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Junkies	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 134120 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 20
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise. JK Rowling does. I make no money doing this. I just do it to keep the plot bunnies from strangling me at night.

Chapter List
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“Oh come on,” Draco whined. “We would have never gotten that much information from him if we hadn’t sucked him off.”
“Not to mention the fact that he let us use the floo at the reserve,” Hermione added. “We endeared ourselves to him.”
Snape raised a brow and both teens quickly ducked their heads. He sniffed and made the candles in the room burn higher. “I did not say it wasn’t resourceful. In fact, I admire the Slytherin approach. However, you are mine and we did discuss this. I said I would allow it but you would still be punished. You brought this on yourselves. You also managed to get caught by a fucking cockroach of all things.”
“I wish I’d stomped her when I had the chance,” Hermione growled.
“In retrospect,” Draco cut in. “I should have left your hands unbound so you could hurt her.”
Snape chuckled. “You may still have your chance, my pets.”
“Come again?” Draco whispered.
Snape chuckled. “Punishment first. Strip. Both of you.”
They shivered at the order and quickly peeled away their clothing, neatly folding it and setting it in the wardrobe. The started to kneel but were stayed by Snape raising a hand. He quickly shucked his robes, leaving him in shirt sleeves and trousers. He conjured a cushioned stool and studied them. They both examined the ground, intent not to make eye contact.
Snape drew his finger to his lips, running the tips over his teeth as he contemplated his next move. Hermione was having a hard time controlling the shivering in her body. She was terrified and strangely turned on. She was no stranger to pain, but in conjunction with pleasure, she’d never been higher. What would Snape have in store for them?
“Hermione first,” Snape said after several agonizing minutes. “Her lips touched Weasley’s cock, and therefore, warrants the first licks. However, Draco was not innocent. So…”
Draco gasped and went rigid as Snape conjured an odd set of stocks. It had holes for his head and arms but instead of a support pole in the middle, this one had one on each end and a small padded bench with shackles. Snape walked over and lifted the top half of the stocks.
“Come, pet.”
Draco gulped and nearly stumbled over, his eyes widening and his nostrils flaring at his fear increased. Snape helped him to kneel on the padded bench. Then he gently took the gold collar off, replacing it with the thick leather one he’d taken earlier in the week. He bent Draco at the waist and guided his head into the larger hole, his wrists in the other two. He closed and locked it, caressing Draco’s back for a moment to settle him. Even Hermione could see how rattled he was. She hated Lucius more in that moment than she ever had, at that was saying something. Snape said nothing and buckled Draco’s legs into the shackles before crossing the room and sitting down on the stool.
“Now you,” Snape said, his eyes locking on hers.
She let out a shaky breath and nodded, tripping a few times over her own feet. Her thighs were already slick with arousal and she trembled so badly she could barely function. She knelt before him, keeping her eyes downward. She’d enjoyed sucking Charlie off, and that was probably another factor in her going first. But she’d do it again in a heartbeat so she had to undergo this. Besides, she had a feeling that it wouldn’t be too horrible.
Snape unsnapped her collar and replaced it with her leather one. She gasped when it buckled a bit too tightly, restricting her breathing just enough to where she was conscious of each breath and the fact that he controlled it. It reminded her of the time in the forest with Draco. Had it only been a few weeks? It seemed like a lifetime ago.
She was snapped out of her memories when Snape maneuvered her around to his side facing

Draco. He pulled her up and laid her across his lap. The rough wool of his trousers scraped against her sensitive skin, making her shiver. He caressed her back for a few moments, making her involuntarily relax under his ministrations.
The first blow struck her right across the middle of her arse, grazing both cheeks with a sting she hadn’t ever experienced before. It was like he’d hit her at high speed. It took her a second to remember she was being spanked by a vampire. Of course he would hit her at high speed. That made it worse, coupled by the fact that he hadn’t said a word. The sting without the dull thud made her spine protest, her skin tingle, and sent a pleasurable ripple to her core.
