes closed tightly, she opened her legs so he had easy access for viewing. She couldn't believe she was letting him look at her 'down there'. She suddenly saw a bright light come through her eyelids prompting her to open her eyes and look down, she saw his wand tip was glowing from between her legs as he used it to inspect her. She let out a shaky breath, not realizing she was holding it. She closed her eyes again, not wanting to watch. She felt his fingers probing her gently for a few moments before they left her.
She opened her eyes to look at him. Was she okay down there? He seemed to be hesitating, undecided. Suddenly she heard Kreacher's voice.
“Master, remember what the magazines say. Pleasure and pain. She had plenty of pleasure last night. Now she's experiencing the pain. Tonight she can experience both at once. Remember the one book? It said she'll hurt at first but then as she gets more aroused the pain will become pleasure again. Remember Master, remember what you've read.”
Sirius was indeed trying to remember all he had read. He looked at Hermione silently. He'd just have to experiment tonight and see what brought her to new heights of passion while indulging on his own wants and needs. He'd have to watch her reactions carefully and back off if he needed to. He just wasn't exactly sure how far to go with her. He couldn't back off on his plans for tonight, he had to carry them out or she would think that shedding a few tears would get her out of performing her duty. He couldn't allow that. But he could modify his plans a little until she got used to her new role. He did acknowledge that she was still learning, as was he. Indeed, she had been a virgin when he took her, so he knew she would still be sore. However, she also needed to be punished so he could finalize his role as Master. She had to learn her place. But, how to punish her? He suddenly remembered what Kreacher craved to do and thought that would be a suitable punishment until he learned the art more himself.
“Kreacher, I'm not to see any blood, or any bruising. Is that understood?”
“Oh yes, Master! Yes, I understand perfectly!”
“And Kreacher, we'll be having a talk about how to punish the sex slave for all of her transgressions so far before we're done for tonight.”
Hermione's eyes widened in shock and horror. He was going to do things to her anyway! He knew she was in pain and he didn't care! And they were going to punish her, too? Punish her in addition to everything else? Punishment was supposed to be painful and humiliating. What on earth could they do to her to increase the pain and humiliation she had already endured? She felt her heart racing as she began to hyperventilate in panic.
She looked at the door, maybe she could get to the door and escape.
“We, of course, have the door locked, Kitten. And I have your wand safely hidden.”
She finally looked at Master Sirius in the eyes. And she knew begging wasn't going to get her out of tonight's round of ecstasy and agony.
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Hermione lay on the bed, barely able to move. How sore she was! Not only her sex but her whole body. She couldn't believe she had to endure another six hours of their playtime. Six hours, was that even normal? Maybe it was for a house elf but surely not for humans. When Master Sirius seemed spent, Master Kreacher had been able to keep going for the gold until Master had rested enough. Then they'd start anew without giving her a chance to rest.
She thought her nipples hurt before, but when Kreacher had insisted he be allowed to put the nipple clips on her, she had screamed and nearly passed out from the pain. She didn't even remember the second one being applied. Why would someone want to have them on their nipples? They were pretty, with little multi-colored stones on them, like a piece of jewelry. But that deceptive little clip was horrible. She was sure they were spelled to cause pain, they just had to be. How long had they left them on? She was sure it hadn't been more than a few minutes but it had felt like hours. And Master Kreacher enjoyed tugging on them repeatedly until Master finally told him to stop. When they came off, her nipples throbbed so badly she was sure blood was spurting from them. Right now, all she wanted to do was dunk her breasts in ice water to make them numb.
