The Power is Mine

this is a one shot, and is sort of a companion piece to my first fic If the Crime Fits the Punishment. it isn\'t required that you\'ve read that fic, but it can help in a few places where there might be mention of something or one that doesn\'t seem familiar. as with anything i write, i do not own any of the characters other than those you don\'t recognize. any you do come from the lovely, magical world created by j.k. rowling and i am simply borrowing them. i will put them back when through. and i am not making money from this. i merely do it for my enjoyment. and yours, as well. please don\'t hurt me.

be warned! the following will contain images of woman on woman. if slash of any kind isn\'t your bag, do not read any further. there will also be elements of bondage, mild torture and D/s. if any of this disturbs you... do not read any further. if you find this type of thing to be right up your alley, dude! welcome to my sick and twisted world! i hope you enjoy your stay.

finally, if you happen to make it past this and go on to the story and find you enjoy it, please let me know. i do so like to hear from you. please, let\'s be kind about it. constructive and all. no flames. the dragon is swamped, what with the holidays fast approaching. but after the first of the year... his schedule is clear.

The Power Is Mine
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Hermione stood in the center of the stone room and stared down at the crumpled form sprawled almost bonelessly at her feet. The smile that spread across her face was, at best, completely feral. This was a gift, plain and simple. And she planned to make the most of it. An event like this only came once in a lifetime. And that once in a lifetime moment had come to her only a few short minutes ago. She had simply had to take it.

She\'d been in her office, interviewing a prospective client, when she\'d been informed by her secretary that there was a woman with red hair there who was most insistent about seeing her. There were only two women she knew with red hair who would come to her place of business. Only one of them would demand to see her without an appointment. She\'d excused herself and stood, walking across the floor and out into the exterior office.

Kendra MacLeod had been standing there and had made her an offer she simply hadn\'t been able to refuse. She\'d told the man in her office that she would get back to him within the week, then had Apparated with Kendra to Hogsmeade. Laying on his back in the dirt had been Lucius Malfoy. Blood had been seeping from his nose and the look of righteous indignation had been a sight to see. Of course, the looks on both Malfoy and Snape\'s faces had been priceless. It had been the first time anyone from her school days, including Harry and Ron, had seen her in her work clothes.

Now, laying on the floor of her \'playroom\' was one Lucius Malfoy. He was battered and beaten, with a collar and leash attached to his throat. The look of stunned surprise on his face was worth all the money in the vaults of Gringott\'s. She\'d spent the better portion of her school years being insulted by Draco Malfoy to her face. His father had been a little more discrete about it. But he\'d been as bad as his son. And the two of them had done their very best to make her life a living hell. It was time to repay the favor.

Kendra had given her the perfect opportunity to repay Malfoy in kind for his cruel treatment. They had, not all that long ago, talked about Malfoy and his nasty streak. Kendra had confided little in regard to her encounters and experiences with the Malfoys, but Hermione could tell that it had been very unpleasant. That made Hermione determined to see Malfoy not only punished, but taught a lesson. She ran the flogger she held through her hand, fondling the well-worn leather of the tails. She had to come up with something that would teach Malfoy the things he so desperately needed to learn. But, she supposed, first things first.

Leaning forward, she set the flogger down on the floor while she reached into the upper cuff of her right boot. As she did so, the mounds of her bound breasts bulged out toward Malfoy\'s icy gaze. She knew he looked. In fact, she wanted him to. She wanted him to see something he might never be allowed to touch. She wanted him to think about her as something more than Hermione Granger, lowly mudblood. When she stood upright once more, she held her wand in her hand. Was pointing it at him.

She flicked it almost negligently in his direction. Effortlessly, she lifted Lucius from the floor and directed his body toward the wall behind him. She watched him with only mild interest. Several wand flicks later, she had him naked and bound to the wall. His body was muscular, pale perfection. She eyed him almost dispassionately, taking note of his manly attributes with a clinical eye. Even soft, his cock was long and thick. She could well imagine it filled with blood, hard and pumping between her thighs. His strokes would be full of power, commanding and possessing all at once. He would fill her cunt nicely.

