Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 15,768
Chapter 7 Edit Date: 11/15/08
Clean-up editing: 04/22/2009
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Warning:
This chapter deals with forcing someone to perform sex acts on others (other than Hermione)...
If you are not comfortable with forced male slash, tread carefully...
This also deals with actual torture techniques...
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Chapter 7 – The Cherry Is Confined

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Previously:
“Yeah. Thanks, Sirius. I appreciate this. I'm glad I talked to you about this.”

With a solemn look on his face, Sirius looked Harry in the eye as he clapped him on the shoulder, “So am I, Harry, so am I.”

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And, that night, Kreacher made sure Hermione knew that he had indeed been watching her. And he punished her severely while Sirius joined in, telling her his slave displeased him greatly. Sirius was especially angry his Godson was now involved. This time, Sirius bound her, naked, bent over a wooden, straight-backed chair to show his displeasure; her legs were parted and tied to each chair at the knee and ankle (spreading her nice and wide), she was bent at the waist over the low chair back (Sirius had to charm the chair back so it lowered to the height of her pelvis), her arms tied with ropes to the front chair legs so she was stretched out uncomfortably; she wasn't able to move at all from this position. When he tired of her pleas and cries, he gagged her by shoving a sock in her mouth and tying a scarf roughly around her head. He could have used a silencing charm, but it was tremendously satisfying to see the red scarf jammed into her mouth. Besides, he wanted to hear her squeal; he just didn't want to deal with her crying, screaming, or incessant begging.

Her Masters stood on either side of her ass and pounded into her what she had better do, what she had better not do, and what she had better not say.

Hermione found being bound like this terrifying. She wasn't able to do anything at all, she couldn't wiggle a little in another direction to keep them from hitting a certain part of her body, she couldn't tighten her buttocks effectively to help cushion their blows, she couldn't attempt avoidance of their hands or of their hard, probing fingers. Master Kreacher kept grabbing and yanking on her left breast in between slaps and it was getting very sore from his nails digging into her. A few times, she thought she was going to vomit due her bent over position, she could feel bile come up and soak into the sock or run out of her nose. The backs of her legs were stretched uncomfortably and she felt the discomfort from her buttocks down to her ankles, especially in the back of her thighs. Master Kreacher kept hitting her thighs with his hands and she felt her legs go into painful spasms a few times. For the first time, she was truly afraid for her safety and feared they might cause her an injury Master wouldn't be able to heal.

Sirius told her it was obvious that a mere spanking wasn't enough, for if that were so, she would be enjoying a great fuck session instead of being punished. As it was, he decided she wasn't going to enjoy herself at all tonight but that they would. She looked up at him from her bent over position on the chair, tears in her eyes. She wanted to tell him she didn't tell Harry anything, that she tried to be a good girl. But, he wouldn't listen to her when he first came to her room, and now, with the gag, she couldn't tell him anything at all.

She was restrained in a perfect position for several other punishments as well, and they took advantage of that, causing her pain as they enjoyed themselves. Kreacher showed Sirius some new instruments that could be used for punishment, and they experimented with them on her. Sirius kept the gag in her mouth while they played. For the first time, he really wanted to make her scream in pain. He saw the allure of it for Kreacher now. He knew his need to hurt her was because he was angry, he knew he wouldn't want to do this all the time. Usually, he didn't like to see her cry and hurting. But tonight was different. He was so very angry with her, and he wanted to make sure she knew it. She had almost ruined everything. Had Harry gone to Remus, he was sure Remus would have isolated Hermione and worked at her until she talked. He was still shaken by the thought of how close he came to being discovered.

Tonight was a night for punishment, and he was going to learn how to do it properly. She was going to learn what happened to Sex Slaves who were naughty.

Their next course of punishment was putting a wet pillowcase over her head and molding it to her face. Hermione couldn't breathe and fought for breath, her whole body straining against the ropes as she squealed throatily; her lungs burning as she felt an overwhelming sensation to take in a breath; her diaphragm fighting mightily to overcome the water tension contained within the weave of the fabric. They took the wet pillowcase off of her when she passed out, Sirius checking her anxiously at first to make sure she resumed breathing spontaneously. They put it back on her when she regained consciousness. Again, it was removed when she smothered and passed out. When she roused, Sirius knelt down beside her and grabbed her chin, turning her face so she had to look at him. He leaned forward so his face was close to hers and hissed that if she ever told anyone about being their Sex Slave, they would put the pillowcase on and leave it on. He told her Ginny would be an excellent replacement for her if she were to disappear permanently, so she needed to make sure she didn't displease him to the point of having the wet pillowcase on her head for good. Hermione's eyes grew wide when he told her they would use Ginny next; he was glad to see tears flood her eyes as she shook her head wildly, causing her hair, wet from the pillowcase and sticking to her face, to splatter water as it flew about. She was squealing and he knew she was trying to talk, to get any word out she could past her sock gag. He wasn't sure what she was trying to tell him, but he didn't care. She was going to learn or be sorry. He'd never kill her, but she didn't need to know that. And he knew he'd never go for Ginny either. She didn't appeal to him like Hermione did. Besides, he could tell Harry liked Ginny even if Harry didn't know that yet and he didn't want to upset Harry by taking his girl from him. But, Hermione didn't need to know all that either. Maybe she'd behave better if she thought they'd go for Ginny next. He thought about that a moment, realizing he had a powerful tool to make her do what he wanted and it didn't require pain or torture. This realization also came upon Kreacher as he stood behind Master and watched him as he threatened their slave.

Since he had already told her she wouldn't enjoy this night, he put the wet pillowcase back over her head as she squealed and thrashed her head around. She couldn't move away from him due to being bound to the chair so it was quite easy to cover her head. He found he did like watching her struggle, doing this to her seemed interestingly effective. After putting the pillowcase on her another half-dozen times, and watching her head bobbing about frantically, he became bored with this particular method of persuasion and looked to Kreacher for more ideas. Tonight was a night of punishment, and he let Kreacher be the one to make decisions on her treatment. He found Kreacher had a very good imagination and had many interesting ideas on what to do with her. He was pleased to find that he indeed did learn quite a few new things that night.

When they finally released her from the chair, Sirius decided to help Kreacher with his favorite method of punishment - the nipple pull. First, they each grabbed a nipple and pulled her around a bit, but that made his hands cramp, and Sirius grew tired of being bent over as he walked around with her. Kreacher pulled out his nipple clips and put them on her as she cried into her gag. These nipple clips had chains on them. They each had a tight hold of a chain as they forced her to follow them on her knees. After a while, Sirius removed her gag. They then made her follow them, chains in hand, on her knees, repeating how sorry she was for being a bad girl. Sirius was sure that she would never tell anyone about their relationship by the time they were done. Now that they had her punishment out of the way, he took in a deep, satisfied breath as he thought about the rest of the night; about what his Kitten would do for him to make amends.

Sirius healed her of any wounds he thought serious enough to warrant it, such as her anal fissures and tears, but he didn't heal her with paste this time. He decided her lessons needed to sink in for such a serious infraction of the rules. Once he finished healing her, she got busy ameliorating herself in their eyes.

The next day, Hermione had trouble sitting and spent much of her time standing. She used the excuse she had fallen down a step while coming down for lunch, jarring her bottom. Mrs. Weasley insisted upon giving her a healing paste but Hermione didn't use it, she put it aside and lay on her stomach when she went back to her room. She was sure Master Kreacher was watching her somehow and she didn't want more punishment. She cried herself to sleep at the injustice of her situation.

That night, her Master healed her and made her feel better, he stated that she was a good girl for following his orders and not using the paste Mrs. Weasley had given her. She felt an overwhelming feeling of gratitude towards Master for realizing she had tried to be good and for making her feel better. She tried hard to please him that night, wanting to show him how grateful she was.

Over the ensuing weeks, Hermione struggled to deal with her new life. In spite of her Masters instructing her to act normal, Hermione found she could not. She tried, but found she could not concentrate long enough to carry on long conversations. She tried to smile when she thought it was appropriate, but she felt like her face was wooden. At first, she had tried to laugh at jokes, but her laugh was forced and the others looked at her funny. She contented herself with a sort of quirky smile when she thought she should laugh. She pretended to read so they thought she was acting her usual self but in truth, she couldn't concentrate on the written words and would read the same paragraph repeatedly without comprehension. She even attempted reading out loud knowing that doing this used a different part of her brain and might help her remember what she had read, but it was useless.

Hermione now found that she had a great deal of trouble deciding what emotion she should connect with certain events that occurred around her. What had been so natural had become something she had to think about, decipher a response, and then deliver said response. Sometimes she had to process her response through her head a few times. If a laugh seemed appropriate, she had to think how hard a laugh, how long to laugh, and what type of laugh. Then she would rethink, realizing her laugh sounded funny, so then she would decide to just smile. But her smiles were stiff and she looked in pain. So she would finally decide to give a huff and quirk the side of her mouth. Therefore, her responses to certain events were delayed and stilted.

