Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 8,515
Chapter 8 Edit Date: 11/20/2008 (some abuse modified)
Clean-up editing: 04/23/2009
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This chapter deals with some out of the norm sexual practices (at least, I believe them to be though I'm not 100% sure. I know they aren't subjects normally discussed when having “girl talk”).
The scat scene was added as per user 1505627 request. I thought it a valid behest for this story.
This chapter also deals with graphic torture. It may make you cringe.
This is an uncomfortable chapter to read. Remember, it's not for real!
I think this is the hardest chapter to read thus far.
I'll stress, only practice sex acts that are mutually desired by both parties. It's more fun that way.
Um, not what Kreacher and Sirius are doing to Hermione.
My soap box resides in the authors notes at the conclusion of this chapter.
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Chapter 8 – Cherry Pits

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Hermione stopped begging to be freed on the second day Master was able to come back after she had been kidnapped. She finally realized her two Masters never intended for her to be free again. There was too much chance of being discovered, such as when they had been in the library and someone had walked by. She could tell Master greatly feared someone would find him molesting her when he had grabbed her around her waist, put his hand over her mouth, and threatened her with severe bodily injury if she made a sound. And Master Kreacher having his face an inch from hers had given her nightmares.

Her body hurt. There was no other way to put it. She hurt. Inside and out. Her throat, her vagina, her anus, her belly from her cervix being hit when Master Kreacher pounded ruthlessly into her. Her stomach felt like it was in knots much of the time; she was sure it was because she vomited whenever she attempted to eat. She felt continuous nausea. Her wrists and ankles hurt too, from being handcuffed to the bed. Her nipples were a misery. And her ass, her ass was on fire from her punishments.

All she wanted to do was sleep. When she was sleeping she wasn't hurting, she wasn't worrying about what was going to happen next, she wasn't thinking about how many years she would be subjected to her Masters fantasies. She had trouble going to sleep though, because of the pain. Then, once she finally did fall asleep, she felt Ron's eyes looking at her. His voice in her mind. His mouth on her body. She could still feel him touching her. Sometimes she dreamed of being in bed with him as he made passionate love to her, but usually the dream turned sour when one of her Masters would throw him out of the bed and begin abusing her while he watched, his hand stroking himself as he begged to be allowed to cum.

Master Kreacher wouldn't let her up during those days when he waited for Master to come back after leading Ron out the door to Oblivion. He fed her, cleaned her, fucked her, and forced her to perform bodily functions while lying spread-eagled on the bed. Sometimes he flipped her over so she wasn't in the exact same position all the time. And he flipped her when he wanted to spank her; sometimes his spankings weren't so hard, he rubbed her in all the right places as well as spanking her, and at those times she found she could almost enjoy the activity. Several times she actually orgasmed from a spanking alone though she still couldn't fathom how that occurred. He would start slow, not hitting hard, then increase the speed and intensity of each spank on her buttocks until she began to feel her privates becoming hot and swollen, the vibrations from his hands invading her clitoris as she began to squeeze herself, increasing the clitoral stimulation she was already experiencing. Master called those her cum-spanks and loved to watch her have them before she was kidnapped. More often than not though, she had punishment-spankings.

That was the extent of her day. Feedings and the abuse doled out by Master Kreacher. She was so bored she could cry. She was often so frightened she did cry. Sometimes she felt tears slip out of her eyes as she lay there staring at the ceiling, sometimes unknowingly crying herself to sleep only to wake up hours later, sleepily realizing she had fallen asleep. Many times, she was being awakened by Master Kreacher doing something unpleasant to her body. She couldn't wait for Master to come back.

Because he wouldn't let her up, Master Kreacher made her urinate in a metal bedpan while he attempted to rub her as he had seen Master do that first night they were together, but he failed to produce an arousing stimulus. She would lay there and urinate into the cold pan while her urine sprayed about. She idly wondered why he bothered putting the pan under her, because more wound up on her than in the pan, forcing Master Kreacher to use a cleaning charm when she became malodorous. His fingers didn't feel the same as Master's, they were hard and rough instead of soft and gentle. She began to long for Masters fingers again.

'If I have to be subjected to this, at least let me enjoy it!'

She discovered having a bowel movement was extremely unpleasant in Master Kreachers presence – he liked to take it and smear it on her while masturbating. His favorite targets to smear the stool were her face and her breasts. He put his hands under her and forced her to shit on them. The first time he forced her to do this she was mortified, so embarrassed over having to have a bowel movement in front of someone, no less in someone's hands, that she felt she could die. Then she realized her embarrassment was nothing compared to what she felt after he took her fresh shit in his hands and brought it to her face, stating, “You are my filthy Mudblood whore.” He then took his forefinger and ran it along her turd, digging his finger into it so that he had a small stool-ball on the end. He then smeared the mound of stool under her nose so she looked like she had a mustache and laughed as she shrieked at him to get away from her. She shook her head back and forth in dread, fearing what he'd do next. She didn't have to wait long. He took the hand with the stool and plopped it on her like it was a pie, then smeared it on her face and into her hair. She struggled to spit out the stool that he was able to get between her lips and she blew her nose forcefully to clear her air passages. He didn't like her screaming while he gave her the facial, and began his nipple torture on her until she quieted down.

