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Welcome to the Dragon\'s layer	By : Sherlocked1971 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 11742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Not betaed. Could be a one shot or not.

"Head down, don't you dare look at me, you filthy Mudblood!" The voice boomed in front of her. Hermione quivered as the word Mudblood hit her eardrums. She tried to look up to the man before her, she dared, or rather she was curious. As the voice boomed, she also felt a sharp yank on the leash, the collar around her neck stung like hell. Hermione suppressed a yelp.

"Crawl over, bitch!" The voice thundered. Hermione felt a tug inside her stomach, bitch, Mudblood, it came down to that? Derogatory words, humiliating, degrading, showing her she was nothing. She shivered, she felt cold, goosebumps arose, her knees hurt as she kneeled. She felt many eyes trained on her exposed flesh.

Hermione moved forwards, she was on all fours, she crawled slowly, doing as she was instructed. She met with steps, she climbed them one at a time, the cold black marble scraping against her knees. She wanted to cry, her emotions ran havoc with her, she was here in the inner sanctum of the dungeons, she couldn't believe she was here in the presence of the Silver Prince. She kept her eyes lowered, didn't want to provoke, she didn't dare too, it would cost her dearly. She came to the top of the stairs, she saw boots, black shiny boots. He sat there, she heard his voice, she knew to whom it belonged. Him....

The feet moved around her slowly, sizing her up, assessing her flesh, she knew why she was down here in the Dungeons, it was where she would face her ordeal. Her fate would be sealed down here. Hermione glanced sideways, tried to be as inconspicuously as she could be, there were at least a few more women like her, tied to various objects, walls, bare like her. The man who stood there silently, clad in black uniforms, wearing the same black boots, except one, a woman, dressed in the same attire.

Hermione felt fingers digging in her skull as 'his' fingers entangled themselves in her hair. "You can look around when I say you can!" The voice scolded her. Hermione winced as pain flinched behind her eyes.

"You're my slave bitch, you can only do as I tell you, or there will be hell to pay, understood? Nod for yes! Shake for no!" The voice demanded.

Hermione nodded slowly, yes, she understood perfectly well! The voice got hold of her leash and she felt the collar tighten again, it was a slipknot collar, it scraped around her neck, her new owner tugged it to make her turn around, she knew every command, her former master trained her well.

"Master Zabini, thank you for training this one, she obey's her commands nicely!" The voice added silkily. "She shows some feistiness, but I'll guess you left that for me, huh!"

"Yes, Master Dragon, you're the only one who can erase those blemishes!" Blaise Zabini answered truthfully, Draco Malfoy was the one in charge for a reason.

"Now, let's see if she can take whatever comes her way, you tell me she's worthy?! Mmmm, we'll test her endurance, agility and above all her will too submit to one true master!" Draco chuckled at his own words.

A slap echoed against the walls as his hand met with her buttock.

Hermione closed her yes, a sharp sting waved through her arse. She stifled a cry. Fuck he was very harsh with her, that hurt, he treated her like a small child.

"That was for looking around!" He bellowed.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

"This because I feel like it!" Draco almost laughed. He watched her creamy arse flare up as he hit her a few times. Good, he liked that, he admired his handy work. Very rewarding. He liked how the Mudbloods arse cheek wobbled.

Hermione gritted her teeth, her knees hurt, her arse hurt and furthermore her ego was bruised. Malfoy was still that same awful git she slapped all those years ago. This was payback, she had no doubt about that, he enjoyed this too much.

Draco whipped her other arse cheek, he liked when things where nice and even.

When he finished slapping her he placed his palm on her right buttock, her skin burned against his hand, he slowly petted her, parting her butt crack, he kicked her legs apart. Did she make a sound of protest? Surely not! He waited before her traced her crack, the tight puckered skin, beckoning him, it was screaming for him, he could see that. He pressed his index finger against it, he met with resistance as he pushed through. "Oh, my!" He sighed. "What have we got here? A virgin anus! Nice, very nice indeed!" He pushed his finger up to his last knuckle, feeling her muscle protest and tighten around him. Draco looked down to his audience, Zabini stood there arms crossed in front of his chest, he looked rather pleased with himself, he provided Draco with another good Pet.

Hermione nearly lost it as she felt Draco's finger entered her unscathed ring. Her puss reacted, her folds presented her with lubricant. She started to pant as Draco moved his finger in and out, his other fingers found her cunt, he parted her lips and rubbed inside her, covering themselves with her cream.

Draco undid his zipper with his other hand, he retrieved his engorged member, slowly pulling his head from its foreskin, pre cum left his urethra. He knew where he'd stick it, he liked unmarked territory. He pushed another finger inside her back entrance, smearing her cream inside her intestines.

Hermione had trouble not to pull away from the fingers, she didn't want them inside her anus, it hurt as he stretched her, she heard him unzip, dreading his plans with her, anywhere but her anus. She didn't want it, she really didn't, she hated Zabini for not preparing her, she'd undergone so much, endured so many things, he forgot too mention that Draco liked to sodomise. She wanted too sob, but she didn't, she didn't want to show him her weakness.

