Stitched Mouths

Hermione walked along the line of cells on the right. They were empty except for the last one, Blaise sat there, his mask sitting next to him as he glanced over all four of his captors. She then looked to Vanessa who had on a monoglove that twisted her arms back behind her and laced them together. A black strap buckled around her wrists was connected to a short leather strap hooked to the stone wall behind her. Hermione slowly walked towards her and stopped, Draco was next to Vanessa while Ron and Harry framed either side of Hermione. She smiled slowly at the struggling woman.

“You’ve been a very naughty little brat lately Ms. Lestrange,” Hermione murmured.

“You have no right to kidnap me like this. I demand to be released,” Vanessa shouted, glaring at Hermione.

“You’re such a pretty little vixen, aren’t you,” Hermione lightly ran her finger along Vanessa’s exposed chin. “I think I’ll let you stay there and watch. Harry, Ron, go ahead and prep her while we get our other toy ready,” Hermione ordered and turned to Blaise who was now standing at the bars.

“If you cooperate with us, we won’t have to resort to desperate measures, do you understand Blaise?” Hermione asked.

“What are you going to do to us?” Blaise asked as Draco opened the cell door, Hermione kept her wand trained on the only unmasked person in the room.

“I’m going to teach you two a very valuable lesson,” Hermione answered as Draco slid Blaise’s robes off to reveal a simple white silk dress shirt and black slacks. He then helped Blaise out of his shirt and then wrapped silk cord around his wrists. Draco then led Blaise out of the cell and over to the otherside of the dungeon.

“Have you ever been tied up?” Hermione asked as Draco made Blaise kneel onto a velvet black pillow. He then grabbed another line of silk cord to wrap around Blaise’s elbows and up around his shoulders.

“No, not really,” Blaise answered.

“We have a mark,” Harry called, Hermione turned and walked over to Vanessa, he tapped his finger on the Dark Mark tattooed on the inside of Vanessa’s right thigh. Hermione clicked her tongue, shaking her head as Draco hooked Blaise to the wall behind him and joined the rest.

“When did you get that?” Draco asked.

“Three days ago,” Blaise spoke up behind them.

“Do you have one?” Draco asked, turning around to his best friend who shook his head.

“You know me better than that,” he answered stonily.

“So why do it?” Hermione asked, turning back to Vanessa who frowned darkly.

“My parents made me, I had no choice,” Vanessa answered, Hermione slowly raised an eyebrow then leaned forward to get into the shorter woman’s face.

“Are you lying to me?” Hermione breathed.

“No, I’m not,” Vanessa replied without flinching, Hermione took a step back and nodded to her boys. Harry turned her around, hooking her to the ceiling as Ron spread her ankles, buckling straps to each and connecting them to a long pole so she couldn’t pull them back together. Hermione was at the wall of hanging whips and other such beating instruments. The Malfoy’s had a larger collection than her own which suited her fine but she also knew she wouldn’t be using most of them. There were some instruments she refused to use. She then selected a leather cat o’ nine tails with out the thorns and walked back to Vanessa.

“Did Voldemort use the Crutacious on you Vanessa?” Hermione called, snapping the whip taught in her hands.

“It’s required for induction,” Vanessa replied, lifting her head and looking over at Draco who was standing next to her with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Did he make you do other things?” Hermione asked, running her hand down Vanessa’s soft milky white back. Vanessa felt her face grow hot both from past memories and from being felt up naked in front of three men and her boyfriend by another girl.

“Define other things,” Vanessa finally ground out. Hermione smartly snapped her hand across Vanessa’s backside.

“I make the requests, I speak the questions and I do the ordering,” Hermione said clearly, massaging the flesh she had just spanked.

“You have no right-“ Vanessa started to shout but another spank landed on her backside once again and then another and another. The sting started to get worse and she finally cried out, Hermione instantly stopped.

“Repeat what I said,” Hermione ordered.

“You make the requests, you are the one who does the questioning, you do the ordering,” Vanessa finally panted out, Hermione nodded, satisfied as she lightly ran her fingertips over Vanessa’s burning red buttocks.

“Good, now let’s continue shall we? I asked you a question, what else did Voldemort make you do? I want to know exactly what happened during your induction into the Death Eater ranks,” Hermione explained. “And I will know when you lie,” Hermione warned.

“Can’t tell you everything tied up like this,” Vanessa forced out of her mouth after a long silence, Hermione nodded to Harry who unhooked her from the ceiling and picked her up, turning her back around and hooking her back up to the wall. Vanessa looked around at the people standing, staring at her expectantly and she looked down on Hermione’s black leather boots.

“He tortured me. He breaks everyone that he accepts as a Death Eater. He says it is the only way he can trust us, by seeing us at our lowest. He’ll know our breaking points then and know what to use us for. He tortured me all night and at the end he finally gave me the Mark then set the Crutacious on me as I screamed, so broken I couldn’t feel my own soul anymore. I kept thinking that he had taken it and I couldn’t get it back, would never get it back,” Vanessa shook her head, willing the tears to not fall. Hermione reached forward and slid her fingers down Vanessa’s cheek, lifting her head up to meet her gaze.

“Breaking you only proves one point, that you are human. We all have breaking points. A true master coaxes you to that point and once there, pieces you back together. Builds you stronger than you were and in the end, you trust eachother. Do you trust Voldemort?” Hermione asked, holding Vanessa’s eyes.