Last night she had been introduced to the world of sex toys and gadgets. Muggle toys and gadgets. She had been surprised to see Master using batteries, and even more surprised that Master Kreacher joined in by using them. She couldn't believe people used those things! Why wasn't the sex you read about in books enough? Their use seemed to heighten the passion in both of her Masters. They didn't use them on themselves, just on her. Why was doing these things to her so erotic for them? What was so alluring about her crawling around with a bunny tail butt plug inside of her? Or watching her struggle with a hook in her butt and in her nose, both tied together with rope as they forced her to perform fellatio? Then they stuck something in her butt and tossed rings at her, a type of anal ring toss. To make the game more difficult, they made her crawl around while they tossed the rings at her, both laughing gleefully when they scored.
She had heard of vibrators before, and, much to the dismay of Master Sirius, they did nothing for her sexually. He had rather thought she would orgasm immediately, but instead it hurt more. She even began to feel a little numb down there at one point. He used all different angles but she would just whimper in pain and try to wiggle away from it. He inserted it into her, at varying depths, to no avail. He seemed proud when he found that his fingers and his mouth were what she responded to best.
'Wait. Why do I call them Master?' She mind-growled the word Master. She felt angry with herself.
'I will not call them Master ANYMORE.'
They had hung chains from the ceiling and cuffed her to them, her arms behind her back. Depending on what they wanted to do they would lengthen and shorten the chain. Master said tonight was an oral night for her, no hands. She found that the chains could hold her up when she needed to lean over to stimulate her Masters, her arms would be painfully pulled straight back but they held her up. Her Masters experimented with the different positions she could get into while chained. Master Sirius did check to make sure her hands didn't turn blue and checked for bruises as well as ensuring she was not experiencing pain or discomfort.
Her Masters enjoyed themselves greatly, making her take on various positions for their pleasure as well as introducing her to new oral techniques. They also gave her pleasure; she learned what it was like to be tickled with a feather and how nice anal beads could feel as they were slowly pulled out as she climaxed.
After a few sex-filled hours, Master relaxed on her bed while watching Master Kreacher as he was busy doing something to her ass, then got up and dressed himself while she watched him, bewildered. He signaled to Master Kreacher, then carefully left the room, leaving her alone with Master Kreacher who immediately made her get on her knees; he removed the cuffs from her wrists, he then made her put her arms up and clasp her hands behind her head. With a smile that caused her fear, he reached up with both hands and grabbed her already painful nipples, twisting them ruthlessly. If she brought her arms down to fend him off he'd pinch and twist her clitoris. That was mind numbing pain. She had to decide which pain was worse and the clit pinch won out. He continued to maul her nipples, he pulled and yanked and rolled and twisted them. She was crying so hard no sound escaped her. Her body was following wherever his hands pulled her by her nipples, shuffling on her knees after him frantically in an effort to lessen the pain. Up, down, in circles. She didn't know what to do when he pulled her breasts in two different directions. All the while he laughed. When Master came back he told Master Kreacher to 'pop her down there in five minutes'. He paused a moment when he looked at her. He saw the tears in her eyes and heard her sniffling, raised his brows at Master Kreacher, but said nothing about it.
Master then looked directly at her and said, “You are not to talk in the room where we are going. No noises until you are given the rules of the room. Do you understand, Kitten?”
“Yes, Master.”
He then left her alone with Master Kreacher again. And again, he began his nipple torture. He told her to call him Master. And she did, over and over and over and over. All the while she was shuffling around on her knees and desperately crying, praying he'd stop.
Without warning, he let go of her nipples and reached around behind her, shoving his dry fingers roughly inside her anus. The next thing she knew, they were in the library, and she was still in the middle of a yelp when they arrived. Master Sirius immediately came over and slapped her for making such a loud noise. He had an angry look on his face, the first time she had seen him with that facial expression. She stared at him, still on her knees with her hands clasped behind her head, with wide, tearful eyes and her mouth gaping open with hurt surprise. He snarled at her that he wouldn't put up with ANY loud noises from her AT ALL while they were in the library. She was not to talk while in the library. The only noises she was loud to make were her slut noises. She wasn't exactly sure what a slut noise was but she thought it involved moaning and gasping.