The second blow was fully over the right cheek, making her gasp and whimper. The third was over the left, increasing her pain and the pleasure that was slowly building. Snape rubbed over her arse, inspecting his work, no doubt experimenting with the amount of force and pressure he used. Vampires were unbelievably strong. He could break her in half if he wished. That thought made her shudder. A second later, Snape let loose, blows raining down hard and fast. Each one felt like the sting of a whip, only covering more surface area.
The pain was indescribable, like being burned with fire while sitting on a bed of nails. The sounds of the blows melded together to sound like some sort of muggle automatic firearm or a Weasleys Wizard Wheezes firecracker assembly. She couldn’t even catch her breath to cry out. All she could do was hold on and try not to brace. Tears fell freely from her eyes as the assault continued.
As suddenly as it started, it stopped. She let out a wail that sounded strangely like a mermaid. Cold hands brushed against her arse making the pain ripple through her entire body. And yet, she was still incredibly turned on. The gentleness of the caress coupled by the pain of the blows had her on the brink. His hand slid further down her arse and in between her legs, sliding through the thick arousal there. She moaned and wriggled around, trying to get him to touch a little harder, something, anything but the maddening feather light touches to her nether lips.
“You are not allowed to come, pet,” Snape said smoothly, pulling away despite her protests. “This is punishment, not reward.”
She fought back more tears as he pulled her up and made her kneel before him. “But you already spanked me Master.”
“Can you still walk?” Snape asked.
She frowned. “Yes Master.”
“Then punishment is not over,” he said, his eyes glinting with enjoyment at her predicament. “Trade places with Draco.”
She accepted his offered hand and rose on shaky legs, stumbling across the room to where Draco was. His cock was engorged, red and leaking with arousal, and he looked to be in a fair amount of discomfort. She grimaced when she knelt again, waiting for Snape to release him. Her arse felt like fire had been set upon it, though every step was like a tweak straight to her clit. Punishment would be the only proper name for it.
Draco stood with a muted groan, turning his neck side to side to work out the kinks in it. Snape motioned for him to kneel and her to rise, which she did, albeit very slowly. She took a deep breath and knelt on the bench where Draco had. His knees had made two dents in the cushion, but he was so much taller that they were quite far apart. Her own knees fit inside, which gave her some sort of sick pleasure from the thought. She had to be the most fucked up person alive.
“I think it’s rather arousing,” Snape murmured as he guided her head to the main hole. “You like to be in between Draco’s legs. Would you find the same pleasure from such a simple act if it were my knees that had made the indention?”
She whimpered at the thought. Yes, it would give her the same since of pleasure, only it was wrong. Snape was too dominant to be placed in stocks. It went against everything she knew about him.
“I’m glad you think so,” Snape whispered, smirking at Draco’s confused look. “Hermione believes it isn’t my place to be subdued in the stocks. What do you think Draco?”
Draco shuddered, and not from pleasure. “If I never see you in them again, it’ll still be too soon, Master.”
Hermione gasped. “You’ve been in them before?”
Snape hummed in the affirmative. “Let’s just say that for all the revulsion the Dark Lord had for muggles, he took immense pleasure in their torture devices. The stocks were his favorite, magically enhanced of course. They bound one’s magic, making it impossible for them to escape and easier for the others to torture how they saw fit. I’ve only earned them one time, for defying his orders and taking the burden of Draco’s task away from him.”
“I didn’t deserve it,” Draco whispered.
“Your soul is intact,” Snape said sharply. “Everyone deserves that.”
“Then you didn’t deserve it,” Draco said petulantly. “It made me sick to see you like that. I… I cost you your soul.”
Snape frowned. “Is that why you agreed to become my slave?”
Draco shrugged. “It was one of many factors.”
Snape huffed and locked Hermione into the stocks before quite literally dragging Draco to the stool by his ear. “The dispatch of Albus was granting the last wish of a friend rather than a cruel severing of a life force that didn’t wish to be exterminated. That is not to say that it didn’t darken my soul, but it remains whole. At least, it feels like it. No one has taken up the study of vampire souls.”
“Can we?” Hermione whispered.
“Can you what?” Snape asked, pulling Draco into his lap and kneading his arse.
“Study you for evidence of your soul,” she said, her eyes unfocused at the thought. “I’d say you still have one, Master.”
“And why would you think that?”