The other kids continued to try cheering her up, especially after what Harry told them. The twins brought items from their Joke Shop to amuse her, and tried to engage her in conversation by asking for solutions to some of their products' more pressing problems. But Hermione continued to stay by herself most of the time, and when she was with her friends, she remained mostly silent. She was sullen, withdrawn, and seemed unreachable.

She found herself daydreaming of the day she went to Hogwarts. She would be free of her two Masters. And, maybe then she would be safe enough to tell someone what was going on. She didn't care if Master went back to Azkaban anymore. She was in her own form of Azkaban right now, and she didn't do anything! Well, she flirted with Master. She made a mental note to never flirt with anyone again. She would never have a boyfriend, never marry, and be alone forever. Then, maybe, she'd be safe.

And, she never entered the library anymore, which was so unlike her that even thick-headed Ron took notice.

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Each night that summer, except for the night Sirius said he would leave her be, her Masters visited Hermione in her room; they stayed until 3am, leaving them time to sleep before everyone else began their day. Sometimes Master had to reapply the paste and potion to her body, but he tried to keep things under control so it wasn't needed. He kept true to his word about calling her slave and only using his pet names for her. And, each night, when they came to her door, Sirius found it amusing that she tried to block it with spells. He often brought his magazines with him and he made Hermione look at them; they would then copy the poses the people were in, then practice the sex acts. Some nights, to add variety, they would take her to Sirius' room or to another part of the house. Sirius' favorite room to visit was the library. Thrice, they were almost caught by another member of the household as they walked by on their way to the kitchen, Sirius holding his hand tightly over her mouth and threatening her within an inch of her life if she made any noise, Kreacher's face in hers to ensure she knew they meant business.

Her Masters continued teaching her her new role. She only had to be punished once more since her second night as their sex slave - for accidentally crying out in the library when Kreacher penetrated her too rigorously. Other than that, she had been perfect for them.

Kreacher used every opportunity he could to torment her with her nipples. Initially, Sirius watched Kreacher tormenting her breasts with alarm and he strongly discouraged him from doing that to her; it was one thing when they did it to punish her, but it was another to do it for fun. Soon, however, he would allow Kreacher to indulge himself with his nipple pulling and twisting, knowing he would be able to heal her with the paste once Kreacher finished. He figured that Kreacher deserved his little sexual quirks, just as he did; as long as she wasn't permanently damaged, he saw no harm in allowing Kreacher his fun. Kreacher really enjoyed having his filthy Mudblood slave follow him in pain on her knees. Sometimes he used his nipple clips on a chain – using the chain to make her follow him obediently on her knees, all the while making her call him Master. But he really liked using his fingers, it was far more satisfying to roll, pinch, and twist her tissues as he pulled.

As time wore on, Sirius grew tired of having to be careful when entering her room. He wanted to make her do things without fear of being caught. He craved being able to fuck her anytime he wanted, not just when she was alone in her room at night. Kreacher knew just how to fix his now beloved Master's dilemma. Kreacher put the idea of kidnapping her and making her his very own private sex slave into Master Sirius' head. Master praised Kreacher, saying his ideas were gems. So, one night, Master bound her tightly with invisible ropes, gagged her, and hid her at headquarters where no one but he knew to look - it was his childhood home after all; he knew its secrets. And one of its secrets was a sound-proofed, magically-hidden room cleverly built so it was concealed behind the laundry shelves in the basement. This was where his father kept his own Mudblood sex slaves until he grew tired of them. His mother knew about the room and would often accompany her husband with his playthings. Sirius knew of the room as he was growing up but rarely entered it, at the time not agreeing with his parents' view of Mudblood women. Kreacher thought, with approval, that Master Sirius was finally following in his father's footsteps.

When it was discovered she was missing, her wand still on her nightstand, Sirius had to endure questioning by members of the Order. At first, he was considered their prime suspect. Harry had been very upset when his Godfather had been accused, refusing to listen to the circumstantial evidence. Snape stood in the shadows, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching warily but not interfering. Moody confronted Sirius, accusing him of raping her; they actually came nose-to-nose at one point until Albus and Remus stepped between them to stop their fight from escalating out of control.

“I know you did it, you mangy mutt! You're so irresponsible and selfish! What did you do with her after you raped her? Tell me!”

“I did nothing to her, nothing! I can't believe you're accusing me of this!” Sirius ran his hands through his hair tiredly; he had been up all night playing chess, then was unable to sleep as he thought about his Kitten alone with Kreacher.

“How'd you do it? Did you grab her in the library? Did she run away after what you did to her? She left without her wand, you bastard! You know that's a death-knell on her if she's caught by the other side!” Mad-Eyes hand slammed down on the table, causing several teacups to rattle on their saucers.

“I'm sick and tired of these groundless accusations! I did not touch the girl, damn it!”

“What the fuck did you do to her! You know you did it! We know you did it! Just confess and tell us where the girl is!” This time, a closed fist crashed onto the table, tea splattering out of a cup as it tipped onto its side.

“Moody! I really don't think it's fair of you to accuse Sirius! He's my Godfather and I don't think my Dad would have chosen someone who would kidnap and rape someone!” Harry's hands were clenched at his sides as he came to his Godfathers defense.

“Yeah, Potter?” Alaster's eye stopped whizzing as it gazed at Harry. “You don't know what you are capable of until you've lived in Azkaban a while!” His eye spun to look at Sirius. “So, where is she, you baby rapist!”

“You bastard! How dare you!”

Harry jumped defensively in front of Sirius. “What about Snape! Why don't you accuse him! Why only accuse Sirius?” Harry jutted his hand accusingly towards his Potions Master.

“Potter.” Harry heard the snarl come from the shadows where he knew Snape was standing.

“Well, what about it? How many times have you been alone with Hermione?! How many times have you kidnapped and raped girls like her?”

Professor Snape stood up slowly and came out of the shadows, his eyes on Harry. Harry felt the hair stand up on the back of his neck, but he didn't back down.

“Well?!”

Spoken in a controlled low voice, Severus responded coldly, “Potter, while I acknowledge your interminable malevolence towards me as basis for your turning this conversation in my direction, I will not have a little swot like you accusing me of raping and kidnapping a student.”

“But it's okay for everyone to accuse Sirius! Sirius would never hurt Hermione! You, on the other hand...”

Snapes voice was a commanding snarl, full of wrath. “Again, I will not be accused of rape. I believe my being absent much of the time from this hell hole of a home speaks for itself.”

“As if you couldn't sneak in if you wanted to!”

“Harry! Harry. Professor Snape is not suspect. He is not able to come into this house without setting off the wards. As is the same for all of us. He is rarely in this home. Do not accuse without proof.”

“But, Professor Dumbledore! They're accusing Sirius! What proof do they have to accuse him?”

“Plenty of circumstantial evidence, Potter. Right Black? I'm telling you to tell me where she is, now!”

Moody had grabbed Harry by the arm and pushed him out of the way. He took a step closer to Sirius, his stance threatening.

Also taking a step towards Moody, his face livid with anger, Sirius pulled his wand. “Number one, don't touch my Godson! And second, I'm telling you, you fucking asshole of an Auror, I don't have her, damn it!”

Moody stepped back and pulled his wand, raising it towards Sirius, the air crackling with their anger. Dumbledore and Remus hastily stepped between the pair, Remus facing Sirius. “Sirius! Calm down!”

“You tell that bastard to back off then, Remus!”

“Alaster! I will only tell you once to put your wand away. Both of you, now!”

“You're making a mistake, Albus.”

Slowly, hesitantly, both men lowered their wands, Moody's eye whizzing about crazily, but neither man put their wand away.

“Sirius, I apologize for allowing the situation to get out of hand, but you must understand, we fear for Miss Granger's well-being.”

“I know, Albus, I know. But, for Merlin's sake! I don't want to be falsely accused and sent back there! I'll kill myself first!”

“Sirius couldn't have done anything to Hermione! We played chess until dawn. He couldn't have done anything to her!”

Moody's eye stopped whizzing and zeroed in on Ron's face.

“Weasley, you sure about this? All night?”

“Yes! All night.” Ron paled as he looked nervously from Mad-Eye to Sirius, then back to Mad-Eye again.

“And you didn't fall asleep?”

“No, we played through the night, I swear.”

“Seems mighty convenient to have her future lover-boy sticking up for you, now doesn't it? Seems that way to me. Let me guess, this is the first night the two of you have ever played all night, isn't it?”

“No, we've done so a few times before. Sirius can't stand to lose and I beat him all the time. Though last night he got really close to beating me twice.”

And so it was, Sirius thought, so it was. Luckily for Sirius, he had planned ahead so he'd have a convincing alibi. Kreacher had been the one to suggest having Ron bring her to the slave room instead of either of them doing it.