She looked around at all the lovely books in this room, thinking the library wasn't her special place anymore. She blinked away the tears that formed in her eyes.
Master Sirius told her to get on her hands and knees so he could put a collar with a leash on her. He then had her crawl around on the floor while he walked her. He made her crawl from the fireplace to the door. From chair to chair. In circles. He even had her crawling on the furniture. While she was crawling, Master Kreacher inserted his fingers into her anus and walked beside her while slapping her butt and saying “giddy-up!” For some reason, they thought this was funny. In and out his fingers would go, sometimes two fingers, sometimes three or even four. At least, Master had insisted he lubricate his fingers before he let him shove them in there.
Hermione struggled to deal with the indignity of being made to crawl around on a leash with a house elf's fingers up her butt, she had tears in her eyes and sniffled constantly. Twice Master became annoyed with her because she had to blow her nose. She wanted so badly to start screaming for help but she feared that no one would hear her before she could be silenced, and she feared what her punishment would be.
'WHY is he doing this to me? Why is he making me crawl around like this? Why, oh why? I thought he liked me! Why does he think I like this? I want my mum, I want her to make everything better. Why, why, why?'
He told her to “beg!” and had her sit back on her heels, putting her arms up like a dog begging for attention. He made her lie down. He made her roll over. He made her 'sit' – she had to sit on her knees with her hands behind her back, her thighs pushed apart as far as she could make them go. He used the same hand signals for her with each direction he gave that a dog-trainer uses on their charges.
Master paced in front of her as he told her he was her Master. She was to obey him at all times, no matter what. If he gave her an order she was to follow it. He then handed her leash to Master Kreacher, walked across the room, and told her to, “Come! Suck my dick, bitch”. He turned his hand so his palm faced up and gestured towards her to 'come'.
Without hesitation, she crawled over to him, with Master Kreacher's fingers still in her anus, unbuttoned his pants and he popped out like a spring. She hesitated briefly, then began to suck on him enthusiastically, hoping she was pleasuring him satisfactorily. She went to grab it with her hand and it was slapped away. Dick still in mouth, she looked up at him questioningly.
“I thought I told you that tonight was oral night, Slave.” His voice was pompus.
“Sorry, Master,” she was able to muffle around his member.
SLAP! He had backed away from her and slapped her face causing her to give a startled gasp of pain.
“What did I say you were not allowed to do in here, Slave?” This time, his voice was a snarl.
“I'm not allowed to...”
SLAP!
“Are you allowed to talk in this room, Slave?”
Whimpering, not sure what to do, Hermione just looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Tentatively, she shook her head no.
He smiled. “Kitten. You may continue.” Again, he motioned for her to 'come', and she obeyed.
She spent considerable time with a penis in her mouth in the library. Master seemed to like sitting in the wingback chair she usually sat in while reading her books. He sat in that chair now, having her clean him after he ejaculated on her face. Some of it got into her eye and was stinging terribly, causing tears to well up in an attempt to flush her eye out.
“Kitten.”
She looked up at him, one eye narrowed as it watered, still licking him, but said nothing.
“You have always been a strong-willed person. So deliciously intelligent, but strong-willed. I have to break you of that will because I am your Master, and you must never disobey me. Do you understand me?”
She wasn't sure why he felt the need to break her. Had he been tender to her, she would have done her best to please him. She never would have allowed herself to be shared, though. Or let him put cherries in her. Well, maybe she would have after a while, after they got to know each other better. But the other things? She wasn't so sure. And she hated having to call him Master! Detested it! Calling them both that. And having to do what he wanted, when he wanted, instead of letting her do what she wanted. And he hurt her. Why would he want to hurt her? And belittle her? And defile her? She just looked up at him as these thoughts went through her head, a furrow in her brow. She had stopped licking him and he showed his displeasure by tapping the tip of her nose.
“Continue with your duty, Kitten. You don't understand, do you? Not completely. We'll have to work on this further, won't we?”
