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      Published: 2017-03-27 Updated: 2017-08-22 Chapters: 2/? Words: 12565
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by The_Muse_of_Apollo_(mtwb)
Summary
     In a world where Dumbledore and Grindelwald really created their
     "Greater Good", all mudbloods and halfblood females are slaves, and
     the boys are all killed. Lord Harry Potter has some new slaves to
     break in, and a world to change for the better. Can he be the good
     person he wants to be without letting his dark mask become his true
     identity?
Notes
     a.n. This story is partially based on The Prince’s Pet by Freya
     Ishtar, and The Slaves of Hogwarts by Joshua The Evil Guy.
     Warnings: Rape, torture, femslash, bestiality (mentions), slavery.
     Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or anything really. More of a
     renter/freeloader.
***** The Beginning *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Hermione was nervous, of course, but actually really happy for the first time
in her life. Since she was two years old she had been property of the Malfoy
family. It hadn’t been an easy life. She had been trained between the ages of
four and twelve to be the proper slave of the Heir Malfoy who was around her
age. When she turned twelve she had been presented.
She had known that the Malfoy family wasn’t a light family, but the things they
had done to her had been atrocious. They seemed to live off the pain they
caused others. She had been raped that first day. To her it was rape too, even
if she was his property and they weren’t actually doing anything wrong. That
marked the beginning of four years of hell for Hermione. Daily rapes at the
hands of Draco Malfoy (often times accompanied by his two brute best friends
Crabbe and Goyle), constant torture, beatings and humiliation, and worst of all
she could do nothing about it. The magical collar that had been placed around
her neck at age four prevented her from disobeying any order or even thinking
about escaping.
When she was left alone, she felt dirty and alone. The collar sometimes made
her enjoy the things they did to her, depending on her master’s wishes. Often,
her master would make her enjoy taking all three boys in every hole on her
body. Sometimes he would make her enjoy being pissed or shit on. The
humiliation of having an orgasm while three young men pissed on you was the
worst experience of her life. Well, except for the dogs. When they made he fuck
the dogs, that was worse. But at least they never made her enjoy that.
But that was in the past.
The Malfoy family had found itself in hard times because of the arrest and
execution of Lord Lucius Malfoy. He had been arrested after being found guilty
of murdering the Lord and Lady Potter in 1981. The arrest, from what Hermione
could piece together, had been made possible by Lord Harry, the son of James
and Lily, when he had stumbled upon proof that it had been the Malfoy Lord who
had taken his parents away from him.
The Ministry of Magic had confiscated the majority of the Malfoy fortune and
had awarded it to the Potter family (which of course only consisted of Lord
Harry Potter at the moment). That meant that what was left of the Malfoys
needed to rid themselves of much of their property in order to maintain their
lifestyles. She had been elated when she found out that she was going to be
placed on the auction block.
What followed had been a month of heaven for her, as they placed her on
nutrition potions to repair the damage of sixteen years of never being fed
properly. She, for the first time, had three meals a day. The rape, torture and
beatings also stopped. They wanted to get as much money for her as possible, so
they needed her to look healthy, something that they normally didn’t worry
about. She wasn’t the only slave that was being auctioned off, but she couldn’t
say she cared much any more about the other slaves that the Malfoys owned. Most
of them had always treated her with disdain once they realized that she was
going to be the Heir’s pet. She knew they were jealous, but didn’t really
understand it. It wasn’t as if she had chosen it for herself.
She knew that her new owner could be just as bad as the Malfoys. But there was
a small hope that they would treat her just a bit better.
For the first time in her life, she had hope, and that was all she needed.
Little did she know that her life was about to be turned upside down.
                                   oooXXXooo
What had happened at the auction had surprised her. She and three of the other
Malfoy slaves had been purchased by the Potter estate for what she knew to be
ridiculous amounts of money.
She knew that the Potters had slaves, despite being a so-called light sided
family. Every pureblood house, like the Potters and Malfoys, had slaves. Only
women born to pureblooded families were eligible for freedom, but that was only
if their fathers allowed it. Most were still slaves, just under the title of
wife.
She had one day been fortunate enough to hide away in the Malfoy library, and
during her time there (waiting for the call of her master), she had found out
that it hadn’t always been like this in the wizarding world.
However, in the early 1900s Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore had led
their political faction in taking over the more liberal, more accepting
ministry of the time. They had ruled it ever since, and had made it so that all
mudblood and half-blood females were slaves from birth. The ministry knew the
moment a child showcased accidental magic, and sent out snatchers to take the
child away from their muggle parents, using magic to keep them from knowing
they even had a child in the first place. It was what happened to her.
For almost 100 years, the wizarding world had…prospered under the new regime.
Light and Dark families alike adopted the new ways of thinking, which meant
there was no one to oppose the enslavement of mudblood and half-blood women. In
the 1950s, the restrictions on feminine freedom were expanded to even pureblood
females, only the ownership of said girls went to their fathers. Some were
given their freedom. Some were kept by their fathers as slaves to the family
(incest wasn’t a taboo in the wizarding world like it was in the muggle world).
The rest were sold to rich pureblood families as wives, but technically had the
same rights as mudblood slaves. The only difference was that they usually
stayed off the auction block.
Hermione’s hope that her new life was better was struck down when she had met
her new master. He was about her age, but she could tell right off that he was
an arrogant young man. That didn’t bode well for her and her sister-slaves.
After he had put her new collar on (one attached to his will and not her old
master), he had hit her hard across the face. “That is so you remember your
place,” he had said coldly.
Hermione felt the blood trickle down her broken lip, but didn’t wipe it away.
Ma-Draco had hated it when she had removed the signs of his abuse. He liked to
see her bleed. It looked like Lord Harry Potter, her new master liked it as
well.
He proceeded to introduce the other two acquisitions the same way.
“You three,” he said pointing at the other three slaves, “will be working in
the kitchens. Dobby!”
A house elf appeared, “Yes, master?”
“Take the two Indian sluts down to the kitchens and introduce them to Cook. The
little blonde bitch, take her to Caroline, she’ll know what to do with her.”
“Yes, Master.”
Hermione suddenly found herself under the scrutiny of her new master. “You must
think me a monster,” he said softly.
She did not reply. After all what could she say? Anything she said that wasn’t
truthful would only cause her pain, and she couldn’t not think he was a
monster.
“In some ways I feel like a monster. I mean, owning slaves? Really? But I can’t
be seen to not go with the flow, if that makes sense. Only in this room and my
bed chambers can I act somewhat normal.”
“Why?” Hermione asked without thinking. She had always been curious. It had
gotten her into a lot of trouble in the past. So now she cringed back,
expecting to be beaten or tortured with a curse. But it never came.
She looked up and saw her master smiling at her.
“There are spies. Even in my own home that will report on the goings on here.
If I were to be the kind person I wish myself to be, my plans would fail. So in
this room, I can treat you almost normally, like the human being you are.
“I must warn you, however, that outside this room you will be treated like a
slave. It will be rough, and I will hurt you. I am sorry. I will, however, try
to make it a bit better than your last home.”
Hermione was shocked. Who would spy on a Lord of the Magical Realm in his own
manor?
“Stand up, Hermione.”
She immediately followed his order.
Harry came forward and wrapped his arms around her. Then he whispered into her
ear, “Your parents were friends of my family before they were killed. I’ve been
trying for years to fulfill the wish of my father to get you into my ownership
and out of the hands of that bastard Malfoy. I’m sorry it took so long, and I’m
sorry I can’t make you anything other than a slave.”