Except he wouldn\'t be allowed to do that. She would let him look, but he wouldn\'t be allowed to touch. And she would ensure he had an eyeful. She turned away from him, sashaying her way back across the floor. She put extra swing in her hips, knowing that his eyes would be drawn to them as she walked. The high heels and the tight corset gave her very long legs and a tight waist. Her breasts practically fell out of the top of her corset. The well-cinched garment gave her a waspish figure she knew men loved to look at. Ached to touch and hold.

Hermione turned to face him, standing once more in the center of the large playroom. She studied her handiwork, a faint smile lifting her lips. His hands were pulled over his head, secured to the wall with charmed chains. His legs were spread, ankles held open wide by more chains. The position went quite a way toward extending the line of his body, making it possible for her to judge each and every inch of him. And he was trapped there until she freed him. There was no way he could release himself, even if he were in possession of his wand.

\"Release me this instant, Miss Granger!\" his voice held cold disdain when he spoke. Hermione looked at him for two full seconds before once more marching across the floor to slap his face. Her palm stung from the force of the blow, but she was happy to see the red imprint of her hand on his pale cheek. Her mouth was turned down in a fierce frown. Her eyes stared at him intently, as if to bore holes into him.

\"Silence, slave!\" she ordered curtly. \"And you will address me as Mistress. In this room, I am Mistress. Hermione Granger does not exist. Nor does Lucius Malfoy. Merely Mistress and her slave.\"

\"If you do not release me, I will be forced to...\" he began again.

\"Very well. If you do not intend to be an obediant slave, I will have to teach you to be silent,\" she informed him, then walked across the room to a cabinet pushed against the wall near the door. One of her hands pulled a drawer open. She reached in, glancing into the depths of the drawer for a moment before looking to him. Her hand came out holding something made up of black leather. She strolled back toward where he was bound, stopping before him.

\"Since you cannot hold your tongue,\" she lifted her hand to show him what she held. It was a harness of supple black leather and adorned with silver buckles. The front was embedded with a good sized phallus in black rubber. \"I shall simply have to hold it for you. Open your mouth, slave.\"

His blonde head shook in the negative, his lips pressed firmly together. A single brow rose questioningly. Hermione simply brought up her free hand, her finger and thumb pressing down tightly over his nostrils. She waited patiently until he had to gasp for breath, then slammed the gag into place. She went about buckling it almost joyfully, humming softly as she pulled the strap through the buckle until it was tight, then slipped the small pin into the hole. When she stepped back, she could see that it was tight enough to cut into his cheeks.

\"There you are, my slave. Now, where ever to begin?\" she stepped back, tapping one well-manicured fingernail against her chin. Malfoy\'s blue eyes watched her. She studied him for quite some time, then a smile spread across her face and she nodded. \"I know precisely how to deal with you. I know that you crave power, slave. You desire control over all around you. I am going to take that control from you. I will make you want me so badly that you will cum all over yourself.\"

She watched as he tried to speak. She could tell he wanted to take her arse off with words. First timers always tried to speak around their gag. The look in his eyes was enough to convince her that he was not just mad, he was as angry as he ever got. He was enraged, because she\'d already taken some of his precious control from him. He was bound naked to a wall and gagged by a fake cock that had been shoved into his mouth. He was powerless against her.

Hermione gave him her \'bitch from hell\' smile. The one that told him she knew she was in control of the situation and she planned to make good use of that control. His eyes narrowed on her as she turned and strolled to the door. The panel stood open, held by one hand, when she turned to look at him one last time. \"I will be back momentarily. And, in order to save you some time and energy, the playroom is warded with special spells. There is no magic that can undo them without the proper incantation. You are stuck right where I put you until I decide to let you loose. I do hope you enjoy the stay.\"

With another smile, this one more sweet and innocent and a complete lie of everything she had planned, she turned and stepped out the open door. The panel slammed shut loudly behind her.

~*~

When Hermione once more returned to the playroom, it was to find that her new slave was struggling to break free of his chains. She laughed, a full and throaty sound that was known to send men to their knees with lust singing in their veins and their cocks weeping with need of her. He stopped moving at that sound and stared at her a moment, his eyes once more taking stock of her body. It was obvious to her, despite his dislike for her and her kind, that he was enraptured by what he saw.

