Cherries

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Story: Cherries
Author: bubblybabs
Email: bubbalilly@gmail.com
Beta: Periculum
Total Word Count: 6,710
Last Edit Date: 11/16/08
Clean-up editing: 04/23/2009
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Chapter 9 – Struggling to Acquiesce

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Over the following weeks, Sirius only entered the slave room for a quick fuck, then left shortly thereafter because he knew he was being watched. Albus, Remus, and especially Moody, dogged him constantly. He had to be very careful, lest someone find him going through the door behind the shelves in the basement, so he often had to wait until Albus was at Hogwarts and the other two were off doing Order business. It seemed everyone in the house was watching him, waiting for him to slip up. For a few months, he could only get down to use her once a day, sometimes twice, and he didn't dare stay long. But, as time went on, more often than not, he'd be there for hours making her actively participate in his fantasies. She quickly learned many new things in the slave room. Kreacher now understood why she was considered the smartest witch of her age; she was such a quick study.

Yes, she learned to do as they wished. Her whole life revolved around not being punished. would only allow spanking as her formal punishment, wanting to save “the big stuff” for when she was really bad. She worked hard to make sure she was never thought of as being bad enough to require “the big stuff” again.

She rationalized that the sex play she was subjected to was tolerable even though it was often demeaning and sometimes frightening. Sometimes, what they wanted her to do was uncomfortable, but not outright painful like her punishments. Once she began to accept the bondage and let go of her need for control, once she began to trust they would not cause her permanent harm, she found she could get a thrill out of some of the things they did together. She enjoyed Master far more than Master Kreacher though, and would eagerly await his arrival. Master protected her from the overzealous Master Kreacher and tried to make sure she enjoyed herself.

At first, she was distressed over all of the sexual positions they taught her: The Madam Butterfly, The Kangaroo Shuffle, The Eiffel Tower, The Driver's Seat, The Corkscrew, The Bullhorn, The Bike Pump – pretty much any position they found in one of their books or magazines. But learn, she did, and she did it with enthusiasm or Kreacher had a field day spanking her.

She became acquainted with even more sex toys – both Sirius and Kreacher spent considerable time experimenting with all the new gadgets they found in various sex shops. Anal beads became a favorite for a while, all three of them using them at one point or another. Both of her Masters enjoyed putting a vibrator in both of her sex holes and turning them on, strapping them in place with the harness, then watching her as she struggled to stay still for as long as possible while trying to fight the vibrations as they spread throughout her pelvis; eventually she could no longer resist the sensations and would start to moan and gasp and gyrate her lower body in little circles, then begin to rock her hips in an unending quest for relief she couldn't find until they decided it was time; one of the rules when they did this to her was that she was not allowed to touch herself in any way to find relief. Once she started to gyrate her hips she would be begin to make her “slut noises”, and it didn't take her long to start begging them to do ANYTHING to her to make her cum. If they let her go long enough she'd start to cry; after she cried the first time, Master never let her get to that point again. Kreacher liked to do this when Master was away. He always made her cry.

Some of the toys they acquired seemed to cause her pain, but that did not matter to Kreacher. Master seemed to get distressed over it for some reason, but Kreacher didn't mind it at all. She didn't like the pinwheel being used over her body, or being given enemas. His favorite little toys, jewelry if you will, were the nipple clips and the clit clip, especially when they were connected together with a chain. Kreacher had them spelled to create pain when clamped on her skin, and only her skin; he couldn't risk Master testing them on himself and discovering his spell. She hated them, he knew she did. He loved to pull on them and make her follow him all over the place on her knees. Master wouldn't let him use them when he wasn't there because he wanted to be able to heal her and lessen her pain, and had even taken them away from him, but Kreacher just replaced them and told her she better not tell Master he had gotten more or else he'd make sure she thought those clips were as benign as a watch.