For the first time in her life, Hermione felt comforted. She wrapped her arms
around Harry, her master, and sobbed.
xxxx
Her job was to be the personal slave to the master. Once they had stepped out
of the room, it was like Lord Potter had put on a mask. He had forced her to
crawl everywhere. He had forced her to take off her clothes, and told her that
she would never wear clothing again.
Then he had taken her to his room and had sex with her. It was the gentlest
anyone had ever treated her, even if he got a little rough. She had her first
real orgasm ever that night. Oh she had had orgasms before, due to the collar
around her neck, but this was different. It was actual pleasure coursing
through her. As he thrust into her, she could see the care he had for her. Who
was this man who wore so many masks? How could he care for her when he didn’t
know her? Why would he? She was nothing more than a slave, a piece of meat that
was used for her master’s pleasure. That is what she had always been.
When she cried out her climax, it had shocked her more than anything ever. He
followed soon after, then collapsed onto her. Instead of suffocating her like
Malfoy had, her new master’s weight felt natural, comfortable, loving even.
“Why were you so gentle?” She found herself asking.
“Did you want me to be rougher?”
“N-no, but isn’t that the way you’re supposed to…you know?” she asked,
blushing.
Harry smiled, then rolled off of her. “No. Here in my bedroom, I will treat you
as well as I can. There are no spying runes in this room, but it still isn’t a
good idea to let our guard down too far or else we might slip up when there are
eyes abound? Understand?”
“Yes, master.”
“Good girl. Tomorrow I will see if you can be of any help with my plans.” With
that he pulled her close then quickly fell asleep.
Hermione lay awake for many hours, thinking about her new life. Her first day
had been excellent, though she knew that there would be times where she would
hate it.
There was something about her master, though, that intrigued her. Something
that drew her in, made her feel safe, loved even. It was odd. She didn’t know
him. Hell, she was owned by him. He could kill her and nothing would be done
about it. Slaves had no rights, not even to their own lives. Her master treated
her like a slave most of the time, as she had seen while in the hallways of
this manor. But he also seemed to have a kindness about him.
It had been a very confusing day.
xxxx
Hermione was woken up when a she felt something between her legs. Her eyes
popped open to find that her master was…eating her out. Malfoy had never,
never, went down on her. She had only ever heard of the practice before, and
now it was happening to her.
Moaning in pleasure, she saw her master look up at her, his green eyes boring
into her soul. Seeing that she was up, he removed his mouth from her sex and
moved up her body. Seconds later he entered her roughly and started banging
away.
“How are you this morning, my lovely slave,” Harry asked, panting as he
ploughed roughly in and out of her cunt.
“Well, master,” Hermione replied, pleasure coursing through her. Again she
could feel that this was real pleasure, not the forced acceptance she’d had to
endure in the past.
“Master!” Hermione cried as she climaxed around his hard cock.
“Yes, my little slut, that’s good, come for me.” Harry continued to slam into
her over and over as he held her hands above her head. Hermione closed her eyes
as the pleasure flowed through her in a continuous climax. When Harry finally
deposited his seed into her womb Hermione was weak from the continual pleasure
she had experienced.
“That was good,” Lord Harry panted as he fell on top of her, his manhood still
inside her. After catching his breath, he rolled off her and pulled her close.
Surprising herself, Hermione snuggled into him, enjoying his closeness.
It was odd, she thought again. This man owned her and yet…she felt different
with him.
“We should get up. We have to make an appearance outside this bedchamber. I
will likely have to hurt you today, perhaps severely. I am sorry. This
afternoon, I will see if you can be trusted with my plans. If so maybe I can
find a spot for you.” With that he got up and went to the attached bathroom.
Hermione wondered if she should follow.
Harry popped his head out of the door he had just gone through and said, “Come
on, Hermione, we don’t have all day.”
“Yes, master.” Hermione followed him and was shocked to see the grandness of
the bathroom she had just entered. Granted the whole manor she was in was
grand, but the bathroom she was standing in was beyond even that.
“Come on,” Harry prodded. He had already started the shower and stepped under
the warm waterfall. Hermione joined him and immediately started to wash his
back.
Harry didn’t say anything. When Hermione finished soaping his back, she came
around and started to do the front, starting at his feet. When she reached his
manhood, Harry grabbed the back of her head, and positioned his cock at her
lips. Hermione, knowing what he wanted, opened for him.
This was different too, even if she didn’t want to do it in the first place.
Draco had always fucked her face and forced her to choke on his meat. Often
times when he came he would hold his cock down her throat until she passed out.
He loved telling her that one day he would make her choke to death on his cock.
She believed him, even if she thought that it wouldn’t be the cruelest way she
would likely die at his hand.
But Harry didn’t do that, and at first it surprised her so much that she froze.
But his order to “Move,” saw her start bobbing at her own pace. It surprised
her that this act started to give her pleasure as well. It was gentle, and nice
when it was done this way instead of the forceful mouth rape it had always been
when Draco had taken her.
Harry didn’t last long, and shouted “I’m cumming!” right before he spewed his
baby juice into her mouth. Hermione swallowed automatically, not even thinking
about spitting it out. She had done that the first time Draco had raped her
mouth and had spent the next day being raped by him, his father, both of
Draco’s goons, and forced to eat out Draco’s mother. It hadn’t been pleasant.
“That was very nice, Hermione. Sorry for springing that on you, but there is
just something about you that gets me randy.”
“That’s fine, master. I liked it as well.” Which was almost the truth. He
definitely tasted better than Draco or anyone else she had blown before.
They finished the shower with Hermione washing her master as thoroughly as
possible. Harry then ordered her to clean herself as well.
When they exited the bedchamber after allowing Harry to get dressed, Harry
ordered her to her hands and knees again.
“Sluts don’t walk. Don’t forget again.” With that he kicked her in the ribs and
started to walk away. Hermione followed, holding back the groans of pain she
wanted to let lose. She crawled quickly after her master, hating that he put
this mask on. She knew her time outside of his bedroom would not be pleasant
for her.
He led her to a dining room where he sat at the head of the table. Surprisingly
there was another man there. He had long wavy black hair and dark grey eyes
that were very cold.
“Good morning, Godfather.”
“Good morning, Lord Potter. I see you have brought your new toy to breakfast,”
the man stated disgustedly. Hermione got the impression that he didn’t think
she had the right to be at the feet of her master. She didn’t like him.
“Yes. The slut is good in bed, I’ll say that much for Malfoy. Her holes are
very pleasant. Would you like to try her?”
“Of course,” Harry’s godfather sneered.
“Whore, suck him off for breakfast,” Harry ordered. Hermione winced, but
crawled under the table and situated herself on her knees in front of the man
who was apparently Harry’s guardian. She reached up and unzipped his trousers,
then pulled out his flaccid cock. The smell disgusted her. Apparently the man
didn’t know how to properly wash his genitals.
“Get on with it, whore,” the man growled. “Or your master will make sure you
can never suck a cock again.”
As if that would be a great loss,Hermione thought snidely as she took his penis
into her mouth and began to suck. It wasn’t long before he was at full mast. He
wasn’t nearly as big as her new master or even Draco Malfoy for that matter,
but he was thick and still long enough for her not to be able to take him all
the way into her mouth.
Once he was sporting a full erection, she felt his hand come to grab the back
of her head. Bracing for what she knew was coming, Hermione opened her throat
as much as possible. The man shoved his thick meat down her throat and held her
there for much longer than was necessary. Despite knowing it was coming,
Hermione still gagged on the cock. Luckily he was not long enough to stop her
from breathing, but it was a close thing.