“You’re Dark, Master. Very much so. But there is compassion there as well.”
“Why would you say that?”
“Vampires need companions,” she said, working it out in her head. “You were quite eager for us, though you tried to hide it. The Dark Lord’s soul was so fractured that he wouldn’t have given a fuck if all of his Death Eaters fell down dead.”
“He was that way long before he ripped his soul apart,” Snape said softly, his eyes distant.
“You helped us before we even agreed,” she continued. “Meaning that you cared enough about our wellbeing that you did so without reward. You’ve offered us your blood. You’ve offered us a future. Why, if being your slave means we must obey? Why, if you could just order us to obey? Why not use that power?”
Snape frowned. “And your conclusion?”
“You’re still a good man, Master. You still have compassion and the capacity for emotions beyond hatred and lust. No one without a soul could say that. Even Ferdinand has a soul. The two children we know about were sought out only during the worst time in their lives. I know you don’t think of it as a gift, but he allowed you to live… well, a modification of that. But you can accomplish your goals, live your dreams now. Would you even care if you didn’t have a soul?”
Snape nodded and looked down on Draco. “Then I still have one. But confirmation of this does not warrant an escape from punishment. You’ve both touched another person besides me, perhaps in necessity, but it is still a breach of being a slave. You only touch those I expressly order you to. I was a very possessive man and as a vampire, I am more so. Therefore…”
Draco cried out as the first blow landed the same place Hermione’s had. She watched with morbid fascination as Snape delivered the same sort of blows to Draco’s arse. His hand blurred in the air and Draco’s pale arse started to glow crimson from the treatment. No wonder Draco had been in such a state when Snape pulled him out of the stocks. She was so turned on that her juices were running down her legs and starting to pool, making the cushion slick.
Draco was in the same state she was, eyes glazed in pain and pleasure, unable to move or speak, merely hold on for the ride. As abruptly as it started, it stopped. Draco gave a pitiful moan and starting rutting against Snape’s trousers as the vampire roughly kneaded his cheeks. Hermione shifted and licked her lips. She knew the face Draco was making. He was close, on the very edge.
“No,” Snape growled, pulling Draco up and snapping a cock ring onto his weeping member before he could go over. “You will not come.”
Draco let out a terrible wail and slumped on the floor, his hips thrusting up into nothing on instinct. He was almost as far gone as he could get. She felt sort of sorry for him, knowing exactly how he had felt. At least she’d gotten a clearer head during their talk about souls. She had a feeling that Draco wouldn’t get such a break. Snape was angry at Draco, no doubt for factoring his soul into their agreement. It was news to her too, but she knew he had his own reasons.
“Now,” Snape drawled, standing to his full height and rolling up his sleeves. “We can get to your punishment.”
“What did you call that?” Draco croaked.
“A reminder to never kiss another person without my permission again.”
“What?” Hermione squeaked.
Snape smirked. “You didn’t think I’d let you both off with that paltry spanking did you?”
Hermione slumped in the stocks. They were uncomfortable and the slick cushion made it painful, her legs sliding and straining to keep her up so she wouldn’t choke. Her wrists were sore from balancing and her back ached. Her arse still felt like she’d backed up into a fireplace. And that was just the beginning.
“Are we to be punished for each incrimination?” Draco asked softly, his eyes wet with frustration.
Snape nodded. “The spanking was for kissing Weasley. “But you did more, did you not? You undressed him, caressed his flesh with your hands. That warrants another punishment.”
Snape took his time unlocking Hermione. Then he did something he’d never done before. He attached leashes to both of their collars and made them crawl. They went down the stairs, which was horribly uncomfortable, degrading, and unfortunately, arousing. Draco hissed each time his cock slapped his stomach or brushed the edge of the stairs. Hermione was trying not to rub her legs together. She’d done it in the hallway and earned a snap on the collar and a light burn in her groin for the effort.
After several agonizing minutes, they were in his basement. The smell of potions was thick and steam billowed around the room. Snape paid it no mind, instead yanking them up and gently pushing them into the wall, back facing the stones. They both cried out in shock at the coldness seeping in and the rough texture against their smarting backsides. He shackled their wrists above them and stepped back to admire his handiwork.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, caressing their shoulders and ribs, their abdomens and hips, but never in the places they wanted most. “I am feeling a bit peckish, I must admit.”