Master's favorite thing to do was to incapacitate the Mudblood physically and then either fuck the shit out of her or make her perform oral sex on them. Master used pictures in magazines he bought at the store to help him think up new and creative ways to use her for bondage - she now knew what it was like to be hogtied in various ways and hung from the ceiling. Kreacher liked watching her hang in the air from ropes, with her arms and legs trussed tightly behind her back. Master would grab her by the hair or by her hips, depending on which end he shoved his dick into, and would swing her back and forth in tiny arcs so he didn't have to pump his hips. Sometimes he got really wild with her in the air, his eyes closed and head thrown back in ecstasy while ordering her to suck harder or squeeze harder. Sometimes he stood while doing this, other times he was in a chair. Often, they would do her from both ends simultaneously while she was up in the air, then they'd spin her around a bit and switch places. She had no control at all, and it was amusing to see her tits swinging free while their cum dripped out of her, splattering onto the floor. Master also liked to lie below her and have her suck him off while she hung upside down, all the while moaning and bucking his hips.

Sometimes she would be hanging for hours, annoying Kreacher when Master checked their slave periodically to make sure she was comfortable. And Master took advantage of her helpless position when she needed to relieve her bladder of the many glasses of water he had made her drink. He would position himself under her and make her give him a Golden Shower. Sometimes he spun her as she urinated, sometimes he swung her back and forth, other times he had her stationary. Not only did she give, she also received, from both her Masters.

Master also liked attaching spreader bars to the Mudblood; Kreacher could see the allure of them though he thought his elfin magic worked better. The slave was still able to move with these devices on, though she couldn't run. Master used the spreader bars on her wrists, thighs, and/or ankles – it just depended upon what he wanted to do at the time. Kreacher didn't mind joining in; there was something so appealing about seeing her physically restrained. His elfin magic may have worked better but you couldn't visualize it. Yes, there was definitely something to be said for using Muggle leather, ropes, and metal together.

Master also began adept with rope tying. He bought several books on Shibari and Western bondage techniques and was fascinated with the patterned rope tying he could accomplish. Kreacher watched with elation when his Master tried new ways to confine the Mudblood, even he was impressed with the number of creative ways her arms could be bound.

The Mudblood learned what she could do with her mouth when she was bound. Not only did she perform oral sex, oh, no, she didn't. Both Sirius' and Kreacher's bodies were cleaner than they had ever been before. Every delicious fold was meticulously licked clean on a daily basis. Who needed a shower when they could have a Mudblood Trip Around the World?

She also became adept at playing with her body for her Master's enjoyment; 'masturbation became her middle name' as they say. He liked it when she did a strip tease for him and then played herself off. He had a thing for watching her with vibrators, even though she'd be dry as a bone while using them. She had to have one in both holes for a long time before she got wet with a vibrator. Kreacher pondered what Master's fascination was with the Muggle devices when a wand would work just as well. He guessed he didn't really care as long as Master was enjoying it.

The Mudblood learned that begging to be fucked was much less painful than begging them to stop.

And she became anxious to do what they told her to do. Oh yes, she did.

One thing Kreacher insisted upon was that the girl wasn't allowed to cry or talk while she was performing for them, just like when they were in the library. Master agreed. Instead, they insisted she moan in ecstasy - even if she didn't want to or feel like it. She was told they didn't care if she wanted to, that she would do it or be punished. The Mudblood was forced to sound like a proper slut, like she was having the time of her life, with loud moans and gasps of pleasure. The only time she was allowed to talk was when she talked dirty in a breathy voice, or when she cried their names out while climaxing. It took a few lessons from Sirius' wand to make her stop crying and begging not to have to sound like a whore, but she finally acquiesced and began to make the wonderful, alluring sounds proper for a Mudblood sex slave. She really was quite convincing and many times Kreacher thought she wasn't faking.

Master liked dressing their sex slave in leather and lace. She wore leather corsets with buckles and chains. She wore frilly corsets of red or black. He had her put on gloves, crotchless underwear, garter belts with stockings and high heels, lace-up Basques, and nippleless bras to name a few of the delectable outfits she wore. Kreacher couldn't wait to see what Master would dress her up in each day; it became a torment to wait for her to come out of the bathroom so they could descend upon her body. At first, she would come out of the bathroom shyly, almost embarrassed, but as time went on she became bolder. Master liked to make her parade around the room a bit before they snatched her up and worked her body over thoroughly.