'Why, oh, why, is he doing this to me? I've got poop on my face! Poop! Do people like this or is this a house elf thing? Oh Merlin! Help me deal with this!'

She couldn't open her eyes because he had stool on her lids. She felt him probing her anus, making her pass more stool into his waiting hands. She struggled to hold it in, but he somehow managed to make her body work against her; she felt the strong, unwanted urge to defecate as she grunted while pushing it out. He then took the stool and smeared it on her breasts, making sure to rub it thoroughly around her nipples. She found that the stool, when he first began rubbing it onto her, felt like the healing paste Master used on her. Master Kreacher's hands were able to slide over her skin smoothly as he massaged her breasts, making her nipples come up into hard peaks. He tugged on her nipples, knowing that it would excite her. Unable to open her eyes, she had nothing to distract her from the sensuous feelings of his hands on her body. She found the feeling disturbingly erotic and began to moan as her breathing began to deepen and increase in rate.

'Oh Lord! Please don't let me get excited over something this horrible! Please! It stinks! It's my poop! Please don't! Please!'

But she did. Her back began to arch as his hands worked on her like magic; he knew just what to do as his hands rubbed her breasts rhythmically and then slid along them to pull at her nipples. He did this repeatedly until she was moaning for him to keep going. His tugging on her nipples caused the now familiar reciprocally delicious tug in her loins. He reached down with his foot and rubbed her nub until she came, all the while his hands busy smearing her stool into her breasts.

She felt him climb onto her and put his penis between her shit-slick breasts, preparing to tit-fuck her. When she realized he was going to give her another Pearl Necklace, she tried to twist her body away in an effort to stop him. Try as she might, she couldn't buck him off of her while his dick was sliding between her breasts, now well lubed with her stool and his pre-cum. She soon felt his warm essence spraying her neck and face, then heard his laugh as he rubbed his cum onto her, mixing it thoroughly with the stool.

She could feel tears oozing from her eyes as she squeezed them tight from the stool, scared to death she'd get some in her eyes, very aware of the risk of infection.

'Surely Master wouldn't like this, would he? Oh, please say he wouldn't! But, he likes those Golden Showers so maybe he'd like this, too. Oh no! No! Please say he won't!'

Hermione began to cry in earnest, and not even Master Kreacher's nipple-pulling could stop her tears. Kreacher became quite annoyed with her crying and told the Mudblood several times to quit her stupid crying.

“Stop that noise, you filthy Mudblood! Stop it! I'll piss on your face if you don't stop it! Do you hear me? Damned filthy Mudblood!”

Finally, she quieted down, the thought of stool, ejaculate, and urine on her face silencing her.

'I can't feel anymore. My whole life is going to be like this. The rest of my life. Forever and ever. Until I die. Oh, how long will that be? I'm not even eighteen yet and Grandma Granger lived to be over eighty! Merlin, I have to live with this for another sixty plus years. S-i-x-t-y y-e-a-r-s. No! Wait! Oh. My. God. Wizards live longer than Muggles! Oh no! No! I'll have to live with this for another HUNDRED years! Nooooooooooooooo!' Her mind went blank at that point and she lay listlessly, unable to cry or express any emotion.

Hermione listened to Master Kreacher quietly as he called her “scat face”, tears forming and her throat tightening as she battled to keep from crying. What had happened to the first wonderful night Master had entered her room? Why on earth had she dreaded him coming to her room all those months? He tried, for the most part, to excite her and successfully brought her to maddeningly powerful orgasms. She so wanted to have Master put cherries in her again. Anything was better than what Master Kreacher was doing to her now! Why did Master Kreacher hate her so?

After an hour of watching the Mudblood laying with her filth on her while he cackled at her and made fun of her, reminding her she was less than the scat-cum on her face, Master performed a cleansing charm, wiping away all traces of the excrement and semen from her body. Master Kreacher then forced her eyes open without explanation, and poured a pale blue liquid in her eyes. She screamed when the liquid began burning on contact. She attempted to twist her face away and keep her eyes closed until he charmed her eyes open and forcefully held her head still by her hair, and continued to pour the medicated liquid into her eyes.