“No,” She answered.

“Exactly, you are very strong. Don’t think any differently, I admire you for that but I don’t want to see your talents go to waste on a man who has no clue how to lead you. He must know how to love you because every master or mistress must love those underneath them in someway because love is the ultimate bond. You are gorgeous, talented, strong and intelligent,” Hermione told her then took a step back again.
“I will save you but only if you let me,” Hermione said then turned and walked away. Harry unhooked her from the wall and then from the pole. He led her to a cell and locked her in.

Hermione stood before Blaise, tapping her index finger against her jaw, giving him a thoughtful expression. Draco stood next to her. She then walked around Blaise, examining him, tapping her whip against her lightly.

“Blaise, are you aware that you have a wonderful neck and collarbone. They’re exquisite, the very idea of structure and beauty,” Hermione complimented him, Blaise silently followed her with his eyes.

“Draco, you are aware of your best friend’s beauty?” Hermione looked up at the blonde who shrugged.

“Sure,” He simply answered.

“Blaise, have you ever seen your best friend naked?” Hermione looked to the rust red head.

“Yeah, we’re both on the Quidditch team,” he replied.

“Have you ever seen him strip down?” Hermione gestured to Draco who slid his robes off and he started unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off. He kicked off his shoes and slid his pants and boxers down. Blaise looked up at Hermione who smirked back at him. She pulled Draco forward, kissing him hungrily, sliding her hands down his arms and grasping his butt tightly before pulling back from him.

“Ever seen him do that?” Hermione asked, Blaise shrugged back.

“How about this?” Hermione whispered something in Draco’s ear and took a step back. Draco kneeled down in front of Blaise, sliding his arms over his shoulders. Blaise’s widened as Draco started to lean in, he leaned back in response but Draco wrapped his hand around the back of Blaise’s neck, pulling him forward as he laid his lips lightly onto his. Blaise made a shocked noise at the back of his throat, tensing up as Draco’s tongue traced his lips. He gasped as he felt Draco mold his body against his and he took the opportunity of plunging his tongue in. Blaise made a protesting sound as Draco plundered his mouth, he then pulled back, lightly pecking Blaise’s lips as he unwound himself from his best friend and stood back up. Hermione wrapped her arm around his waist, running the whip down Draco’s chest and lightly nudging his halfway hardness.

“It’s alright Blaise, Draco kisses by the books as they may say. I can understand your reaction,” Hermione smiled up at Draco, Blaise blinked, confused. He felt the haze of lust clouding his senses but was truly shocked to look down on his erection tenting the front of pants.

“What is this? A chance to prove this Zabini is a poof?” Blaise ground out, frowning darkly.

“We already knew that Blaise, the problem is getting you to realize it before you go too far,” Hermione explained. “You’ve been very bad, you have hurt one of my own and I will not stand for that,” Hermione breathed, stepping away from Draco. Blaise felt a twinge of fear flow through him, heightening his aroused state. He looked between his best friend and Hermione but then he noticed Ron walking up next to Draco.

“Look, you are a very smart man and because of that, I hope you can understand that we only want the best for you and for us. But I can’t let what you’ve done go unpunished,” Hermione held out the whip to Ron who pulled off his mask while accepting the long leather whip. He walked forward and pulled Blaise’s chin up to look into his smoldering dark brown eyes. He then leaned down and kissed him heavily before straightening and nodding to Draco. He pulled Blaise to his feet, unwinding the cords on his arms then snapping black leather cuffs onto both wrists, attaching each to hooks in the ceiling, spreading Blaise’s exposed back. Draco then stood in front of Blaise, crossing his arms over his chest as Ron let the whip crack against his back. Blaise grunted, tensing up, suddenly Draco grabbed the back of his neck, forcing his lips onto his, muffling his sounds of pain, swallowing them.

“Enough,” Hermione shouted, Ron stopped, looking to Hermione as she inspected the welts left on Blaise’s dark olive skin. Draco slipped his hand from rubbing Blaise’s erection and took a step back as Hermione walked around.

“Yes, you are very beautiful when in pain, Ron was right,” Hermione ran her finger down Blaise’s sweating chest, she then looked up into his hooded eyes.

“Do you trust Ron?” Hermione asked, Blaise looked to Ron who had stepped up next to Draco.

“I do,” He finally answered, she nodded, looking down his body.

“Do you trust Draco? Your best friend,” she continued.

“Of course,” he automatically answered, she smirked, lightly running her fingers down his chest and stopping at the waistband of his slacks.

“Do you trust me?” Hermione looked up into his eyes.

“I don’t know,” he replied, she deftly unbuttoned his pants and let them slide to the floor.

“You are very honest, I like that in my toys, they get what they want when they answer me,” she murmured, kissing his neck lightly. She flowed down to her knees and slid his boxers down, taking his erection in her hands. She glanced up at him before taking it into her mouth, he hissed at the sudden engulfing heat. She sucked on him, running her fingers down his inner thigh and up to his balls. He groaned, feeling his release start to build up. He cried out as he came, she pulled back, letting him finish. She then stood up, running her fingers down his cheek before turning and walking to the door.

“We’ll continue this later my sweets,” Hermione said before disappearing out the door. Draco and Ron helped Blaise out of his restraints and into a separate cell. They all then followed Hermione out.

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