He released her head and she sat back on her heals, coughing. Knowing that if
she didn’t continue she would be in trouble she took the penis back into her
mouth and tried her hardest to get him off quickly.
Luckily the man didn’t last long after that and she felt him spurt his cum into
the back of her throat. She swallowed, but hated the taste. Carefully she
pulled back and then tucked him back into his trousers then went back out to
kneel beside her master.
She saw him look at her and notice the tears that flowed down her cheeks. She
had hoped to see compassion or concern in his eyes at least, but she didn’t.
All she saw was coldness. The fairly warm person who had seemed to care for her
this morning and the night before was completely gone. In his place was this
cold person who seemed to be filled with hatred, much like her old family.
What was going on?
“Was she any good for you, Sirius?”
“Fine for a mudblood, I suppose. You also bought a pair of twins didn’t you?”
“Yes. I sent them to work in the kitchens for now. I wanted to give this slut a
try. Apparently the last Lord Potter was friends with her parents. I wanted to
see what the fuss was all about.”
“I would have gone with the twins, if I had been you. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind
letting me take them for a ride later on?”
“I’d prefer if you didn’t. At least not until I get my way with them first.”
“Fine. I guess I’ll just go play with the Weasley ginger today. I’m sure I can
make that little girl scream like a pig again.”
“I’m sure you can.”
The two men ate in silence for several minutes before the man she now knew was
named Sirius got up and asked, “What are your plans for today?”
“I have ledgers to go over for the estate this morning, and this afternoon I’m
going to be go into the sanctuary and do some studying.”
“Fine. Just make sure you have some fun.” With that Sirius left the room.
Hermione watched as her master finished his breakfast. She could feel her mouth
watering at the smell of the food, and she wished her new owner would share.
But he didn’t.
Once he was done, he got up and walked to a door along the side of the room
that she hadn’t noticed before.
“Follow,” he ordered. Hermione obeyed, wondering what else could happen to her
on her first full day with her new master.
Lord Harry led her to the room she had been initiated in the day before.
When he closed the door, he called out, “Dobby!”
The little elf popped in. “Yes, Master Harry Potter, Sir!”
“Bring Hermione some breakfast will you?”
“Yes, sir!”
Hermione almost cried. Harry turned towards her, and stepped closer. “I’m
sorry, Hermione. I have many things to explain to you if you’re going to be by
my side. The first is that there are runes throughout this manor that record
all events on the inside. Only this room and my bedchambers are free of the
runes. All pureblood manors are monitored in this way. Dumbledore and
Grindelwald don’t trust easily. It’s how they’ve stayed in power for so long.
They portray this darkness as light, and use their manipulations to tell
everyone that no matter how dark they really are, they are still on the ‘light’
side. But they also know the truth. They know that this world is not the way
most decent people would have it. So they spy.”
At that moment a table and two chairs appeared in the room and it was laden
with a large breakfast.
“Go ahead and sit, have your breakfast and I’ll tell you more if you want.”
Hermione nodded, unused to sitting in a chair but too hungry to show her
discomfort. She took a bite of the eggs that were on her plate and almost
moaned out loud. The Malfoys had tried to fatten her up before they sold her,
but they didn’t give her great food, just more than usual. This though, not
only was there a lot of food, but it was good.
“I can’t trust Sirius. He is my minder, and a staunch supporter of Dumbledore.
While I am a Lord of a very important family, the Blacks are even more
important. He stays here as my guardian, but really he stays here as a means to
keep me in my place. My mum was muggleborn like you. My father bucked
convention and married the girl he was supposed to take as his slave. He only
got away with it because he was the last of the Potter line. Once I was born,
he and his mudblood wife were taken out.”
“By Lord Malfoy,” Hermione inserted between bites.
“Yes. But it wasn’t his idea. Dumbledore ordered my parents murder. Once I was
born, the continuation of the Potter line was assured, therefore my father who
didn’t fit in with Dumbledore’s idea of The Greater Good was eliminated. I was
raised by Sirius to be a pureblood, even though I am a half blood. I was raised
to hate muggle born like my own mother and muggles. I was raised to own and
degrade mudbloods, to use them as tools for my pleasure and fortune. I have to
keep that mask on while outside this room or I’ll be killed.”
Hermione had stopped eating. The story her master was telling her both shocked
and terrified her. It also made her incredibly sad.
“You said something about plans?” Hermione asked, trying to keep the tears out
of her eyes. Crying only made thing worse. That was something she learned when
she was very young.
“Yes. I’m going to conquer this world by taking over the government and killing
Dumbledore and Grindelwald.”
“You’re WHAT?!”
Harry smiled. “Yes, I know. But it’s the only way. As long as those two
bastards are in power, muggleborn girls will be nothing more than sex toys for
pureblood men while muggleborn boys will continue to be slaughtered like
cattle.”
Harry looked down. “Your mom and my mom were friends when they were very small
girls. They were neighbors. When my mother was taken at age six to be sold at
auction, something went wrong with the oblivators. Your mom remembered my mom.
When my dad removed my mother’s collar and married her instead at age 17, they
reconnected. I don’t know if you know this, but you had a brother. He was two
years younger than you. He turned out to be magical as well. Like all
muggleborn males, he was killed. Along with revenge for my parent’s murder, I’m
going to fight to stop these travesties.”
Hermione’s battle with tears was lost when he mentioned her brother. She didn’t
remember her brother. She had been taken at age two, and he must have been a
newborn. All mudblood boys were taken and killed after their first accidental
magic. Dumbledore and Grindelwald told the wizarding world that mudblood males
were dangerous to the population, though their rationale for that was never
really explained.
“I’ll help,” she said when she regained her composure.
“Good. I need help. I have a few other slaves other than the ones I just
purchased yesterday. They will be helping me as well. The first thing I need is
for you to act like a slave when we’re out of this room. You can’t look at me
like you did this morning like you expect my compassion or my concern. I can’t
give it to you.
“As much as it sucks, I have to be terrible to you and my other slaves outside
of this room. If I don’t it’ll be the end of everything. You and your sister
slaves will be sold or killed, and it won’t be to someone who will care about a
long life span. I’ll be dead. So when I do something nasty to you, you need to
act like that is the only way I treat you, okay?”
“I can do that master.”
“Good girl. I have a few allies that are joining me in my fight, but it’s slow
going. We have to work from the shadows or the Leadership will find out, and
they will not hesitate to have us eliminated.”
“I understand.”
“Finish your breakfast, then I’ll take you to your first task for today.”
                                   oooXXXooo
It tuned out, Harry knew about her love of reading. Though how he knew, she
didn’t know. He had mentioned a massive library and told her she would be
researching any defensive spells that could be interesting to use.
Mudbloods are never allowed a wand. In fact, their magic is bound the day they
are captured and is never unbound. So Hermione had never actually done any
magic. But she did know about it. The down times she had at Malfoy manor were
spent in the library. The Malfoys found it amusing for a mudblood who could no
longer do magic to learn about it. They thought that it would hurt her more,
make her miss what she would have in a better world.
But it didn’t. Sure she wished she could do magic, but any reading she did
allowed her to escape the tortured life she lived in reality. So she read any
chance she got. Somehow, her new master had found out that she loved to read
and told her that she would be doing research for him.
In many ways it was a dream come true. It allowed her to do what she loved, and
now that she knew what was going on, it allowed her a purpose in life. For the
first time in her life she was fighting for something. She now had something to
live for.
