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A Spark of Dark	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 55033 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Her disorientation at being so wound up on lust made her easy to maneuver. It was a simple matter to get her to the dungeon Harry shared with his friends. It wasn’t safe to keep a place like this under his own name, and Draco’s manor was constantly being watched for dark spells and anything suspicious. So the three friends pooled their resources and made a place to play privately. Since Blaise was the only one who didn’t have such public ties to dark or light the flat was in his name.

When Harry got there with his prize, he found the other two had already brought back pets of their own. Draco sat near a fire with his feet propped up on a pretty little blonde. Blaise was leading twins into one of the more private bedrooms.

“How did she like the drink?” Draco asked taking a sip as he ignored the nude woman his feet were resting on.

“Pet? Are you enjoying your high?” Harry asked the dazed woman in his arms.

“It’s torture.” She gasped looking around at the room with sudden interest. It was a large space with toys hung on what seemed like every wall, with chains, cuffs, and bars hanging from what was left. “What is this place?” She asked as Harry led her over to a large pillar in the center of the area.

“Our playroom.” Harry told her as he lifted her arms over her head and tied them to the column in a set of wool-lined cuffs.

Draco moved his chair and the girl he had with him so that he could sit comfortably as he watched Harry play.

“Harry I don’t want him here.” Hermione gasped looking away from Draco. A large part of her was enjoying this newly discovered side of Harry that commanded and controlled her, but she didn’t know if she could take the humiliation of showing what she really wanted to a man like Draco Malfoy.

Harry quickly shifted her so that she was facing the post and lifted her skirt to place a hard smack on her upper thigh. He spanked her again and again until her struggling died away and she hung limp from the cuffs.

“What did you do wrong?”

“I didn’t call you Master.” She said as both her face and arse glowed red.

“Are you going to make that mistake again?” He asked running his hand over her covered red bottom.

“Honestly? I probably will Master Stag.” She said pushing her butt back into his hand, Draco forgotten for the moment.

“Maybe I should get something that will leave more of an impression on you?” He asked amused at how she pressed back against him.

Her breath deepened at his suggestion. “Maybe you should.” She said playfully.

Harry shook his head and grinned. He pulled away to go find a new implement for her discipline and left her looking directly at a grinning Draco Malfoy.

“You drugged me.” She said resting her head against her arms.

“You’re enjoying every moment of it.” He said with a satisfied grin.

“It could get you in deep trouble with your history.” She said starting to tremble again now that she had nothing to distracting her from the pleasure.

“I feel safe that you won’t be saying anything after tonight.” He said casually. “After tonight you’ll belong to him.”

She felt her body react to his words, her core grasping around nothing, as she wanted it to be true.

“You’re already halfway gone.” He continued as he set his drink aside.

“I’m drugged, once my head clears…” She started to explain when she could feel Harry’s heat move up behind her.

“Do you want your head to clear pet?” He asked before she could feel the back of her dress as he unzipped it slowly. “I think you’ve had too much thinking in your life. I’m going to help it go away.”

His words made her whole body jerk as if she was again on the very edge of pleasure just about to fall off. When the peak didn’t come, she whimpered as it was becoming almost painful to continue this state.

He cut her sleeves with a clean slicing charm and let her dress flutter to the ground. “Please Master?” She begged not wishing Draco to see and make fun of the imperfections in her body.

He moved up behind her so she’d be able to feel his bare chest against the skin of her back. “Do you need a gag or can we continue your punishment?” Harry asked as he took her hair and twisted it out of his way.

“I don’t want him here.” She gasped shaking her head before glancing at the girl Draco was with. She was young and spotless from her life. She didn’t want to be compared to such a creature.

She watched as Draco let the girl undo his slacks drinking again while the unknown girl retrieved his cock.

Harry looked over at Draco as well, he saw the man ignoring his own pet as he kept his eyes on Harry’s beautiful slave.

He laughed and shook his head. “He’s enjoying the show too much to send him away.” He said as he pushed her white knickers out of his way. He only pushed them off her arse, leaving them to frame the globes just where bottom meets thigh.

“Much obliged mate.” Draco said with wicked grin.

Hermione shook her head as she felt Harry step back and hid her face between her arms. “He’s just going to make fun of me.” She said before the first blow to her arse landed.

Her eyes went wide as she felt the sting of leather on her already reddened skin. The one hit brought her focus completely and sharply back to Harry. When the second and third fell she whimpered and jerked wondering what he had gotten to use on her.

“What is my name pet?” Harry asked as he ran a soothing hand over the marks he’d made.

“Master Stag.” She told him breathlessly. “What did you get?” She asked unable to keep herself from moaning at the feel of his hand.

“That’s the kiss of the crop.” He told her before stepping back again.

Harry hit her six times in quick succession and Hermione couldn’t help but notice the whistle before new cutting heat bloomed on her bottom.

“What is my name pet?” He asked again as fingers trailed the path of magma he was forming on her arse.

“Master Stag.” She gasped as she pushed back against his hand. “Fuck!” She gasped knowing this too could have made her come, if he would let her.

“Quite a little painslut you’ve got there Stag.” Draco commented casually. “I think she’s frightening my whore.”

“Please Master?” Hermione begged as he stepped back for another round. This time it was twelve and by the time he was done, she was barely keeping her feet. She leaned heavily on the post glad to have it as she wondered if she had any buttocks left.

