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As soon as they arrived at their destination, Bellatrix turned on her, slapping her across the face.

"WHAT. THE. FUCK?" she screamed, hands balled into fists as her sides, her pulse point throbbing.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," Hermione said in a small voice.

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!" Bellatrix shrieked. She turned in a circle, looking for something she could destroy in her rage. She stalked over to a bookcase and threw it on the ground, sending books everywhere, shattering glass, and making the floor shake.

"Please, calm down," Hermione said quietly, stretching a hand out, but immediately lowering it and ducking when Bellatrix sent a plant flying at her head.

"HOW DARE YOU?" Bellatrix shrieked, tears streaming down her face. "How FUCKING dare you?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress!" Hermione said again as she dodged a vase that just brushed her left ear.

"You…are MINE!" she screamed irately, still sending various objects flying toward Hermione. "How dare you let him fucking kiss you?"

"I'm…sorry, Mistress!" Hermione exclaimed again as she dodged a lamp.

Bellatrix couldn't stop herself. "CRUCIO!" she shrieked, pointing her wand at Hermione.

Hermione immediately fell to the floor, screaming at the top of her lungs, writhing under the agony of the Cruciatus Curse. She cried, choking on her tears as she was put through the worst pain she had ever been in, worse than losing her virginity the week before. "Please!" she shrieked. "Mistress, please!"

Bellatrix reluctantly removed the spell, leaving Hermione, sobbing and gasping for breath on the floor. Suddenly, Hermione was floating. She struggled to open her eyes, but then saw that Bellatrix had scooped her up in her arms, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.

Bellatrix hurried to lay Hermione delicately on the sofa, kneeling beside her and holding her face in her hands. "I'm sorry," she whispered. She kissed her urgently, pulling back over and over to say those two words, but then going back in. "I'm…so…sorry," she said in between kisses.

Hermione let Bellatrix kiss her lips, but she didn't kiss her back. She was too weak, too in pain. Though the curse had been lifted, the ache was still there, drawing out the pain and making her head spin.

Bellatrix pulled back, looking angrily into her eyes. "You're not kissing me," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Why aren't you kissing me?" After Hermione's silence, Bellatrix responded for her. "I know why. I know fucking why. You're thinking about that weasel, aren't you? AREN'T YOU?" She hopped to her feet, pointing her wand at Hermione again.

Hermione immediately jumped up, hissing slightly at the pain, and held her hands out in front of her. "No, Mistress, I swear," she said softly.

"YOU ARE!" Bellatrix screeched, sending another vase at her head.

"No, Mistress, I'm not!" Hermione protested as she dodged it.

Bellatrix screamed and this time, instead of "throwing" an object at her, she threw a curse. Her hair fell in her face and she growled as she threw her arm over her head.

Hermione barely dodged a bolt of green light that shot from Bellatrix's wand. She knew she had to think of a plan, something that might be able to help her. And then, it dawned on her.

She had an idea of what might help her, but she was skeptical about it. But she decided it was worth a try. Before Bellatrix had the chance to curse her again, she ran up to her, grabbing the hand that held her wand and preventing her from trying to kill her.

"LET GO OF ME!" Bellatrix screeched. She hated that all her strength was in her powers and that, truthfully, she had no bodily strength at all. She struggled against Hermione, trying to pry her fingers from around her wrist, but found she could not. The tears came even harder as she looked into the girl's eyes.

"Bellatrix!" Hermione yelled. This seemed to get her attention. "You need to calm down!"

Bellatrix used her free hand to slap Hermione across the face again, the sound echoing in the room. "You don't call me that," she growled.

"I do right now!" Hermione stood up for herself. "Now calm down."

Bellatrix gritted her teeth, yet was surprised at Hermione's willingness to stand up to her. She walked over to the couch, pulling Hermione along with her, and plopped down, yanking Hermione down as well in the process. She pouted slightly and crossed her arms, Hermione having loosened her grip when she fell onto the couch. "Explain," she commanded through gritted teeth.

Hermione smiled a bit. At least she would listen to her. "It wasn't my fault," she started. "I had just arrived back, and they started interrogating me, and then…he just kissed me."

"But you kissed him back!" Bellatrix blew up. "You kissed that little weasel! You broke the fucking contract!" She began crying even harder as it was voiced. She choked on her own tears.

Hermione's heart sank as she realized she had broken the contract. Surely Bellatrix wouldn't abandon her, rip up the contract and declare her free? Hermione immediately took Bellatrix's face in her hands, running her thumbs over her cheeks, wiping away her tears, and trying to calm her. She kissed her tears away, willing her to calm down. "Bella," she whispered, "Bella, please listen to me."

"No!" Bellatrix yelled. "No, you don't call me that! Only Cissy calls me that!"