Draco lowered himself, he pulled the leash, making Hermione arch her back, he rubbed his dick back and forth against her drenched slit, hitting her nub a few times.

Hermione's body reacted heavily, every time he touched her clit her stomach flipped. She tried not to moan, to no avail.

"That, feels good huh?! The Silver Prince rubbing his cock against the Golden Lionesses cunt, holding her leash, who's boss now huh?!" He snickered. He pulled back, he watched her cream glisten on his head, that was enough. He positioned his head against her sphincter and pushed slowly, watching her anus take his cock.

Hermione almost bit her lower lip, that hurt, her muscles burned, she knew this was the worst thing that could happen, she was aware it would be better id they spooned before he fucked her arse, this was as bad as it could be. She felt Draco push further and further, her muscle wanted him out, she drew blood inside her lip, she could taste something metallic inside her mouth.

Draco watched the magnificent creature below him, her auburn mane waving down her back, her tits dangling towards the floor, she was lean, well sculpted, she truly was a Lioness, taming the wrench would be a delight. He moved deeper and deeper, he could hear her stifling a hiss. Yes this hurt, he was well aware, he'd fuck her in a minute, making sure he'd ram his cock balls deep in her back channel, maybe he should request a mirror he wanted too see the grimace on her face, but doing so would give away how much he wanted her. He couldn't waver now, Blaise-fucking-Zabini was her first inside the Dungeons, it was how it worked. Zabini scouted, Malfoy ruled. It worked nicely up till this specimen presented its self. He was so happy Zabini conquered her, ultimately for him to command. He was deep inside her now, for all his minions to see, his slaves witnessed how he took what he wanted, without paying regard to what they were. Even the Golden Girl of the war, his to fuck. He Draco Malfoy, he had to suppress the urge, his dick urged him to cum now, her tight channel squeezing him , milking him. He brazed himself as he, pulled out , towering over her, he was vertically above her, he would slam back down into her, hitting her womb from the other side, he'd push down.

Hermione dreaded him retracting as he'd surely would crash down into her, Malfoy wouldn't play nice with her. "Fuuuuuuuuck" she heard herself scream as he started to pound into her, oh gods he must've teared her skin. He gave it as hard as he could, he pounded into her. Hermione heard herself wail, he hit her sweet spot over and over again from the other side of the wall, she became delirious with pleasure, she couldn't see straight. Her eyes shot across his audience, Malfoy's vassals and slaves looked at her awestruck. Hermione felt pleasure built inside her, as he fucked her mercilessly, something accumulated inside her womb? She wanted to pee, desperately. Suddenly something broke and water splashed down, as she released water she orgasmed, her legs gave way as she couldn't support herself. Her mind went numb, her head rested sideways against the cool marble. Her eyes glazed over, spit drooled from her mouth, she mumbled incoherently.

Draco watched Hermione slump down and away from him, he was so good at controlling his dick, the sudden loss of its warm sheath without cumming almost making him flaccid, but he didn't let him faze him, this was good enough, he stroked himself a few times and dumped his load on her buttocks. "That's it slut, you're not worthy, you'll have to beg me to finish inside you!" He sneered at her. He tucked himself inside his trousers and sat down on his seat. He'd watch other have sex now. He'd bring Hermione back to herself once the others have left.

Hermione lay there dazed and totally rutted out. "What for fucks sake happened to her.

Earlier that evening....

Hermione walked into Diagon Alley from the Leaky Cauldron, she flooed there from home. She greeted Hanna behind the bar and walked out. It was a cold rainy evening, it was getting darker an darker as she approached Knock Turn alley, somehow the street lights didn't shine as bright here or were sparsely scattered around, even the people frequenting this part of Wizarding London seemed darker. Hermione pulled the hood from her cloak down, trying to conceal her face from prying eyes. Her business here was her own, she was under public scrutiny as it was, being one of the Golden Trio. She tried to stay in the shadows a s much as possible. It becoming routine for her, every Friday evening she'd come this way, with Ginny or without, tonight she had to be on her own, they ordered her to make the walk alone. The walk of shame as it was. The thick cloak couldn't prevent cold touching her skin, she was bare legged underneath, forgoing stockings of trousers, wand in hand, clasping her robes tightly in front of her, the wind let the fabric bellow behind her as she walked.

Hermione almost reached her destination after walking what looked like hours, but were more closely to fifteen minutes. She found herself deeply in the heart of the Black Quarter. It was where HE resided. She saw a black castle like building against the dark sky, the moon shone fully lit behind it emphasising the eeriness of the structure. Hermione knocked the door stopper, it was a small dragon, it looked like it was asleep against the door, as soon as she touched it, it awakened and spit fire, it's red eyes burning as they sized her up. Hermione shifted uncomfortably, she didn't like to stand here waiting, anything could happen, she was unguarded. Normally she was accompanied by her safety guards, a special detail surrounded her twenty four seven. After the war it seemed there were still a couple of families dead set against a Muggle being in the upper Echelons of the Wizarding world, Hermione was the first Under Secretary of Wizarding and Muggle liaisons, she held a high post.