Hermione saw the liquid coming towards her eyes and frantically attempted to squeeze them shut, but to no avail. The liquid felt like hot ice and seemed to absorb into her eyes, making them burn from within. She tried fighting against the cuffs that bound her to the bed even though she knew she'd get nowhere. She had begun to beg her Master to stop torturing her even though he told her the potion was to keep her from getting an infection in her eyes. She was sure he was putting acid into her eyes and she would go blind. Panic ensued and she began to scream.

“Stop! Stop! Master! Master, where are you?! Sirius! Please! Master Sirius, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease come save me! Please!”

Kreacher slapped her several times, which only increased her fear. He attempted his nipple torture but she didn't stop. She began flinging her body all over the bed, making Kreacher worry she would harm herself beyond what he could fix. He didn't want his Master angry with him because the Mudblood whore hurt herself.

“Why?! Why me!? Master! Master, help me! Let me die! Pleeeeeeeeeease! Let me die!”

When she began screaming for death, Kreacher knew he had pushed her too far. He twisted his fingers into her hair, using it to force her head back so he could pour a potion down her throat that would put her to sleep. He then finished cleaning her eyes.

Kreacher rather thought that giving her a scat-facial was an excellent punishment for her. Oh, yes, he did.

A few days after her kidnapping, and after she had endured numerous rounds of Master Kreacher's punishments, as well as his near-insatiable sexual appetite, her real Master came to visit.

When Hermione saw Sirius carefully enter the room, she cried out his name, enduring a nasty nipple tweak from Kreacher for not calling him Master.

“Sirius! Sirius! Please, let me go! Please!” She didn't call him Master, she didn't want him to be her Master anymore.

Pinch, pull, twist!

“Kitten, shhhhhh, quiet. Shhhh. I can't let you go, baby. You're mine now.” He came to her side quickly.

Her lower lip trembled. “Not only yours. It would be easier to deal with if I only belonged to you.”

He looked her up and down, looking for marks, wanting to make sure Kreacher hadn't caused her harm. “Baby, we had this conversation before. You have two Masters.”

She pretended she didn't hear him, she concentrated on getting him to release her instead, even if it was only for a short time. She was desperate to move her limbs, to bend her joints. “Oh please! Please, let me go! Take the cuffs off of me, please? My arms hurt, and my legs, too. Please, Master. I won't try to escape. I just hurt. Please.”

“All right, Kitten. I know you can't get away, hon. I'll let you loose.” He undid her cuffs, rubbing each appendage as he did so. He saw the bruises and cuts where the cuffs had dug into her during her struggles. “Let me fix you up, make you feel better.”

She let him rub paste onto her skin, amazed at how good it felt to feel his touch as he massaged and kissed her. Once he was done with her arms and legs, he put his hands on her thighs and pushed them open gently; she obediently lifted her legs, bending them at the knees, so he could inspect her privates for bruising and tears.

“You look a little sore but nothing bad, baby.” He put more paste inside of her vagina and anus, rubbing them both carefully. He saw her anus muscles begin spasming as it tightened to its near-virgin state again, and his cock gave a twitch as he watched. He knew her vagina did the same, and he knew it caused her discomfort whenever he entered her after he used the paste on her there, but it didn't cause her the same sharp pain as her true first time because she wasn't as virgin-tight and he didn't have her hymen to rip through.

He looked at the container holding the paste. It was his own invention that he had initially brewed many years before. It soaked into the skin, helping the blood vessels heal, increased blood flow so that the body would absorb the blood found in bruises at record speed and swelling would diminish quickly, scars would fade considerably, and stretched muscles and ligaments would tighten. He knew that once people found out he wasn't the criminal they thought he was, that this paste would make him independently wealthy and he could leave his childhood home forever. He looked at his Kitten, she had been his first true test subject with his paste; she had proven to him how valuable a product it would be.

“Thank you, Master.” Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on her body being healed, she could feel the pain ebb away and she savored it. She felt her muscles twitching deliciously as they tightened yet relaxed at the same time. Her skin felt warm and it tingled pleasurably.

“Do you need any on your breasts?” He saw they were swollen and red. He eyed Kreacher angrily.

“Yes, sir.......Master. Yes.”

Once he was done, she lay on her back for a few minutes as she concentrated on her body once again. Finally, she sat up, covering herself with her arms. She knew they had seen her completely naked and in compromising positions, but she still struggled with embarrassment when completely nude in front of them. Her head hung down as she tried to think of what to say. She so hoped she could talk Sirius into letting her go.

“Please, Sirius. Please. I don't want to be your sex slave. I don't want any of this. I want to be Hermione to you, and you be Sirius to me. That's all. Please, Sirius, please.” She put her hand on his arm as she spoke, making sure her other arm kept her breasts covered as she saw Kreacher's hand twitch.

