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Only a Slave	By : scaramouche36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 55710 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter Four: Two More Slaves

When she entered her bathroom, Bellatrix had to smile. Her slave was hanging upside down from the ceiling. The plug was still firmly in place and the dildo fucking his face was burying itself all the way down his throat. There was a puddle of vomit below his head and his face was stained with tears. He had seemingly not noticed Bellatrix entering the room, so she pulled out her wand and vanished the dildo, the butt plug and the chains holding him up. With a shout, he crashed into the floor.

“Did you miss me, whore?” asked Bellatrix, stripping out of her clothes.

“Yes, Mistress,” gasped Harry. His throat was sore, his eyes ached from crying and his ass hurt like crazy, but oddly, he actually had missed her. His world had been turned upside down. He had lost everything. His wand was gone and he was defenseless. Despite trying all day, he was unable to perform any wandless magic. He had instead been forced to think about all the people he had let down. And Ginny…he missed Ginny more than anyone else. Her hair, her smile…the way she smelled. Everything about her made his heart ache. He was forced to come to terms with the fact that his captor—his Mistress—was the woman who took from him the only family he had left. In spite of all that, he had missed her. Horrible as it was, when Bellatrix was there he didn’t have to think about all that.

Bellatrix gazed into Harry’s eyes and saw exactly what he was thinking. She was pleased to see that his spirit was well on its way to being broken. She beckoned for him to follow and led him into the bedroom. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs.

“Get to work, whore.”

Harry buried his face in her pussy, doing his best to please her. Despite everything, he wanted to make her happy, if only because then she wouldn’t hurt him as much. If he lived long enough, and kept his spirit intact, he might be able to escape. He found her clit and began to lick it vigorously, eliciting moans of ecstasy from his Mistress. She raised her legs slightly, exposing her ass.

“Lick it. Lick my asshole clean!” Harry hesitated and then flicked his tongue across her rosebud. “Good. Very good. Now,” she said, pushing Harry backwards, “we have some work to do to get ready for tonight.” She led him back to her dungeon where Ron and Hermione were still hanging, stunned. A man was lounging against a wall. He was tall and exceptionally muscular. His face was cruel and scarred. He smiled at Bellatrix and strode over to kiss her on the cheek.

“Pet,” she said, “this is my husband, Rodolphous. Say hello, whore.”

“Hello, sir,” said Harry, refusing to make eye contact. Rodolphous shoved a booted foot under Harry’s face.

“It’s ‘Lord Lestrange’ to you, bitch. Kiss my boot.” Harry did as he was told. Rodolphous laughed. “So who is the delicious ginger?”

“Ronald Weasley,” said Bellatrix.

“Blood traitor, really?” Rodolphous strolled over to the wall and vanished Ron’s clothes, examining his body. Harry cast a puzzled look up at Bellatrix, who laughed.

“Please, whore, don’t tell me you’re that dumb. Our marriage was political. Rodolphous is gay. The only man I answer to is the Dark Lord.” Rodolphous was busy releasing Ron from his shackles.

“I’ll take him to the bedroom to train?” he asked. Bellatrix nodded and released Hermione’s restraints, too. Harry tried to rush to Hermione to see if she was all right, but Bellatrix held him back.

“Get up, mudblood,” snarled Bellatrix. Hermione slowly got to her knees, trembling from head to foot. Her eyes took in Bellatrix, fully attired as the dominatrix she was and then they fell on Harry.

“Harry…” she began, but Bellatrix cut her off with a cruciatus curse.

“Do not speak unless spoken to, you dirty animal. Whore,” she added, kicking Harry in the side, “explain the house rules to your friend.” Harry gulped.

“Yes Mistress,” he did his best not to look at Hermione while he talked. “We have to do everything we are told. We have to address any Death Eater as ‘Master’ or ‘Mistress’ and we have to submit to their desires. If we disobey, they will hurt…” he trailed off.

“If Potter disobeys,” finished Bellatrix, “I hurt you or the blood traitor. If you disobey, I hurt Potter and the blood traitor. Same goes for him. We also have the Patil twins, just in case both of you try something together. Do you understand, mudblood.” Hermione, who was starting to shake, nodded. “Good. Let’s see…what should we have you do first…oh! Come here and kiss my slut!” Hermione and Harry locked eyes and Harry swallowed. He had been afraid of this from the first moment he realized exactly what kind of situation he was in. Even if they managed to escape, nothing would ever be the same between them again. Maybe Ginny would see past it but it would always be there. But what could he do? If he refused, Bellatrix would torture Hermione. He could tell that she was thinking the same thing, and had come to the same conclusion. She crawled slowly to Harry. Their faces were only inches apart. Harry moved in closer and gave her a peck on the lips.