Kreacher willingly gave Master respect and obedience, now that he had his very own Mudblood sex slave. He taught her all kinds of things Sirius never thought of and was a very horny little elf. His libido was near constant and Sirius would often come down and find Kreacher making their sex slave do some new sex act in some new position or another. Sometimes Sirius joined in, sometimes he watched until it was his turn, his hand rubbing himself as he grew. Usually he joined in.

Yes, the whore learned more about group sex with her two Masters - Sirius and Kreacher. The fine art of ménage à trois became a very frequent occurrence in the Mudblood's life. Oh yes, it did. Daily, in fact. And Master talked about finding others to join in on the festivities, others he could trust to keep his secret. Kreacher wasn't sure he liked that idea, he didn't know if he wanted to share her with others. But, if that was what Master wanted, then that was what Master would get. Oh, yes, he would.

The Mudblood became acquainted with being fucked by an Animagus, as well as sucking on his doggie dick. And Master's Animagus dick wasn't some skinny little prick like a real dogs, oh, no, it wasn't. When it came out of its furry sheath, it looked like his man member but magnified in size. At first, she balked at any form of sexual activity with Master in his animal form, but he made her see how unreasonable she was being. Kreacher liked watching his doggie Master fucking the Mudblood. He thought it amusing to see her being roughly humped, and he would make her bark like a dog while she was balls-deep with doggie dick. Oh, how he cackled at the sight of her barking and howling like a dog! And sometimes he joined in on the sex so she was being humped from the rear and sucking him off, too. A few times, Master made sure to doggy-fuck the girl in front of his mother's portrait and the old woman would laugh and laugh in great delight. Kreacher knew his Master was pleased with his mother's delight and he hoped this became a more frequent occurrence – they had to be careful though, so they weren't caught by the others. Someday, Kreacher knew, the three of them would be alone in the house, and they could do the slut all the time in front of his Mistress. Kreacher couldn't wait for that day. Oh, no, he couldn't.

Kreacher loved putting a collar and leash on her and making her crawl after him as he backed away from her, all the while calling her like a dog. “Here Slave! Here Slave! Come here, Slave! That's a good, Slave!” He would make her beg to be allowed to perform fellatio on him, then he would 'give her permission' and allow her to suck him dry. Not just once, oh no. He made her do it until she complained of feeling full, then he'd make her do it some more.

Oh, yes. Life was definitely a great deal more agreeable with the Mudblood sex slave at his beck and call. Oh, yes, it was.

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Hermione quickly learned there was a huge difference between her two Masters in the way they treated her. Master Kreacher could be counted on to always be demeaning and unpleasant. Master Sirius would vacillate between being mean and angry and being kind and caring. He was rarely angry though, and that made it easier to look to him for comfort.

Hermione found she liked it when Master did things to her, when he took control. She rationalized that if she wasn't making the decisions, then she wasn't a bad girl. She still struggled with feeling dirty. Her Master told her she wasn't dirty, he told her repeatedly she pleased him and he thought her magnificent. He didn't punish her when she did what he wanted, and she found she was often rewarded for doing so. He made sure he brought her pleasure while she worked to do the same for him. Even if she wasn't perfect, he didn't punish her as long as she tried. Master liked to give her the hugs she craved. Hugs and praise. So she tried especially hard to make him happy, and was quick to do anything he asked of her. Sometimes she thought of how shamefully whorish she had become and how disappointed her mother would be with her, then she would ruthlessly push those dangerous thoughts into the back of her mind – she only allowed herself to think in ways to please her Masters; if they were pleased, they didn't cause her pain.

“Kitten, put your arms behind your back, baby. That's it.” She could feel him tying her arms behind her with rope. Once tied, he pulled himself up behind her so his penis was against her hands, she could feel it enlarging, and she gave a low moan of anticipation. He reached around her with his hands and began to knead her breasts.

“Grab my dick, baby. That's it, darlin', that's it, baby. Oh, yeah, rub it, baby, you know what to do. Ahhh, go on, baby. Up and down, squeeze that cock in those hot little hands. Not too hard, darling, nice and steady. Oooooh yeah. Yeah. Come on, you're doing great, yeah. Faster, baby. Go faster! Fasssssssster yeahhhhhhhhhhhh.”

