Contracts

I have intentions of making Hermione a year older for several reasons. I cannot however edit any chapter that is already posted. This will be taken care if when AFF resolves a problem.

***Chapter 8 The Rules***

Hermione walked into the sitting room a little hesitantly.

The “gown” that Severus had left her was made of the same shear material as the one she had worn for the binding ceremony. But where that dress had been indecent because of the plunging neckline, this one was almost Victorian. Except it had an almost invisible slit up to her waist. The dress had an empire waist, the bust was tight and had a high collar with a very full skirt. The fullness of the skirt hid the slit, but she knew it was there. She was sure Professor Snape was too. It was on the side of her tattoo. The sleeves were the same as last night and the material fell almost to the floor completely hiding her hands until she raised them. She had been provided with knickers and had gratefully put them on.

The shoes were odd. As soon as she had put them on they seemed to constrict to her feet so that she could only take tiny steps. Really the underwear seemed to make her sway her hips a bit more when she walked. Surely the clothes weren’t enchanted. Were they?

Shaman was the first one to notice Hermione standing in the doorway. His eyes quickly undressed her. Hermione stared into his eyes and could find neither compassion or passion. His eyes were icy. She gave a small shudder.

Shaman noticed the shudder and smiled. Intimidation was the first step. If he ended up saddled with the girl he would not have her thinking she was his equal. He had read some muggle literature on “Equality of the Sexes”. Poppy cock! He is and would always be the master of any mate he took. He smirked as his eyes lowered once again to her bosom. Her nipples showed clearly. With her coloring the aureoles could either be dark or light. As he stared he saw no shadow through the cloth. Very good. He like the pink look better than the dusty rose or brown. He wondered if he would have to wait until tonight to see her naked.

Shanair followed his brothers gaze. He quickly drew in his breath as he looked at her. She was even more lovely today in the white than last night in the green. His eyes light up with welcome as she turned and acknowledged him with a glance. He walked over to Hermione and led her into the room. Without a second thought he seated her in the seat closest to the tea tray.

Severus noted each sons reactions. Shanair’s was borderline infatuation. Samuel’s disinterest. Shaman’s contempt. Severus’s mouth tightened. He didn’t expect the selection to happen on the first day, but Shaman’s attitude bothered him. He pried gently at the connection that occurs between a parent and a child. He saw more clearly the contempt he held for muggle borns in general. Severus was disappointed. Shaman was very talented. He excelled at every discipline. His power was considerate, but in all honestly Severus knew that Hermione’s far outshone his without the additional years of training. He wondered how he could overcome the prejudice that caused Shaman to see Hermione as inferior.

Samuel would be the toughest though. Either with Hermione or another witch he would have problems. He was very attached to his betrothed. Severus hoped he was wrong but knew in his heart he wasn’t. If he was a little older he would explain the concept of a mistress and the joys to be had. There were even binding ceremonies to permanently bind the two. He sighed heavily. Maybe he would be old enough to have this conversation next year. Severus would see that the girl did not marry into the family if he had to dispose of her himself. That settled in his mind he turned his attention to Hermione.

Severus indicated for her to be mother. Severus studied her. She seemed remarkable composed. He knew exactly how she had reacted to each indignity. He had gently pried her mind at several points last night. The humiliation was there but so was her natural fortitude. As he had probed her anus during the ceremony he had almost lost it when she had clearly told herself that she had chosen this path willingly, against her mother’s and father’s wishes and she deserved whatever despicable thing happened to her. He had expected a lot of emotions from her anger, humiliation, disbelief, rage, hate. Instead he received a lecture she was giving herself on the pros and cons of remaining in the wizarding world. Of duty.

A smirk threatened to appear on his lips. Like she any longer had a choice. Time for the rules.
First Severus addressed his boys.

“Shaman, Shanair, Samuel you will abide by the rules I am giving. Any infraction will be reported to me immediately. Too many infractions or a deliberate misuse of any liberties granted will be cause for you to be removed from the eligible candidates.” Severus stopped and looked at Shaman narrowly. “Please remember that I have handpicked Hermione. She has talent and beauty. She comes from good muggle stock and her power outstrips all but mine in this room. If you mistreat her, you may not be so lucky with a witch chosen by the Ministry of Magic.”

He gave a pause for this to sink in before he continued, “As none of you are much older than your currently betrothed you do not know the rules for the conception of the binding.” Severus unrolled a piece of parchment from his hand and started to read.