Hermione ignored her protests and softly kissed her lips. "When I was kissing him-" More tears escaped Bellatrix's eyes. "-I was thinking of you. You!"

"It doesn't matter who you were thinking of! You were kissing him!" she screamed, squeezing her eyes shut so she didn't have to look at Hermione.

"I know," Hermione whispered. "I know, but it won't happen again, I promise."

"And now you're going out with him tomorrow!" Bellatrix said irritatedly.

"I'm not.." Hermione sighed. "I'm not going out with him. He is treating me tomorrow, but it is not a date."

"Yes, it is.." Bellatrix sighed. Then, she scoffed, wiping her eyes, standing up, and straightening her skirts. "It's not like I care anyway," she said strongly, all remnants of the woman she had been moments before gone. "Why would I care if my little mudwhore has a date? She's still my whore.."

Hermione's face fell. She knew their moment of "connection" was over, no matter how short it had been. "I'm sorry, Mistress," she said quietly.

"You should be," Bellatrix snapped. She ran her fingers through her black curls as she said, "You broke the goddamn contract. I have half a mind to rip it up, never touch you again."

Tears filled Hermione's eyes as Bellatrix voiced what she had been dreading most. They spilled over onto her rosy cheeks, her lower lip beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

Bellatrix noticed this, and immediately slapped her across the face. "Stop crying!" she shrieked.

Hermione bent over in pain, her knuckles pressed against the reddened flesh in an attempt to soothe it. She slowly straightened up, still cradling her face, and tried desperately to keep from crying. "P-P-Please, M-Mistress.." Hermione said softly. "Ple-Please don't…leave me.." She couldn't think of a better term. "P-P-Please.."

Bellatrix surveyed the girl. She had a lot of making up to do. "You don't want me to 'leave you'?" she asked.

"N-No, Mistress," Hermione said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

"Prove it."

"How, Mistress?"

Bellatrix thought for a moment. She would have to do something humiliating, something that would prove her worth. A grin spread across her face as she thought of what she would do. "Tell you what, Muddy," she said, stepping forward until she towered menacingly above Hermione. "If you succeed in this next task, I won't leave you."

Hermione nodded. "Yes, Mistress, anything," she said.

Bellatrix smiled at her compliance. "You," she started. "are going to seduce my sister, so we can properly punish you."

Hermione was slightly confused by Bellatrix's use of the word "we". She was horrified of the thought that her and her sister had ever done anything even remotely sexual, but, then again, she had no idea of their past. So she nodded. "Yes, Mistress," she said. She couldn't believe she was agreeing to such a thing, but she had fantasized about both of them, sometimes together. So this would be like a dream come true.

Bellatrix smiled and grabbed Hermione's arm, pulling her out of the room. She quickly dragged her into another room, which Hermione assumed was Bellatrix's bedroom. It was all black and red, with a large, king-sized bed in the middle. Bellatrix walked in, slamming the door shut behind her, and pulling Hermione along. "Once she's nice and…seduced, I'll come out of the closet, and the real fun can begin," she said as she went into a large closet. She quickly reemerged, carrying a bit of black cloth. She tossed it to Hermione and ordered, "Put this on."

Hermione stripped off all her clothes and attempted to put it on. But, for the life of her, she couldn't. She couldn't figure out how to get into it. She blushed and looked up at Bellatrix, who was watching her, an amused look on her face.

Bellatrix raised an eyebrow and asked, a smirk slowly making its way onto her mouth, "Need some help there?"

Hermione blushed even more and nodded.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes and walked over to her. She quickly helped Hermione into the garment and stepped back to admire her little whore. There wasn't much cloth covering her. It was all see-through black, and the top only covered to right above her belly button. It was ruffled and pretty, but it was also very low cut and whorish looking. The only other thing she wore was a see-through black thong. Bellatrix grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her across the room. She sat her down at a dresser and began applying a heavy amount of makeup. She paled her face, darkened her eyes, and put on a dark red lipstick. When she was finished, she sat back to admire her work. She smiled. Grinning, she leaned over and pinched her cheek. "Pwetty widdle mudbwood," she said.

Hermione blushed slightly and looked at herself. Her jaw dropped. She looked absolutely nothing like herself, but she looked dark and sexy. She liked it. She didn't even notice Bellatrix had gotten up until she heard her voice from across the room saying, "Cissy! I need you!" Hermione turned around to see Bellatrix just standing up in front of the fireplace.

She went back to Hermione, grabbed her, and pulled her to her feet. "She'll be here soon," she said, "so lay on the bed and…look hot. Okay?"

Hermione nodded and said, "Yes, Mistress."

