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Slave to the Phoenix	By : FyreFawn Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 41538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Draco was staring at his Advanced Dark Arts text book, willing the time to pass by quickly. He hadn’t even noticed that class had been dismissed and the students were now filing out of the room.

His mind was focused on the girl that had arrived two hours ago and was now resting in her room in the dungeon. He wondered what she looked like, if she was intelligent, or a dunderhead. Did she smile and laugh a lot, or had the slave training camp left sad and bitter. Did she like to talk or was she quiet. What was her name?

“Draco….” He frowned.

“Draco….” He thought that was an odd name for a girl, especially since it is a boy name. Wait! What if his parents had given him a girl name! He would have to go and demand it be changed right away.

“DRACO!”

Draco jumped and his head jerked up. “The fiendfyre!”

Professor Lupin stared at Draco and started laughing.

Draco shifted in his seat, his eyes blinked twice, and he carefully glanced around the class room, embarrassed that all eyes were now on him. Except, they weren’t, the classroom was empty.

Remus saw Draco glance around and he laughed even harder.

“How long has class been over?” Draco asked sheepishly.

Remus grinned, “About ten minutes. Your mind is perhaps elsewhere, maybe on a girl?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about her also. Dad and Uncle are the only ones that have seen her so far. When will we get to see her?”

“Well, we have about twenty minutes left before we meet the others in the Room of Requirement to practice Defense against the Dark Arts spells. I suppose we could go to her room and see her, but we have to be quiet. She needs her rest. When she wakes up, Severus and Lucius will introduce us to her.”

Remus and Draco made their way to Severus’ old quarters in the dungeon. Arriving in front of the door they went inside and found Severus sitting in a high-back chair reading a book. The fire was crackling warmly casting a soft glow over the room. Even during the summer months the dungeon kept its eerie chill, so the fireplaces were kept lit all year long.

Severus looked up from his reading. “Remus, Draco. Good afternoon. You are here to see the girl?”

“Yes.” Remus replied. “How is she doing?”

“She is doing fine. She woke up for a few minutes, but still looked exhausted. Since she hadn’t completely come to, I was able to give her a dreamless sleeping draught without too much trouble. She probably won’t wake up for at least three to four hours.”

Severus set his book down, stood up, and beckoned Remus and Draco to follow him. He opened the door to her room quietly, and the three men carefully stepped inside.

Both professor and student walked nearer to the bed the girl was laying on, but did not reach out to touch her for fear of waking her. She lay on her back; a white sheet lay over her. Her chest rose up and down gently with the rhythm of her soft breathing. Her hair was a deep brown and long. It was hard for Draco to know how long her hair was as she was laying on it. It frizzed around the edges of her face, making her look like a wood sprite.

“She’s beautiful Professor.”

“Yes she is Draco.”

They stayed for a few more minutes, gazing at her sleeping form, before they left for the secret Defense against the Dark Arts class.

Hermione stretched her muscles and blinked her sleepy eyes. She had slept so well and whatever she was laying on was very comfortable. She didn’t want to move at all. If this was a dream, she wanted to stay asleep. If this was heaven, she wanted to stay dead.

Slowly, she became aware of radiating warmth. Turning her head toward the heat source she saw a fire crackling in the small fireplace.

Hermione sat up carefully, taking in her surroundings. The bed she was in was decorated with red and gold trimmings. It was large enough to fit three full grown adults with extra room to spare. In one corner of the room was a small study area complete with a desk and a chair. A small bookcase was next to it, perhaps used to store text books and work books. The desk had four doors in which to store supplies.

Another corner of the room had a large dresser with a mirror attached. On the wall next to it was a full length mirror and a wardrobe also stood there.

The third and fourth corners of the room each had two comfortable lounge chairs. They were placed facing her bed.

Realizing she was naked underneath the sheet that covered her, Hermione decided to go and see if any clothes were in the wardrobe or dresser. Moving the sheet off herself, she swung her legs to the floor and stood. She almost fell back down on the bed, her legs were that shaky. Standing there a bit longer, she made sure her balance was steady before walking across the room.

She found no clothes in the wardrobe or dresser and turned to go back to the bed when she spotted the enormous trunk sitting on the floor at the end of the bed. She wondered if there might be clothes in it.

She stepped over to the trunk, knelt down and opened the lid. She gasped in awe; there were compartments upon compartments inside the trunk. If she removed one compartment, another one appeared.

