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To Kill A Swan	By : Dylan_Harper Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 25061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, the original story, or the Harry Potter fandom. This is a creation of my imagination and meant for fun alone, I do not make any money off of this. Any resemblance to real people or story lines is pure c

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-Mnemosyne

CHAPTER FOUR
What happened next, did so very quickly. Apparently what she had said had been what he was waiting for, because minutes later he was with her. Her Master had finally come to save her from death.
The light from the torch slid into her room, warming her bones as she had no idea they could. Hermione looked up and smiled when she saw Draco in the doorway.
“Master… You came… I didn’t think you would come for me… I thought I had lost you…”
Hermione watched as he walked over to her, roughly pulling her up to her feet. “I needed you to acknowledge that I am your Master, pet. I was waiting for you.”
Knowing that he had never left her made her even more ready for him. “Please Master, I need you…”
Her Master spun her around and pushed her roughly into the stone wall, the rough surface scratching her cheek. In seconds he was inside her, stretching her painfully. Pleasure coursed through her body, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Almost instantly she felt better, like a starving man finally eating the best meal of his life.
The wall continued to scratch her cheek from the rough thrusts of his hips and him pushing her against it. Hermione’s fingers dug against the wall, trying to find purchase so she could push back against him. The feeling of ecstasy surged through her system as she came hard on his cock, his thrusts getting harder and faster.
When her Master finally came inside her, her body was shuddering from all the pleasure. “Thank you, Master.”

Draco shuddered as he filled his pet with his cum, petting her hair. He bit at her neck and shoulders, continuing to grind until he was soft once more. He fixed his trousers after pulling out of her and lifted her into his arms, apparating them to his suite. The whole Manor was his, but only he was allowed in this part. Him, and his slave.
Draco took her into his large bathroom, setting her down on the edge of the large tub. He called an elf to him, stepping away from his slave.
“Elf, I want you to clean her, feed her and clothe her. Slave, when that is finished, go to my bed and wait for me there. I have some business to finish up.”

Hermione pouted as she watched her Master leave again. As the elf undressed her and started her bath, questions flooded her mind.
Why had he brought her up here? Was it because she had acknowledged him as her Master? Hermione slid into the hot water, shuddering as her muscles relaxed completely. Would he send her back to her cell after he was done with her? What was his plan for her?
Hermione laid back and relaxed as the elf cleaned her. Before the war, she would have refused to let the elf do anything, insisting that she could do it herself, but now she didn’t care. The elves had always resented her for trying to free them so why should she care now? They wanted to be abused and taken advantage of? She could do that.
When she was clean, Hermione took the proffered towel, wrapping it around her torso. It was strange being totally clean again for the first time since she had been taken. They had given her a rag every week to remove some of the grime, but she had never been able to truly clean herself. The towel was surprisingly soft against her skin as the elf brushed the tangles out of her hair. When she was finished, Hermione’s hair reached down to her middle back. Somehow, her hair had been able to grow while in captivity, even with the lack of nutrients she was getting.
The elf brought out what she assumed Draco had picked out for her to wear. It was a deep green silk negligee with black and silver lace covering the top and bottom, landing on the middle of her thigh. The silk felt incredible against her skin, which had been scrubbed and the hair removed in the bath. From the smell of the wash used, it was a potion, probably to permanently remove the excess body hair.
Hermione walked slowly to the bed, still a bit unsteady on her feet. She sat on the plush bed, hoping that her Master would decide to let her stay in the room with him. All of her fears that had bubbled to the surface when he had been waiting for her were slowly disappearing. He had said himself that he had just been waiting for her. He still wanted her. That was enough for her. Her Master would take care of the rest. Hermione knew now that to survive, she needed to put her faith and trust in her Master and he would not steer her wrong.
Hermione laid back on the bed and promptly fell asleep waiting for her Master to return.

When Draco returned to his suite, he found his slave asleep on the bed. He had to admit, she was gorgeous. The shade of emerald of her negligee matched her creamy skin perfectly and her soft hair billowed out behind her on his pillows. He grasped his wand in his pocket and silently cast a binding spell on her, the ties from the bed curtains wrapping around her wrists and ankles and spreading her wide for him to look at.
Draco waved his wand and a trunk appeared, opening to show many sexual toys and implements he planned on using on her. He grinned when she began to awake.

Hermione stirred, finding herself on her back and looking up at the ceiling of his four poster. She tried to move her arms but found she couldn’t, them being tied tightly. Before she would have panicked, trying to escape, but she knew her Master had something planned for her and stayed relaxed.
“Good pet, don’t be frightened. Before we begin, you need to know my rules. You will now and forevermore refer to me as ‘Master’ or ‘Master Draco’ depending on the situation. You will only speak when spoken to. As such, if I tell you to give me your feelings on something, you will tell me eagerly and honestly. Every day that you follow my rules and prove your worth, you will receive a beating and sexual pleasure. Every day I will introduce you to new experiences sexually and intellectually. I chose you as my slave, pet. I will take advantage of your knowledge as well as your body. If you displease me in any way, I will withhold your pain and pleasure. You know what that does to your body so I hope I will never have to do that to you. I will teach you how to open your heart and mind to the dark side of you we both know is there. You were the brightest witch of our age and as such, I know you studied the Dark Arts to understand them better. Now you will be able to do that freely. You will hone your skills in the Dark Arts and I will use that later on, for right now, we are going to get you healthy again. Do you understand, pet?”
Hermione nodded eagerly, “Yes, Master. Please, Master, give me more pain? I need you.” The more he had spoken of his rules, the more turned on she had gotten. How could anyone ever feel suffocated or cornered when he was giving her so much freedom? Yes, he was in control of her, but that control was giving her pleasure. Pleasure she had never thought was possible.
The ties around her wrists got tighter as he grinned at her response. “Your first lesson will be pain tolerance. I want to know where your line between pain and pleasure lies. Do you understand, pet?”
Hermione nodded, “Yes Master.”
Her Master flipped her onto her stomach with the swish of his wand, putting a pillow under her hips so her arse was in the air. Her wet pussy glistened in the light, the cool air of the night sending chills up her spine.
Hermione heard movement behind her, gasping when the first hit landed on her left arse cheek.
“You are to count the strikes allowed, pet, and then you are to thank me. Do you understand, pet?”
Hermione nodded eagerly, “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. Shall I count that as one, Master?”
Hermione moaned at his deep chuckle, “No, pet. This next strike shall be counted as one.”
She moaned when the second strike came, harder and against her right arse cheek. “One. Thank you, Master.”

Draco groaned as his pet moaned louder after each strike, calling out to him. He was hard as a rock, his strikes getting harder as the count got higher. After the 30^th strike, his pet was in a world few masochists saw. She was in so much pleasure, she was barely conscious. Aware enough to count quietly, but her mind was in another plane. Soon, the only counting he could hear was in her head.
Draco grinned, knowing that with the paddle, she had no pain threshold. He put the paddle down, needing to be inside his pet. He stripped, climbing onto the bed behind her. He used her juices to lubricate his cock, thrusting hard into her pink arse. The surprise brought her out of her reverie, causing her to cry out and moan at the same time.
He pounded into his pet’s arse, her cries sending him faster and faster to his release. He held off until she came, shooting his hot cum into her arse. He collapsed beside her, making the ties disappear. He knew without a doubt that he would never have to worry about her trying to escape, not after that.
The whisper that fell upon his ears then was filled with lust and satisfaction, “May I sleep with Master?”
Draco nodded, pulling her to his chest before pulling the covers over them. He felt his pet curl into him and yawn, whispering once more before she fell asleep. “Thank you, Master. For everything.”

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