His voice became a hoarse whisper as he instructed her, urged her to continue, telling her how to hold her fingers. He began to pump himself in her hands while he roughly clutched at her breasts, pulling her nipples hard in different directions. She put her head back against him as he fucked her hands. She could feel his distillatia sliming her hands as her own love juices moistened her lips between her legs. She pushed his dick against her butt as her ass reared back, letting his fuck muscle glide along her crevice.

“Oh, please, Master! Please!”

Hermione had a throbbing ball of nerves between her legs that she desperately wanted taken care of. She wished she could grab herself but she couldn't. She wanted him to fuck her but she also wanted him to masturbate her. And, she knew that the more excited she acted, the more chance she had of him doing what she wanted.

“All right, baby. All right. I'll give you what you need.”

He pulled her towards the bed and gently leaned her over the foot-board until her head was lying on a pillow he had placed there. He spread her legs wide with his feet, and massaged her ass.

“You know what you're going to get, baby.” His voice was tight and commanding.

He slid his hands up and down her back, then began to rub her buttocks again, slowly advancing his fingers towards and then around her anus as he watched it pucker in anticipation. He grabbed his dick and slid it along her juices between her legs, bringing a moan out of her as his head hit her cherry pit of love.

She couldn't wait for him to do something, wanting him to do anything to satisfy her arousal. She knew what he'd do to her once he entered her fully and she was anxious for him to proceed. She did her best to feel as aroused as she acted, knowing it would make him happy. And, if he was happy, she was happy.

“Oh please, Master! Please, poke it in me, please!” She wiggled her ass at him. “Please!”

He chuckled at her while smacking her cheek. “Patience, my little baby whore.”

He slowly inserted his dick into her cunt, pushing in as far as he could go. He then pulled back and shoved forward hard.

“How's that, baby?” He had his hands on her ass, her cheeks spread open so he could see her pucker-hole as she clenched it rhythmically.

Her voice had become husky as the words trembled from desire. “Yes... Oh, yes... More, please, more.”

“You're so warm, Kitten, your box is so fucking hot. Grab my cock with your cunt, baby! Squeeze it! Yeah, that's it! Oh! Yeah! Harder, baby!”

She was squeezing her inner muscles as hard as she could while he slid his dick in and out of her rapidly. He seemed to be going in and out too fast, she suddenly began to worry he wouldn't do what she really wanted. She knew he preferred anal sex over vaginal and it pleased her when he responded so favorably to her begging.

“Oh, Master! Please! Please!” Again, she raised and wiggled her ass at him, her unused hole puckering tightly, then relaxing, then puckering again. She knew how much he enjoyed this. “Please!”

“What do you want, baby? Say it, my little slut! Say it.” He was kneading her ass cheeks while his thumbs rubbed her hole. He would push a thumb into the center of her rosebud, not quite entering her all the way, then pull it back; then he did the same with his other thumb, teasing her as she bucked against him.

“Master! Oh please! Fuck me up my ass! Then finger me! Fuck me and finger me, please!” She closed her eyes as she felt his body respond to her pleading.

He growled, “You know I like that, don't you? You know I love watching my rod working your ass.”

He pulled out of her pussy and poised the head of his phallus on her anus, then had her hold his dick in place while he began to slowly push in, fingers working his own nipples. In a little, out a little, in a little more, out a little. Each time pushing in more than he pulled out, using a little more force with each stroke. His dick pushed against her quivering asshole as it fought a losing battle against his male invasion. Her hands shaking, she held him firmly against her hole. She started pushing against him, pushing as if she were having a bowel movement, knowing that would help his moistened glans enter her faster, easier, with less discomfort. Finally, his head popped past her sphincter and he was able to carefully pump his shaft into her until he was fully seated against her ass cheeks.

“Oh baby.....You're so fucking tight....Squeeze that ass together....Fuck yeah!” His voice was throaty as he ground the words out, his hands coming down to rub her ass.

“Master.....Oh God, it feels so good!” Her voice was a hoarse whisper. She pushed against him harder, rhythmically squeezing her anus as if trying to pull him into her further. She loved the burning throb she experienced when he did this.