“Master, Master, she needs to be punished, don't forget she needs to be punished. She'll learn her place then.”
“Yes, Kreacher, I know, I know. Kreacher, I think it's time you had more than fingers in there, don't you?”
“Oh, yes, Master! Yes!” Sirius leaned his head back in the chair as he watched Kreacher stroking himself while walking behind her ass.
“Remember, lubrication. Kitten, position yourself correctly.” Sirius began to harden again in anticipation and he grabbed her hair, guiding her mouth down his shaft.
And she did what she was told. She reared her buttocks up and prepared herself for Master Kreacher's painful insertion. After his fingers had been in there for the last hour she was quite sore, his nails scraping her a little and she was still tender from last night when it had been initially entered. At least Master Sirius was careful when he entered her, Master Kreacher wasn't as patient and she struggled to make her cry of pain sound like a slut noise.
She had a few more lessons in obeying her Masters. All humiliating. All with her suffering silently. But she did them all without question. She had learned an important lesson that night – to obey was less painful and frightening than being disobedient. Or so she thought.
Once he felt sure she had learned her lesson sufficiently, he made her crawl up the stairs, with her leash on, and went back to her room. She greatly feared someone would come out of their room and catch them, she was so fearful of being shamed in this way that she tried to crawl faster than Master would allow, he kept pulling back on her leash to slow her down. He then made her go down on him in the hallway, why, she didn't know. All she could think of, as she had him in her mouth, was that she wished he would hurry up and cum before someone came out and caught them. Once she was done with him, she had to do Master Kreacher who seemed to take forever. She was in tears before they allowed her to crawl into the safety of her room.
'Why, oh, why, are they doing this to me? What happened to the night with the cherries? That was such a lovely night! Why are they being so awful to me? What happened between then and now?'
“Kitten.”
She looked up at him wearily, not daring to talk.
“You are allowed to talk in this room, Sweetie. If I hear you talking in the library, even to others who visit this house, you will be punished later on. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“That room is our little secret, correct?” He rubbed her cheek with his thumb.
“Yes, Master.”
She thought it wouldn't be difficult to follow his orders because she never planned to enter the library again.
“Sit, Kitten.” He pointed his finger at her and slashed it downward as he told her to sit. He planned to get her used to hand signals so that he could make her do what he wanted without having to tell her.
“Yes, Master.” Obediently, she got on her knees, spread her thighs, and put her hands behind her back.
He rubbed his hands together. “Now, to get on with the fun stuff...”
And, once again, they worked her together sexually, and to her dismay, she did respond to them. She didn't think it possible after the humiliations she had endured. She had felt pleasure even though she was in pain. As time went on, the pain DID seem to lessen. If they were careful (well, when Master Sirius was careful) she was brought to climax. What was that all about? How could that be possible? She wound up begging them to continue what they were doing just as she had done the night before.
'Oh, the shame of it all!' She hung her head.
Then she remembered her punishment. She had frozen in terror when Master informed Master Kreacher it was time for him to commence with the punishment. Master was going to let Master Kreacher punish her? More? The nipple pull wasn't her punishment? Master sat in a chair next to the bed, his hand on his partially erect member. Her mouth went dry as Master Kreacher neared her, a wicked smile on his lips. She yelped when he grabbed a nipple and forced her to shuffle on her knees to the bed.
“Master, I think she needs nipple rings.”
“We'll see, Kreacher. I'll think about it.”
Master Kreacher sat on the bed and had her lie on top of him, her mons in his lap, her butt in the cool air. He instructed her to put her arms on the bed over her head. And she was to leave them there, no matter what. Her legs were not allowed to leave the bed, either. Then the spanking began. She had never been spanked in her life and was shocked at how much it hurt. He would go from one buttock to the other, his cupped hand causing a tingling sting when it hit. She wasn't sure if he increased the force as he brought his arm down, or if the pain just increased due to the constant battering. She started to wiggle her butt in an effort to worm away from his hand. When she did this she felt the telltale sensation of a stinging hex on the bottom of her foot, her whole body seemed to jerk as she turned her body and pulled her feet away from the source of pain. Master Sirius stood up angrily and stepped towards her, reached down and slapped her in the face.