“Master, make the blood-traitor bring her down, it is fitting that the one she truly wants, be the one to deliver her to her fate.”

Yes, the more Sirius thought about it, the more he agreed with Kreacher. The Weasley snot should be the one to introduce her to her new life, then be made to make a grand good-bye to his lady love, leaving her to them forever. He smiled when he remembered the shock on Weasley's face when he first raised his wand to cast the curse, the kid's reflexes being so slow he wondered how the boy had survived being Harry's friend so far.

He and Ron had indeed played several games of chess in the library, and at one point, in the middle of a game, Sirius Imperiused the little shit. He guided the boy to her room, had him sling Hermione over his shoulder, and carry her down the basement steps into the sex slave room. He then had him lay her gently on a grandly carved, dark cherry, king-sized, four-poster bed. Sirius had the room redecorated nicely, nothing but the best for his Kitten.

The room had deep blue walls (her favorite color) with silver trim. The sheets were ocean blue silk, the duvet in multi-colored blue stripes. The walls were lined in bookshelves that contained hundreds of books for her to read when she wasn't busy serving her Masters. Sirius had even had pale blue rugs scattered haphazardly on the floor. The bathroom, with its large claw-footed tub, had pale blue tiling. And the room was quite large, it's open floor plan including a kitchenette, dining area, living area, and bedroom. He redecorated it so that one wall was devoted to all of his sex slave tools and toys – chains, cuffs, whips, floggers, collars, leashes, leather vests. He had planned the room carefully. Sirius felt it would serve his purposes just beautifully. When she wasn't keeping him happy, she would be busy with Kreacher.

Once she was on the bed, Sirius released the ropes only to have the boy quickly handcuff her, spread-eagled, before she could even begin to fight. He then had Ron remove the gag. He was prepared to leave her at the mercy of Kreacher so he could escort Ron back upstairs, planning to prosaically play chess through the night in order to complete his ruse, when he saw the look of utter misery mingled with love on the girl's face as she looked longingly at the boy. Sirius suddenly had an overwhelming sensation of anger and jealousy well up in him against Weasley. He knew Hermione liked Ron, and it angered him that she should have those affections for someone other than himself. He decided to have some malicious fun at the boy's expense. Yes, perhaps his behavior was a bit juvenile, but he felt a murderous need to punish the boy, and he felt this would dig deep into his psyche, making a huge impact that an Obliviation wouldn't completely eradicate.

He turned from the door, his narrowed eyes sliding back and forth between the two of them. “Ron? You want her, don't you? Tell the truth, I know you do.”

Ron's eyes roved over her body, pausing at her breasts. “Yes, I want her.” His voice came out in a hoarse whisper.

Sirius crossed his arms and nonchalantly leaned back against the wall. He spoke slowly and calmly. “You want her for a girlfriend, Ron?”

“I think so.” Ron's eyes were still glued to her tits. Hermione could almost feel his stare touching them; she found herself unwillingly becoming aroused, her nipples hardening for him.

Sirius noted the beginnings of her arousal as he walked slowly from the door and stood next to Ron. “Oh, I know you do, Ronald. It may not be conscious thought for you just yet, but I know you do.”

Ron closed his eyes momentarily, then admitted, “Yes, I want her for a girlfriend.”

“Hermione, Kitten, did you hear that? He wants you. Do you want him?” Sirius briefly turned his head to look at Hermione, then back at Ron. “I know you do, Kitten, I know you do. Look at her tits, Ronald. See how hard they are? See how her nipples are growing and darkening? I'll bet her twat's getting good and wet for you, Ron. What do you say, Kitten? Are you wet for Ronald? Are you very, very wet?”

“Please! Please! Don't do this, Sirius! Please! Don't hurt him, don't hurt Ron!”

Waving his hand in a gesture of dismissal, he told her, “I'll deal with you later, my little Kitten. You're starting to displease me.”

“Master, Master, she needs some punishment! I'll give it to her! Let me punish her!”

“Not now, Kreacher. Later you may, I promise. We have some pressing needs here. Ron wants her but he can't have her. She's mine.” Sirius looked directly into Ron's eyes as he spoke; his voice a low, possessive growl.

Ron's eyes were wide with fear and shock. He couldn't believe what Sirius was saying. He was deranged. Deranged and hurting Hermione. And he made him bring her here, down to this hidden room. Was it for torture? He looked around and saw handcuffs on the walls, whips, and other items he never thought he'd see Hermione near. Were those pincers? What would Sirius want pincers for? He shuddered at the implication. He became very afraid for Hermione. And for himself.

“Well, Ronald. Since you want her so much, I'll let you have her.” Sirius hesitated for a moment, thinking, before continuing on, “Well, not all of her. You'll never get to fuck her, not in the traditional sense. But I'll let you have those wonderful tits of hers that you've been staring at. What do you say, Ronald? Do you want them? Do you want to suck on them?”

Ron really didn't want to, not at this point in time. Yesterday he wouldn't have hesitated if she had entered his room and taken her shirt off, he would have pounced on her in a second flat. But, today? Right now? No. No way.

“No, no, I don't want to touch her. I don't want to hurt her.” He shook his head no as he spoke but he couldn't tear his eyes from her body. He had only ever seen images of naked women in magazines before, and couldn't see enough of Hermione's. He discovered her clothes covered far more than he realized. His eyes strayed from the triangle of hair at the juncture of her legs, traveled along her barely rounded abdomen, and came to rest on her breasts, then would go back again. Sirius laughed as he watched Ron's eyes roving over her body.

“Oh, now, Ronald. I thought only Harry was able to fight this curse. How noble of you. But I think you want to. Go on. You won't hurt her. Somewhere in the back of that little mind of yours, I know you have those lecherous wants and needs every teenage boy has, and I know they haven't been met yet. You're still a virgin, aren't you?” Sirius glanced at Ron's crotch.

Ron turned a bright shade of pink. “Yes.”

“Yes, I thought you might be from the way your eyes nearly popped-out when you saw Hermione's body. She's quite sexy, isn't she? And no-one realized it, no-one but me.” Sirius took in a deep breath, exhaling loudly as he continued. “Well, Ronald. For the time being, you're going to stay a virgin. To a point. I have plans for you with my Kitten.”

Sirius turned and bent over Hermione, his hands landing on either side of her breasts, just under her axilla. He whispered to her, “Baby, I know your going to enjoy this. I'm ordering you to lay back and enjoy. Don't ruin it for Ron. I'm actually going to be very generous with my treatment of him, you'll see.” He bent down and kissed the tip of her nose. He saw the tears falling from her eyes, and watched as they landed in her hair. He licked some of the tears off, kissing her temples as he did so.

Her soft brown eyes darted back and forth rapidly, looking intensely into his own, whispered back through trembling lips as more tears fell, “Please, Master. Don't hurt Ron. Please. I'll do anything you want. Please.”

His lips brushed her ear as he spoke softly. “Baby, I'm not going to harm him, I promise. I'm just going to allow him to realize a fantasy while I get to have a little fun with him. You'll see. He won't be hurt. I know how a teenage boy thinks. Like I told you, hon, just lay back and enjoy.” He kissed her ear, then spoke in a soft snarl. “Don't be stubborn, Kitten, and Ron won't get hurt.” He pulled back from her, his eyes probing hers, his face stern. She looked from him to Ron, then back again, comprehending his meaning. He kissed her lips briefly as he straightened up.

Turning to look at Ron, a smile on his face, he walked slowly, stopping next to the boy.

His voice remained low, soft. “Yes, I do believe I'm going to enjoy this as much as you, Kitten.” His voice intensified as he clapped his hands; Ron jumped at the sudden, loud noise. “Now, Ron, virgin teenage boys do tend to daydream about having a girl, don't they? And here's one all tied down and unable to refuse your advances. So, how about if you have at those lovely little melons of hers? Go on, Ronald, I know you want them.” Sirius mockingly bowed towards Ron as he gestured towards Hermione.

“Ron! Ron! No! Please, Sirius! Please, don't do this! Don't humiliate him like this! I promise I'll do anything you want! Please, Master, please!”

But Sirius ignored her pleas and let Ron have free rein over her breasts. He really did have a heart, and knew the boy wanted her body as much as he did. But that was all he allowed, the tit-sucking. Ron actually had the nerve to put his hand between her legs and tried to climb on top of her at one point, but Sirius laughed and made him get off, telling him she was Sirius' property to fuck and not his. He was only allowed to touch her breasts.

Ron stiffly lowered himself onto his knees next to her on the bed, his head hanging down as if in defeat. He slowly placed his trembling hands on her waist, his eyes on her breasts. She could feel him fighting the curse, trying to keep from succumbing to it, but she saw he was losing the battle as he neared her. She looked at her Master, saw him watching intently, his hand rubbing his crotch, and she closed her eyes, concentrating on allowing herself to respond freely to Ron's touch. She opened her eyes and watched Ron's tongue come out hesitantly, preparing to lave her turgid nipple, his eyes intent on his target. Her excitement growing, she twisted her back, pushing her breast towards him, wanting him to hurry. She moaned quietly and begged him in a barely restrained whisper, “Please, Ron. Oh Gods, please.”