“That’s saying something for magic”, she said to herself.

It took a while to go through the truck. Though the compartments didn’t contain anything, there were many to go through. Finally, when searching through what seemed like the two hundredth compartment, she found a large fluffy blanket. It wasn’t clothing, but it would cover her two times over, and that was all she was concerned about. She spent more time replacing the compartments in the trunk, wrapped the blanket around her body, and then made her way to the door of her room.

She stood there a moment wondering if it might be a good or bad idea to open the door. She threw caution to the wind; after all, denying her curiosity had never been her strong point. Reaching out a tentative hand, she grasped the door knob, turned it, and pushed.

The door squeaked slightly as it opened. Opening the door further she could see there was a bigger room. This room was decorated with green and silver colors. The room contained a small kitchen that included a fridge, stove, and dining table with two chairs. There was a reading area with 6 chairs and several bookcases, and a sitting area with three couches. The far wall was enchanted to show different scenery views, of night or day, depending on the occupant’s/s preference.

At this moment, the scene was a picture of the forbidden showing unicorns making their way through the thick foliage. This intrigued Hermione and she walked to the enchanted wall to stare in wonder, so caught up in the scenery, she didn’t notice the door to the hallway open, nor the sound of footsteps as someone entered the room.

It was the sound of a deep voice speaking that caught her attention. Hermione swung around and backed up against the wall. Holding the blanket securely around her she looked into the eyes of one of her new Masters.

Severus stood inside the doorway and observed Hermione. She was looking at the enchanted wall and hadn’t noticed him enter the room.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?”

He watched as she turned quickly to face him and pressed against the wall. His lips quirked as she tilted her chin up and stared directly into his eyes.

He noticed her breathing quicken as he walked toward her. He nodded to the wall behind her. “The unicorns.”

Hermione spared a quick glance toward the scenery before switching her gaze back to the man.

“Did you know,” he continued, “that unicorns are a symbol of purity and chastity? They are also known as being proud and no man can tame them.”

Severus stood close enough to the girl to make her feel uncomfortable, but far enough away to not terrify her. “I wonder if you are just as proud and untamable as they are. I think you are proud yes, for you are known as the little lioness, are you not? But never untamable. It will just take the right men to do so. It will be a pleasure to watch you learn the joys and art of submission.”

A look of indignition swept across Hermione’s face. “I’ll find a way out eventually and be free one day. Just wait and see!” Hermione exclaimed in a distressed voice.

“You won’t force me to submit! None of you will.” she said as Lucius stepped out of the fireplace into the room.

“So the kitten has her claws out already.” Lucius remarked, and Severus moved away from the girl.

Lucius, having no qualms about terrifying the girl, walked right up to Hermione, placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head up until she was looking at him.

“That could be debatable little girl. In some ways we will have to force you. It could mean the difference between life and death if you don’t submit to us, but that will only occur if the situation calls for it. Otherwise, you are right, we won’t force you. When you submit to us, it will be because you want to, and because you yearn to.”

Taking her blanket covered arm in his hand, he guided her over to one of the couches, sat down and pulled her down next to him.

Severus took a seat on the opposite couch. He spoke to Lucius, “Remus and Draco will be here soon. They just left the great hall.”

He turned his attention to Hermione, “Remus and Draco will be your other two Masters. They were here earlier and saw you when you were asleep. They can’t wait to meet you in person.”

Just then Remus and Draco joined them.

Hermione remained as still as she could on the couch, her blanket clad body lightly touching Lucius’.

“Ah, Remus and Draco,” she heard Lucius say. “Glad you could join us. Now that we’re all here, we can properly introduce ourselves. I’ll start first.”

As each man introduced themselves she examined their features. Each man would tower over her. Lucius and Draco had broad muscular features.

Remus and Severus were muscular as well, but leaner.

Lucius’ face was pale and pointed. His pale blond hair hung free just past shoulder length. He had grey eyes, that at this moment held warmth, but she was sure they could grow cold in a second flat.

Draco had the same features as his father, even the grey eyes. The only difference was that his hair was cropped shorter.

Remus had light brown hair with specks of grey in it. His eyes were kind, and his face bore scars that ran from just above his upper right eyebrow diagonally across his lips down to his chin.

