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Chapter 3: Sex-Palace
'Listen, I don't know what Snape told you, but this isn't a home for orphans,' Ginger said. 'This is a sex palace.'
Hermione's jaw dropped as she stared at Ginger. 'What the hell?' she spat. 'He lured me into a fucking brothel? No way. I'm outta here.' She made a move for the door, but Ginger cocked her head at Brynn, who leaped up and pulled Hermione back.
'You can't go now,' Ginger told her. 'Once you come in, you never go out . . . unless you're bought.'
'Bought?' Hermione asked, shaking Brynn off.
'Damn, you have a lot to learn,' Ginger sighed. 'Come here, and let me explain everything. This place called Snape's Sex Palace, but we insiders call it a cathouse, or a brothel. Snape, the dick who runs the place, lures street urchins off the street and into here. Then he trains them to be little sex bitches. The girls who are already trained are shown off for men or women to buy them. Or they can be rented for a night, two nights, a week. Rented for things prostitutes do. We -' indicating herself, Brynn, and the spot that Honey had vacated - 'are all from the streets. He's training us up to be nice, submissive sluts.'
'How long have you been here?' Hermione asked.
'I've been here eight months,' Ginger said. 'Brynn five, and Honey only two. Brynn and Honey are nearly finished - they're nice and submissive, but I'm a tough one.' Footsteps sounded in the hallway, and Honey reappeared.
'Here.' She shoved a bundle of clothes at Hermione, and reclaimed her spot besides Brynn.
'Right now there's 16 trainees, including you, and 13 pros.'
'Pros?'
'Prostitutes,' Ginger explained. 'The current trainees are divided into 4 rooms. We have too much extra space,' she said before Hermione could ask about all the extra rooms. 'Once upon a time, every room was filled. Now we normally only fill 4 rooms. Did you pick up her collar?' Ginger asked Honey all of a sudden.
'Yeah, here,' Honey said, plucking it from the bundle Hermione still held. Ginger took it from Honey and showed it to Hermione.
'This is your collar,' she said. 'It marks which room, or group of trainees you belong to. So if you get punished, everyone wearing a collar like yours is punished, for the most part. Don't screw up,' Ginger said sternly. 'Honey, put this on her.' Honey got up obediently and took the collar from Ginger. It was black and studded with little white stones all around. In the middle sat a large green stone, and that part was settled on the front of Hermione's neck. On the back was a metal ring.
'The emerald is the symbol of our room,' Honey said, pushing Hermione's hair back and reaching around her neck to fasten the collar. 'We're the Emerald Group, the Emerald Bitches. Then you've got the Ruby Group, the Sapphire Group, and the Topaz Group. Among all the trainees, we're privately known as the Ruby Cunts, the Sapphire Sluts, and the Topaz Pussies. So we got a nice nickname. There.' Honey stepped back. 'Don't ever take it off,' she warned.
'I won't,' Hermione promised.
'Now, Brynn, help her into her play clothes, then I'll take her to meet the other girls,' Ginger said. Brynn got off the bed and took the clothes from Hermione. She dumped them on another bed, sorting them. Hermione took that time to really look at the room. At the far back was a sofa. There was one closet, next to the sofa. Then there were four bunks: directly across from each other, two on top, two on the bottom.
'This is my bed,' Ginger explained, knocking her fist on the bunk above her. 'This is Honey's.' She patted the bed she sat on. 'Brynn has the one where she's sorting your clothes, so you're on top, across from me. Brynn, you almost done?' Ginger asked.
'It's a lot of clothes,' Brynn snapped. But she turned back to Hermione a second later. 'Clothes off,' she directed. Hermione's eyes widened.
'What?'
'Take your clothes off,' Brynn repeated.
'Oh, come off it, this place is all about sex. We see each other naked, or half naked all the time. Brynn and I even got off on each other once,' Ginger said matter-of-factly.
'Why?' Hermione asked, pulling a horrified face as she began slowly pulling her clothes off.
'Snape's amusement,' Brynn said. 'I'll take these,' - she grabbed Hermione's discarded clothes - ' and you take these.' Hermione stared at the clothes that had been shoved in her hands.
'These are really kinky,' she said, blushing as she said that word. 'And gross. Why - ?'