She felt his hands sliding up her torso, agonizingly slow, as he continued to fight the curse, moving up towards her breasts until he had them cupped around her, his thumbs caressing her nipples. She closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on the delicious feel of his hands as he gently groped her. She wiggled in frustration and gave a mewl of longing; he responded to her with a shaky groan, “Please, Hermione. No.” His descent did not falter. His warm, shaky breath swirled around her nipple as he continued to unwillingly lower himself, it's intensity increasing as he neared his prize.

At long last, she felt the moist warmth of his tongue as he swiped it slowly over her nipple with the flat of his tongue, then came back to lave her pebbled areola and circle her peak several times before coming down forcefully and sucking her deep into his mouth. Her eyes shot open when he first made contact, her head rearing back as she gave a startled gasp, then gave out a long, lustful moan, saying his name in a passionate hiss. Her back came off the bed, pushing her deeper into his mouth. She knew she should feel otherwise, especially since he was fighting so hard to keep from touching her, but his mouth felt heavenly. The warmth of his tongue and the strength of his suck made her body move on its own; she tried to pull her arms down so she could grab his head and push his mouth closer to her as she threw her head back while her back arched, her ass driving into the bed as her legs tried to open further. She could feel fluid seeping from her vagina, flowing slowly down to lubricate her ass. Gasping, she looked at Ron and saw his eyes were full of fear and shame as he began mouthing her, causing her a pang of guilt for allowing her traitorous body to respond so strongly. She struggled to get her words out in trembling, breathy, high-pitched whispers, telling him that she was sorry, she knew he didn't want to do this, that it was all right, she understood. She gave out little gasps and moans as she spoke to him while she writhed beneath his hands and mouth. And all the while, with tears in his eyes, he sucked her teat deep into his mouth, slowly swirling his tongue around her hardened nipple, and then popping it out, over and over. Suck. Swirl. Pop. Suck. Swirl. Pop. First one breast then the other, back and forth.

She didn't know how long he was at her, she lost track of time as she responded to his sedulous mouth; it was so deliciously warm on her cool skin, his sucking stretching her areola and nipple enticingly towards his throat, making her wonder what it would be like to have him suck baby's milk from her. She thought she felt his suck pull far into her breast tissue and she felt a sensation of immense heat flood her tits. She began to feel the lovely pull in her clit with each suck as she begged him to finger her, begged him to fuck her. Indeed, he did put his hand between her legs for a few sweet moments and began to climb on top of her to comply with her frantic pleas, but her Master stopped him. She had to content herself with Ron's hands and mouth on her breasts, and she told him she never wanted him to stop. She was frantically squeezing her vaginal walls together, trying to stimulate her clitoris, until she finally, thankfully, felt herself go violently over the edge as he continued his wondrous assault, prolonging and strengthening her orgasm as she cried out his name. Suck. Swirl. Pop. Suck. Swirl. Pop.

Kreacher watched as the harlot tried to talk Weasley out of touching her, tried to reason with him through the curse. Then, once he had been at her a while, she moaned and arched her back while he sucked her, pushing her tits closer to him, writhing that body of hers under his mouth and hands, encouraging him to continue. She knew she wouldn't see the boy again and she was making the most of it, of that Kreacher was sure. He thought she was such a slut, behaving so wantonly for someone other than her Masters, and he felt she needed to be punished. Kreacher didn't like it when the Weasley boy was suckling her like a newborn babe, not at all, but he said nothing – he knew she would become theirs exclusively as soon as the door was shut and locked. Then she would learn to be a proper sex slave. And once Weasley's memory was Obliviated, Sirius would continue to play chess with him for a few more hours while Kreacher eagerly acquainted the Mudblood with her new status in the Noble House of Black. Oh, yes, he would.

“Enough Ronald. I think she's enjoyed you sucking her tits. Her moaning and screaming certainly indicates it. I'm sure she came for you as well. Did you know that? She can cum from a good tit job, not every woman can, you know. But my Kitten can. And, if you spank her just right she'll cum. She'll even beg you to spank her more, but only if it's a cum-spank and not a punishment spank. She's well-trained, very well-trained. Yes, you may be a virgin, but you were good enough to make her cum. Your moaning was also amusing, did you know that, Ronald? Open those bulging pants, Ronald. Whip out that dick. Let me see how engorged that cock is.” There was a momentary pause as Ron did as he was told. “Oh my, yes, look Kitten, he's got a nice one for you. He wants to pork you, baby. Do you want to fuck her, Ronald? Do you?”

“Merlin, yes! Yes, I want to fuck her.” His voice a breathless groan, full of desperate yearning.

“Yes, I can see that. Reach over and coat your hand in my Kittens juices, yes, that's right, give her a good rub with those fingers, pleasure her a little more; her juices will be your lubrication for a prolonged session in self-sex. Now, begin masturbating, Ron. Show my Kitten how much you want her. You are not allowed to cum until I give you permission. Go on, Ron, wrap those fingers around that nice big cock of yours and start beating that beast.” Ron closed his eyes momentarily as he attempted to fight the curse, then his hand reached for and began stroking his penis.

A few minutes later Ron's voice came out as a tight growl, his breathing quickening and becoming louder while his hand began to beat his member faster. “I want to fuck her. Please let me fuck her.” He opened his eyes and looked feverishly at Sirius, then guiltily looked at Hermione; his eyes slid from her face down to her breasts, then to her spread genitals, the place where he desperately wanted to shove his dick. For the first time in his life, he was looking at the glistening petals of a womans sex and it was driving him mad with desire.

“No, you can't. You can't fuck her. She belongs to me. And to Kreacher. Did you know we're her Masters, Ronald? She calls us Master. Look at her tit, Ron. See my mark?” Ron's eyes widened as he looked at the teeth marks on her right breast, he had wondered who the owner of the scar was. “That shows she belongs to me. She has another one on her ass from her Master Kreacher. Those are our brands of ownership, Ron. She is ours. She crawls around on the floor calling us Master and begs us to do things to her. Nasty things. And she loves it. We put her on a leash and walk her like a dog, her ass wagging at us as she begs us to fuck it. She's been fucking the shit out of us for months now. The both of us. Every single night, hours at a time. Sucking and fucking us, Ronald. Sucking us dry. That hot little mouth of hers wrapped around our dicks, busily licking and sucking and swallowing and sucking some more. Begging us to do her. Begging us to fuck her up her ass. Did you know that? The both of us. Up her ass, Ronald. And begging us for it.” Sirius leaned forward and stuck his face in Ron's as he said the last part, his voice barely above a whisper.

“No, I didn't know that.” Ron's voice was flat. He looked at Hermione sadly, thinking of the horrors she had been forced into. Imagining them putting her under the Imperius Curse, just as he was now. His hand continued stroking himself, faster than before, his face getting redder and his panting louder with his arousal.

“Kitten? Look at me. What do you call me, and Kreacher?”

“Master. You're my Master. And Master Kreacher is my master.”

“What do you do for your Masters, Kitten?” He began to rub her tits with both hands, his fingers rolling her nipples as he used them to lift her ample beauties, letting them go and allowing her breasts to plop down, jiggling enticingly. He did this repeatedly as he watched Ron.

“Anything, Master, anything you desire.” She began to push herself up against his hands.

“Are you my sex slave, Kitten?”

“Yes, Master. I'm your sex slave. I'm your good sex slave.” She rolled her head from side to side as she began to squeeze her vaginal muscles together. They could hear her juices being stirred. Ron looked at her meat trap with longing (he remembered Seamus calling a woman's vagina that when they were looking at one of his porn magazines, and he thought the description was perfect. He wanted his meat trapped in there in the worst way). He watched her vaginal rim open and close, the hairs glistening, and imagined how tightly she could hug his dick with those muscles. He gave out a moan, his hand moving faster.

“Do you like being my good sex slave?”

“Gods, I *love* being your sex slave, Master.” They could see her clit coming out of its hood as she arched her back and bucked her hips.

“What do you want me to do, Slave?”

“Suck my nipples, Master. Please!” He gave Ron a smile, then obliged her request. She threw her head back and gave a moan.

“You love that, don't you, Kitten?” He moved up and kissed her, making her suck his tongue noisily before going back to her tits.

“Yes, Master. I love when you ravish me.” She was trying hard to shove her tits into his face, her arms and legs pulling on their chains as she attempted to lift herself towards him.

“What else do you want me to do, Slave?”

“Please, finger me, please, Master!” She lifted her ass off the bed, digging her heels into the bed as she lifted her snatch into the air.