Severus seemed dark and brooding, almost vampire like. He had hair as black as pitch that hung down to just above his shoulders. If he still had taught potions it would most likely be greasy. He had dark eyes that could pierce through a person. She wouldn’t be surprised if he could read minds.

Hermione listened to Severus as he finished introducing himself, and now, it was her turn to speak.

After Severus had finished speaking, the men waited for the girl to introduce herself.

She hesitantly began to talk, “I’m Hermione. I was kidnapped and taken away from my parents when I was eleven. I have lived at the slave camp for over six years now.”

There was a moment of silence.

“When’s your birthday?” Draco inquired.

“September nineteenth.”

“So, you’ll be eighteen in four months?”

Hermione nodded her head.

Another moment of silence occurred.

Remus had a couple of questions then. “What did training did you receive in the slave camp?”

“From age eleven to thirteen, it’s more working and doing chores for the camp than being trained. Every new slave that arrives there goes through this. They said it was to get our bodies use to the hard work and build up muscles so we won’t drop and die our first year of serving our owners. They said that we don’t need to waste our future owner’s money by keeling over. We did everything from cooking, do washing dishes, washing clothes, scrubbing cauldrons, obtaining potion ingredients, cleaning the rooms and working out in the fields.”

Hermione continued, “It is at age thirteen that the training actually begins. All the slaves ages thirteen to sixteen are trained as working class slaves. It begins with history lessons about the purebloods and how magic muggle children are thieves by stealing magic and they are meant for nothing more than serving halfbloods or purebloods. Then we are trained on how to keep a pure/halfblood’s house, and then maintain their property. It goes on to how to care for their children from infancy up to where they don’t need cared for any more. From there we learn how to bathe and dress our owners and how to treat guests when our owner’s have them over. We are trained on how to respond to our owner’s as well as where and how to stand when waiting for orders. We are given tests unexpectedly to see how well we retain information or how well we submit. If we fail to obey an order or rebel, punishment usually consists of caning, whipping or a crucio. On the day we turn sixteen is the day they decide whether to place us in the pleasure class or the working class. Most slaves hope for the working class.”

“Why is that?” Severus wanted to know.

“If a slave is placed in the working class, the training progresses on how to manage other slaves. In the working class, there is hierarchy. That pretty much means there is a chance for progression. If you make head slave, you know you have the complete approval of your owners and won’t have to worry about being thrown away.”

Hermione took in a deep breath and swallowed nervously. “I...I was placed in the working class. You can’t know how relieved I was. I was told that any future Master would be too worried I would bite their bits off. That is why the trainers placed me in the working class. The day I was punished with a crucio was five months of being sixteen years old; of thinking I was going to be okay.”

Her voice shook, “That was the day everything changed for me, because that was...” The girl’s voice broke for a moment, and she tried to finish her sentence. She didn’t get a chance, for Lucius spoke up then.

“That was the day I came and saw you.”

Hermione nodded once, her head downcast.

The men could tell she was trying to hold back her tears.

Lucius put his arm around her and pulled her to his side, ignoring her struggle to pull away. He relaxed his arm when she gave in, and he felt her stiffen against his form.

The men gave Hermione a moment to pull herself back together.

Remus then asked his second question, knowing that this was going to be a bit more difficult for her to talk about.

All the men knew this, but the first part of gaining her trust and trying to heal her was to make her talk about it.

So, he went ahead, “What training was there to be done for the pleasure class?”

The girl tried to push away from Lucius before answering this question, but he would not allow it.

She licked her dry lips and answered, “It wasn’t what I had expected. I was relieved yet terrified. The working class slaves never knew how the pleasure class slaves were trained. Once we are separated we go to different areas of the camp. When I arrived at the pleasure class dorms I was surprised that I got my own room. I soon found out there was a reason for this, and it wasn’t for anything sexual. For over the next year, I didn’t see anyone except my trainer. Once in a while I would pass another slave that was being led to or back from their room, but that was it. The only time I came out was for training. It got so lonely that I was actually happy to see my trainer when he came to get me. There was no touching whatsoever, with anything. But there were phallic toys to train on.”

Hermione was struggling not to turn red at this point, and the men could tell. They didn’t mind though, they thought her blush was lovely and sweet.

Severus, being mischievous prodded her, “Please continue. We are on pins and needles to know what happened.”

His lips twitched when she glared at him.