There was something about Harry’s demeanor that made her believe that he could
really pull off his plans to take over the wizarding world. It didn’t make any
sense to her. She shouldn’t trust him. He was her owner. She should fear him
and hate him for treating her as a slave. But she didn’t for some reason, and
that scared her. But she would do as she was told, and would hope that he was
telling the truth and not playing some horrible prank on her.
Harry told her to stay in the room she’d had breakfast in, which she learned
was called The Sanctuary. It was a fairly medium sized study, but it was used
as Harry’s place where he could be more like himself. He told Hermione how he
had gone to great lengths to remove the scrying runes that had been in The
Sanctuary. He told her that it wouldn’t be easy to remove them from the rest of
the manor, and would be unwise as the Government would then know that he had
removed them.
When he returned Harry brought a young woman with him. She had shocking pink
hair and a heart shaped face that sported a large bruise on the left cheek. She
wore no clothing and had a collar like Hermione’s around her neck. Hermione was
impressed with the woman’s body and would have been a little envious if a
better body had been something that Hermione actually wanted. To her a better
body only meant more attention from her brutal master. Or at least it had. Now
she didn’t know what to think.
When the door closed, the woman stood up and glared at Harry. “Did your really
have to slap me so hard, master?”
Hermione was shocked. She had only ever heard one slave talk back to her master
like that before. A young woman named Mary Cattermole, who was no more than 25
when Hermione was around 12 years old, told Lord Lucius Malfoy to go fuck
himself and refused to do anything else for him. How she had overcome the
collar’s conditioning, which would normally punish her for even thinking such
thoughts, let alone acting on them, Hermione didn’t know.
The Malfoy’s had gathered all of their slaves together in the largest room in
the manor. Lord Malfoy had then proceeded to skin Mary Cattermole alive with a
dull knife. The screams had haunted Hermione ever since.
So it shocked her to see a young woman even consider talking back to her
master. She was worried about what Lord Harry would do.
“Sorry, Tonks, but you shouldn’t have said that out loud. You have to watch
that tongue of yours or it will get you in serious trouble one day. Do you want
me to be forced to kill you?”
“No, master. I’m sorry.”
“Just be more careful. You have got to remember the runes. If you force me to
get more creative in my punishment you won’t like it. Sirius has been hounding
me to give you to him for a week of retraining.”
The woman named Tonks blanched, surprising Hermione when her hair turned as
white as her face. She’d read about metamorphagi before, but she’d never met
one before. She knew the Malfoys would have paid a lot of money to get ahold of
one for all their perverted sexual fantasies.
“No, master, please. What he’s done to the young Weasley girl is…God, she might
never be the same.”
One of the bad things about curiosity is that it can often force you to hear
things you wish you hadn’t. “What does it do to her?”
For the first time since she had arrived, her master looked uncomfortable.
“Let’s just say that he has an affinity for medieval muggle torture devices.
The healers have been busy since the Weasley girl was given to him. I shouldn’t
have sent her there, but she’s from a family that is in Dumbledore’s pocket and
I worried about her betraying me even with the collar. I think Sirius is
punishing her for not getting close to me.”
Hermione looked a bit green. She’d been able to read some about muggle torture
devices from ages past. The things they used to do to human bodies had sickened
her.
“Anyways. Hermione, this is Tonks. She hate’s her first name, so I call her
Bitch outside this room. I also have to put her in her place much more than I
should have to because she has a very sharp tongue. She’s going to unbind your
magic. It’ll take about three weeks for your magic to settle once unbound then
we’ll get you a wand.
“If we do this, you MUST NOT be seen with the wand unless I give you
permission. I have a place where Tonks here will teach you to use your magic,
but outside of there, you must keep it hidden. If Sirius sees you with it, you
will be killed. He’ll force me to do it. And I won’t be able to make it quick.
Do you understand?”
Hermione was quite shocked. She was going to be able to do magic? It was almost
too much. “But…but why?” She stammered out, not thinking about the consequences
of asking a question.
Harry smiled. “You said you’d help. Doing research isn’t going to do me much
good if you don’t understand and practice what you learn. Besides, we’re going
to be starting a war. The more people who can fight, the better.”
Hermione nodded.
The process to unbind a magical core was very painful. Tonks warned her, of
course, but it was still a little too much like the Cruciatus curse for her
liking. When it was over, Harry brushed the hair away from her brow and looked
down at her.
“You okay, Hermione?”
“Yes, master.”
“Good. Now we have to get the two of you out of this room and put on a show.
I’ve got to do some work. Tonks will show you to the library and get you
started.”
He helped her up, then led them out. Immediately both Tonks and Hermione got on
all fours to crawl behind him. He led them to a room a few doors down. The room
appeared to be a sitting room but was otherwise unremarkable. Harry grabbed
Tonks by the hair and lifted her up. He then shoved her over a table that was
off to the side of the room.
“Hermione, lick her. Make her orgasm. Bitch, do not orgasm. You have 10
minutes.”
Hermione bulked at the orders. Not because she hadn’t ever licked another woman
to orgasm, but because one of them would have to disobey. One of them would
fail. She knew Harry was doing this for a reason, but it didn’t make her feel
any better. Hermione knelt between Tonks’ spread legs and took a lick of the
older woman’s pussy. Deciding that she had to hurry up, Hermione licked and
nibbled with a frenzy, focusing on inserting at least three fingers and
lavishing Tonks’ clit.
Just before the 10 minutes was up, Hermione felt Tonks curse and moan louder
than she had been. She also felt the flow of the woman’s juices over her face.
Hermione giddily realized that she had succeeded.
Harry pulled her away from Bitch’s pussy.
“Good job, Hermione. Good girl. Bitch. You failed me.” Harry pointed his wand
at the older woman and said cruelly, “Crucio!”
Hermione listened to the woman scream and watched as she fell to the floor. It
didn’t surprise her that she had no pity or feelings about the other woman
being tortured rather than her. She had long since discovered that if it was
someone else it wasn’t her. She knew deep down that she should care. She should
have compassion, but in reality she was just glad she wasn’t being tortured.
Harry held Bitch under the curse for almost a minute. When he was done, he put
his wand away, and said, “Hermione bend over the table.”
Hermione rushed to obey, wondering if she was going to be tested as well.
She heard some rustling behind her. She felt something at her entrance and
definitely felt it when Harry shoved his cock deep into her pussy. Moaning,
Hermione bucked against his hips.
“Thank you, master!”
Her master pounded against her arse, driving her harder and harder into the
table. Hermione felt an orgasm pooling in her stomach and moaned loudly. When
she came, she came hard, which prompted her master to climax alongside her.
“That’s a good slave,” Lord Harry said as he pulled out. “Now, you and Tonks go
to the library and get started. Bitch, make sure you behave or I’ll make sure
to give you a full day under the curses.”
The two girls nodded and Hermione crawled after Tonks. Once outside the sitting
room, Tonks got up and started walking. Hermione followed her lead, looking
around another part of the manor that she’d never been in before. She noticed
several portraits on the wall, all of them watching suspiciously. Hermione
wondered if the portraits spied on her master as well as the runes. She had
noticed the lack of portraits in the Sanctuary.
Her new life was very confusing, that was for sure.
                                   oooXXXooo
Harry watched as his Godfather left the room. Apparently having the Black Lord
entrenched in his own home spying on him wasn’t enough. Harry knew that
Dumbledore suspected Harry of leading the resistance, but he had no proof. That
was why he had sold Ginny Weasley to him, having expected that he could use her
to gain some insight into Harry’s plans. How Dumbledore planned on getting
around the anti-betrayal compulsions on the slave collar was beyond him, but he
knew that if anyone could do it, it would be Albus Dumbledore.