“Mmmmm, Kitten.” He ground his hips against her as her bunghole continued to quaver around him.

“Oh Master, don't tease me! Please, finger me, fuck me, finger me! Pleeeease!” She bucked her hips a few times in frustration, her voice a strangled though loud whisper.

He slapped her ass cheeks with both hands, then rubbed them as he pulled them apart so he could appreciate his dick in her hole. He pulled out slightly, then pushed in hard a few times before telling her gruffly, “OK, baby. Your wish is my command.”

He began to stir his dick into her slowly, her anus pulling on him tightly. He reached around and began to roll her clit in his fingers, making her jump and buck against him. His fingers began to circle and rub her nub expertly; gently at first, then increasing the pressure as he sensed her need. His other hand came up to play with her breasts.

“Yesssss, Master, yesssss! Fuck me! I love when you fuck me and finger me! Oh, Gods, yesssssssss!” Her voice was barely above a whisper, getting higher in pitch as she spoke until she finally came in his fingers, her body wriggling under him in pleasure as he slowly fucked her tight little ass. He then roughly grabbed her hips and worked himself in and out of her with a quickening pace until he wrung himself dry into her rectum.

Spent, he leaned over her for a few minutes, then pulled her onto the bed. He held her tightly and told her how much he enjoyed his time with her. Hermione snuggled close to him, her eyes closed, basking in his praise and loving his strong arms around her. She took a deep breath, taking in his scent - all man, sweat, and sex. She wanted to put her arms around him and pull him closer to her, but her arms were still tied behind her back. All she cared about was that he was being kind to her and not causing her pain.

Master would sit with her between his legs on a chair, his arms around her while holding one of his magazines so they could both peruse it, discussing what they would do next. He was aware that she wasn't as enthusiastic over the magazines as he was, but he was content to have her in his arms as they looked through them, to have her help him decide their next activity. He found how shy she would become cute as they looked at the pictures, and he hoped she never stopped blushing. He liked experimenting with different positions and he knew that some of the positions he wanted her in were difficult to obtain and maintain; he was aware that she really hated the Supported Doggy Stretch position and anything else that required her to use strength while he satisfied himself.

She tolerated looking through his magazines with him because she was at least able to help him decide which positions to try. He was aware that some of them frightened her; she didn't like it when he wanted her to stand on her hands while he held her legs as he performed cunnilingus; cumming was not the most pleasurable in this position as she struggled to remember to keep her arms straight so she wouldn't collapse (she rather thought Master would have kept her from falling but she still didn't feel safe); and some positions she downright detested, such as the Electric Chair; but she did them because he wanted to do them and it wasn't wise to refuse her Master.

When Master left, she often had to deal with Master Kreacher's critique of how she had performed. If he was displeased with her in any way, she had to endure a spanking on the horse. He never praised her performance with Master, no matter how satisfied he had been with her.

One night, after Master Kreacher allowed her to bathe and dress (her attire was something Master had bought for her from a lingerie shop, so, as usual, it was quite skimpy), Hermione sat and reflected on her life since her kidnapping. She had no idea how long she had been in this room. There weren't any windows to help her keep time, and no clocks adorned the walls. She wasn't sure if she had been there for a week or a month. She felt as if she had been there for forever due to her boredom, but she thought it had actually only been seven or eight days. She wasn't sore anymore, at least not as bad as she had been when she was first brought down. She was allowed to soak herself in the tub and Master made sure to apply his paste when he came down. He had also brought a lotion the last time he was there that smelled of cherries (she still hated them) and made her skin feel wonderful and energized.

She thought about how six months ago she never would have thought she would be so eager to please Sirius and Kreacher (her Masters) just to keep them from punishing her. Back then, she figured she would have fought until they killed her, but thinking about something and going through it for real were two very different things indeed. She now realized that one should never say they would do something a certain way before they truly knew what they were talking about. To say you'll never buckle under torture when you've merely read about the techniques was foolish – that was like saying you'd stay still in the middle of a burning building and sing a lullaby without missing a note until your last breath because everyone knows that THAT would never happen.