“Baby, I can't take you back out there. Do you know what they'd do to me? Do you know what I've been through the past three days?” He gestured towards the door with his other arm.

“What you've been through? Do you have any idea of what I've been through?”

Sirius' voice became stern. “Hermione, get used to it. This is your new life. Now you are a full-time sex slave to both Kreacher and I. We both own you,” he pointed his index finger between him and Kreacher, “And you will do what we want, when we want, as much as we want. There's no room for discussion.”

She crawled up to him, sitting on his lap and putting her arms around him, tears falling freely. She put her head on his shoulder, her voice a frightened whisper. “Please! Please, Sirius! Please, let me go! I won't say anything, I promise! I'll let you come to my room every night, every day, too, if you want. I don't care! But, don't leave me down here! Please!”

He put his arms around her and began to rock her back and forth soothingly, his right hand over the back of her head as he pushed her face into his chest, his chin on top of her head. “I know, baby. I know you would. You've been a wonderful sex slave for us, you really have. But I can't risk getting caught. Now we can have you whenever we want, for as long as we want. And we can do more together. You'll see; you'll like it down here.”

“No! No! Sirius, I don't want to stay here! I want to go back upstairs! I want Ron! I want.....”

He stopped rocking her and pushed her off his lap. “Shut-up about that stupid boy! He's been Obliviated and he thinks we played chess all night! He will grow up believing you ran away, he doesn't remember bringing you down here for me! He's sucked my cock every night I've been away from you because he thinks he has a huge crush on me and wants to prove his love! He's already forgotten about looking for you! And someday he'll get married to some other cunt and rear their fucking brats with her! Forget about stupid, mother-fucking Ron!” His voice was a roar by now.

He stood up and started jabbing his finger into her chest, “He never had a Cherry Bowl Day with you! You shouldn't have sucked my fingers into your mouth and tongued it as if you were showing me what you could do with my dick! You shouldn't have let me play with your tits! I know fucking Ron never touched your tits before the night he brought me to you! Damn you, bitch! You're my slave, MY sex slave! And you're going to learn to like being my sex slave because you're going to be very busy fucking the shit out of me! Do you hear me?!”

She scooted away, looking at him in horror. “No, no! I won't! I'll kill myself first!”

His voice became low, his speech slow and controlled at first, then increasing in speed and intensity as he spoke. “Oh really? And, just how to you propose to do that? One of us will be with you nearly twenty-four hours a day, and when you ARE alone, you will be restrained so you can't harm yourself. You won't be able to manage it. And, if I have to tie your hands behind your back and wipe your ass every time you shit, then so be it! But you will not commit suicide, you will not attempt it!”

She felt the blood drain from her face as her ass tingled, a look of shock on her face as she stared at him, her eyes opened wide. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God. You're serious. You really are serious! I'm stuck here, with you, forever? You, and Kreacher?! Oh, my God.” She balled herself up against the headboard and began crying loudly, her body shaking with her sobs.

Sirius looked at her with exasperation and gave a deep sigh.

“Come on Kitten.” He grabbed her arm, trying to pull her towards him. “I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean it that way. You'll enjoy your time with me. I promise.”

Hermione pulled her arm away from him savagely. “Luh-luh-leave m-me alooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnne!”

He made to grab her again with both hands. “Hermione, baby, I promise, you'll be happy down here if you give it a chance.”

“Nooooooooo! Nooooooooo! I can't do this! D-d-d-d-d-don't touch meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” She began to kick at him with both legs, knocking herself over as she did so. She pulled herself away from him, backing into the headboard again. She thought she had cried all her tears out when Master Kreacher had spanked her ass black and blue, but her throat was in knots again as she curled up in a little ball, wrapping her arms around herself, and cried inconsolably.

Sirius couldn't understand her responding to him like this. He knew she'd be upset with him over that damned boy she had a crush on. He knew she would cry but he had thought she'd listen to reason. Surely she could see he wanted her! He went to so much trouble to make sure they could be alone and here she was mooning over a stupid teenage boy! He was a man! He could show her a far better time than a mere boy!

Sirius looked at her, all curled up in a ball, crying frantically. Whenever he attempted to pull her into his arms she would kick and punch at him. He decided to let her be for the time being. She needed time to deal with her new life; obviously, she wasn't as happy as he had hoped she would be, but he knew she'd come around eventually. Sadly, he turned to Kreacher and told him to care for the girl, that he would be back as soon as he could get out from under the eyes of his watchdogs.

And, once again, Kreacher had to use Skele-gro and the healing paste after Master left.

Kreacher began training the Mudblood for his Master. She, unfortunately, was being stubborn. She would become docile for a short time, then become a fighting tiger if he left her alone for long enough. It was almost as if she was broken for a while and then was able to recoup, ready to fight. He wanted to have her ready for his Master when he came back, he wanted her to be the perfect sex slave, but she wasn't cooperating. She did a great many things wrong. Oh, yes, she did.