“We basically learned how to perform handjobs and blowjobs. The toy started out small and gradually increased in size as training progressed. Once we were successful at blowjobs, new phallic items were brought in that contained fluid. We were advised that the fluid was not semen, but was meant to taste like a mans cum. We were trained how to swallow this or keep it held in our mouths until we were ordered to swallow it. Again, the device started out with small amounts of fluid and gradually increased to more amounts of fluid. Though we had this training, we were also informed that our future Master/s might retrain us, because every man had a different preference. When we weren’t practicing on toys we were being trained on several different subjects. These ranged from the different submissive poses, giving our Master/s massage or a bath. Though we were never touched, our trainers spoke crudely, well, mine did anyways. I won’t go into it.”

At that moment, Hermione’s stomach growled. The men chuckled.

Lupin smiled and then snapped his fingers. A house elf appeared.

“Yes, Masters Lupin? Whats can I do for yous?” the house elf asked.

“Pippin, our girl is hungry. Get her some dinner please.”

“Yes sirs! Pippin will do as Masters says.” Pippin vanished with a pop.

“Was that all the training there was?” Draco wondered, as they waited for Hermione’s dinner to show up.

“I thought it might be,” the girl replied, “but I had come to realize the reason why we were kept from the other slaves and each other. Like I had said before, I saw no one except my trainer. When he was the only one I saw all the time and when he brought me out, I started wanting to please him, but against my will. I don’t know if that makes sense to you, but it does to me. I didn’t want to submit or be a pleasure slave even at that point, but I was so very tired of being lonely. I figured that if I could please my trainer, he would spend more time with me, and pay more attention to me. I have to say, it worked. I suppose it was a reward for obeying. You please your Master, and you won’t be alone. That was the idea I got. Then came the day I berated myself over, I was so stupid and dumb that I hadn’t even figured it out before that point. That was the day I witnessed an auction. It was just before my seventeenth birthday, so luckily I would not be in it yet. The auctions tend to be held annually. And it was past time for it. I had found out later that it was due to an over population of slaves. It seems that many of them were of legal age, and we had many new slaves coming into the camp as well, so it was decided to hold a second auction. I did not witness the first one because my room was in a different area of the building at that time. After the first auction I was moved. My room had a small window that happened to overlook the courtyard, where the auctions where held. I saw how the slaves reacted to the spells. I didn’t pay attention to the male slaves. It was the female slaves that went up for auction that caught my attention. The trainer’s would run their wand across the slave’s body. They wouldn’t even bring it close to the slave’s breasts or between her legs and she would be moaning.”

Hermione’s voice rose, “I was horrified! All this time of my trainer not touching me at all and I thought it was because even though we were considered nothing but slaves, that at least they had morals! I thought it was because I was still underage, because I wasn’t legally an adult in the wizarding world until I turned seventeen! That wasn’t it at all. It was a over a year of sensory deprivation so that my body would have no choice but to respond one day, even against my will, to anything touching my body. I felt hopeless, because there was nothing I could do about it. I watched those slaves respond to a smooth slender piece of wood. That was all they were being touched with when they found their release. I felt ashamed for them. I felt ashamed for myself. I didn’t fall asleep that night, because I spent it crying.”

Lucius sometime during her outburst began gently stroking her hair, trying to comfort her. He hoped and prayed it was working. Their girl needed healing, badly.

Hermione, done with her outburst, felt Lucius slowly stroking her hair. She remained still for just a moment, but then tried to move away again. This time he allowed it, but only because Pippin had just shown up with Hermione’s food.

Hermione saw Severus conjure a tray to place on her lap so Pippen could set her food there. Once the elf had given Hermione the food, he once again vanished with a pop.

Hermione stared at the food in front of her. She got fed at the camp, but the food tended to be stale and not very appetizing. This fare looked absolutely amazing. There was a steaming bowl of barley soup, a thick slice of buttered bread and a tall frothy glass of milk. There was even a piece of chocolate cake. She hadn’t had chocolate cake since before her eleventh birthday. No slaves ever received sweets.

She tried very hard to mind her manners, when all she wanted to do was stuff everything in her mouth and not worry about chewing. She wished the men would leave so she could eat in private, but they didn’t.

She picked up the spoon and took the first bite. It was delicious! Hermione finished the rest of her dinner as the men watched with caring eyes.
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