She had changed when she\'d stepped out and now wore a bra in black patent leather that had no cups. It simply ran beneath her breasts and held them up. Her breasts were bared to his view, the round globes perfectly shaped and a golden brown color that suggested she sunbathed in the nude. Her nipples, a dusty rose color, were perked and pointed straight at him. She was still clad in a pair of hot pants, though these were a dull black latex instead of black leather. They were so tight he swore they were nothing more than her skin painted matte black.

\"I should like for you to meet my own personal toy,\" Hermione said as the door to the playroom opened. Her gaze locked onto Lucius\' face, watching his eyes go as wide as saucers when her toy entered. Hermione didn\'t ned to look to know her toy was dressed appropriately. She was more interested in the look of complete shock on Malfoy\'s aristocratic and perpetually arrogant face. He was a delicious sight to behold after all the years of condescention and outright hatred. \"My toy, we have a guest. I should like for you to meet my slave for today.\"

Hermione made her way over to Lucius\' side, turning to look at the other occupant of the room. Ginerva Weasley had grown into a heart-stoppingly beautiful young woman. She had a delicate, oval shaped face the color of porcelain, her hair a fall of molten flame around it. While she wasn\'t exactly tall, she was all feminine curves settled atop long legs. A presence even in her silence. She stood quietly, arms hanging at her sides. She wore stilleto heels of black leather, giving shape, definition and more length to already lengthy limbs. Black lace covered her breasts and crotch in the form of a matched set of bra and panties. Her breasts, somewhat small even though they were full, were thrust up with the help of the demi-bra she wore. Her waist was pulled dangerously thin by the black leather waist corset. She looked like some pagan Amazon goddess standing there dressed as she was.

\"Isn\'t she beautiful?\" Hermione whispered in his ear. \"Doesn\'t she look perfectly fuckable?\" Ginny preened under the compliment, wathcing her Mistress with a hungy stare. Chocolate brown eyes flicked to the floor. Ginny went down onto her knees wordlessly. Lucius watched in silence as she arranged herself, legs bent and tucked up under her bottom as she sat on them. Her back was ramrod straight, her hands clasped behind her back. The position thrust her pert breasts out further.

Hermione shoved away from him, once more sashaying across the room in her heels until she stood behind the red-headed Weasley girl. One of her hands grasped the thick red locks, twisting them sharply until Ginny\'s head was pulled back. The gasp that came from her lips was a sound of pure pleasure. Even from where he was bound, Lucius could see the way the girl\'s nipples perked instantly with pleasure and pain. Despite his intentions not to become intrigued by or involved in Miss Granger\'s chosen career, he suddenly found himself wanting to know more.

His breath hitched in his throat when Granger leaned forward to pull viciously at one of Ginny\'s perked nipples. The rapturous moan the girl gave was a symphony of pleasure brought on by harsh pain. The look on her face was near orgasmic. She was enjoying what her Mistress did to her. The look on Hermione\'s face was one of supreme satisfaction. She knew that her toy enjoyed this and she was finding her own pleasure in the heady power given to her by Ginny\'s submission to her will. The sight of the two women standing and kneeling before him was enough to make Lucius want to fuck whatever or whoever he could get his hands on.

At the same moment blood rushed to his cock to begin filling it, he saw the smirk on Granger\'s face and recalled her words. She was going to take his power and control. And she planned on doing so by using sex. The look on her face said it all. He had to fight her, had to show her he was stronger and more powerful than she was. That he had more control over himself than that. He thought up the most unappealing thing he could to douse the fire burning in his veins. His desires petered out rapidly when he summoned up the image of Hogwart\'s Herbology teacher, Pomona Sprout, wearing a rose in her hair and little else.

\"I\'m sure you\'re dying to know just how all of this came about,\" Hermione spoke as she moved away from the kneeling woman and moved back to the chest of drawers on the wall. She dug in it almost lazily. \"Well, it all started in my sixth year. Anyone who knows me knows I\'m somewhat bossy anyway. But one day, during sixth year, I discovered I had a talent for ordering people about and making them do what I wanted. Even if they didn\'t want to do it. It had nothing to do with magic at all. It was entirely me.\"

She turned to face him, a long toy in her hands. The strap-on was rather large and was terribly realistic looking. For a moment or two, Lucius was afraid of where she planned on putting it. She moved back to Ginny, making a singular motion with one hand. The girl nodded and reached up to work free the button at the waist of Hermione\'s hot pants. It slipped free of its hole and Ginny turned her attention to the zip just beneath the silver colored disk. The latex garment was pulled slowly to the floor.