Sirius slowly moved his hand down her body, burying them in the brown curls between her legs, tickling her as he did so, then slid his middle finger down the center of the curls and began stroking her clit. She immediately bucked her hips and gasped, her breath released in a moaned, “Oh, yes, Master, yes!”

“Yes, my baby whore. You love this. You love serving your Masters, don't you?” His fingers moved faster.

Her voice was a breathless moan. “Yes, Master. Yes! Oh, Master, ooooohhhhhhh!” His fingers moved even faster and pressed down harder.

She answered automatically, not wanting to bring punishment down upon herself. She felt hot tears of shame fall down the sides of her face as she spoke. Yet, despite her feelings, her body responded strongly to her Masters touch while Ron watched, she felt her loins responding to him; her insides heating up and tightening as she stiffened and let go, exploding noisily.

“That's my Kitten,” he said over her gratified cries. He bent down and kissed her hooded button, then stood to look at Ron. “You know what I love about the Imperius Curse, Ronald? I love how I can make people do anything I want with that curse. I made you bring her down here, to my little sex slave room. She belongs to me, she's my possession. She's my sex slave, Ronald. Mine. By the way, just so you know, she's not Imperiused, she's just very well trained. If she doesn't do what she's supposed to, she gets punished. And my Kitten doesn't like to be punished, do you Kitten? Oh, and don't forget, not only is she my sex slave, she's also Kreacher's. Imagine her with Kreacher. Imagine her mouth on him. Actually, I wonder if you'd like to watch her do him. It would be very educational for you.” He gave Hermione's nipples another appreciative pinch, the sight of her in such a helpless position driving him mad.

“Oh pleeeeeeeeease, Master......please no, please, no, no, no, noooooo...” Hermione's voice was barely above a whisper, and something about her tone made him turn to look at her. The look in her eyes showed a mixture of panic, fear, and shame. He sensed he would push her too far if he forced her to perform with Kreacher in front of Ron. He also knew he was going too far with what he was forcing the boy to do, but he couldn't help himself, he was enjoying making the boy squirm for taking his Kitten's affections from him. He pondered what to do.

He gave her nipple another pinch, reached down and shoved two fingers into her vagina, then stuck his thickly coated fingers into her mouth and ordered her to suck, she began sucking enthusiastically and without hesitation. He looked at Ron with a wicked smile as she sucked his fingers, then he began moving them up and down, finger-fucking her mouth. A tear fell and ran down her face as she dealt with the humiliation of doing this in front of Ron.

Ron, his concupiscent eyes wide with need, licked his lips at the sight of her mouth being finger-fucked, his hand continuing to rapidly beat his dick, the pre-cum dripping from his slit. “Please, Sirius! Come on, man! Let me fuck her! Let me ram my dick into her! Please! I'm begging you, man! Let me cum! Please! I've got to cum! Please! I'll call you Master! Anything, just let me cum!” His voice was ground out and desperate, his legs bent at the knee, his shoulders and upper body curled inward slightly; his whole body swaying back and forth to the beat of his hand.

“Nooooo, don't think so, Ronald. Not yet, anyway. You'll cum in due time.”

Sirius thumped the tip of Ron's dick, eliciting a painful moan from the boy.

“Well, Ronald. It seems my little Kitten doesn't want to perform with her Master Kreacher for you. At least, not right now. Not sure what we can do about that but I have an idea. To think, you brought her down here for me. How nice of you to do that. A room where I'll be able to make her do anything I want, whenever I want. We plan to use her a lot, Ronald, she'll be so exhausted being our sex slave that she won't be able to think of your name. And, I really must say, this curse is wonderful for getting the truth out of people, Ronald. Not only did it make you bring her to me, it also forces you to tell me the truth. You may not want to, but you do. It's almost as good as Veritaserum. So, Ronald. What about jerking off on her? Would you like to jerk off on her?”

“NO! No, I don't want to jerk off on her!” Ron's hand pulled away from his penis.

“Oh dear, Kreacher. He's really fighting the curse now. No problem. Imperio! There now, Ronald, do you feel better?”

“Yes, I feel wonderful.” His hand began stoking again. His penis was deeply veined, its head now a deep reddish-purple of frustrated excitement. Pre-cum slowly oozed out of his slit and thickly dripped down to the floor.

“Well then, Ronald, since you feel wonderful, and seeing how you don't want to jerk off on her, how about giving her a Pearl Necklace? Would you like to give her a Pearl Necklace, Ron?” Again, Sirius leaned down towards her, but this time, he put his hand around her neck for a few seconds before sliding his hand along her chest, pausing to lay it flat on her breastbone as he watched Ron.

A look of confusion came over Ron's face, though his hand did not slow its fast pace.

“Oh, you probably don't know what type of Pearl Necklace I mean, now do you? Time for a little lesson, then. I know that the pearl necklace you are thinking of is far too expensive for you to even consider buying, let alone giving away. No, the Pearl Necklace you will give her is free. You won't have to pay a knut for it; perhaps some of your dignity, but not a knut. Well, Ronald, you're about to give her one. Remember I said you could only have her tits, Ron? Well, climb onto her, straddle her just above her belly. That's it. Reach back and slide that hand through her juices again, Ron; really coat your fingers as you rub her clit and shove your fingers up her twat. Listen to my little slut squeal at your touch! OK, rub those juices on her chest, yes, that's it, paint her chest with her juices. Now, put that nice big throbbing cock of yours in between the valley of her tits and squeeze those puppies together. That's it, Ron. Now pump. Pump hard. Pump fast. Pump your cum all over her neck and face. Go ahead, Ronald. Do it. Now.”

And with that, Ron gave Hermione a Pearl Necklace while they both cried.

“There! Now you've had the chance to get your seed on her. You've had a chance to suck on her udders and shoot yourself on her face from between her tits. Not bad for a boy your age, I should say. Kitten, lick him clean please. I can't take him upstairs with cum on his dick and messing his pants. How's he taste, Kitten? Good, I hope. That's your going away present, Kitten. Doesn't that feel good, Ron?” Sirius' was rubbing himself through his pants, his bulge becoming more pronounced as time ticked by.

Ron threw his head back, bucking his hips forward as his cock began to engorge again. “Gods, yesssssssssssss!”

“Oops, Kitten, I think he's getting another woodie, just for you. Whatever shall we do? You're a bad girl, getting him all hard for you. Now you'll have to use that delicious mouth of yours and not just your tongue. Go ahead, suck him off and make sure he's spotless. Yes, Ron, yes, feels good, doesn't it? Now, grab her hair with your hands and use them to push your dick into her mouth. That's it. Gently now. Remember, this is my Kitten's mouth and not a bottomless pit, you did say you didn't want to hurt her, correct? Good, then go easy. Did you know, Ron, that a womans mouth is only about 9cm deep whereas our dicks average about 17cm long? That *is* a problem for guys like me who like to deep-throat, now isn't it? So, just be careful with that dick of yours in my Kittens throat and she'll be able to take all of you in. This'll be the best sex you'll ever have and you won't even remember it. What a shame. Enjoy yourself. Keep going. Make sure you push that cock of yours in as far as it will go, careful not to make her gag. Kitten, you had better work harder to suck him off, baby. You don't want him down here any longer than he has to be. I can't guarantee his safety forever, you know.”

Sirius watched with great interest while Ron ejaculated into her mouth with a series of loud grunts, his fists twisted in her hair, his ass cheeks tightening as his body bucked into her. He listened to her as she swallowed every drop and wondered if Ron tasted different from him. Once she was done swallowing, Sirius made her clean his cock again while Ron held it in place for her; he stretched it out and moved it around so her tongue had better access to it. Neither one of them could look at the other. Both had tears in their eyes and on their faces.

Sirius knew he had done enough, knew he should stop. But he was enjoying this too much. He enjoyed Ron's humiliation. Watching Ron squirm as he was forced to do his first sexual acts with a woman was exciting him more than he he realized it would.

“Ronald? You know what? I have a *raging* fucking hard-on after watching the two of you lovebirds during your moment of togetherness. Now, you just stand there awhile and watch me as I use my lovely little sex slave. I'm going to use her like this every single day, Ronald, every day. Kreacher? Do you need to use her, too? Yes? Yes, so we both do. Now, Ronald, if you get another woodie, you aren't allowed to cum until I give you permission. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” Ron ground the words out with effort, his eyes filled with loathing as he looked at Sirius.

“Good boy, Ronald, though I may have to punish you for talking to me with that tone. Sounds like I need to strengthen my Imperius on you, doesn't it? Imperio! Good. Here's part of your punishment, Ron.” Sirius leaned back, putting his hands onto the bed. “Unbutton my pants for me. That's it, now pull me out and give me a few strokes, make me good and hard. Yes, that feels good. Mmm, stroke me a few more times. Kid, I think you're a natural at this. You must jerk-off quite a bit, I wonder if you jack-off while you think of my Kitten, do you Ron? Yeah, I thought so. Did you hear that, Hermione? He jerks-off while fantasizing about you. Keep stroking me, Ron, that's it. Mmmmmmmm, yeah.” Sirius leaned his head back as Ron stroked him skillfully, his hands going at the perfect rate and squeezing him with an exquisite firmness. His eyes popped open momentarily when Ron reached down and fondled his balls without instruction, eliciting a moan of appreciation from Sirius as he bucked his hips involuntarily. Sirius' let his mind concentrate on both of Ron's hands working his body as his hips moved in rhythm to his ministrations, his moans of pleasure filling the air.