His Godfather had just told him that Ronald Weasley would be staying at the
Manor in order to “learn” the ways of being a pureblood. Harry knew Ron from
his time at Hogwarts, though they weren’t close. Harry preferred to stick with
his fellow Revenclaws and his small group of loyal friends. In truth, Harry
knew that Weasley was being planted in order to spy on him. Harry would have to
be even more careful than normal if he wanted to keep his secrets.
Harry stood and walked to the library where he knew Hermione was still studying
with Tonks. He’d left them to their reading earlier in the morning after having
fun with the two women. He felt bad about hurting them, of course, but he
couldn’t show them any mercy outside of The Sanctuary, and even that might have
to stop with Ronald Weasley’s presence.
“Sluts,” Harry greeted after walking into the library. “Mudblood, suck me.”
Harry sat down and watched as Hermione put her book down and quickly sank to
her knees in front of him. He could see the confusion in her eyes, but she was
a good slave and would always do as she was told. She took out his cock and
quickly set her mouth to work. Not really paying attention, Harry thought about
his plans. The resistance that was kept very secret for good reason was coming
along nicely. They were all training as much as possible outside of Hogwarts,
and were constantly looking for trustworthy allies. Both he and Neville
Longbottom, the heir to the Longbottom house, were buying up as many female
slaves as possible after recognizing that they could use them as an army when
the time came.
Harry knew that Dumbledore couldn’t know what they were doing. Dumbledore
didn’t know that they had found a way to unbind a slave’s magic. It was thought
that once the magic was bound it was gone forever, but Harry had found a spell
in his family’s library that wasn’t known to anyone else as it had been
invented by a Potter centuries before.
The plan was to have enough support between members of the resistance and their
bound slaves that they could take out the majority of Dumbledore and
Grindelwald’s support base. But it was going to be tricky as all the planning
and training had to be done in complete secret. One betrayal or one slip could
lead to utter catastrophe, and they all knew it.
Harry groaned as he finally climaxed. He looked down at the girl between his
legs as she put his penis away. He knew that she had to be very confused,
though he expected that was more because of the abrupt changes in her life over
the last few days. He had known of her for years, and had tried his hardest to
get her away from that bastard Malfoy. He’d found the story of her parents in
his mother’s journal, and had wanted to help her. He wished so much that they
could simply be friends in a normal world with both of their parents watching
on. He wished he didn’t have to treat her as a slave. He hated it.
Hermione looked up at him, wondering what she needed to do next. Harry stood
and motioned for her to follow him. He looked at Tonks who was still reading,
obviously still peeved at him for his treatment earlier in the day, and told
her to follow them as well.
Harry led them to The Sanctuary, knowing that this would be a difficult
conversation. After closing the door, her gestured to two chairs that sat in
front of his desk then settled himself in his office chair.
“I just had a conversation with Lord Black. Dumbledore has decided to place
Ronald Weasley here, allowing me to mentor him. I don’t know if you know,
especially you Hermione, but from time to time a family will place a non-heir
into the service of a higher house in order to gain favor and/or raise their
own status.
“Obviously, this is just another machination of the Great Meddler. It also
means that our time without watchful eyes is over. I believe that we’ll have to
be much more Slytherin in order to get our time in training and researching.”
Tonks looked angry. “Can’t we just kill him? This is getting crazy.”
“Tonks, seriously. You know damn well that if Weasley died I would be the first
to take the blame. And it wouldn’t matter anyways, it would only bring more
scrutiny on us instead of less.
“Now. I have some ideas. First, I will use the house elves to administer
obliviation and sleeping droughts as we do with my Godfather. We’ll have to use
them cautiously so as to not get caught. I’m also going to have to put on a
show. The more Weasley thinks I’m a good little Lord going with the flow the
better. That means that I’ll have to go rough with my slaves while he’s awake.
“What I know of Weasley is that he thinks more with his dick than with his
brain, and that he should be easy to divert if I give him company of the female
persuasion. That should provide yet another distraction for him, but I can’t
send either of you to him. We’ll have to use the young Lovegood girl for his
entertainment. That will push her initiation behind schedule but there is
nothing to do about that.”
The girls looked at their master. Hermione was worried. Whoever this Weasley
boy was, he wasn’t good news for their cause. Hermione had only been in Lord
Harry’s service for two days, and while she was confused about his true nature,
she could sense that his plans were true and good. She couldn’t say how she
knew, but she could. Whatever was going on, this new development was not good.
“We won’t be able to use The Sanctuary unless Weasley is out of the way. I
can’t meet with any of the slaves in the know unless I know for sure he isn’t
around to listen in. I will not have any information getting back to
Dumbledore.” Harry turned his attention to Tonks. “Tonks, you must watch your
tongue. If you remain your impertinent self, I will have to punish you
severely. If Weasley reports that I’m going soft on my slaves or that I am not
acting in the way he expects a Pureblood Lord to act, this could all come
tumbling down. So, for Merlin’s sake, keep hold of your tongue.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Okay. He’ll be here soon. I will meet with him. Hermione you’ll be with me. I
will likely have to do things to you today that I wouldn’t normally do. For
that I’m sorry.”
With that Harry led them both out of the room, sending Tonks back to the
library. He and Hermione continued on to the entrance hall, Hermione on her
hands and knees struggling to keep up with the long strides of her master.
They only waited in the entrance hall for a few moments before the tell-tale
signs of an incoming portkey appeared on the seal of House Potter which was
engraved on the floor. When the swirling blue light faded, Hermione saw a tall,
lanky red-head who might be considered handsome if he didn’t have a sneer on
his face.
“Ah, Potter, nice of you to have me,” Weasley greeted, bowing condescendingly
towards Lord Harry. His gaze then filtered to her where she kneeled at her
master’s side. “I see you brought a pet to play with, excellent.”
“Mr. Weasley, well met. If you can follow me to my sitting room we’ll discuss
your upcoming service and how we will handle it between now and our return to
Hogwarts in September.” Harry then spun on his heel and led the youngest male
Weasley to the sitting room that sat on the side of the entrance hall. Harry
then took a seat, allowing Hermione to once again kneel at her master’s feet.
She gazed curiously at her master’s new…whatever he was as the young man took a
seat across from her master. The Malfoy’s had never taken on another pureblood
in order to mentor them. She hadn’t even read about the practice.
“Weasley, when you are here you will refer to me as Lord Potter. I will allow
you some comforts, but I will also have you know that if you don’t apply
yourself in the tasks I set you, I will end your service immediately. Do you
understand?”
“Yes, milord,” Weasley said, though Hermione could tell that it pained him to
be so respectful.
“Good. As a sample of what I can offer you if you do well, slut,” Harry said
looking down at Hermione, “suck my friend off.”
Doing her best not to grimace, Hermione crawled forward and quickly pulled
Wealsey’s flaccid cock out of his trousers. In reality his was the most
pathetic penis she had ever seen, let alone sucked. Once she had him at full
mast he wasn’t even half of what her master offered her. Nevertheless, she took
him into her mouth, wanting to vomit at the taste of him. She bobbed her head
up and down, taking the small penis into and almost out of her mouth as fast as
possible. Luckily, the boy didn’t last long. His cum tasted worse than Lord
Blacks’ which she had sampled earlier that morning. Quickly swallowing she
tucked his softening penis back into his trousers then went back to her
master’s side. She looked up to see him looking back at her with a vicious
gleam in his eyes. She knew that deep down he was laughing at the smallness of
his new serviceman.
“Lord Potter, what say you that we double team this bitch! I’d love to get
myself into her tight cunny. The whore deserves it for such a terrible
knobber.”
