Sensuality's Slaves

Disclaimer: I have NEVER claimed any of JKR’s characters. They are hers... I only use them to play... ;-) When I put them back, I promise they won’t be compromised in the slightest!

A/N: I do not know what possessed me...(I have never done ANYTHING like this before!) I guess maybe it was the fact that I keep finding these fics that virtually make Hermione a sexual slave to Lucius, and or Severus. I have nothing against them, really. But for some reason, it made me start thinking...

What if Hermione was driven to be as evilly manipulative as they seem to be able to be? Hmmmm..... This is just a rather long one shot for now... Maybe two or three chapters at this point... If it seems you guys like it, As I hope to see in reviews.(hint hint) I might let it progress into something longer later on.... For those that don’t like FemDoms/Femslash/slash/anything else sexually enticing (EXCLUDING INCEST! I Will NEVER do that!), don’t read this. But if anyone out there would like a fic where Hermione and Narcissa take the upper hand... All sexual situations are meant to happen between... Well, somewhat consenting adults.
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Sensuality’s Slaves

She had heard them. The two of them. Hiding in the shadows after the fall of their precious Dark Lord. They’d whispered of revenge and a well deserved lesson they would be teaching a certain young Mudblood. She had tolerated the taunts when she had been a child. She had even acted the wounded child by the hateful words.

Let them think she was a soft-hearted witch that cared about their useless mockeries. She had followed in Harry’s shadow and allowed both he and Ron to believe her a goodie two-shoed Gryffindor. They would always see her that way, she supposed.

It would do her no good to introduce them to the darker side of her nature. They were simpletons that couldn’t see past the big picture to the lighter shades of the Dark. Not that she didn’t care for them. They just could never be able to satisfy her desires. Harry was too innocent, and Ron was just... Well, he was Ron.

Hermione leaned back in the comfortable chair of her new home. Malfoy Manor was so beautiful and the scenery of Narcissa’s garden was really quite lovely. She remembered the lady with a smile. A woman with the same desires as she had.

When Hermione had first approached her, the pureblood had actually been quite stunned by her proposal. But after she was assured that no lasting harm would ever come to the wizards, she had been able to relax. When she really allowed herself to take in the idea, she realized she could enjoy the profits from Hermione’s idea as well.

They had turned the dungeons into quaint apartments for the two men, along with a large common room, similar to the ones at Hogwarts. They also had a library filled with every kind of book they could possibly want to get their hands on. Except, of course the books that held the counter curse that would release them from the hold Hermione held over them.

It wasn’t as if either of them could ever re-enter the wizarding world anyway. They were felons. If they were caught, they would be sent to Azkaban to receive the Dementors kiss. No... This was a much nicer prison. They even got to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh... as long as they played by Hermione’s and Narcissa’s rules.

Sighing, Hermione stretched out her long, slender leg and ran an hand up her hip. It had been so nice when she had discovered that Narcissa was hiding the three wizards. She knew that the witch had suffered a broken spirit from Lucius’ constant condescending remarks.

He had known that she was the one that had interfered with the Dark Lord’s plans for Draco. He used her affection for her son as a way to intimidate her into helping them hide from the Aurors. Hermione didn’t agree with the way Lucius had hurt Narcissa. She was a beautiful witch, with feelings and emotions that she had learned early on to keep hidden from the outside world.

Of course, it had been hard for Harry and Ron to understand her newfound friendship with The legendary Mrs Malfoy, but Hermione had enjoyed helping her new friend learn how to trust someone enough again to let her real self show. She was also enjoying getting to watch the wizards she had always been friends with get used to her new relationship with the other witch.

It had been an additional bonus when Narcissa grew to truly trust Hermione, she allowed the younger witch in on one of her own fantasies. Remembering that day with a smile, She gave herself over to the memory.

Hermione had been sitting in the same chair in the library that morning, going over the papers she had to take to work the next day. When Narcissa walked into the room, she was still dressed in her nightgown, with only a simple silky robe over it. “Hermione, luv... might I speak with you?”

Looking up from the paper she had been reading, Hermione’s breath had caught at the vision before her. Truly, Narcissa may have been almost as old as her mother, but the woman was honestly one of the most breathtaking women she had ever seen. She was ageless perfection that no person with eyes could not help but admire.

Offering the older witch a smile, she answered, “Of course, Narcissa. Is there something wrong?”

Narcissa shook her head and moved to sit on the edge of the huge desk that Hermione sat behind. “No. Of course nothing is wrong. I just...” she reached up and smoothed her long platinum blond hair out of her eye, watching the younger witch as she did. “I want to share something with you. I feel that I just have to, in order for our friendship to continue.”

Hermione dropped her quill she had been holding on the desk and leaned back in the huge chair that Lucius had more than likely enjoyed sitting in as much as she now did. “What is it, Narcissa? You can tell me anything. You know that, don’t you?”


Narcissa smiled and leaned down closer to her, giving her a full view of the ample curve of her breast. “It really isn’t something to tell. It is more of something I have to show you.”

Hermione dragged her eyes away from Narcissa’s cleavage and caramel met sapphire as the two looked at each other for several moments. When Hermione finally found her voice, it shook with a mixture of nervousness and desire. “What is it you would show me?”