In the beginning, she had thought about trying to escape, but they never gave her a chance to try; one of them was with her at all times or she was chained to the bed before they left her alone. Even when she went to the bathroom she was watched, she found it mortifying to have Master standing there while she had a bowel movement; urinating didn't bother her, but having a BM did. There were no windows in the place for her to at least fantasize about escaping. The door that Master used became completely hidden when not in use, she saw he had to place his hand on it before the edges of the door would show up making her think it had to recognize his touch, then he spoke a password that seemed to change at regular intervals; once he spoke the password the door would swing open. Twice it did not open for Master and she found out that it was because someone was in the basement that would see Master leave – the door recognized if someone was near it that was not supposed to know of its existence. Her heart sank when she realized the door would not let others see it because that meant accidental discovery was almost nil. She found that the door did absolutely nothing for her when she touched it.

She looked down at the food in front of her; it was unappetizing and she was struggling to swallow it down. Master Kreacher had brought pork chops, mashed potatoes, and carrots for her – something she normally liked a lot. She was aware she had lost weight since being prisoner, but she never felt hungry and eating had become a chore. Master Kreacher was constantly berating her for something, his hands always touching her in some way, and she felt hard pressed to concentrate on anything due to his attentions. Her appetite had always been good, her belly neither bulging nor concave. But now she could feel her ribs, and any clothing Master had bought for her hung loosely on her body.

She looked around the prison she now called home, trying to take it all in. The overwhelming color scheme was blue. Master told her he knew her favorite color was blue, hence the colors he chose when he redecorated. Blues, silvers, grays. It reflected her innermost feelings – blue. She had read many of the books on the shelves, though she had to endure Master Kreacher constantly stopping her in the middle of a paragraph for sexual favors. Many of those favors she could now perform without thinking. He had gone from constantly changing what he did to becoming a very mundane lover. It was either oral sex or anal, with her on her hands and knees either way. He was green, she was blue. Colors, colors everywhere; she felt lost in the colors.

She gave a deep sigh.

“What is it, filthy Mudblood?”

“Nothing, Master.”

“Then eat! Don't waste the food from the Noble House of Black.” Master Kreacher's face loomed over her.

“Yes, Master.” She slowly finished eating the food, trying to keep the food from touching her lips as she ate. For some reason, she had developed an aversion to food touching her lips. The food sat in her stomach like lead, making her feel uncomfortable.

'Will Master be here soon?' she wondered as she put her elbow on the table, and her chin in her hand. 'I hope he comes back again soon. Maybe he could stay with me longer this time.'

She wanted Master Sirius to sleep in bed with her, like a lover or a husband. She felt as if he was a paying customer and she was a prostitute, the way he came for sex and then left. She hated sleeping alone. Well, not alone, with Master Kreacher, who woke her up frequently so she could perform for him.

'Does that elf never sleep?' She yawned broadly. 'I could do with a nap.'

Climbing on the bed, its coziness belying the reality of her life, she climbed under the covers. Just as she began to feel sleep coming over her, she felt a hand on her hip trying to turn her onto her back. Sighing heavily, she obeyed.

When she looked up, she saw it wasn't Master Kreacher, it was Master. Her smile was quick and genuine, and he smiled back. She quickly sat up, climbing out from under the covers.

“You're going to sleep already, Kitten? It's only five in the evening.”

“It is? I can't tell. I was bored. Master, can't we go outside? You could make a Portkey or something and we could go outside. Just for a little while? I want to smell the flowers and feel the air on my face. And the sun, I want to feel it's warmth on my skin. Couldn't we, just for a little while?” Her questions came rapidly, so excited was she to have someone to talk to.

“No, no, not tonight.” He looked at her thoughtfully as he said this.

“Oh.”

He tapped her nose as he said, “I'll think about it though. I'll see if there's a way so it would be safe for the both of us.” He rubbed his dick through his pants, anticipating the action he was about to enjoy in a few moments time.

“Really? That would be wonderful! Just for a few minutes!” She happily bounced on the bed before him as he sat back against the headboard, fluffing the pillows behind him for comfort. He watched as her breasts jiggled with each bounce. He hoped he never got tired of seeing her like this.

“I'm glad that pleases you. I'll do my best to make it happen, but I can't promise anything.” He grabbed one of her breasts and gave it an appreciative squeeze as she obediently stilled so he could continue with both hands.

