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Hermione & the Weasley Men	By : SherlockHolmes Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 21073 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione woke up stiff and sore with a massive headache. She tried shifting but was restrained by heavy chains locker her to the floor. She was naked, her arms were bound behind her, and her legs were strapped to either end of a wide steel bar, keeping them spread. She was vulnerable and she knew it.

Her mind was too befuddled to focus and she slumped in exhaustion after trying to unsuccessfully to summon her fury.

The room she was in was dim and she couldn’t see more than vague outlines of the objects scattered about. A fission of fear finally slithered through Hermione and she redoubled her efforts to pull free.

“It won’t do you any good you know, Miss Granger,” a honeyed purr came from behind her. “You are here at my mercy, to do with as I please.”

If his voice hadn’t given him away, then the hard tap-tap-tap of a cane on the cold hard floor identified her captor as Lucius Malfoy.

“You can’t do this, Malfoy; you’ll be sent to Azkaban,” Hermione spat hatefully.

“On the contrary, my dear, I think you’ll find I can do anything I want,” his voice dripped venom.

Hermione shivered, she shouldn’t be turned on by this – she really shouldn’t. She despised being ordered about – and that was the core of her problems with the Weasley men.

A rich chuckle filled her ears, “hmmm, does Miss Prim and Proper get turned on by being a slave?”

She wanted to deny it, but a compulsion to be honest had filled her, “yes,” she squeaked.

She wasn’t prepared for the blow that landed on her back, “yes what?” Malfoy Sr.’s voice snarled.

Hermione whimpered and gasped out, “yes, Master.”

“Better, now girl, I’m going to stand you up and you will keep straight, shoulders back and your eyes forward – do you understand?”

Hermione was terrified yet aroused, “yes, Master.”

Lucius levitated Hermione to her feet; she felt the blood rush to her head and she swayed dangerously with dizziness for a moment. She struggled to stay in position as instructed. Lucius circled her, eyeing her body critically as he trailed the end of the cane over her. He noted with satisfaction how her breath hitched as the cane played over her breasts.

Hermione braced herself internally as the his cane slithered over her skin, lingering at her nipples and she couldn’t quite stifle her gasp at the sensation. She felt Lucius move away and heard some clinking behind her. Her bonds to the floor and the steel bar between her legs disappeared with a silent command.

“Come here, slave,” Malfoys voice drawled behind her. Hermione turned slowly to keep her balance and stepped towards the tall blonde man. “Did I say you could walk, slave? Crawl to me.”

Hermione struggled with herself for a few seconds before sinking to her knees. With her arms still bound behind her, she shuffled forwards.

When she reached Lucius, he hauled her upright by her arms and then released their bindings. Before Hermione could appreciate the freedom, he had her strapped face up on a bench. Her arms were stretched above her head and locked in place; her legs were spread out to the sides and bound to the wings of the table. This left her pussy wide open with no impediment to access to it.

She shivered again from the cool air hitting her sensitive opening and from the feel of the ropes being bound around her body. They ran under her breasts and then crisscrossed between them, pressing her soft globes together tightly. More ropes ran over her stomach and hips, preventing her from arching into or away from a sensation.

When Lucius was finished binding her, all she could move was her head and that only fractionally. Hermione was blindfolded and gagged; she was completely at his disposal.

Hermione twitched slightly when she felt a cool tingling on her nipples as Lucius applied a salve to them; they felt hard and unyielding when he finished. There was a tight pinching when he placed clamps around them. She squealed behind her gag, earning her a sharp swat on her backside.

Lucius repeated the procedure with her clit, before linking the clamps together with a light chain; the slightest movement would pull on them, causing both pain and pleasure.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork before flipping the bench over, so that Hermione was suspended down off it. With a few adjustments to her position, she was left with her stomach supported and her arse high in the air. Lucius ran his hands over her supple rounded ass, perfect for the spanking to come. He slid his fingers down into her cunt, checking to see if she was wet yet. ‘Almost, but not quite enough; but that will change,’ he grinned to himself.

There was no warning as he smacked her rear cheeks with first his hand, then a paddle and finally a whip. Lucius would stop every now and then to finger Hermione’s snatch before soothing her reddened skin, and then resuming her initiation.

Hermione jerked repeatedly as the blows landed, causing the chains to yank at her nipples and clit. The pain and the pleasure blurred and she couldn’t stop moaning. Before she could climax, he stopped and flipped the bench over again.

“Did you cum?” he hummed at her. Hermione shook her head the best she could within her restraints.

“Good girl, you didn’t have permission did you?” he paused waiting her response. Hermione shook her head again, but her eyes pleaded with him.

Lucius chuckled, “all in good time, pet.” He loosened the clamps slowly of her very sensitive points. He summoned a bottle to him and proceeded to rub the contents over her areolas and clit. It stung, bringing tears to Hermione’s eyes. Before she could even blink the tears away, she felt a sharp piercing pain in first one and then the second nipple followed by her clit. She arched helplessly at the sensations running through her. Hermione could feel something hard in the middle of each bundle of nerves, keeping the tissue permanently erect.

Lucius peered down at her face before deciding she needed some relief. He began to finger her cunt and tug on her sore boobs until she was trying to wither with the feelings assaulting her. He loosened her bonds slightly and she began to buck against his hand. “You may cum, pet,” he commanded. Hermione clenched her inner muscles as waves of ecstasy flooded her.

While Lucius was rock hard, his self-control was like iron; he knew that by denying her the chance to pleasure him; along with only giving her partial relief, she would become more desperate to concede to his wishes.

He left her tied to the bench with instructions to rest.

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Within days, Lucius had Hermione crawling after him on all fours, fawning over him, desperate to worship him. Finally he sprawled naked on a couch, with Hermione nestled between his legs, suckling his cock. He had inserted a butt plug into her ass earlier and was tormenting her with a vibrating charm that shut off automatically when it sensed she was approaching climax. Lucius kept her hovering on the brink of climax for a long time. Hermione groaned in frustration while Lucius chuckled evilly above her, “now, now pet, you haven’t earned a reward yet.”

She relaxed her throat further, swallowing against his thick shaft as she fondled his sack with one hand and caressed his thighs and arse with her other. Lucius came with a shout, exploding down her throat. Hermione consumed as much of his cum as she could before licking Malfoy clean. He was delighted to have broken Gryffindors best and brightest to his will with comparatively little effort.
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