And Kreacher loved it when the whore didn't do things just right, he liked to spank and paddle her behind until it glowed red. Yes, red was definitely the Mudblood's color.

He grew tired of having her over his knee or laying on top of him while on the bed, so he borrowed an unused spanking horse from his Mistress LeStrange's residence. He liked visiting the LeStranges, they were as noble as his Masters, the Blacks. The LeStrange house elves always greeted him royally and they were only too happy to lend him the spanking horse. He enjoyed seeing her chained to it, his excitement increasing as he neared her, her ass up in the air, knowing she couldn't do anything to stop him. Sometimes he would chain the Mudblood's wrists and ankles to the horse, but usually he would just have her ankles chained to encourage self-control - she had to control her urge to raise her hands to stop him.

The Mudblood liked numbers. Master Sirius had said so long ago. Sometimes Kreacher would spank the Mudblood just because he liked to and he would force her to count each time his hand came in contact with her round ass with a loud smack. He rarely caused a bruise, Master Sirius didn't like that – he preferred her skin to be peaches and cream. Sometimes he'd stick a butt plug in, but Kreacher usually put a vibrator in both her sex holes before he began because he knew that increased the pain the Mudblood experienced while she was being spanked. Sometimes Kreacher hit her a dozen times, sometimes a hundred. It depended upon how she counted. If she did something wrong he would start the count over. Kreacher had various reasons for restarting the count: obviously if she lost count, but also when she hesitated, if she spoke in a whisper or too loud, if she whimpered, if she raised her hands off the floor or moved that delicious ass away from his hand. And, he especially started over if she cried or begged for him to stop. So many marvelous reasons to restart the count! In the beginning, Kreacher had to start over a great deal, which delighted him. Once he was finished with the spanking he'd rub, lick, and kiss her butt. He almost always fucked her up the ass, too, because he would get a raging hard-on while smacking her. Out came the vibrator and in went his cock. Sometimes he paddled her after the butt-fuck just for good measure. And she would have to keep count for him.

Yes, Kreacher enjoyed when she did something wrong. Oh, yes, he did.

When Master finally came back to the room a few days later, she fought him as hard as she could. She wanted some type of control. But she had none. She wanted her freedom. They wouldn't let her have it. She was their sex slave and they were going to make her do what they wanted, when they wanted. They were cruel to her that night, determined to impress upon her how bad they could get if she displeased them. Kreacher may not have been able to break her for long, but the both of them together were determined to make her obedient for good. Sirius didn't realize it at the time, but his participating in her torment was the mitigating factor in breaking her. She had waited for him to come back in hopes he would see her distress and let her go under strict orders to keep their secret, and she had been fully prepared to keep that secret forever. She was prepared to do anything if it would get her out of the situation she was currently in. At the very least, she hoped he would forbid Master Kreacher from torturing her. She had seen him as a protector of sorts; someone who kept Kreacher at bay, someone she could count on to heal her and make her pain go away. She didn't see him with the same fear she saw with Kreacher. To have him help inflict such prolonged terror, humiliation, and pain was a huge psychological blow.

They put her over the spanking horse (Sirius was pleased with this new piece of furniture), then forced large vibrators into both her holes and turned them on high, keeping them in her with a leather harness. The both of them spanked her, with hands and with paddles, which caused pain to shoot through her lower abdomen and pelvic area as the vibrators were forced against tender organs. She found she would have a dull ache in her uterus for hours after being spanked like this. They forced her to call them Master, they asked her questions and made her answer them, they told her the new rules of her life with each spank and made her repeat them back. They would stop for a while so Sirius could apply the healing paste, make her drink water, then force her to perform oral sex on them. Then they would continue spanking her, the new rules being driven into her.

She also learned about whipping while chained to the spanking horse. Her ass was whipped so it was criss-crossed with little open wounds that dripped blood down her legs, her screams ignored. Once done, Sirius cleansed her wounds, then applied the paste to keep her from scarring. He made her drink more water, then they began again. When she had to urinate, she was forced to do it while bent over the horse, his hand rubbing her so it sprayed into her face while she was forced to open her mouth and drink.