“Any punishments may only be given by the head of the house. Anyone can bring a claim and the punishment chair will determine the validity of the claim.”

“As with your other betrotheds she will demand your respect. Deliberate misuse will be dealt with. She must only wear the ceremonial gown for the first month following the binding. She should not remove this except for bathing and night time. In bed she will wear nothing unless she is mensing. Then she may wear her undergarments.

There will be no inter-cavity activity between any parties. This applies to the most obvious as well as the mouth, nose, and ears. This barrier is lifted on the bonded person only if they are within seconds of dying and no house elf is available to clear a choking hazard. This is a cause of concern for infants and a house elf should always be in attendance. Anyone breaking these rules will suffer a like-minded punishment. The magical bond will determine the force of the punishment that will be dealt out. Anyone allowing a bondee to expire or suffer excessively shall immediately be inflicted with a punishment up to but excluding death. This may take the form of a permanent transfiguration and it is completely irreversible.”

Severus stopped reading and looked at his boys. He saw various expressions. Shaman looked like some one had just taken his toy. Samuel didn’t seem to care. Shanair had a confused expression on his face. Severus asked, “If you have any questions please ask them now. I would prefer not to have one of my sons turned into a house elf permanently. There is also some proof that suggests there are far worse punishments.”

Hermione had listed and was watching the interaction. She would have to watch Shaman. He gave her goose bumps in a very unpleasant way. Samuel was basically a little boy. Shanair liked her and she wasn’t exactly in a position to repel his advances.

After a few minutes, Severus turned his full attention to Hermione.

“You will remain clothed as you are now for the next month. You will wear this outfit during your waking hours. When you retire at night you will wear nothing unless you are menstrating. During that time you may sleep in your own bed.

“Blood is a specific aphrodisiac to men of my family and you would be a danger to yourself if you associated with us. During that time you may sleep with Sarah to fulfill the bonding contact rituals.

“Other than that you should not pull away when touched or caressed. If you are being punished or roughhoused with I will know immediately who and to what extent. I and the wards around you will determine the punishment to be inflected.

“I will set up a schedule during which you will know before hand where you will sleep every night. Any questions?”
Of course Hermione had questions!

“You said I had to obey all of the Snapes. What if they command me to do something against the rules? How will you know what has been done to me and how? Why is blood an aphrodisiac? Are you really a Vampire? What if I don’t like one of your sons or you touching me? Who is Sarah? Why just these white robes? Why can’t I wear my clothes? Where is my bedroom? How can the punishment chair determine by innocence or guilt? Is it biased? Why only a month when I will be here 6 weeks?…”

Hermione halted when Severus put his hand up. She was a smart girl.

“You must obey all Snapes true. The binding places it’s own restrictions. You will not be compelled to do something that will violate the bond. Shaman give her an order that will violate her bond.“

Shaman held his fathers eyes for several instances before dropping his. He decided that he better use a suggestion less invasive than he had originally intended.

“Hermione you must be punished. Go to the fire and pick up a hot coal.” Hermione stayed in her seat, but Shaman gave a loud hiss as a jolt of pain shot through his body. The way he was holding his hand one would think that he had suffered the punishment that he had intended for her.

Snape said, “Now I will give you an order that you must obey. Hermione come to me.”

As hard as she tried she couldn’t resist the order.

“Kneel.” Once again her brain was screaming NO but she was obeying. “Part your robes so I may see the tattoo.” Hermione blushed and was truly thankful for the underwear. She pulled her robes back so you could clearly see her tattoo. It was purple in color. She could have sworn it was green last night. “Place your hand on your tattoo.” As soon as she had complied she gasped at the pleasure that shot through her body. It started to build, she could no longer sit still. She started to squirm. Her hips started rocking back and forth. Very soon a fine sheen of perspiration was on her face. Her mind was telling her she was acting lewd and she needed to stop. Her body was not listening to her mind.

Her swinging hips became more and more pronounced. Her breathing got heavier and raspier. She eventually closed her eyes because she could not stand to see them looking at her. Something was building. She could feel it. “Open your eyes, Hermione. You need to see us as you have your orgasm.” Her eyes immediately popped open , seeking Severus’s eyes, but she couldn’t stop the pumping of her hips. Very shortly the quick breaths turned to moans. They were ripped out of her throat against her will. She couldn’t think straight. Faster her hips moved. Her other hand started to slip between her parted thighs. She needed something else. Severus watched her other hand. He thought of telling her to stop, but decided this was the learning experience she needed. Her hand touched her inner lips and she almost yelled at the sensation. It was incredible. Her fingers moved to her nub and with one touch her back tensed and arched. She gave a loud moan and her fingers slipped lower as her hips pumped faster and faster.