A few minutes later, Sirius brought his hand up and pushed Ron's eagerly stroking hand away from him, his voice a husky gasp as he gave Ron instructions. “Okay, kid, you'll need to stop now or I'm going to shoot all over your hands. Now, back off, watch the show, Ron. Move right there so you can see everything, yes, there. That's it.” With that, Sirius climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Hermione's legs, his erection bobbing before him. He could hear her crying quietly but ignored it, she was just going to have to deal with it or be punished. He had Kreacher remove the cuffs from her legs, and had him magic her legs up to her chest as he had done before. Kreacher climbed onto Hermione's chest, stroking his dick as he did so, a wicked smile on his face. Sirius began rubbing his Kittens nub to get her good and wet before shoving his dick into her, pumping brickly a few times. When he pulled out, he looked up at Ron with a smile as he entered her anus, carefully pumping himself deeper within her. Kreacher grabbed her hair and shoved his dick into her mouth, making her suck him noisily as she cried miserably.

Ron watched with horror and disgust on his face as she was forced to comply with their commands. Sirius noticed Ron's look when he glanced up, just after his head popped into her butt hole. He watched as Ron's eyes went from her mouth to her ass, watching their dicks being forced into her. Sirius looked down and saw Ron was beginning to harden unwillingly. Sirius felt a strange sense of exhilaration come over him that he had never felt before, all because he was being watched by another man as he fucked her. He thought he'd have to do this more often in the future.

Sirius' voice came out in a pant. “Now Ron, don't look like that. Every man wants a woman so accommodating, so slutty, now don't they? Ron, I think you need to take over for me and make my baby cum. Get over here and rub this lovely little rosebud. That's it, use your thumb. Go in slow circles. Don't press too hard, not just yet. You'll know when to go faster and press harder, she'll start begging for it, won't you, pumpkin? See her juices starting to flow? Yes, you're doing a wonderful job. Take some of her juices and rub it on my dick, Ron. That's it. Kitten, he's doing a great job down here. Now, take some of her juices and rub it on your dick. Yes, I see your hard-on. Might as well use her juices while you masturbate Isn't that right, Ron? How about I let him suck you off, Kitten? No? Too bad. Ron, put those lips and tongue on that rosebud there and start sucking and licking her. That's it. Listen to her moaning. She's got three males doing her at once and she loves it.”

A few minutes later, Sirius pulled out of her. He grabbed Ron's hair and pulled him up from her. She gave out a long moan of discontentment, not knowing what was happening to make both of her men pull away from her. He grabbed Ron's chin and turned his face towards his, they were nearly nose to nose. He hissed nastily. “Ron, I have to punish you for speaking to me with an unrespectful tone earlier. And I don't think forcing you to pleasure my Kitten is what I'd consider punishment. I want you to suck my dick, Ron. Suck my butt-fucked dick, Ron. Go ahead, do it.”

Ron pulled a face and fought the curse hard, necessitating Sirius to reapply the curse.

“That's it Ron, put those lips around my shit-dick. You can't see the shit but you know it's there, coating my cock. Remember, boy, no teeth. Slide that tongue along the bottom of my dick. (Grunt) Damn, you really *are* a natural! I know you like girls, that's why I thought this was a good punishment for you. I figure (Grunt) you'll probably never do this again, Ron. Not unless you're captured (Grunt) by Death Eaters. They'll make you do all sorts of depraved acts on them. (Grunt) Keep stimulating my Kitten with your thumb, Ron. We can't deprive her, now can we? Keep jerking yourself off, too. That's it, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, suck me, Ron, suck me while you jerk yourself. (Grunt) I'd fuck you up the ass but I don't want to cause you any harm, I just won't be as gentle with you as I am with my Kitten. My sex kitten. Ahhhh, Ron! Damn, you're good! (Grunt) Suck it! Harder! Faster! (Grunt) Damn, you're so fucking good! Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm, yeah!”

Sirius closed his eyes a moment as he leaned back, giving Ron more room to maneuver, savoring the feel of Ron's mouth on his dick. Then, he opened them and watched Ron's red head bobbing up and down as his mouth busily sucked him. Sirius' breathing grew ragged, he never thought he'd enjoy a man sucking him off and yet, here he was, making Ron do it to him; Ron's mouth felt similar to Hermione's, he just used a slightly different technique. Suddenly, he grabbed Ron's bobbing head, fisting his fingers in his hair, and pushed his dick deeper into Ron's mouth, making him gag over and over. He began to ram himself into Ron's mouth as hard as he could. Sirius watched with increasing excitement as Ron wacked his own dick, rubbed Hermione's clit with his other hand, and took the punishment of having another man's dick shoved down his throat. Sirius came perilously close to cumming and he seriously considered doing so, making Ron swallow every drop, but he really wanted to make Ron watch him cum in his Kittens ass.

“Okay, I think that's enough, how about it, Ron? Enough punishment for you?” His words came out in a ragged pant as he pulled out of Ron's mouth with an audible, slurping pop. He pulled Ron up by the hair so they were looking eye to eye again. “Keep stimulating my Kitten with your thumb, that's it, good boy. You will never touch my Kitten after today, do you hear, shit-penis-breath? I'll let you dream of fucking the shit out of her, as a matter of fact, I'll add that to your directions when I modify your memory, but in real life you'll never touch her again. And you'll never let another girl suck your dick as long as you live because you'll remember this act in your subconscious. Remember the disgust of sucking my ass-fucked cock, Ron.”

Ron had tears of humiliation rolling down his face. 'Good. That'll teach him for talking to me that way. And for taking my Kittens affections from me.' He told Ron to stop rubbing Hermione and to continue stroking himself. He then made Ron carefully fist her pussy with his unused hand, and had him coat Sirius' dick with her juices. He made him stroke Sirius and himself a few times while they faced each other, rubbing their penile heads together in little circles, mixing their pre-cum thoroughly. Turning himself towards Hermione, Sirius had Ron hold his dick in place as he slowly pumped into her ass again, he held Sirius' dick as his head popped into her, he lubed and rubbed Sirius' dick with her juices as he pumped into her ass, and he held him until Sirius had his shaft deep within her. Sirius then had Ron resume sucking on her clit and she gave another long moan, this one of pure lustful pleasure. Sirius watched as Ron satisfied his Kitten and stroked his own cock, he briefly thought about letting Ron fuck her but he decided against it, knowing the little shit would get too much enjoyment out of it.

Sirius began driving into her ass harder, his balls slapping her lower back, occasionally instructing Ron to rub more of her juices onto his shaft, making him rub Sirius' dick while he pumped her, keeping him well-lubed while Ron's mouth continued stimulating his Kitten. Sirius could hear her moaning from her cock-filled mouth while Kreacher was kneading her tits. He knew she was in heaven with all this stimulation. Then, he heard her cumming, her squeals getting louder and more frantic.

“She's cumming, Ron! Suck harder, man! Use that tongue! Jam those fingers in her cunt! That's it! Cum, baby, cum for us!”

And, to Hermione's horror, she did. She could feel Ron's tongue working her hood and clit; he had it sucked in his mouth and his tongue was swirling over it maddeningly. Ron's fingers were working her insides. She could feel Master in her ass, feel the sensuous burning throb that she loved as he pummeled her. And Master Kreachers pulling and twisting her nipples was divine. She had to pull her head back, letting go of Master Kreachers dick so she could breathlessly grind out, “Oh Gods! Yes! Don't stop, Ron! Don't stop! Harder, faster! Yes! Please, Ron! Oh Gods, yes! Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnguh!” Her body stiffened and she began to gasp and shake her head back and forth, tears in her eyes.

Gasping with his efforts, Sirius told Ron, “OK, there, tiger. She's climaxing. You need to slow down with that mouth of yours. Just lick her lightly now, or you'll hurt her. Fuck! This is great! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Sirius could feel his balls tightening as his body prepared to cum, he grabbed her hips and began to batter her ass until he finally shot his load into her, his head thrown back as he deeply grunted in contentment. He looked up and saw that Kreacher was busy doing the same into her mouth, and he could hear her noisily swallowing. Ron was still busy, though, his face had moved down to start lapping her juices from her cunt.

Both Sirius and Kreacher pulled out of Hermione. Ron, however, continued his licking as he had not been told to stop. Sirius watched a moment, getting off on watching her being eaten out by someone else. He instructed Kreacher to start sucking her nipples before turning his attention back to Ron.