She was flogged, front and back, while they told her repeatedly she was to obey from now on or face her punishment. Her arms were chained to the ceiling, her ankles to the floor. She was blindfolded to increase her fear. She couldn't move away from the torment. Before the blindfold was applied, she saw with terrified eyes that they used wide-tailed floggers that weren't very long. She expected them to be as painful as the whip has been and began to cry long before any contact was made. She could feel the air swirling about her as they walk around her, carefully choosing targets, hitting her gently with the tails. The flogging didn't particularly hurt at first, but then her skin gradually became over-sensitized, then painful, especially her buttocks, which already ached from her previous spanking. Sirius mainly hit her breasts, and Kreacher aimed for her buttocks and thighs. Every once in a while, Kreacher hit a spot that would cause a burning pain to shoot down her leg. First one would strike, then the other. She eventually began crying and begging for them to stop; at first, more out of fear than true pain. They didn't stop until she was sobbing and her skin was fiery red and tender; Sirius checked with his wrist hovering over her skin and could feel the heat radiating off her. They were practiced with the skill of the flogger and were careful not to break her skin, unlike when they used the whip. They forced her to stay standing for over and hour, chained and blindfolded, with her skin burning and hot, and the shadow of bruises emerging. Sirius made her go up and down on her tip-toes every 10 minutes to make sure her blood didn't pool in her legs while he hooked his fingers into her vagina and Kreacher hooked his into her anus, they then both pulled her up roughly to make her do her exercises. Every once in a while, in between exercises and without warning, Kreacher would give her another strike, just to remind her they were still there; she found she could not relax as she tried to listen for and anticipate the next painful flog.

Without warning, Sirius' thumb parted her lips, hooked onto her lower teeth, and pulled her lower jaw down; she felt a sock-gag shoved into her mouth, and tied in place with a scarf. As she wondered what was going to happen next, a wet pillowcase was placed over her head; she began to squeal and buck against the chains holding her in place, her back arching with her agonized attempts to breathe. Her mind panicked as she remembered Sirius telling her this method would be used to “get rid of” her; did she finally displease them enough that they were finally going to replace her with Ginny? After a few minutes, her body began to relax as the buzzing in her brain became distant and she felt herself slipping away; the pillowcase was jerked off her head, allowing her to take in deep whistling breaths through her nose.

Just as she felt her heart rate normalize, the pillowcase was replaced over her head. This time, she felt Kreacher flogging her ass while she bucked her body and struggled to breathe. Again, as she began to relax in the beginnings of unconsciousness, the pillowcase was removed. She squealed and cried desperately, fearful of how long the torture would continue, fearing how it would end. She couldn't see what they were going to do to her, had no idea if Sirius had the pillowcase in his hands, ready to put it on her again. She felt hands on her breasts as the pillowcase was applied yet again; the hands began twisting and pulling her nipples before two mouths sucked them in and began a luscious assault on them, her body reacting strongly to the stimulation. She felt her body tensing in near-climax as well as relaxing from near-suffocation, if she had any air left in her she would have released a long moan of agony and ecstasy. The pillowcase was removed from her head as the hands pulled away from her body leaving her gasping for breath and throbbing in between her legs.

Again, just as she relaxed, the pillowcase was quickly put on her head, this time pulled tight around her neck as she felt something large, slick, ice cold, and unyielding forced into her anus without allowing her to relax and accommodate its entrance; something large enough to make her squeal in pain. What was that? Was it something they could turn on and cause her more pain? She wondered, her mind struggling to think in its numb haze of fear, just what was with the fascination of shoving things up her ass? She felt a mouth on her tits again and some fingers slide into her vagina as the pillowcase was jerked off her head. Whatever it was that was up her ass was being worked in and out rapidly, causing discomfort as it slid along her tender tissue, the muscle spasming painfully. The hand worked opposite the thing so that as one went in, the other came out while the sucking on her tits went from one nipple to the other randomly. She spread her legs more and began to try and grind her clit into the wrist of the hand that was between her legs when she felt the pillowcase being put back over her; she frantically bobbed her head in a vain attempt to keep it away as her body was being assaulted from the three different angles. This time, she flung her body as hard as she could against Sirius, successfully knocking the hand and mouth from her, tried to dip her knees, and threw her head in circles in an attempt to knock the wet hood off; but it was no use.

Once the wet pillowcase was in place, flogging began again, this time harder and more insistent. She felt a hand snake up her legs, palm her mons, then start to rub her clit; within moments, she felt the familiar heat building up within her sex. Again, the pillowcase was removed just before she passed out, the hand continuing to masturbate her as she caught her breath, the hand caused her body to tighten and rear her ass back as the beginning stages of orgasm began. The hand was withdrawn quickly, frustrating her as she felt a deep throb set in her clitoris, her hips bucked a few times as they sought out the hand that had left her. She couldn't believe she had nearly gone over the edge and that her body was seeking its tormentor.