She was on the verge of the most wonderful feeling she had ever had. Here it comes…..Her fingers just barely entered her body when she was given a tremendous jolt of pain that had her clenching and screaming, half in pain and half in ecstasy. The ripples seemed to go on forever.

Snape grunted but no more as he received his jolt for initiating the whole incident.

Hermione was still kneeling but with her head down and she was still clutching the tattoo. Snape quietly told her to remove her hand from her tattoo and she did. She was exhausted and humiliated. She didn’t know what came over her. She never acted this way. She had never brought herself to orgasm. Now she had… in a room full of men…worse Snapes. She couldn’t look up. Her eyes were open but trained on the floor.

The men were each trying to get themselves together. Shanair performed a quick cleansing spell. He caught the remnants of magic from Shaman so perhaps he had also.. Snape had not because he would not allow himself. Samuel didn’t appear to be affected then Severus noticed a wet spot. He quickly cleaned his youngest son up with a wave of his wand. From the look on his face that must have been the first time he had ever seen a female cum. Snape had to admit it had been pretty intense even if he could only see a hip and a thigh. The boys seem to have gotten themselves under control.

He spoke to Hermione, “Do not be ashamed of what just occurred. You had no control over it. I did. I could have stopped it at any time, but I preferred to allow you to continue.” Her head was still bent. He walked over and lifted her face to his.

“This is part of what you must learn. You had no control over your actions or responses. I was in complete control. I decided to let your pleasure mount until you had an orgasm. I also decided not to stop you when your hands went to your center. The pleasure and the pain is very poignant when used together as you just did. ” The last sounded like a question and Hermione nodded her head. Snape satisfied gave her a hand up and when she stumbled he pulled her into his chest. His arms went around her and before he could stop it his hands moved to her buttocks. They were so firm. Through the material of the dress he thought he could still feel the ridges from their morning episode. She could definitely feel his erection. It seemed twice as large as the one she had woke up to. He grunted and stepped back a few steps. He indicated she should take her former chair and so did he. He then continued like they had never been interrupted.

“Blood is an aphrodisiac because my family does have some roots in the vampire community. The blood lust rarely comes out this many generations down, but it is responsible for the darker side of my family.

The white robes are tradition. Babies wear them as well for the first month. It signifies purity. It is a visual reminder to all that something pure is in our midst.

It really doesn’t matter if you like the attentions you will receive. You have to submit. The safeguards in place will prevent injury or violation of yourself.

You will not need your room until you start. At that time you will be shown to your room.

Your clothes that came with you were burnt. You will wear wizard clothing. Any deviation will be punished.

You were linked to me through a psychic link. I can tap into your thoughts any time I like and you may access me by mearly thinking my name or say you need help.

After a month the safeguards on the binding will be lowered. More intimate activity may take place. By that time I should have a better idea of who you will not be mated with. The process is more elimination than selection. And I will make the ultimate decision.

Sarah is my daughter who is sleeping at Shanair’s feet. Cuddling her on those other days should be fine. She is young enough the smell shouldn’t affect her and women of my family are less afflicted than the men. Any more questions?”

Hermione had many many more but she knew decided not to aggravate the situation with questions that should become apparent. At her hesitant shake. Severus nodded.

“Am I correct in assuming that you should start your cycle within 2 or 3 days?” At Hermione’s nod and bewildered look. Severus replied, “I can smell blood. I know when every girl and woman at Hogwarts starts and ends. It is sheer torture for me I can assure you.”

Each son will have a task for you. Today you will be with Shanair. Tonight you will be with Shaman. Tomorrow you spend the day with Samuel and the night with Shanair. The third day you will be with me day and night. As soon as you know you will start you will inform me and go to your rooms and stay until it is over. Baby Sarah can come and keep you company. Is that clear?” She nodded.

“Good. You must be present at every meal and tea. No excuses. This is for your safety as well as common courtesy. You will not be allowed to leave the Manor or the attached garden for all of your stay. Now go. I have much to accomplish.”


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