Hermione could tell that her master was trying to contain his anger, but she
suspected that the red-headed beast that sat across from them missed the signs.
Harry looked down at her, his eyes cold. “Is that true, slut. Did you not do
your best to get my guest off?”
“I-I’m sorry, master, I tried my best.” The strike was so unexpected that she
fell backwards onto her bum, her hand coming up and touching her now busted
lip.
“I see you need some punishment. Perhaps I should let my friend here have some
fun with you.” He looked over at Ronald, “Well go ahead, fuck her. Don’t worry
about hurting her, I’m sure she deserves it. I might join in, you never know,
it could be fun.”
Trying not to shudder at the repulsive man touching her, Hermione tried to
control the tears she knew she shouldn’t show. Crying always got you hurt.
She’d learned that very quickly with the Malfoys.
She watched as Weasley took his clothes off. “On your hands and knees, whore,”
he ordered. Hermione quickly complied, knowing she had no choice.
She felt Weasley position himself behind her then felt his wand at her neck.
“I’ve learned some great spells for making sure sluts like you learn their
proper place.” She heard him mutter some form of incantation. She suddenly felt
as if her insides were on fire, her whole world devolving into terrible pain.
Though it wasn’t as sharp as a Cruciatus, this curse seemed to be burrowing
itself into her very soul.
The pain was such that she didn’t even realize that he had thrust himself into
her pussy and started to pound away. “Stop screaming, bitch!” Weasley yelled,
as he hit her ass hard. He put his wand back at her neck and uttered the
counter-curse.
Hermione tried to take in some air, her mind almost completely blank. She knew
that if he hadn’t removed that spell as quick as he had, she would have quickly
lost her sanity. The pain started to dull after just a few minutes, so she
became aware of the small prick battering away at the insides of her cunt. She
knew she wouldn’t orgasm from such a small intrusion, unless her master made
her via the collar around her neck. She really hoped he didn’t. She didn’t want
to take any pleasure from what the bastard pounding away at her innards was
doing to her.
When he finally climaxed, the pain from the curse was mostly gone. She watched
as her master stood up from his chair then looked down at her. “Slut you
disappoint me. Stand up.”
Hermione quickly stood, but was unable to look her master in the eyes. The pain
Weasley had caused her still at the front of her mind, How could her master let
her be hurt like that? How dare he? She stopped her negative thoughts almost
immediately as her collar heated up, warning her that if she continued down
that road, she’d experience a load of pain.
“Look at me, whore!” Her master snarled.
Hermione reluctantly looked at Lord Harry. She saw nothing but coldness in his
green eyes. This was the true Lord Harry Potter, not the kind young man who
wanted to fix the world’s problems. She knew that his “plans” were too good to
be true.
“Master?”
Harry slapped her hard. “Even I could tell that was a pathetic fuck. Get out of
my sight.”
Recovering from the blow, Hermione all too gladly left the room. It seemed that
no matter what, she was destined to be bound to a bastard.
                                   oooXXXooo
She didn’t see her Lord again that day. When it came time to go to bed, a house
elf led her to the manor’s Slave’s quarters. This was a dorm style room where
the manor’s slaves slept when not with their lord or one of his fellows. For
the first time since she arrived at Potter Manor, she found out just how many
slaves Lord Harry owned. In addition to her and the three he had bought from
the Malfoy Estate, there were fourteen other young women who lived at the
manor. She noticed Tonks was already in the room. When Hermione entered, Tonks
looked up from her bunk and grinned at her.
“I see I wasn’t the only one to get a shiner from our Lord.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes. “How can you be so glib? And how can you even say
the things you say without the collar punishing you for it?”
“Didn’t know realize? The collar only heats up. The master doesn’t allow the
pain function to work.”
“But that means…”
“Yup. Technically we could get away with anything. Or at least some of us.
There are a few here who aren’t so lucky, but then that’s for good reasons.”
“Such as?”
Tonks shook her head. “Nope. Not for me to tell. The pain function of the
collars may be off, but the collar still demands loyalty and submissiveness. If
I did something to betray Lord Harry the collar would let him know. I think
it’s so he can determine the punishment instead of a piece of metal.”
“He’s not a good guy, is he,” Hermione asked softly as she sat on the bonk
beside Tonks. She felt the collar heat up, but no pain followed it.
“No. No he’s not. But it could be worse. He is a good lay though, isn’t he?”
Tonks smirked. She’d been owned by the Potters since her birth, and had grown
up with Lord Harry. She’d been broken in by his Lordship on his eleventh
birthday. Luckily, she hadn’t been taken first by Lord Black, who had a way of
breaking all of his slaves.
“But what about…” Hermione was stopped from saying more by Tonks putting her
hand over the brunette’s mouth.
“Don’t speak of anything from the room out here, you daft bint! The master
would flay you alive!” Tonks hissed. She somehow knew that Hermione was going
to speak of their master’s plans. That would be disastrous, as Tonks knew that
there were spying runes in the room where they sat. Hermione’s eyes widened
comically in fear.
Tonks removed her hand. “You need to learn that there are some things you can
say, and some things you can’t. For some reason, our lord decided to punish you
this afternoon. Don’t make him do it often!”
“But you get away with so much,” Hermione protested.
“Lord Harry likes punishing me in small doses, it’s a game we play and have
since we were small children. I’ve been here since before Lord James and Lady
Lily died. I was the first to be bound to our master and we have a rapport that
doesn’t exist for others here. He likes you, Hermione, I can tell. But he can
only use you as a tool if you don’t disappoint him so often.”
As Hermione laid awake that night she thought about her time at the Potter
Manor so far. Her master seemed to have multiple personalities. Sometimes he
was kind and had grand plans to end the messed-up world they lived in. Other
times he was as much a sadistic bastard as Draco Malfoy. She didn’t know what
to think.
                                   oooXXXooo
She was summoned to the Sanctuary the next morning. She had been fed with the
other slaves, and it had been nice not to have to take breakfast with his
Lordship as she suspected she would have had to service Lord Black once more.
For her, once was enough.
“You called for me, master,” Hermione asked when she closed the door to the
Sanctuary behind her.
“Hermione, come, sit.”
She sat in a chair beside Lord Harry and waited for him to finish what he was
working on. It looked like he was doing some form of paperwork.
“Are you okay?” Harry asked.
“Master?”
“From yesterday, I mean. I won’t apologize for it. There will be times as your
master when I have to be a right bastard. In fact, those times may become more
and more frequent as time goes on, especially with Weasley in residence. He
has, it seems, taken a liking to you. I will try to keep the two of you
separated, but it won’t do for me to refuse him often. I will not let him have
you without me in the room. I think he may seriously harm you if he isn’t
supervised.”
“I’m fine, master. It isn’t anything I haven’t went through before.” She knew
her voice was cold, but she couldn’t help it. She felt that her master had such
potential to be a great person, yet he treated her and his slaves like trash
quite often. She didn’t know which Lord Harry was the real deal.
“Don’t take that tone with me, Hermione,” Harry said sharply. “I’ve explained
why things have to be the way they are. We’re two years away from any progress,
so if you can’t handle what I ask for you, then you’ll be let go. I bought you
for sentimental reasons. Those reasons aren’t enough for me to jeopardize my
operation if you’re not going to do your part, even if that part is for you to
be the perfect little whore. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master, of course,” Hermione said submissively.
“Good. Now, get up on this desk, facing me. You deserve a reward for putting up
with Weasley yesterday.”