“Were you not told to keep still?” His voice reflected his anger.
“Yes, Master.” She began to cry, her words coming out tremulously.
“Then get back into position. Kreacher, add another ten slaps to what she has already earned.”
And the spanking continued. She didn't know why Master Kreacher's hand wasn't hurting as bad as her butt. He didn't slow down, nor did he weaken his swing. She wound up wringing her blanket desperately in her hands and digging her toes into the bed in an effort to stay still. She began to cry, with huge wails of suffering. She began begging for him to stop, when she did she was hit with a stinging hex. Her spanking continued until she suffered in silence.
Then began the questions and demands.
“Who are your Masters?”
Spank!
“You are. Master Sirius and Master Kreacher.”
“Do you pull away from us when we talk to you?”
Spank!
“No, Master.”
“Will you follow any order we give you?”
Spank!
“Yes, Master.”
“Are you allowed to talk in the library?”
Spank!
“No, Master!”
“What are you to us?”
Spank!
“I'm your slave!”
“Say it again.”
Spank!
“I'm your slave! I'm your sex slave!”
“Who is spanking you, Slave?”
Spank!
“Master Kreacher, Master.”
“Are you sure?”
Spank!
“Yes! Yes! You are my Master, Master Kreacher!”
“Call me Master each time I spank you, Slave. And thank me for spanking you.”
Spank!
“You are my Master! Thank you for spanking me, Master Kreacher.”
Spank!
“You are my Master! Thank you for spanking me, Master Kreacher.”
Spank!
She thought it would never end. She was crying as never before, her face actually hurt from screwing it up in pain and her throat muscles felt like they were in thick knots. Her butt was so sore she could barely crawl off of him when he was done. Master Sirius made her lay over the side of the bed, her legs on the floor, and he inspected her bottom for bruising. He complimented Master Kreacher for a job well done. Master Sirius' hands were cool when he touched her and they felt good as he lightly rubbed her bottom. When he went to get up she had asked him to keep rubbing her bottom. She needed the soft, comforting touch on an area that hurt so much. He had hesitated when she did that, glanced at Master Kreacher who gave him a knowing look, smiled, then complied with her request.
She had felt like she was in a foggy dream before the second nipple clamp was on and she still hadn't emerged from it. She still felt foggy. Felt dreamy.
'Maybe I am dreaming and I'll wake up and everything will be fine.'
But, she knew that wasn't going to happen. She knew this was her reality. The wonderful sexual tension that had built up between them was ruined. The wonderment was now replaced by fear. The tension replaced by pain. She so wished she had never flirted with Master.
'I will not call him Master!'
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After leaving her, Sirius had showered then went to bed. He wasn't as excited about tonight as he had been the night before. The only really good part had been when she asked him to keep rubbing her bright red ass after her spanking. That and the post-spank butt fuck. He grabbed his books and tried to figure out what he was doing wrong. The girl was obviously feeling far more pain than the ones in the magazines. He was trying to establish this Master/Slave bond but he wanted her to enjoy it. The books talked about both partners enjoying it, yet she wasn't. And because she wasn't, he wasn't. She was ruining his fun.
He talked with Kreacher about this. Kreacher thought nothing was wrong. He insisted that all was going according to plan. Sirius wasn't so sure. He pulled out the magazines and perused their pages again. He got a hard-on looking at them and masturbated, spewing his cum on his magazine Hermione-slave. It had to be her doing something wrong if he could feel good enough to jack off to a simple sex picture (and some of those babes looked to be in far more painful positions than he ever put Hermione in – the one girl's breasts were actually blue and so were the other girl's arms. Yet those girls had smiles on their faces).