When the Weasley chit subsided back onto her knees, Lucius could see that Hermione wore some kind of harness beneath her hot pants. There was a hole in it, centered right above where her clit would be. He was enthralled with the silent commands she gave Ginny. The red-head slipped two fingers on each hand between the harness and Hermione\'s skin, pulling it away from the standing woman\'s flesh. Then the item was pulled to the floor and Granger stepped from it.

Hermione smiled down at her toy, then handed the strap-on to her. Ginny dropped it to the floor, holding it out so that her Mistress could put her feet into the spaces between the straps. It was slipped up her legs and positioned, the buckles on the back pulled into place. When Ginny leaned down the fetch the harness, he was given an opportunity to study Hermione. She was clean shaven, the color of the dildo matched almost perfectly to her own skin tones. It was strange and somehow oddly arousing to see the girl thought upon as an insufferable Know-It-All standing half naked and sporting a large rubber cock between her thighs.

Ginny held up the harness/panty thing and he watched as Granger stepped back into it. It was made of some stretch material, because it was pulled out quite a bit to allow Hermione to shove the fake cock into it. Her hand slipped into the garment, moving around to grab the plastic length of her strap-on. She maneuvered the bulbous head into the hole, her other hand grasping it on the outside of the panty harness to pull it through. When the panty was in place, the dildo hung out of it, waving about in the air before Ginny\'s face.

\"One day, I commanded that Ginny eat my pussy. To my surprise, she did. She has gotten so good at it. As well as giving head,\" Hermione touched the top of Ginny\'s head. The girl moved forward, her mouth opening to take the dildo into it. Lucius watched her deep-throat the toy on the first swallow, talking all of it into her mouth and obviously down her throat. He knew few women who could manage such a feet with a slightly larger than average member. But this was something he hadn\'t seen in a very long time. He found himself terribly enthralled with what he was seeing.

\"She and I began an affair in secret,\" Hermione continued. Her voice was once again low and throaty, full of pleasure and need. He could hear the desire building in what she said. Her eyes closed for a moment or two, then flicked open and she met his gaze head on. \"At first, it was nothing more than a little heavy petting. I would make her finger my cunt. Make her eat me out. We gradually worked our way into pain. You wouldn\'t believe how open my toy is to pain.\"

A silvery eyebrow lifted, obviouly doubting her words. She chuckled at him, knowing he was purposely goading her into proving herself to him. It wasn\'t as if she had any kind of problem with that. She simply wouldn\'t be told to do so. Instead, she gave her concentration over to the woman kneeling before her. She lifted her hands, curling them into the bright red hair on top of her toy\'s head. He watched as Ginny stopped moving. Her nose was nestled against Hermione\'s crotch. Brown eyes lifted and looked into icy blue ones. She watched Malfoy as he watched the two of them. And remained still.

Time passed slowly. Neither woman moved. Lucius was surprised at Ginny\'s ability to remain so still with a large cock shoved all the way into the back of and down her throat. His gaze raked over her back slowly, stopping at where her feet peeked out from under her bottom. Said posterior was perfectly heart-shaped, defined by the strip of black the ran between her cheeks. The advantages of a thong. The twin globes were pale and creamy, looked soft and silken and his hands itched to test them. To find out how they felt. His fingers curled into tight fists.

\"We played with different things. Floggers and whips were the first. Harsh, but very effective. I bought many types of paddles. The wood one with the holes is a personal favorite. And I have a thin one made of metal for when she\'s been particularly bad. It leaves her cheeks so hot and a lovely shade of red,\" she told him. Her fingers unclenched, lifting from the head before her. He watched as Ginny pulled back, her mouth pulling on the strap-on with enough force to draw it forward. When she let go, it snapped back into place, drawing a faint moan from Hermione.

\"When the floggers and paddles lost their appeal, we moved on to other things. I bought vibrators and dildos of varying lengths and sizes. I fucked her with all of them, in her mouth. Her ass. Her cunt. I made her scream and bleed and cum and beg for more each and every time. I used my fists at times. The girl begged and screamed with her pleasure. From there, we went to do many different things. Each and every thing we did only served to bind her to me further. Made her need me more deeply. Since then, I have used her in the manner she deemed fit for her. And she loves it. She loves me. As much as I love her,\" Hermione finished, then leaned down to kiss Ginny.