'Snape's amusement,' Ginger answered. 'He gets a turn-on from seeing us in these outfits. We have three - this one, then another one even worse for play weekends, and we have one pair of normal clothes for when we don't have training. And, of course, Snape has other outfits ready for when he wants to see us in a different color or something.' Brynn helped Hermione into the black clothes: the bottom half was a narrow pair of knickers, held closed by two ties on the hips. The top half was practically a more revealing sports bra, with an intricate back. Fishnet stockings finished it up.
'On play weekends, our outfits are the color of our group. So our outfits are dark green. Ruby's are red, and so on and so forth. You'll receive a pair of shoes for play weekend too, coincedentally dark green shoes.'
'What are play weekends?' Hermione asked. She settled herself cautiously on the edge of Brynn's bed.
'Play weekends happen every weekends. They're basically parties, and Snape invites all of his friends or just random men from everywhere. They can use us how they wish - they can strip us naked and fuck us, they can masturbate to us engaging in oral sex, and of course, Snape has sex toys they can use on us. There's really no limit on what they can do with us.' Hermione seriously wished that Ginger would stop speaking so frankly about sex, it was getting uncomfortable.
'Well, we've got maybe 20 minutes until we turn you over to Snape,' Ginger commented, stretching her long legs languidly. 'I'll take you to meet the other trainees, then I'll drop you at the playroom. Don't be afraid to act with them how you act with us, they're really quite nice. Come on.'
'Bye,' Hermione said to Brynn and Honey, who waved as Ginger led her out.
'We'll drop by the Sluts first, then the Pussies, then the Cunts. I think they're all in,' Ginger said. She crossed the hall and banged on the door. 'Open up, Sluts!' she shouted. 'We've got a newbie and she's due in the playroom in twenty!'
By the time they left the room in which the inhabitants were called the Ruby Cunts, Hermione's head was swirling with all the names she had learned. From Ruby there had been Amethyst, Iris, Carlotta and Dixie. In Topaz there was Dawn, Karmel, Amber and Azalea. And from the Sapphire Group, the girls were called Pearl, Cherry, Daisy, and Ebony. They were all very nice people, like Ginger said, but a bit strange. That was to be expected, however, given the situation they were in.
'I'm taking you to the playroom now,' Ginger said. 'It's where most training sessions are held. I'll drop you off and pick you up the first few days, but after that, you're on your own.' She pushed open a door. 'Come in. I'll take that.' She snatched the cloak, a gift from Daisy, off Hermione's shoulders.
'Into the middle of the room, on your knees,' she ordered. 'Open yourself up. That's how you should always be before Snape comes. Never talk unless you're asked a question. Do exactly as he says or there'll be hell to pay.' She walked in front of Hermione and tipped her chin up. 'Iris did a wonderful job on your hair, as always.' Hermione's hand flew to the back of her head, where her hair was twisted up in an elegant knot. 'On play weekends Snape likes us to keep our hair down, but - '
'Ah, Ginger. I see you've brought me my newest trainee,' Snape purred, stepping out of the shadows behind Ginger. He cracked a short crop against his thigh, and Ginger stiffened visibly. 'I am forever in debt to you, my slutty redhead,' he continued, trailing the crop over the back of her legs as he turned her to face him. 'Perhaps this new one could eat you out as a reward? Perhaps I'll call for Ebony to pleasure you? I understand she is the best with her tongue out of all the trainees. Or maybe even . . . Valentin?' Ginger gasped - barely, but hermione heard it from her posture on the ground, and Snape laughed.
'Yes . . . Valentin will do. How would you feel, Ginger, if I told you what I caught Valentin doing this afternoon with Esperanza? He was fucking her. And enjoying it. Seems like he's over you, Ginger,' Snape whispered. He pulled her face towards his, clearly intending to kiss her, but she pushed him away. He stumbled, and lashed her face with the crop.
'You'll stay after the new one,' Snape growled. 'A round of flogging by your precious Valentin, then a round of denial by me. We'll see how resistant you are after that. I want you back in thirty minutes in your play outfit. Now get out.' Ginger fled, clutching the wound on her face, and Snape turned his attention to Hermione.
'Let's you and I get started now, shall we?'
I'm sorry for the cliffhanger, I had to ;-; Anyway, a few questions have arisen from this chapter: who is this mysterious Valentin? What does he have with Ginger? And what is Ginger's background?
She's going to be a big character, as will Valentin. I won't say anymore now ;)
Coming up next: Severus and Hermione get a little dirty, but Hermione isn't so happy about that . . . yet XD
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