“Ron, you need to do more than lick her. Start sucking her, too. Really go at it boy. She'll cum for you again if you keep going. That's it, suck her hard, she loves it, believe me. Suck those juices out. Climb between those gorgeous legs of hers so you can really get your face in there, thats it. Wish I had some cherries right now so you could do her proper. Now, start licking her clit, suck it and lick it. Trace little circles around that little cherry pit, yes, that's it. Now lick it with the flat of your tongue. Not just that little pink berry, lick the hood, too.”

Sirius noted Ron had stopped masturbating. “Grab that puppy and jerk off, Ron. Jerk off until you come while sucking my Kitten. That's it. She came again, Ronald. Sucking her clit will do that rather quickly. Now, take that mouth back down to her cunt, Ron. Suck in some of those cum juices. Now go even lower, suck on that hole I just fucked. Yeah, taste my cum? Shove that curled tongue in there, Ron. Really give it a good reaming. Give it a good, long suck. Suck my juices out of her ass, Ron. Does that feel good, Kitten? I'm sure it does, baby, I'm sure it does. Make my baby happy, Ron. Keep sucking those juices out of her. Now back up to her cunt. Really get that face in there, Ron. Rub your face into her pussy. I'll have to make you wash your face before we leave here. Ruuuuuuuub that face in there! Get a real nose full. Okay, go back up to her clit again. I can hear her making her slut noises again, she's coming close to cumming. Suck that baby into your mouth and work it with your tongue. That's it, you're doing perfect.”

Sirius made Ron manipulate her until she orgasmed twice more, her squeals louder and prolonged the second time as her whole body convulsed from his touch. Sirius made Ron ejaculate onto her cunt, the tip of his penis right at the edge of her vaginal opening; but he wouldn't let him enter her, he enjoyed Ron pleading with him to let him fuck her while he beat himself to completion. Sirius then instructed Ron to shove his cum into her with his fingers, telling him that maybe he'd be lucky and sire a brat. He then had him scoop their juices out of her and shove his fingers in her mouth, then had her lick his hands clean. He had Ron finish licking her thoroughly until she was dry, this took a while because her body kept reacting to him. Once he felt Ron had done a satisfactory job, he had Kreacher release her legs, making Ron put the cuffs back on. He then made her lick Ron clean a third time, strongly instructing Ron he was not to get another erection. Once she finished cleaning his dick, Sirius walked Ron to the bathroom and made him wash his hands and face.

Once Ron's face was clean, he brought him back to the bed. “Give her a kiss good-bye, Ron. A real kiss, you two. Suck on each others tongues. That's it. Good job, Ron. Really kiss her good, yes, you may play with her tits while you kiss her. No hard-on's allowed, though. Start moaning into each others mouths. That's it, long wanton moans of desire. Now pull your mouths apart, I want to see some tongue action. Yes! Entwine those tongues! Keep going.” He watched them tonguing each other for a minute, while Ron played with her tits. He then made her suck Ron's tongue as she had done to him earlier, acting as if his tongue was a dick. “Okay, that's enough. Kiss her tits good-bye, Ron. Give each nipple a good suck and then give them a kiss. Good boy. Now, stand up and watch me say good-bye to my sex kitten. I'm going to be gone a few days until the commotion over her disappearance calms down and I won't be able to have my way with my baby whore until I come back.”

Sirius contemplated having another session of sex between the four of them but he wasn't sure he would be able to contain himself and not hurt the boy. He had to keep him unharmed or his plans would go down the drain. He leaned down, putting his hands on Hermione's breasts, his thumbs rubbing them as they hardened. He began kissing her and she reciprocated, their kiss starting out slow, then becoming more fevered. She began moaning longingly into his mouth while she arched her back off the bed towards him, he obligingly began to fondle her breasts and tweaking her nipples harder. He then pulled his head back and looked into her eyes for a long moment; he saw excitement, shame, desperation, shame, arousal, shame, fear, and shame in her eyes. Her shame aroused him more and he descended on her mouth again, his teeth nipping at her lips as he sucked them into his mouth. He moved down and kissed her neck, giving her a few lovebites as she moaned in approval; her head moving so he had easier access as he laid a trail of them, giving her a lovebite necklace. He then kissed down to her breasts, going from one to the other as he sucked each nipple in turn. Finally, he went back up and kissed her passionately before getting off of her and standing.

He stood and gave Ron a wicked grin. He pointedly looked down at his cock, Ron's eyes following his.

“Ronald, I've got another hard-on, and this time you're going to take care of it.” He reinforced the Imperius, then sat down in a soft, overstuffed armchair. Sirius made Ron strip his clothes off, get on his knees, crawl over to him, unbutton his pants, pull his dick out, and suck him to completion. Sirius nearly came out of the chair as he came; his head was thrown back, his back arched, his legs poker-straight with Ron between them, desperately holding onto Sirius' thighs with his arms. Sirius' hands were fisted in Ron's hair as he came, slamming Ron's face into his crotch in great, irregular jerks as he shot his load down his throat; his loud, ragged, gasping moans filling the air. Sirius didn't care how much he made Ron gag as he rammed his dick down his throat, he actually got more excited at the thought of it. He rather thought having a man suck him off was nearly as good as fucking his Kitten; it was actually more exciting since it was considered a forbidden act for a man to enjoy. Once he finished ejaculating and he had caught his breath, he made Ron lick him clean, then carefully put his dick back and button his pants obediently. He then made Ron kiss the front of his pants a few times.

“Okay, Ronald. Get dressed, that's it. Wipe off those tears, it's time to go. Come on, boy. Tell her good-bye and how sorry you are that you'll never get to fuck her properly.”

“Goo-good-bye Hermione. I-I-I'm sorry I'll ne-never get to fuck you pro-properly.” Ron averted his tear-filled eyes away from her as he said it.

“Ron, dear boy. You might want to pack that little number back into your pants and button up. Wouldn't want you in trouble for having your dick hanging out, now would we! What would Molly say? You were a good boy tonight, you made her cum and you made me cum. And you did a marvelous job, I might add. As I said, you're a natural. I'll be borrowing you in the future, just so you know. As it is, you're almost done serving your purpose, just a few more hours to go. This is what's going to happen. Listen carefully. We're going to go back upstairs and continue playing chess. I'm going to Obliviate your memory of this room. You won't remember what happened to her, which is such a shame since you won't remember sucking her or creaming her, but those are the breaks, my boy. But, on the up side, you won't remember sucking my shit-dick and swallowing my cum.”

Sirius paused briefly, thinking his wording carefully before he spoke. “I'm going to perform a Memory Charm on you to plant false memories in that thick head of yours, as well as make you have delicious sex dreams about my Kitten. And you'll confide in me about your shameful dreams, and I'll comfort you. I think I'm going to make you have a secret crush on me as well; then you'll be more inclined to suck me off on those long lonely nights I'm going to have when I can't visit my slut. No kissing though, I only do that with my Kitten. You'll be content to suck me off while you jerk yourself off, maybe you'll even enjoy a dick up your ass as well. But, I'll be the only man you ever desire and you'll never tell a soul. Shortly after you go back to Hogwarts, I'll send you a 'Dear John' letter telling you how I've had second thoughts and that I want to split up with you. Yes, you'll cry over me and beg me to come back; but you'll get over me. While at Hogwarts, you'll find some cunt to hold your interest, marry her, and live out your life with her. Maybe you'll even cheat on your wife with me and my Kitten from time to time. Yes, I believe that's a great plan. But, for tonight, we'll play chess and tomorrow you'll stick up for me, insisting I couldn't have done anything to her because we were playing chess most of the night. And you'll mention about how we've played chess other nights as well, just in case someone asks you. Got it, Ronald? Oh, and by the way, the Ministry may know these curses have been cast but, since this house is unplottable, they won't be able to pinpoint where they occurred. Isn't that convenient? So, do we understand each other on what is about to happen, Ronald?”

Ron looked at Sirius, his face a look of horror as he comprehended his plans. He looked from Hermione to Sirius as he shed more tears. He thought Sirius was mad; completely, bloody mad.

“Yes, I understand you.”

“Good. Lead the way, my boy. We've got a long, tedious night playing chess ahead of us.”

Hermione's voice was shrill and panicked. “Ron! Ron! No! No, Ron! Don't leave me! Ron! Ron! Please! Sirius! Master! Please! Ron! Don't leave meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Kreacher liked to think about that wonderful night when Master left him alone with her, his very own Mudblood whore in the sex slave room. She was his possession. He owned her now. Master might think she was his, but Kreacher knew otherwise. If it weren't for him, Master would still be daydreaming about her and flicking through his Muggle magazines. Yes, she belonged to him and not to Master. He would have her for always, one way or another. Oh, yes, he would.