Hermione did as she was told, and watched intently as her master spread her
legs and lowered his face to her womanhood. Hermione moaned and tried to resist
putting her hands into his hair. She was so confused about who her master
really was. But right at that moment it didn’t matter. She would accept her
reward and live life a day at a time as she always had.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     a.n.2. So that’s chapter one. Each chapter will be about 10,000
     words, so updates will likely take a while. My goal in this story is
     to do smut and plot together, but there will be quite a bit of smut
     so I don’t know what the balance will be.
     EDIT: You'll note that I didn't get 10,000 words for the next
     chapter. I lied. I'll try harder.
***** Hermione's Folly *****
Chapter Notes
     a.n. Quite surprised that this got any reviews or follows at all, but
     thankful that it did. This is way out of my comfort zone for writing,
     so it was nice to see some people actually like it. Now onwards!
     Warnings for this chapter: Rape, Torture, BDSM, Torture, Dom/Sub,
     Character Death, and Slavery. References to M/M, nothing graphic.
     Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry or anyone.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world that he
didn’t exist. – Verbal Kint/Keyser Soze “The Usual Suspects”
                                   oooXXXooo
The best thing Albus Dumbledore had ever done was convince the wizarding world
that he was a “light lord.” Better, he had them convinced that his ideals were
‘light’. Albus sat back in his office chair at Hogwarts looking at the weeping
form of Draco Malfoy bent over his desk. He had been taking his anger out on
the young Malfoy boy for the last month. His father, Lucius, had failed and
been caught. Dumbledore had not been able to save him from execution, despite
subtle attempts at trying.
Dumbledore knew that he should have been more forceful with the young Potter
lad. He’d had Lord Black there, but apparently, he hadn’t broken the young lad
at all! No, instead Potter had a backbone, something that Albus couldn’t stand
in a minion! Luckily Potter was as sadistic as they came if the scrying runes
were anything to go by. He wouldn’t pose any problems for the Empire with
dangerous ideas like his father had had.
No. Albus was content with the way things were, despite the setback of losing
the Malfoy’s support. He’d been able to siphon off a bit of their fortune for
himself and Gellert, so it wasn’t a total loss. And he was being magnanimous
with the young Malfoy and allowing the little bastard to live. A little
buggering and a painful beating once or twice a day for the last month should
be enough to keep the sadistic little bastard from causing any problems now
that papa Malfoy was out of the picture.
He called Minerva to his office.
“Slave, take this thing to the hospital wing, I’m finished with it.”
“Yes, master.”
His Transfiguration slut took Malfoy away, and Albus leaned back and thought
about just how good it was to be him.
                                   oooXXXooo
Harry was furious. It was bad enough that he had to put up with his Godfather
being a complete maniac, but now Ronald Bloody Weasley had shown up. Harry had
done as he had hoped and put him under sleeping charms which kept him occupied
for 15 hours a day. And he was able to bind the wizard and obliviate him three
times a week without causing damage to his already feeble mind. That still left
a lot of time where Weasley needed to be entertained.
Harry’s solution had been to send in one of his older slaves, who was tough
enough to endure the rough treatment she was likely to take at the Weasel's
hands.
Weasley had killed her the night before.
It had taken every ounce of willpower Harry had not to skin the red-headed
bastard alive. Harry marched into his sanctuary and called out for Dobby.
“Master Harry called for Dobby?” the little elf asked when he popped into the
Sanctuary.
“Dobby, I want you to bring me Hermione and Tonks. Get them here now. I don’t
care what they’re doing.”
“Yes, master.” Dobby popped out. It took him three minutes before he popped in
holding Hermione and Tonks’ hands.
“Ladies, we have a problem, and I need you to solve it. Hermione you know I
didn’t want to give you to Weasley for any extended period of time, especially
without me in the room. I sent Samantha to him two days ago for his pleasure. I
needed someone to entertain him while we went about our business.
“He killed her last night.”
The girls both gasped. Hermione had met Sam her first night sleeping in the
slave quarters, and she had liked her. The woman, in her mid-40s, was very
pretty, but with a tough exterior.
“What do you need from us, Lord Harry?” Tonks asked.
“I need you, Tonks, to go get Weasley and bring him here. But I need you to do
it without letting him know you’re bringing him to me. I don’t care how you do
it. Your only instructions are not to let on what you’re doing and don’t get
yourself hurt. Hermione, I want you to go with her. He might think twice about
hurting you both.
“I think he’ll run if he thinks you’re bringing him to me. Do it now.”
Tonks and Hermione scurried out of the room to follow their master’s orders.
Harry sat back in his chair. He knew he couldn’t get away with killing the
weasel. The Weasley family was deep in the pocket of Dumbledore, and it would
cause unimaginable problems for House Potter if one of their sons died in his
care, even if it were a justified killing.
It took the girls ten minutes before they crawled back into the room. Both
stayed on their knees as Ronald Weasley walked in behind them.
“Ronald, take a seat,” Harry said, pointing to a chair in front of his desk.
“Hey, Harry, are we going to have some fun with these two bitches?”
Harry pulled his wand from the holster on his wrist and pointed it at the
redheaded moron. “Crucio!” For the next minute, Harry and his girls enjoyed the
screams.
Harry ended the curse. “No, arsehole, we won’t. You will never, I repeat never,
touch one of my slaves again. Now, you’re going to sit there like a good boy,
while I workout some frustration.” Harry tied Weasley up with a quick binding
spell, then turned to Hermione.
“How has your training been going, Hermione?”
“Well, master. In the four days since I started training with a wand, I’ve got
through about a quarter of the first year spells in charms and
transfiguration.”
“Good, good. I think you’re ready for a more defensive spell. Come here.”
Hermione walked around the desk and stood beside her master. He then did
something that shocked her. He handed her his wand. “Now point this at him, and
think of how much you hate him and men like him. Let the hate well up in your
heart to the point it becomes almost physical, can you do that?”
Hermione nodded. She thought about how much she hated Draco Malfoy, how much
she hated that she was a slave. She thought about the times that Malfoy had
made her do unspeakable things, and what she wanted to do to get revenge.
“Now,” Harry whispered, “Say ‘crucio!” like you mean it like you want him to
take every bit of hurt you’ve ever experienced. Do it now.”
“CRUCIO!” Hermione screamed.
She felt the magic well up in her and watched with a surprising amount of
pleasure as Weasley screamed and begged for it to stop. She remembered how
often she had begged. She remembered begging him to stop when he had used the
curse on her his first day in the manor. He hadn’t stopped. He had enjoyed her
pain. The curse intensified as she thought about how he had used her, how he
had almost driven her insane with the pain of a curse.
“Okay, stop,” Harry ordered. Reluctantly, Hermione ended the curse. “How did it
feel?”
She looked into the green eyes of the man who owned her and for a minute
thought about turning the wand on him. Almost immediately she felt pain
surround her as her collar recognized her thoughts. She sank to her knees and
dropped the wand. She barely noticed Lord Harry’s eyes widening.
Harry quickly picked up his wand, but Hermione didn’t notice. The pain that the
collar caused was still coursing through her.
“What did you do?!” Harry asked urgently, sounding furious. “Never mind, I
don’t have time for it right now. Tonks, take this bitch to the Pain Room, I’ll
be there soon.”
Tonks was white a ghost. She suspected she knew exactly what Hermione had done
when she held their master’s wand, and she knew that the punishment would be
something the girl would be lucky to survive.
                                   oooXXXooo
She couldn’t believe she was so damn stupid. She had committed the one truly
unforgivable sin a slave could commit. She had considered injuring her master.