“Oh, no!” said Bellatrix, “That isn’t a kiss. This is a kiss.” She leaned down and captured Hermione’s mouth with her own, forcing it open so she could probe around with her tongue. When she broke the kiss a strand of saliva was left hanging between them. “Now kiss for real,” she ordered. Hermione leaned in to Harry and they kissed. Her mouth was soft and tasted of mint and tea. Harry hated himself for enjoying the kiss so much. They broke apart, both desperately trying not to make eye contact.

“Better. Now, whore,” said Bellatrix to Harry, “undress your friend.”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Harry. He and Hermione stood up and he slipped her robe off her shoulders. Next he unbuttoned her blouse with trembling hands, revealing the simple white bra she wore to cover her perfect, round breasts. He unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall to the ground. He knelt down and began to roll down her pantyhose. When he was done, one of his best friends in the world was standing before him in nothing but her underwear. Hermione turned around so that Harry could unclasp her bra. She was starting to cry again. When she turned again to face Harry, he gasped slightly at how perfect her breasts were. If only he had noticed how beautiful she was sooner…she could have been his…what was he thinking! Hermione was his best friend! And he was with Ginny! He knelt again and, with trembling fingers, removed her panties, revealing to him her most intimate parts. He made to stand up but Bellatrix stopped him.

“Stay where you are, whore. Mudblood, spread your legs. Have you ever been with a man?” Hermione shook her head, “Wonderful. Whore, show your little mudblood friend what your tongue can do.” Harry looked at Bellatrix in horror. She knew that he wanted to resist. “Would you rather watch your friend be tortured or hear her moan in joy?” asked Bellatrix, “What about you, you dumb little bint…would you prefer torture to Harry’s tongue? They’re pretty much opposites.” Hermione looked down at Harry.

“Do it, Harry. She’ll find a way to make us do it anyway.” Harry knew she was right. He raised his head to her crotch, inhaling a scent that was uniquely hers, and extended his tongue. As soon as it touched her folds, Hermione moaned. Harry focused on bringing her as much pleasure as possible. Under his ministrations, Hermione became wetter and wetter, soaking his face in her juice.

Bellatrix grabbed Hermione’s breasts from behind, kneading them roughly in her hands.

“Know what your tits need, mudblood? Jewelry…and maybe some tattoos.” She conjured a gag to put in Hermione’s mouth and ordered Harry to continue, no matter what. Hermione tried to scream as small gold rings, identical to those Harry was wearing, pierced through her nipples. Next Bellatrix traced a tattoo of a snake around Hermione’s left breast, its head devouring her nipple. Hermione was in a great deal of pain, but a great deal more pleasure. Harry’s tongue was magical. She forgot all about the pain in an instant. She was so close. She screamed into her gag again, but this time in pleasure as she came harder than her fingers had ever made her cum. Harry extracted his face from her folds.

“Stand up, whore,” said Bellatrix. She tapped his chastity device with her wand and it fell away. “On your knees, mudblood. Return the favor…you’ll need the practice anyway.” Hermione sank to her knees and reached up to touch Harry’s cock causing it to come alive. Bellatrix removed her gag and put it in Harry’s mouth instead. Hermione took Harry’s cock into her mouth and began to suck. It felt amazing. Harry could hardly believe that she had never done this before…was it really possible to learn this out of a book? Maybe it was just his own inexperience. Whatever the cause, he was in heaven. After what felt like only seconds, he came. In surprise, Hermione released his cock from her mouth and Harry ended up splashing his cum all over her face.

“How’d that feel, whore?” asked Bellatrix.

“Amazing, Mistress,” said Harry, looking at Hermione. It had been amazing, and she was gorgeous. Perfect even.

“Good. On your feet mudblood. I have work to finish.” Hermione stood and Bellatrix removed her pubic hair and gave her markings identical to Harry’s. Last, she pierced Hermione’s clit, causing her to pass out in pain. “Enervate! Get up you filthy whore. We have guests coming for dinner. You need to be dressed.” She conjured up their clothes for the evening. Harry was put into a latex body suit with a hole over his ass. Hermione was dressed in a version of the Hogwarts uniform that would have made Lavender Brown blush with embarrassment. The skirt didn’t even cover her ass and the blouse might as well have not been there for all the modesty it provided. Bellatrix led them back to the bedroom so she could get dressed. There they found Rodolphous lying back on the bed as Ron sucked his cock. Neither Harry nor Hermione could look at him. He was dressed as a French Maid…right down to the bonnet and white lace panties. Apparently Rodolphous was very gay. He pumped a few more times and shot his load on Ron’s face. Ron collapsed onto the floor, bright red with shame and Rodolphous got dressed.

“Almost time for our little party?” he asked Bellatrix.

“He should be here momentarily.”

“Good. I’ve missed Severus a great deal.” Harry and Hermione exchanged panicked looks. Snape was coming! Nothing good could possibly come of this.

Next chapter soon!

As always reviews are welcome.

By the way, StarrCrystal, Brian isn't going to be in this story...I'm trying to stick to D/s themes and there isn't going to be a very happy ending. I am working on a new story with Brian in it that will be more plot and less sex. It should start going up soon.
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