A small latch opened, she felt eyes, but didn't see them, it was shut again, The door stayed close. They were making her wait again, upping her anxiety, she once confessed she dreaded the wait outside the building, the confession uttered under great duress, she wouldn't have volunteered that bit of information lightly. She felt her toes inside her shoes, she wore towering high heels as ordered, her feet were killing her, it was cold and the walk longer then she would normally walk. Floo yes, apparate sometimes, Muggle transportation any time, but walking wasn't save, as her detail assured her, and here she was.

The door slowly swiping open opening into a small but dark vestibule. The house butler showed her in. She walked small steps up to a grander entrance. She as met with her usual handler, he was tall and dark his bare chest puffed out, his lower body dressed in leather pants and military boots, a smirk on his face, slyly glancing at her with his dark eyes: Blaise Zabini.

"Granger!" He held his hand out for her to take, which Hermione did. She hated being called Granger, which they knew, it was almost as bad as being called Mudblood, which they also called her. Blaise kissed her knuckles lightly as he brought her hand to his mouth. "Drop the robes!" He ordered her.

"Uh, here?" She looked around, she thought he would take her up to the room and let her take it off there.

"Granger!!" His voice sounded stern, he didn't like her to talk back to him, questioning his motives, which were rarely good anyway,mbut still she should do as he told her. "If you're not ready to follow commands then you'd be better be heading the other way and leave the building altogether!"

"No, I'm sorry Sir!" Hermione untied the ribbon at the top of her robes, she lowered her hood, revealing dark auburn curls. Hermione dropped her robes, they pooled around her feet. Hermione felt most uncomfortable, she stood there naked save from her heels, Blaise looked at her appreciative. He expressed before he liked her naked form, this was the first time she was naked under her robes.

"That's more like it Mudblood!" Blaise said as he stood closer to her, he graze her nipple with his knuckle, making it peak immediately.

Hermione bit her lower lip, she folded her hands behind her buttocks, arching her back, presenting her naked front, she stifled a moan as Blaise tweaked her nipple, twisting it, rolling it between his index and thumb. His other hand went between her legs, he stroked her lips. "Mmm, thats good Slut, you're bare, that's what HE likes a nice shaved pussy. He massaged her clit, slipping a finger in her hot slick slit, drawing juices instantly.

She was anxious he could tell, she walked here only covered by robes, wearing very uncomfortable high heels. He had her shadowed, making sure she wasn't followed or bothered, the House of Dragon took care of its females. She didn't know of course, their servants disillusioned themselves, anxiety was good, it was an arousing incentive for some, as it was in Hermione's case, the more uncomfortable, exposed naughty, the better she was prepared. She craved punishment for being a wanton slut as she'd put it once. He grabbed her jaw sideways, fingers digging into her skin, he licked her lips, he didn't kiss her he licked her. Letting her know she wasn't anything special, degrading her. He retracted his fingers and looked at them, nice and shiny, holding it in front of her head.

Hermione watched Blaise's fingers, she knew what to do, licking them clean, she felt sad as he pulled his skilled fingers from her puss, she wanted him to let her cum, she needed it desperately, she hadn't cum in weeks, not after that first introduction in this house, Ginny brought her here. Blaise fingered her, making her cum hard, after that fateful night she had been denied her orgasm, The other nights she wasn't allowed to cum, the Grandmaster claimed her as His, Blaise prepared her too suit HIM.

Blaise hooked a leash on her collar, he presented her this a week ago, she had it glamoured it looked like thick silver necklace, Blaise told her that was fine as long as it stayed put. Blaise held his arm out for Hermione, leading her into the main hall, there were more patrons in there, all in some state of undress, busy fucking each others brains out, pausing as they saw Hermione making an entrance on Blaise's arm. he took her to the main stage, parading her, showing the others she had been chosen to serve the Master Dragon, most of them never got near HIM, male and female alike, he had no preferences regarding genders when he wanted someone, he simply took.

Hermione hated this, she could not be paraded around like this, she had statue, she was nevertheless aware anyone setting foot in here had to vow not to speak what went on inside, even when they wanted they couldn't as their oath was magically sealed. Hermione felt her puss drench, her nipples tightened, she wanted to be degraded, 'why for fuck's sake' was beyond her.

He walked her towards a black door, a Silver Dragon and Serpent intertwined beautifully embossed in the wood, depicting an entrance for higher staff. Blaise opened it by resting his palm against it, it slowly swung to the inside, revealing a black painted spiral stone stair, it lead down wards. Blaise lead the way, Hermione followed. The stairs took them deep into the belly of the Mansion.

This could be a multichapter if you want......let me know....
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