Hermione couldn’t help the way her eyes lit up. Biting meant pleasure, a sweet moment to disperse the ache she felt inside. Snape smirked and unbuttoned his trousers, sliding his cock free. She zeroed in on it, unconsciously licking her lips. It really was magnificent, quite large and thick. It filled her perfectly.
Snape stepped up and grabbed her legs, placing them around his waist. She cried out at the sharp jerk her wrists took and then quieted down when Snape brushed the hair from her neck. He chuckled at the way she cocked her head, allowing him better access. Then he licked her neck and she didn’t care about the pain anymore. She wanted the bite.
“So eager,” Snape purred. “But this is punishment, my pet. You are still not allowed to come.”
Her mouth flew open to protest but her words died on her tongue as Snape slid inside with one brutal thrust. Her muscles burned at the unprepared entry and strained to adjust but he didn’t give her time. He started a brisk pace, mercilessly taking her. Her arse banged against the wall, causing little white sparks of pain to burst in her vision. Then he bit, and a feeling of absolute euphoria flew through her body. It was over too soon. Snape had slid his fangs out and was merely taking pulls at her neck instead of using his fangs to suck the blood. It was painful and yet it still felt amazing. She couldn’t reconcile the two, especially with the way his cock plowed into her. She felt herself back on the edge, ready to fall when Snape came with a roar and a sharp snap of his hips.
She cried out in frustration when he pulled back, blood still staining his lips. He smirked at her and kissed her so hard that she split her lip. It stung but the horrible ache in her lower region was what she couldn’t bear. He pulled out, his come sliding down her legs as she weakly tried to thrust her hips and keep him in. She hated edging. And the bastard knew it. He smirked again and let her legs fall.
“That was delicious,” he purred, wiping the tears falling from her eyes and licking them off his fingers. “And the best part about being a vampire… is that I don’t have to wait to recover.”
She gasped and looked down, seeing that he was indeed still hard and pulsing. Draco’s eyes went wide as Snape jerked Draco’s legs up and around his waist. She couldn’t help the softening of her heart when she heard Snape mutter a spell to clean and lubricate Draco’s arse. He might have been punishing him, but he refused to become Lucius. Then she bit her lip and watched as Draco succumbed to Snape’s caresses and leaned his head over for better access.
Snape thrust inside, making Draco cry out in pain and shock. He immediately sank his fangs into Draco’s neck, easing the pain as he thrust a few times, loosening Draco enough to keep from causing him serious pain. Then he pulled his fangs out and sucked, just like he’d done to Hermione. Draco’s face screwed up in pain but the quick hard thrusts were quickly making him pant. His cheeks flushed despite the loss of blood and she could tell he was close. Just before Draco went over, Snape stiffened and came with a feral growl. Draco bucked frantically but Snape slid out before he could get anymore friction. The cock ring wasn’t helping things either. His poor cock was almost purple with arousal and she had a feeling that this was far from over.
Snape licked his lips, his eyes flaring indigo as he put himself away. “That was most delightful. However, we’re still not finished. You were inside Weasley, weren’t you, Draco?”
“Yes, Master,” Draco croaked.
Snape turned to Hermione, his eyes flaring again. “And he was inside you, wasn’t he, Hermione?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered softly.
Snape nodded. “Yes, and who do your bodies belong to?”
“You, Master,” they answered quietly.
“And who is allowed the pleasure to be in them?”
“Only you, Master,” they said in unison.
“Before this night is through, you will only remember my touch, my body. I’ll be seared inside and you’ll be unable to even look at another without my permission.”
The shuddered as he walked across the room and gathered several wax candles in assorted colors and a braided whip. This was going to be a very long night.

AN: You guys knew I wouldn't be able to fit such an epic punishment into one chapter. But I did have a delimma and a long fight with myself over this chapter. I might not be able to post the next one for a few weeks and I argued back and forth with myself to post this now or wait. I ultimately decided to post now because a little bit is better than nada. I hope you approve. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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