The two mouths met, rose-petal red against passion pink. Lucius couldn\'t help but watch them. He knew the moment when Hermione\'s tongue jabbed deeply into Ginny\'s mouth. Ginny\'s hands remained at her side while her Mistress plundered her opened mouth. A moan, stifled and soft, came from one of them and he couldn\'t be sure which woman was so turned on. After several heated moments, Hermione broke away and stood up straight. She motioned to Ginny with her hand. The other girl stood.

\"Disrobe,\" Hermione commanded softly. Ginny\'s hands lifted, reaching wordlessly for the clasp of her bra. She reached behind her, her fingers moving nimbly. In a matter of moments, her arms dropped to her sides and the bra slipped off. It fell to the floor to leave her perky breasts revealed. Twin circular rings of silver pierced her soft pink nipples, each one adorned with a bead of purest crimson. He watched her hands move over her hips, her fingertips slipping beneath the waist of her panties. They were pushed down her long legs to the floor, where she kicked them off. It left her wearing only her corset and heels.

Hermione motioned to the far wall. Ginny wordlessly walked over to it, where she picked up a bench. She brought it back, setting it down on the floor before her Mistress. Another gesture from the dominating brunette saw her sitting on the bench, her front facing the wall Lucius was bound to. She spread her legs wide, allowing him to look at her fully. She was shaven down to a thin strip of pubic hair that was as red as those on her head. Her nether lips were swollen open, giving him a perfect view of the pink flesh of her weeping cunt.

There was a third ring here, with a matched crimson ball on it, threaded through her clit. The small bit of flesh was already hard, poking out from under it\'s hood to tease and tempt him. He watched as Granger stepped over the bench, the dildo still strapped to her crotch. She sat down, her hand reaching between Ginny\'s creamy thighs. Fingers pinched and pulled at the little bit of flesh, abusing her clit sharply. The red-head moaned loudly, her back arching instinctively. Her nipples pebbled up even tighter than before, calling out for him, begging him to abuse them in the same manner that Hermione was abusing her clit.

Blood rushed to his cock. Lucius stifled the groan, but couldn\'t stop his reaction to the sight of two women in such a position. One dominant, the other subservient. It was one of the reasons he always returned to Narcissa and she ignored his little indiscretions. She was a dominant woman who allowed him to dominate her. She kicked and screamed and fought against him trying to force her to do what she didn\'t want to do, but gave in to his demands eventually. But this. This was some sort of vivid wet dream that he hoped he never woke from. He wanted to stay immersed in this fantasy for as long as possible.

Never in his life had he ever considered Hermione Granger a beautiful woman. She still wasn\'t. Not in the conventional sense. She was attractive, but not the striking beauty his wife was. And yet, sitting before him in her Dominatrix\'s outfit, taking liberties with a girl he\'d seen as prim and proper and so beneath him, he found her to be one of the most beautiful women in the world. The Weasley chit, as well. Seeing one submit to the other so willingly, so wantonly, was more of a turn on than anything he could possibly imagine. He ached to throw them both to the floor and fuck them until he felt he would die from the pleasure of it all.

\"She\'s so wet, slave. So ripe and ready. For me. She wants me to fuck her. To be brutal to her. To make her legs give out beneath her and her lungs explode from lack of air. Don\'t you, my toy?\" Hermione said, turning to purr the last of her statement into the other girl\'s ear. Ginny\'s eyes rolled to the back of her head, her body shuddering with her need.

\"Yes, Mistress,\" she whispered. Her tongue, all pink and slick, darted out to lick at her lips. Lucius couldn\'t stifle his groan this time. The sound brought Hermione\'s gaze back to him, her eyes locking on his cock as it jerked. She smiled to see him so swollen, so red and angry and in need.