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Hermione had been surprised when Master Sirius entered her room alone that night. He had rushed in, pointed his wand at her without warning, and suddenly she found herself naked, gagged, and tightly bound in invisible ropes. Master grabbed her as she squealed in fear and started to fall, picked her up, and carried her to her bed. He quietly played with her nipples for a long time, finally telling her that he had something special planned for her tonight. She was going to start a new life, but she had to be introduced into it a certain way. He promised it wouldn't hurt. He nuzzled her neck and whispered how much he wanted her all the time, how it was driving him crazy to see her walking about the house and he couldn't have her. How she was near the other men and he wasn't going to share her with them. He began to kiss her neck, going for her sensitive spots to make her squirm. She could tell he was giving her another lovebite when he began to suck her neck, in a prominent area this time, marking her as his again.

She lay still and let him talk while he played with her body. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop him doing what he wanted. She felt tears falling from her eyes, slipping down her face, into her hair. She felt like her life was slipping away with each tear she shed.

A few hours later, Ron came to her room. At first she tried to twist herself in an effort to hide her nudity, then she realized that that was secondary to having him save her, and she began to desperately squeal through her gag for him to help her. A few moments later, to her dismay, Master stepped into the room, and her hope crashed around her and splintered into a million pieces. Master was giving Ron orders and Ron followed them without hesitation. She realized with horror that Ron was under the Imperius Curse, and she knew she was doomed. Master had Ron pick her up and put her over his shoulder, then carry her down the four flights of stairs into the basement. Before he picked her up, she saw his eyes. She would never forget the look in Ron's eyes as long as she lived, indeed; she had nightmares over them many times.

And, once in the slave room, as they called it, she was horrified when Master had Ron cuff her to the bed. She had looked up in Ron's face with an expression of love, fear, sorrow, and longing; she hoped to convey, without words, all of her feelings for him before he left. Then Master decided to torment Ron by forcing him to molest her. And Ron's eyes, oh the look in them! He was disgusted with what he was being compelled to do. She finally had to close her eyes so she couldn't see it was Ron being forced into using her, so she couldn't see his horrified, shamed eyes. When her eyes closed, her traitorous body went into overdrive and responded strongly to him. She had initially struggled to lie quietly and not react, but it became too much for her and she began to moan and gyrate her hips to his touch. Oh, how lovely his mouth felt on her when he was sucking her nipples! Each tug at her breast made her clitoris throb, each little throb built up until she felt like a tense spring ready to explode into action. She soon found herself squeezing her vaginal muscles together, slowly at first, then faster, desperate for release; and she was so relieved when the agony of prolonged arousal finally ended in her first orgasm for Ron, her beloved Ron. She had wanted him to do that ever since Master had been forcing himself on her, but she didn't dare dream of it. Now she was sure her Ron would think badly of her for being able to orgasm at such a horrible time.

And when Master had made him pull his erect penis out, Hermione had tried to turn her face away. But when Ron was made to ejaculate onto her chest, neck, and face it was hard not to look. She wondered if she had been spelled to watch as his penis slid between her breasts, first disappearing inside of them as he pulled back, and then the head peeking through and jutting towards her as he jerked his hips forward. She could not tear her eyes away from where their bodies were joined, from where his penis was stuffed deep inside his handmade tit-vagina. She felt the hard ridge of his glans rubbing along her skin and she found herself shamefully thinking about how lovely a sensation it was. Her back arched under him as she felt her loins tightening and spasming, she again began frantically squeezing her pussy together, looking for release. She could hear the pre-cum as his sliding penis made wet snapping noises while it followed its slowly quickening course through the valley it was buried in; the moisture of the pre-cum coating the insides of her breasts, making his penis' journey easier as it slid maddeningly faster with each stroke. Back and forth, in and out, it went until all of a sudden his semen jetted onto her. She heard him grunt loudly with each cum-laden thrust; she saw his face contorted as he threw his head back, tears rolling down his cheeks, in pleasure as well as humiliation. And she had been crying as well.

She decided she hated pearls. She knew it was irrational, but she would hate the gem until the end of her days.

Then, horror of all horrors, Master decided he was going to make Ron watch as her Masters did her together. She didn't think she'd ever forget the humiliation. And then, when Master made Ron start using his mouth on her down there and start masturbating him with her juices while he fucked her ass, she thought their shared shame was complete and she was so glad she couldn't see his face. She hated that she came with Ron's mouth on her down there while she was being fucked by another man, she felt overwhelming anger at Master for doing that to Ron. Then, Master made her poor Ron perform fellatio on him; at first she watched with fascination, then turned her head away when Ron's shamed eyes looked into hers. And, while Ron licked her clean, she found herself moaning loudly, praying he would bring on another orgasm that never came. She cried for Ron when Master made Ron suck him off again; her eyes were tightly closed but she could still hear the sucking and gagging noises as well as her Masters heavy breathing and grunting as he ejaculated, she heard Ron's noisily swallowing Master's cum as it shot into his throat. She shuddered at the memory. She knew that at one time something like that between her and Ron would have been beautiful, but now it was an ugly, twisted memory that only she would remember. At least Ron would be blissfully unaware of it once he was Obliviated. For once in her life, she thought the Obliviate was a wonderful curse.

And then, Ron and Master left her alone with Master Kreacher. She looked at him in fear. Her hands and legs were handcuffed to the bed and she could only move them a few inches in either direction. He walked over to her slowly, a smile on his face. He was hissing at her, telling her she would learn to keep her mouth shut and be a good slave or she'd be sorry. She was already sorry. She was trapped in a basement room where no one could hear her, and the only person who cared for her safety was about to have his memory of her Obliviated. Hermione cried and begged for Master Kreacher to let her go. She knew it was useless but she couldn't stop herself.

“Please, Master! Please! Let me go! I don't want to be here!”

Master Kreacher smiled at her, reached over, grabbed her nipple, and squeezed it and twisted it as hard as he could.

Her back arched and she screamed.

“Oh, please don't do that! Please!”

Pinch, pull, twist!

“Ow! Stop! Master Sirius! Master! Please come back!”

Pinch, pull, twist!

“NO! No! Let me go! Let me gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

Pinch, pull, twist!

She struggled to keep from breaking, from acquiescing to his 'lesson', but she finally had to. Her nipples throbbed, and she truly feared he was going to rip them off. The burning throb would keep her from sleeping later that night, and she could do nothing but cry when he decided to suck hard on them as he used her body for sexual release.

Then, after she had become silent to keep him from tormenting her nipples, Master Kreacher said she needed to have a paddling, his long, spindly hand reaching for a paddle with holes drilled in it. Her fear knew no bounds! Master wasn't around to stop Master Kreacher. He unceremoniously flipped her over and had her cuffed again within a second of his command, put a pillow under her belly so her butt was up in the air and went to town. She couldn't stop screaming as he pounded on her. She screamed until no sound came out and still he continued. Her body reacted violently to each slam on her ass until she could only writhe in agony. She wound up with big, ugly bruises, forcing him to use Master's cream on her. And he had broken her coccyx bone when he forgot to only hit her buttocks in his zealousness; he didn't care at first, but he found she could barely move due to the pain. He finally found some Skele-gro and made her drink it, then listened to her whimper and cry for a few hours as her bone healed.

Yes, Kreacher enjoyed having the Mudblood for his very own sex slave.

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Authors notes, you may freely skip this:

My Beta, Periculum, suggested this line be added to the story, and so it was:
“Master, make the blood traitor bring her down, it is fitting that the one she truly wants be the one to deliver her to her fate.”

She also made the comment that the way Sirius was making Ron do that stuff was “juvenile”, that sounded great so I added it into the story as well which then allowed me to add more punishments for Ron to endure...

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I kinda felt sorry for Ron... I know sexual abuse is bad for a girl, but I think it's doubly so for a man because they are supposed to be the strong protector. Ruins their egos... And, for some reason, sex acts between two men are taboo and yet sex acts between two women aren't. I don't understand that. Men.
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Of course, you do realize a woman can't orgasm on command like Hermione is. Supposedly, according to some experts, it takes 15-20 minutes for a woman to get excited enough to cum, but other experts say it only requires 5 or so minutes. Just chalk all her quick responses to Kreachers subliminal messaging. Think Pavlov's Dogs when you think of how she is responding.
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If I may, I'll point you to some of the websites I'm using as research for this story. I'm trying to be true with my descriptions and am delving into some stuff I never knew existed. Well, if you gotta learn something new, why not about sex, huh? :-)
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http://www.askmen.com/
Interesting commentary on that site...
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http://www.womenanswers.org/
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http://womenshealth.suite101.com/article.cfm/vaginal_candida
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Sacrum and coccyx bone:
http://www.pennhealth.com/ency/imagepages/19464.htm?articleID=003807
http://edge.walker.tripod.com/id20.html
http://www.thrillsworld.dk/link.htm
I specifically mentioned Hermione's coccyx bone being fractured during a harsh spanking. If not done right, spanking can cause injury. If you spank, learn to do it right.
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