The pillowcase was again replaced and she felt the fingers start rubbing her again, then a mouth joined them while another mouth and hands attacked her breasts, both of them working together to bring her to a strong climax as she fought for breath, trying to scream as she felt herself explode; she threw her head back as her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her muscles tightened so that all her limbs straightened out, her back arching painfully in glorious release as she felt herself fading out once again. She couldn't believe her body was able to orgasm while it simultaneously struggled to survive. The pillowcase was removed and, as she took in great whistling gulps of air, she heard them excitedly discuss her bodies response to her intense orgasm, their talk turning to making her do a repeat performance. At the thought of having to go through that again, she arched her body and flung her head back with a great muffled scream, then sagged against her chains, her arms bearing her weight as she cried in great heaves of distress.

She heard Kreacher make an angry noise at her. Without warning, she felt the flogging begin on both sides of her, Sirius' voice yelling at her to “Stand up! Stand the fuck up, bitch!” The thing in her ass drove into her as her buttocks tightened with the impact of the floggers tail, causing pain from within. She struggled into a standing position, crying quietly, fearfully. What, oh, what had she gotten herself into? They flogged her more, telling her to be silent. She wasn't allowed to moan or cry, she had to be silent. She was slapped. Finally, she relented. She stood there, blindfolded, head down, arms chained above her head, legs chained to the floor, something large shoved painfully up her ass, and controlled her urge to sniffle and cry as she let her tears and snot run down her face.

When she fainted from the forced standing, Kreacher wanted to leave her hanging there but Sirius took her down; he insisted she would need more punishment and they couldn't risk causing permanent injury. Immediately upon hearing she would need more punishment, Kreacher was quick to help his Master remove her carefully from the chains and lay her down. The sock gag was removed, the over-sized marble dildo taken out of her ass, her face cleaned, and the cuts on her wrists mended.

As soon as she came around, they started her punishments again.

They put clips on her nipples and clitoris, and Kreacher enjoyed tugging on them while standing over her, Sirius had her legs locked still with magic and held her arms above her head so she couldn't grab at the chains. The clips they used were strong and meant to cause pain as soon as they were applied. Her Masters made her get on her hands and knees, she felt weights of some sort being attached to the clips, the weight pulling on her skin mercilessly. Kreacher would make the weights swing in circles, increasing her pain. She thought at times that her skin would rip. All the while, the skin on her breasts, butt, and upper thighs continued to ache with a burning heat from the flogging, while her lower abdomen and buttocks ached deeply from the spanking. Kreacher put the vibrators back in, turned them on, and told Sirius he wanted to start spanking her again. The vibrations exacerbated the pain she felt in her clitoris and lower abdomen. She didn't think she could deal with the clips, the vibrators, and a spanking while being blindfolded all at once. She thought she was going to go insane.

'Is there any use in fighting them? They cause me pain when I displease them. I can't stop them. They are torturing me! I am being tortured. They won't stop, I know they won't. I hate this. I hate having to please them, yet I don't want to hurt anymore! I hate having to call them Master! But they'll punish me more if I don't! I want my Mum! I want Mrs. Weasley! I want a hug! I wish someone would give me a hug! Oh, please, stop the pain!'

Finally, she began to cry and say she was sorry. Her voice an alarming moan of fear and pain.

“Please! Please forgive me, Master! Please! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for being a bad slave! I promise I'll do better! I promise! Please! Please don't hurt me anymore! No more spanking! Please! Don't spank me again! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeese! Please stop hurting me! I'll be a good girl! I promise! Just don't hurt me anymore! Please! Take these things off of me! They hurt! Take the blindfold off! Let me see again! I hurt and I'm scared! I'm so scared! Please! Please! Please! Please stop hurting me! Please!”

Suddenly, she felt Master's hands on her bottom. He spoke gently to her as he unbuckled the harness, turned off the vibrators and removed them. He put his hands on her shoulders and helped her sit back on her knees, then removed the blindfold and kissed her tears away; her frantic crying subsided and became a low, hiccupping sniffle. He murmured words of encouragement as he slowly and carefully removed the clips from her nipples, one by one. The near total numbness of each nipple surrounded by a deep burning pain turned into an overwhelming agony as blood rushed back into the tissues, taking a few minutes before their throbbing dulled. She was whimpering as she clutched her arms around his neck, desperately seeking comfort. He then gently pulled her up into his lap, keeping an arm around her protectively. He used his other hand to carefully open her thighs wide, then reached down to slowly release the clit clip. When he did this, she screamed as intense pain shot through her groin, spreading up into her abdomen and down her legs. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she spasmed, then fell limp. When she roused a few minutes later, she found she was lying on the floor, her head on Masters lap as he gently wiped her face off with a cool rag.

“Master?” Her voice had the little-girl quality to it that he liked.