\"Stay here, my toy. I see that my slave needs to learn to control himself,\" she stood. His icy gaze tracked her as she moved to the spot where the flogger lay on the floor. She presented him with her back then bent, giving him a good view of her own ass, before scooping up the leather flogger and standing back up. The tails smacked her open palm as she moved easily across the floor toward him. When she stood before him, her brown gaze raked up and down his length. \"My goodness, slave. Have you no better control over this traitorous piece of flesh?\"

Her hand snaked down to curl loosely over the shaft of his cock. She watched, waiting until his eyes closed with the small amount of pleasure the contact gave him. Then she squeezed tightly. His eyes flew open, locking onto her face. She smiled at him, gentling her touch so that he wouldn\'t lose his lovely erection. Then she stepped back from him, giving herself enough space to swing the flogger. Which she did.

The leather slapped against his shaft with a dull, meaty thud. He groaned behind his gag, the sound full of pain. Her arm swung again and again, each time landing the tails on his cock with a hefty sounding slap. Each time with a groan rolling up his throat. She only gave him five strokes before stepping back to look at him. She was happy to see that his cock hadn\'t deflated. If anything, it had only gotten harder. The redness had intensified to such a color that she swore he had to be in pain.

She heard Ginny whimper. Hermione turned her head to look at her toy. The younger girl was still sitting on the bench, her thighs still spread. Her pussy was now so wet that her jucies leaked out to stain the seat beneath her. Hermione frowned at her, letting her know she was displeased with the sound. Ginny\'s head dipped as if she would hang it in shame, then it snapped back into place. Hermione strode over to her on her heels, standing over the nearly naked girl with the flogger dangling from her hand. \"Stand up and spread your legs,\" she ordered curtly.

Ginny did as she was told. She stood, widening her stance so that her legs thighs were splayed wide. Hermione moved to the side, so that she was sure Lucius would see what was coming. Her arm swung back, then forward. The tails of the flogger slapped against Ginny\'s swollen lips hard. Lucius watched, fascinated, Hermione delivered ten more blows. Each one was harder than the last. By the time she was finished, Ginny was silently trembling. Her eyes were moist. \"Over the bench and face my slave. He needs to see what happens to bad toys.\"

Ginny moved unsteadily, stepping back behind the bench. She faced Lucius so he could see her, then bent over the long plank, settling her hands on the flat surface. She was bent at the waist, her breasts hanging down. He watched as Hermione studied her toy a moment, then moved back to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room. She opened one of the smaller drawers and took something from it, then slammed it shut. A dozen steps saw her standing before Ginny. He saw her arms lift, her shoulders rolling as she did something.

When she stepped back, he saw the weights that hung from the three rings. They pulled on Ginny\'s nipples and clit, extending them. Tears were now rolling down over Ginny\'s pale cheeks in silence. Hermione nodded as if pleased with what she saw, then stepped around the bench to move behind her toy. Her hands caressed the skin on the girl\'s back, moving down to her well shaped arse. An absent gesture saw a pillow floating toward her and she settled it on the bench. \"Knees, toy,\" she commanded.

Ginny went onto her knees on the bench while Hermione shifted a second bench forward for her to settle her hands onto. \"Much better,\" Granger murmured. Her hands returned to Ginny\'s lovely bottom, each one laying a resounding slap on them before she pulled back. She looked up at Lucius, making sure he was watching her, then curled one hand around the dildo strapped to her waist. She nudged the girl\'s cheeks apart with the head, then pressed forward. Ginny tensed but made no sound when the phallus pushed into her ass.

\"Had she remained silent, I would now be fucking her tight cunt. Since she couldn\'t hold her tongue, I will fuck her ass. With no preparation. It will, of course, hurt. Which is entirely the point. She must learn to remain silent unless I give her permission to speak. If she\'s a good toy, I\'ll be kind and fuck her pussy for her. Only when she cums may she make noise,\" Hermione explained to him, wrapping her hands around the other girl\'s hips.

Lucius found himself nodding at the words, utterly transfixed by what he was seeing. Ginny Weasley with her ass in the air while Hermione Granger sported a fake cock and fucked the girl with it. He felt the drops of pre-cum as they oozed from the slit. He didn\'t care. He was enraptured with the sight before him. Ginny\'s eyes were squeezed shut tightly, obviously from the pain of having her bum taken in such a manner. But still her hips rocked into Hermione\'s rhythm, as if she were actually enjoying it.

He watched Hermione, watched as she stroked in and out of Ginny\'s ass slowly. The thrusts were shallow meant only to inflict a measure of pain. But they were sharp and hard, to prove she was the Mistress here. Each thrust saw the weights swinging back and forth, bringing more pain. Ginny\'s face was flushed with need and humiliation. A combination he was sure Hermione knew was there and had wanted to put there.