“What is my name pet?” Harry asked for a third time and Hermione didn’t understand what she was doing wrong.

“What do you want it to be Master?” She asked, her question getting a chuckle from both Harry and Draco.

Harry turned her around so that her back was once again against the post, her arse screamed as it brushed the pillar. He pulled her breasts from the cups of her bar without removing it.

“I am Master Stag. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll think of me as Master Stag.” He told her as he pushed her hips so he arse flamed to new life. She hadn’t noticed how rough the column was until Harry ground her abused rear against it.

“Too much!” She gasped, as the feeling was both painful and sent new waves of pleasure all through her body. “Please too much!”

“What is my name?” Harry asked as if it was the first time.

“Master stag masterstagmasterstag!” She gasped getting more and more desperate.

Harry ravaged her mouth as she twitched in pain and desire. He delivered the antidote to the potion in the kiss so she wouldn’t know how her released had finally come.

Her vision went white as her whole being was overloaded with completion. She had never felt anything like it in her life and all she knew was Master Stag had given her this gift.

As her vision ever so slowly cleared, all she was aware of was the deep and quick pace of her own breathing. She blinked and looked around to find Harry standing over her. He lifted her chin and smiled down at her in the most pleased way that she couldn’t help but glow with pride.

“Did you enjoy your ride pet?” He asked stroking the side of her cheek. She couldn’t help but nod, unable to find her voice just yet. “You should thank Dragon for helping you to achieve it.” he told her and turned her head to see Draco’s eyes burning into her as he held the head of the girl against his crotch.

She swallowed and looked down at herself to shake her head. “I can’t.” She told him softly.

Harry lifted her chin and looked deeply into her eyes. “Why are you being so rude pet?” He asked with a deep frown.

“That’s Draco Malfoy. The man who tortured me all through school.” She felt it odd she had to remind Harry about this simple fact.

“You’re afraid of him?” Harry asked with a grin.

She shook her head blushing as Harry hit the cord of why she was so upset.

“Dragon, my little pet is afraid of what you’re going to do after seeing her like this.” Harry said taking a step back.

“Besides wank?” Draco asked pulling the other girl’s head away to show his hardened shaft.

“Could you tell her what you’d want to do to her?” Harry asked in a polite tone.

“If you would let me?” Draco asked thoughtfully. “If she were mine I’d bend her over the horse and fuck her until I came all over that red arse of hers.” He explained as he fisted his own shaft. “Then I’d let her know what a good little mudslut she was and go get a shower.”

Hermione’s face turned bright red as her old enemy described an old fantasy of hers. She wondered if he had somehow picked it out of her brain.

“Would you like him to do that to you my pet?” Harry asked before his lips found one of her nipples.

Hermione gasped and shook her head unable to admit that Draco’s words excited her.

“Are you lying to me or yourself pet?” Harry pressed as he nipped at her breast to get her back into a frenzied state.

“He was horrible to me!” She whimpered and shook. “I’m just a warm hole to him.” She panted as she felt Harry’s fingers move between her legs.

“That is just a warm hole to him.” He said making Hermione look at Draco and his pet again. He was fucking her face now, letting her do nothing but jerk, as his cock invaded her mouth and throat again and again. “You would be a worthy conquest.”

“Fuck!” She gasped as Harry thrust a finger into her core. He’d made her so tight earlier that even as wet she was she felt every inch of the digit.

“I’m going to ask you again. Are you lying to me or to yourself?” He asked twist his finger inside of her.

“I don’t want to say.” She whimpered shaking her head, still unable to admit such a humiliating thing aloud.

“Have you ever played with yourself to thoughts of Draco using you for his pleasure?” Harry pressed, his thumb moving against her sensitive little nub.

“Please don’t make me Master.” She whimpered as she tried to press against his hand.

“That is answer enough.” He said pulling away to leave her alone and empty.

A moment later she heard the whistle and felt the sting as the crop came crashing down just below her nipple.

She screamed as the skin of her breast was much more sensitive that her arse.

“The punishment for lying to your Master is severe.” He told her before giving her a strike on the other breast.

“No please Master… No I can’t…” She gasped trying to pull away from his strikes.

He rained strikes down on her breasts, careful never to hit the bundle of nerves in the center. By the time he was done, she was a whimpering mess hanging limply from her cuffs.

“Apologize.” Harry ordered firmly.

“I’m sorry Master.” She said as she wondered if she had any skin left on her breasts.

“Wow.” She heard Draco say sounding impressed. “I can’t believe she isn’t yelling at you right now.”

“She wants to be a good pet, don’t you Hermione?” Harry asked lifting her chin so he could look down into her amber eyes.

“I do.” She said feeling more sure of that than she had all night. The punishment had been painful and horrible, but at the same time, it had been wonderful and cleansing. She couldn’t really understand it at the moment, but she liked the freedom of it. If her brain had been working like usual she would have started to think about books and how they had tried to describe the peace of submitting, but at this moment she couldn’t think of anything more than the peace of her moment.

“Good girl.” Harry purred softly petting her cheek. “Such a very good girl.” He added as he helped her to stand once again. He dried her cheeks and cleaned the sweat off her brow.

“Thank you Master.” She told him weakly wondering if she would ever feel normal again.
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