She had desired the witch since the first time she had seen her at the Inn. The poor witch had been so shaken by the lie she was living with that Hermione had not been able to keep from using Legilimancy to get into her mind and discover what tormented her so. That was when she had seen the extent of Lucius’ abuse. It was then that she found herself devising the plan that had later worked out so well that both witches were left completely satisfied and thrilled by the turn of events.

Now, this same beautiful woman was raising up from the edge of the desk, where she had been seated and coming around to where Hermione sat. Dropping first her robe and her gown to the floor, Narcissa stood naked before her. Her eyes glittered as she went down on her knees before her.

When Narcissa reached out and touched Hermione’s cheek, she gasped at the contact between them. “Narcissa... I don’t???”

A finger pressed gently onto the younger witches lips. “Shhh... I know you probably never wanted anything like this... But when I watch you, dressed in your leather like you do, making Severus and Lucius moan so...” She moaned a little herself as the thoughts made her desire evident.

Leaning forward, Hermione captured Narcissa’s lips with her own. The touch was tender and Narcissa seemed to melt into it. Reaching out, she threaded her hands into Hermione’s hair and deepened the contact. Lips parted, tongues touched, then dueled.

Soon, Narcissa was pulling at Hermione’s clothes, and leaving tiny bites down her jaw-line, down her neck, past her shoulders, to her now exposed breasts. Leaning ing back, Hermione cradled Narcissa’s head as she ran her tongue around the erect nipple. Of first one breast, and then the other.

When the elder witch looked up to see Hermione’s expression, she smiled at the pure lust she saw there. “Good...” she murmured. “I have wanted this from the beginning, but I wasn’t sure how you would react.” She shook her head and pulled back, getting to her feet. “I wasn’t sure you were interested in witches too.” She offered Hermione her hand to help her up.

Hermione accepted Narcissa’s offered hand and stood. She ran her other hand slowly up the inner flesh of Narcissa’s arm. “I actually have wanted you before I even devised the plan we’ve constructed for our wizards.

Narcissa , who was just a little taller than Hermione, leaned down and placed another kiss on the lips of her angel. That was what Hermione was to her. She had freed her from being Lucius’ pawn. Now, he and Severus were their toys..

Hermione’ had worked a curse that behaved much like the Imperius, but only in a sexual way. The curse kept them from being able to do any harm to the Mistresses. Hermione had even thrown a clause in where Lucius could not say anything hateful to Narcissa anymore. He didn’t have to be happy. He didn’t have to show enthusiasm. But his body did have to obey every command either witch gave him.

Hermione didn’t bind him from saying hateful, cruel things to her. She actually got off on his cruel words as she fucked his traitorous cock. She loved it even more, when he would finally lose control and cum for her, cursing and moaning in the same breath.

The same applied to Severus. He could do no harm to either witch. His body would betray him and he would have no choice but to allow them the use of his body whenever either of them desired him. The thought of him made a smile play across Narcissa’s lips.

“I want to be more than just your house companion, Hermione,” she spoke breathlessly. I want us to be lovers.” a ravishing smile played across her lips before she added, “and I want Lucius and Severus to witness our first time together.”

Hermione smiled at Narcissa’s suggestion. “I think I would love for us to do that, Narcissa. I think that despite the boys protests, they might enjoy it as well.” stepping back, she rid herself of the rest of her clothes, she then smiled, a twinkle in her eye. “Let’s go and give our boys a show, shall we?”

Narcissa looked the length of Hermione’s lovely pale body, and ran her tongue over her lips. “Yes... But I want us to put on our leathers.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow, then nodded her assent. “This is going to be such fun,” she smiled at the lustful look on Narcissa’s face. “But we need to do this now if we are going to. I don’t think I can wait that long to taste you.”

At her words, Narcissa pulled her closer, and ran her hand down her belly, settling her fingers between Hermione’s legs. Running her forefinger across the younger witches core, she smiled when Hermione gasped. “Hmmm,” she said lowly. You are wet. I wonder what you taste like?”

Hermione watched as Narcissa brought her finger to her lips and sucked on the tip. When she closed her eyes on a moan, Hermione ran her own hand over Narcissa’s breast, pinching a nipple lightly. “You better get us downstairs to our slaves now, or I won’t wait any longer!”

Pulling back, Narcissa reluctantly dropped her gaze. “Very well. I will go put my leathers in place and meet you at the entrance to their common room in ten minutes. Agreed?”

Hermione smiled and nodded. “Race you!” With a snap of her fingers, she Apparated out of the library and into her room. When she was dressed in all her leather and finery, she Apparated to the secret entrance to the prison they had made for their wizards.

Narcissa was behind her in an instant, “Hmmm... You’re late,” she whined.

Hermione smiled and leaned back into the only woman she had ever wanted to touch in a sexual way. Reaching behind her slowly, she rubbed Narcissa’s thigh. “So, punish me.”

The elder witch laughed. “I’d rather torment them, she tossed her hand towards the door.”

Chuckling, Hermione nodded. “Very well.” reaching towards the door with her wand, she whispered, “Punishment please...”

A piece of the wall shimmered momentarily, then vanished, leaving a long staircase that led downward for what seemed like forever. When they reached the wall at the botom, Narcissa repeated Hermione’s earlier gesture, but whispered a different phrase. “Sensuality’s Slaves...” The wall once again shimmered and vanished...

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