Time had come to a complete stand still as Granger shifted the cock in and out of Ginny\'s ass. The red-head\'s hands were curled around the wood beneath them. He knew she wanted to shove her fingers into her pussy, to fuck herself with them. He knew it as surely as he knew he wanted to fist his own cock before shoving it into her mouth or ass or pussy. He wanted to fuck them both, wanted to break free and throw both women to the floor. He wanted to show them who was a master at control. he growled in frustration when his hips jerked forward, thrusting his swollen prick into thin air. He wanted to cum badly, but he didn\'t want to disgrace himself and do it before Granger.

When Hermione pulled from Ginny\'s ass, she smiled then grasped the shaft of the toy once more. Her feet kicked Ginny\'s legs open wider, dropping her arse down a little. She slid the head of her strap-on along the weeping cunt before her, allowing it to slip in an inch at a time. Ginny\'s eyes closed, a look of rapture settling over her face. When the head and a small portion of the shaft were inside if Ginny\'s pussy, Hermione\'s hands once more circled her waist. Hermione looked up at Lucius, offering him a smile. Her hips flexed and she shoved home.

This time, Ginny made a small sound, her hips rocking back into the fake cock buried deep inside of her. Hermione stopped when she was fully embedded in the other girl\'s body, her hands reaching around to tug at the weights on her nipples. They pulled on the one on her clit and he could see Ginny\'s body spasm, even across the room as he was. Brown eyes met ice-blue ones over the top of the red-head. Hermione looked Lucius\' body over and smiled. Then she pulled back and thrust forward.

Lucius watched, his eyes moving from one face to the other. Watched Ginny\'s breasts swing back and forth. Watched the weight on her clit pull and rock in time with Hermione\'s thrusts. His hips matched time with Gragner\'s hips, thrusting into the air mildlessly. He was so horny, he didn\'t care. He only wanted to fuck one of them. Both of them. He wanted to cum long and hard inside of Granger\'s ass and cunt. In her mouth. He wanted to punish her for doing this to him. He wanted relief and she was denying him that. He didn\'t want to sully himself and cum all over his belly. He wanted to fill her.

He was pulled out of his musings by the high-pitched squeal that rolled up out of Ginny\'s throat. He watched as her body went rigid a moment, then she was convulsing around the rubber toy shoved inside of her. HIs gaze flicked up from Ginny\'s red face to Hermione\'s. Her eyes were closed, a faint blush riding her cheeks. He watched her body tremble just the slightest, letting him know that she, too, had just cum. He was certain that the strap-on was responsible for that. Then her hips shoved forward once more, the toy stroking in and out of Ginny almost lazily.

\"She\'s so tight, slave. Even though this is only a toy, I can still feel her cunt clutching at it. Its such a heavenly feeling. I could fuck her all day long,\" Hermione whispered into the room, her eyes looking directly into his. She knew the moment the image popped into his head. He moaned behind the gag and his hips thrusted forward once more. It was a sharp motion and she could see his shaft swelling from where she was. Then he was groaning loudly into the cock in his mouth. His own member throbbed and jerked as he came, thick ropes of white seed splattering his obdomen and the wall behind him.

Hermione and Ginny both watched as he emptied his balls onto himself, watched the look on his face go from pained to sated in a moment. Hermione held the smile back a moment or two, then pulled from the pussy before her. Her hands grasped Ginny\'s shoulders and urged her once more to her knees. She couldn\'t help the evil grin that spread over her face when she heard Lucius groan once again. She looked up at him, smirking, as her toy wordlessly took the dildo once more into her mouth.

\"You know, my toy,\" she began, her tone contemplative. \"Perhaps I should keep him here and make him our slave for a little while longer. I think he needs a little more discipline. What do you think?\" her gaze moved from his to the girl kneeling in front of her. The smile on Ginny\'s face was plain to see, even around the length of fake prick stretching her lips. \"Yes, I think I will do just that. After all, the power is mine.\"

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okay, okay... i know this one is just odd. but the bunny bit and i had to write it. don\'t hurt me.

please feel free to let me know what you think. just be kind about it, shall we? thanks so much.