Yes, she was definitely ruining his fun for him. And that made him angry with her.
Kreacher liked hearing his Master was angry with her. He agreed wholeheartedly that the girl was being selfish by ruining his fun. And that she needed more punishment. Oh, yes, she did.
A contented smile adorned Kreacher's face.
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Authors notes, you may freely skip this:
Am I showing Sirius as conflicted enough? I hope so.
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Hermione is starting to see Sirius as her protector of sorts. He protects her from Kreacher. A little bit.
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And Kreacher is just plain foul.
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Remember, I said I chose all the things I could think of that I didn't want done to me. Well, most things. I won't share what I'd allow, that's none of your bees wax. *giggle* I know that people like to read this stuff so I decided to oblige by writing a trashy story while delivering a message. And teaching some stuff as I go along.
One thing I really wanted to get across is the porn magazine issue. I don't think most men realize that what is shown in those magazines (and movies) are not for real. They think women want that stuff to be done to them. Yeah, some do, true. But most women don't want it ALL the time, if at all. It's one thing to look at a woman all tied up in a commercially produced image for a magazine by people who know what they are doing. It's another to do it to a woman who wants nothing to do with it. How terrifying! I can't imagine having a man tying me up and dangling me from the ceiling and doing anything he wanted to me after I had told him “no”. I'd be fearing for my life. That's not erotic.
Now, if I said yes, that's a different story. It's all about respect. If she says no, then she says no, and she shouldn't be forced to do it. And the same goes the other way around.
However, I'm not saying it's all bad, either. Porn mags are interesting to view, if it gets you off, more power to you. Problems start when you think all women want that stuff and have no respect for your woman.
Same goes for porn videos. Nothing kills a night more than having a guy say, “maybe you'll learn something from watching this.” If you want a girl to learn, be a man and teach her right, you twit! Those girls aren't enjoying themselves, they're ACTING.
And, the women in those mags/videos are all skinny and pretty. What was it like 100 years ago when men were happy to have a woman around, no matter what she looked like? Now you have to be young, 5'5”, and 100 pounds with very pert size DD breasts to be considered sexy. And it's hard to feel like a sex goddess when your man constantly compares you to them. It's especially annoying when the man showers once a day if you're lucky, might brush his teeth once in a while, and has a beer gut. And they have the nerve to tell us *we're* not sexy enough for them? Puh-lease. And, yeah, you guys do that, and then wonder why your wives are so embarrassed about their bodies in front of you. Be glad your stupid fat ass has someone to fuck you instead of comparing her body to a models!
So, anyway, there is a point I'm trying to make with this story. Sirius is looking at those porn magazines thinking every woman wants that stuff. Hermione definitely doesn't want it but he's twisting her actions around to satisfy his wants and needs.
Want to mention spanking. There's supposed to be an art to spanking so it's erotic, non-injurious, and enjoyable by both parties (the spanker and the spankee, I think they are called the top and bottom). Good spanking is not supposed to resemble when your parents nailed your ass when you were younger. Kreacher isn't into the erotic spank. Just to clarify. His spanking is NOT the good kind. Do a google on erotic spanking to find out more on the good kind.
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And why does Hermione's body keep responding to her two Masters when her mind struggles to stop it? It's because Kreacher is continuing his night time teaching.
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Yeah, yeah, I know. Rolls eyes....
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Oh! Almost forgot about some links:
http://b00bs.tribe.net/thread/9a9d2ff0-bb91-4a2d-a8f0-bb12410893cc
http://www.extremerestraints.com/bunny-tail-butt-plug_440.html
(*giggles* I didn't know there was such a thing as bunny tail butt plugs!)
http://www.extremerestraints.com/steel-nose-hook_631.html
http://sextoys.uniblogger.com/
http://blog.vibrator.com/bdsm-for-beginners.html
http://www.venusenvy.ca/Resources/SaferBDSM.asp
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