“It's okay, baby, it's okay. It'll be all right. You stay a good slave and you won't have to go through this again, baby.” He pulled her up to kiss her, then began to rub in the healing paste that would get rid of the reddened and swollen areas on her body. She could feel the pain begin to ebb as he rubbed her skin, and she was grateful that he cared enough to heal her and take her pain away. He pulled her up into his arms and gave her the hugs she so desperately needed, kissing her tenderly as he smoothed her hair. She sat quietly, her head leaning against his chest, letting him fuss over her, her eyes with a far-away look as she stared straight ahead. She listened to him talking to her in a calm, reassuring voice though she didn't really hear what he was saying, she caught an occasional word here and there but was more interested in the fact that he had stopped her pain and she was safe now.

It upset him to be so cruel with his Kitten. But, she needed to be broken. She had to be made obedient. And he knew Kreacher was right, they had to break her spirit, then build her back up again, molding her the way they wanted. He had a feeling they were successful with breaking her though he worried they had gone too far. This punishment reminded him too much of Azkaban and he shuddered at the thought. He hugged her tightly and made a personal vow that she would never be forced to deal with that again, no matter what.

Her response to having the clips removed worried him. 'Too long,' he thought, 'we left them on too long.' He looked at the clips, wondering about them. He suspected that Kreacher had them spelled to cause more pain and suffering than a clip should. He had used clips on other women in the past and none of them had reacted as strongly to their application as Hermione did; the women had found them an enhancement to their sexual pleasure, not one of severe pain. He felt a slight tingle of magic in his fingers when he held them and thought he'd investigate into it further at a later date. Right now he had a frightened girl in his arms to comfort and mold.

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Authors notes, you may freely skip this:

Sexual gratification from stool is called coprophilia... Not something I find particularly palatable. But, it definitely ranks high in the “I don't want it done to me” category. Therefore, it's part of the story. I could not bring myself to make Hermione eat the doo-doo at first. But, when it came to the “break Hermione's spirit” part, I thought it would be a good spirit breaking tool, then I removed that section I wrote because I just found it too gross and I felt she had gone through enough. I've read that that is used as a torture method for real; for example, an Inca King was forced to eat stool before his subjects. I struggled to find a website that would explain why people find this so alluring but none did – they just contained pictures. Therefore, I had to kind of wing it to satisfy the request for scat. Ahem, hope I did a good enough job.
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I was going to include the websites I was viewing but I'm not sure linkage to those particular sites are allowed, and I don't want to have my story deleted, I'd be sad... So, you'll just have to look them up yourself... I would be so grateful if someone who is into this would email me and discuss this so I understand it better... And, also to let me know if I did an okay job in my story on the scat sex... Also, I'm quite non-judgmental on stuff like this; I figure that if you like it and it doesn't hurt anyone else, then it's okay by me.
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Remember, never force your partner into a sex act they don't want to do.
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The websites below are ones I thought I could add as FYI stuff for you...

This is what Kreacher initially gave Hermione on her face... Ick...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dirty_Sanchez_(sexual_act
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About flogging...
http://public.diversity.org.uk/deviant/fsflgprc.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flagellation
http://www.aswgt.com/content-flogging-1.htm
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Other stuff:
http://faqs.cs.uu.nl/na-dir/soc-subculture/bondage-faq/part2.html
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Learn to spank for fun and without causing injury, not like what Kreacher is doing.
http://stason.org/TULARC/sex-relationships/spanking/index.html
http://faqs.cs.uu.nl/na-dir/alt-sex/spanking-faq.html
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And, a website that sells one of those spanking horses I mention. Never heard of one before I started this story.
http://www.toys4lust.com/
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The harness I speak of:
http://www.extremerestraints.com/female-butt-plug-and-dildo-harness_1295.html
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I've also been reading sites on torture. Yes, on torture methods, but also how people survived torture and dealt with it afterwards. I hope I never have to deal with anything so horrible as torture. It's amazing, and frightening, what people will do to their human-beings. I don't understand how they can do horrible stuff to another person and enjoy it. I'd have nightmares. And, I hope that anyone who reads this chapter finds it interesting but also finds it uncomfortable to read.
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Yes, yes, I know I'm beginning to annoy people with all my meanness towards Hermione. Remember, they are breaking her will. I would imagine this would normally be done over a course of weeks but I don't think you want to read 20 chapters of this being done slowly. Well, I dunno, maybe you would. But, Kreacher wanted to get it done and over with in a quick and efficient manner.
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I mention Hermione having an orgasm while she is being asphyxiated. People die doing this stuff to each other and doing it to themselves. Supposedly, the lack of oxygen produces a more intense orgasm. So, I figured I'd let Hermione get some physical enjoyment out of the whole thing so I could mention it in my authors notes. Remember, this is a dangerous practice and people die from it.
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And, lastly, I've never been tortured nor have I ever done so to anyone else. I'm just writing down how I think I would feel.

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