She grabbed his hands with her own, then pulled and played with her nipples as he continued to knead her tits. “Okay. That's good. As long as you try. Master, can you stay tonight? Do you think you could stay with me tonight? I promise I'll make it worth your while.”

He pulled her up to him quietly, settling her so she straddled his lap, his hands going back up to her breasts, finally freeing them from her nightie as she put her hands behind her back so she could work at unbuttoning his pants and free his cock. “Darling, I know you'll make it worth my while, you always do. I'll see if I can come back later on when everyone is asleep. If I stay away too long at this time of night they'll discover I'm gone, which may cause problems.” He felt her deft little hands finally get all of his trouser buttons open and began to work on pulling his erection through the slit in his underwear. He wiggled himself down so he was flat on the bed, preparing himself for her. His hands began to work on her tits harder, yanking on her nipples as he pulled them in little circles, rolling them in his fingers as he did so. She threw her head back as she hissed in pain. He brought a hand down to rub her clit as she finally freed his dick and began a well-practiced hand-job.

“Will you ever be able to stay with me all the time? Won't Mrs. Weasley leave after the others go to Hogwarts?”

Great sadness descended upon her. She hadn't thought of Hogwarts since her capture, her mind had been so full of other things that she didn't even consider it before now. She wondered if her mind let her forget about Hogwarts to protect her somehow. It had been August 19th when they had taken possession of her. She abruptly abandoned massaging his dick, bringing her arms forward and reaching to play with one of his shirt buttons.

He contemplated briefly before answering quietly. “Baby, the others have been back at Hogwarts for a few weeks now.”

She stared at him in silence, her mouth open in surprise, her hand frozen in place on its button. “A few weeks? I've been down here that long?”

“Yes. Today is September 15th.”

“Oh.”

She dropped her eyes and looked at his belt buckle. She didn't know what to think. She hadn't been down here long, and yet it felt like forever. She knew her Master would never let her go, and the combined magic of both her Masters was too strong for her to escape, so her only hope was for someone to rescue her. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the twins had left her and gone back to Hogwarts. She knew they had to, they had no choice, yet she almost felt abandoned. They weren't looking for her anymore. Indeed, was anyone looking for her? Did they all presume her dead? Or a Death Eater's prisoner, never to be found again? Maybe they thought she ran away on purpose and decided to leave her be, Master had said Ron already thought that.

The mood was ruined and Sirius knew there was no hope of reviving it as he watched her pout and her lower lip tremble, his dick shriveling along with her mood. He knew this was not the time for punishment as she struggled to deal with her sadness. He pulled her down onto his chest, bringing his arms up to rub her back reassuringly. He knew what she was thinking and he wasn't sure how to make her feel better. Well, he did know, but he wasn't releasing her. He knew he was being as selfish as Moody had accused him of being, but he couldn't help it. She was his, and he wanted her. She was the only spark of light in his life and he couldn't let her go. He brought his arms around her and gave her a hug. He did know of a few things that would please her though, and her birthday was coming up. He'd have to plan carefully with Kreacher to make sure her birthday was a good one.

“Master, I'm tired. Could I please sleep? Please?” She straightened her legs so she was lying on top of him, her legs no longer on either side of his hips. He spread his legs and squeezed hers between them. He could feel her nervously playing with her hair, knowing she feared punishment.

“All right, I'll lie with you a while, okay pumpkin?” His voice was soft as he brought his hand up to stroke her hair reassuringly.

“That would be nice. Thank you, Master.”

She slid off of him and he turned to spoon himself behind her, putting his arms around her. He felt a few tears fall onto his shirt sleeve but said nothing, just continued to hold her quietly.

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Authors notes, you may freely skip this...

The website where I'm getting the names to all these sex positions from:
http://101-sex-positions.com/
And I wanna know how they did all those positions without screwing the crap out of each other... I can understand the girl but the guy? And you never see his dinky... Bummer... And some of them, such as The Electric Chair, look like you could hurt yourself while doing them...
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*giggles* I had fun using some of the nasty terms in this chapter... Rod? Fuck muscle? *snicker*

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