Worse, this was Lord Harry. He might not be the kindest person in the world as
he had to keep up his mask while in the public areas of the manor, but he was
much kinder than Malfoy had ever been to her. Worse still, he had trusted her.
He’d trusted her with his wand, and she had then thought about turning it back
on its owner. She knew she was dead. The only thing that remained to be seen
was exactly how much pain she would have to suffer through before her master
gave her his mercy.
Tonks wasn’t speaking to her as the metamorph led her to whatever the Pain Room
was. It was probably exactly what it sounded like, and it didn’t seem like the
type of room Hermione was going to enjoy at all. The room was apparently in the
basement, or if it was anything like Malfoy Manor, the dungeon.
She was right about the room. As they entered, Hermione gazed around in horror
at all the instruments of pain and torture that hung around the room.
“What were you thinking?” Tonks almost shrieked after the door closed behind
them.
Hermione just shook her head. It no longer mattered. She had often wished to
die while she was Draco Malfoy’s slave. Now she was really going to die, and
because of her own stupidity. She just hoped that her master would be merciful
and allow her to die quickly.
                                   oooXXXooo
It took an hour for Harry to finish with Weasley. He took a lot of his anger
out on the red-head before placing him under the imperius curse. It wasn’t a
perfect solution, as there was always the chance that Weasley would be able to
fight off Harry’s control or that Sirius would notice the red-headed idiot’s
blank stare, but it was the only thing Harry could do outside of killing him,
which he couldn’t do.
Now he just had to deal with Hermione. He couldn’t believe that he had allowed
her to even touch his wand. There was just something about the girl that drew
him in, and now he was paying for it. Lord Black had always said that nothing
good ever came from being kind to a slave.
He walked into the Pain Room and looked around. The two girls were kneeling in
the center of the room, their heads bowed respectfully. After a brief glance at
them, he walked to the wall, where dozens of tools for torture were hung.
“Tonks, string her up by her wrists.”
“Yes, master,” Tonks replied, grimacing internally. She had been to the Pain
Room a few times, and it was never pleasant. The good news, if you could call
it that, was that Harry wasn’t going to kill the stupid bitch kneeling beside
her. He wouldn’t bother with the Pain Room if he was going to do that, but
Tonks knew that by the time Lord Harry was done, Hermione would be wishing for
death.
It took Tonks a few minutes to string Hermione up, When she was done, Hermione
was hanging from the ceiling by her wrists. Tonks had also put a spreader
between her legs to ensure that she couldn’t bring her legs together. When she
was done, Tonks knelt on the side of the room to watch and make sure her master
had everything he needed.
Harry picked up one of the floggers from the wall and walked to stand in front
of Hermione. “If you had pulled that trick in the public spaces of this manor,
you’d be dead right now, bitch. Instead, you’re going to feel a lot of pain.
When I think you’ve felt enough, then I’m going to make you feel some more. By
the time you’re done here, you’ll never want to betray me again.”
With that, he walked behind his slave, pulled his arm back and brought the
single-tipped flogger down on her back.
SWACK!
Hermione’s scream filled the room.
He hit her again.
SWACK!
And again.
SWACK!
Over and over again he hit her back, arse, and thighs, leaving thick red welts
all over. Each time the whip came down, Hermione screamed and begged for him to
stop, pleading for mercy.
After the fiftieth strike, Harry stopped and wiped his brow to clear away the
sweat. Then he turned to Tonks, “Tonks, the electrodes, please. Pussy and
tits.”
“Yes, master.”
…
Hermione struggled as her head was pushed underwater. Her master had been water
boarding her for what seemed like hours, and she was close to blacking out by
the time he brought her head back above the ice-cold water. She sucked in a
breath, not knowing when she would be able to take another. It turned out she
wasn’t even able to finish taking in that one single breath before Lord Harry
pushed her back beneath the liquid.
…
Hermione begged as Harry continued to push his cock in and out of her tight
quim. He’d been fucking her pussy for an hour but refused to allow her to cum.
Every time she was close, he pulled out and switch to her arse, which would
cause her just enough pain to bring her back from the edge of orgasm.
She would do anything to be allowed to cum.
…
Hermione screamed as Lord Harry cast the cruciatus curse on her once again. She
had been so close to cumming that time, but the pain took all the pleasure
away. This time he held the curse for almost two minutes. Just before he lifted
the curse, Hermione could almost feel her mind breaking.
He didn’t let her rest and pushed his cock back into her tight pussy once
again.
                                   oooXXXooo
Six hours later, Hermione was pretty sure she would have rather been killed.
Her master had whipped her back and front bloody, had electrocuted her several
times, had water boarded her, and had forced her to stay on the edge of orgasm
for several hours before allowing her to cum. He had also put her under the
cruciatus curse several different times, driving her close to insanity on two
different occasions.
By the time he was finished with her, she was begging for him to just kill her.
She wanted it to be over. But he wouldn’t.
“Will you ever betray me again, slut?” he asked her at the end.
“No, master.”
“Good then.” Then he walked out of the room after giving Tonks a signal, not
even looking back.
Tonks stood slowly from where she had been kneeling for most of the day. She
wanted to pity the younger girl, but she didn’t have it in her. They were
slaves, and both knew that there was a price to pay for disobedience and
misbehavior.
She released Hermione from the bonds that held her to the room’s ceiling, then
caught her before she could collapse to the ground. She knew she would be
spending the next several hours healing the young witch, but knew that in the
end, Hermione just might be a better slave because of her punishment.
                                   oooXXXooo
“My master, I bring you good news,” the blonde-haired man said from his
position at his master’s feet.
“Go on,” Lord Voldemort said.
“Dumbledore has bought the young Turpin girl from my stables, and the
alterations to the new collar she will wear were completed just in time.
Clearwater finished them just as we signed the deal for Turpin.”
“Oh, that’s great news. Great news indeed. Is Turpin all briefed? And she was
willing?”
“Yes, sir. She knows the risk. She knows what happened to Perks when we tried
to send her in.” The men in the room grimaced. Dumbledore had sponsored a 100
man gang rape for the Perks girl when she had been discovered spying.
Thankfully they had not been able to get any information out of her thanks to a
vow, but by the time they were done with the poor girl, there wasn’t much left.
They hadn’t even allowed her corpse to rest in peace, defiling it for several
hours after she had perished.
“Good then. This could be good for us. Let’s hope Turpin is up to the task.”
Lord Voldemort dismissed his followers and then stood to look out the window.
He was forced to do business from a shack in the woods, but things were coming
together.
Albus Dumbledore would soon regret the day he had ruined Lord Voldemort’s life.
Chapter End Notes
     a.n.2. I know this is a lot shorter than I promised, but I’m not good
     at 10,000-word chapters. They take me too long, and I end up
     procrastinating.
     A word about Harry and his slaves. First, Harry is not a good person.
     He’s cold, angry, and powerful. Part of this story will be his
     transition into a more likable figure. As for his slaves, they are
     slaves, and not by choice. Unlike every other sub!Hermione fic on the
     Internet, she is not submissive by choice and therefore will be
     treated like a slave, even by Harry (again, he’s used to having
     slaves, so he will treat them as such). I say all this so that I
     don’t get flamed for how Hermione is going to be treated in this
     story, despite how much I like her as a character.
     Who knows when I’ll get the next chapter out. It’ll likely be
     sometime in the next month or two.
     Next chapter: we see the aftermath of Hermione’s punishment, we see
     Luna and the Patil Twins for the first time, and Sirius makes another
     appearance. We also see a bit of Hermione’s training and start to see
     the plans Harry has for the wizarding world.
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