"Now, she's tough. She tried to deny the fact that she likes women, but she can be cracked. Her soft spot is her ear. Get to her ear, and she'll pounce on you," Bellatrix told her as she walked backward toward the closet. Without another word, she slipped in and closed the door behind her. And then Hermione was alone.

She quickly scrambled over to the bed and got on it, laying in what she hoped was a sexy pose. She waited for Narcissa, her anticipation growing with each passing second. She waited for what seemed like hours until the fireplace erupted in emerald flames, and the beautiful blonde stepped out.

Narcissa took one look at her and made a disgusted noise. "Where is my sister?" she asked in an annoyed tone.

Hermione was slightly offended by Narcissa's behavior, but tried to think nothing of it. She was, after all, nothing but a mudblood in her and her sister's eyes. She leisurely sat up, looking at the blonde with heated eyes. She lightly licked her lips and stood, walking over to where she was standing. She looked up into Narcissa's ice blue eyes and said in a rather husky tone, "Hello, Mistress Malfoy."

Narcissa rolled her eyes and pushed past her, looking around for Bellatrix. "Where is my sister?" she asked again.

Hermione couldn't help but notice how Narcissa's eyes darkened slightly as she looked intently at Hermione. "Do you like my outfit?" she asked suddenly, spinning in a circle so Narcissa could see all of her. A small smile fell onto her face as she heard Narcissa whimper ever so slightly from behind her. She turned around to see Narcissa biting her lip so hard, it was bleeding.

"What are you smiling about?" Narcissa snapped as she noticed Hermione's expression. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, obviously awaiting an answer.

But Hermione didn't respond. She simply walked forward until she was less than an inch away from Narcissa and looked up at her. She didn't exactly know what to do, as she had never seduced anyone before, but she had an idea. Bellatrix had said if she could get to her ear, Narcissa would pounce on her. So all she had to do was get Narcissa onto the bed, as she was much taller than Hermione, and get to her ear! "You look uptight, Mistress," Hermione said. "Why don't you sit down?" She lightly took Narcissa's hand in hers and started toward the bed, Narcissa, surprisingly, following without protest.

"I am uptight," Narcissa breathed as Hermione sat her down on the bed.

Hermione smiled in triumph. "Why don't you let me help you relax?" she offered, moving behind her as she spoke.

Narcissa turned around to look her in the eyes as she asked suspiciously, "And how do you expect to do that?"

Hermione didn't reply. She simply raised her hands and began lightly kneading out the knots in Narcissa's neck and shoulders. She felt she could be more rough when she heard Narcissa moan, very softly. She massaged her muscles, her nimble fingers doing wonders for Narcissa. She hesitantly leaned forward and whispered huskily in her ear, "Does this answer your question?"

Narcissa's nod was almost imperceptible, yet Hermione noticed it. She smiled to herself and decided it was now, or never. She slowly brushed her white-blonde hair off her neck and leaned in, slowly dragging her tongue up the side of Narcissa's neck, tasting the thin sheen of sweat that now covered her from head to toe.

"Mm.." Hermione murmured. "You taste good, Mistress.." She was unsure of what she was about to say, but she said it anyway. "You taste pure."

Narcissa's head lolled on her shoulders and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. "S-Stop," she whispered, the sound barely audible and very hard to understand.

Despite this, Hermione heard it and knew exactly what she had said. She knew she would attempt to protest, but she didn't think she would do it so weakly. "And why would I do that, Mistress?" she asked slyly.

"B-Because you're a-" Narcissa had to pause, because she gasped when Hermione's soft lips found her neck. "f-f-filthy mudblood and…sh-shouldn't be touch-ing me."

Hermione just smirked against her neck and began nipping playfully at the sensitive skin beneath Narcissa's jaw. She let her hands rest on Narcissa's slim hips as she slowly moved upward. When she reached her earlobe, she heard a sharp intake of breath from in front of her and saw Narcissa's hands fist in the covers. She smirked to herself and began to lave at the sensitive flesh, caressing it with her lips and tongue and playing with it softly with her teeth. She let her hands slowly drift up Narcissa's sides, feeling the witch's tiny waist. Her fingertips just barely brushed over the sides of Narcissa's breasts, earning her a soft whimper of frustration. "Do you like how I touch you, Mistress?" Hermione purred in her ear.

Narcissa shook her head, but was not able to form any words. Her slim fingers balled in the covers so tightly, her knuckles were turning even whiter than they were before. She let out a shuddering breath, but could not seem to find her voice.

Hermione smirked lightly and said, "I don't believe you."

She nipped lightly at her earlobe, and Narcissa snapped.

Hermione didn't even see it happen. In an instant, Hermione was pinned to the bed, Narcissa's lips claiming hers with a fiery passion. Hermione moaned softly and brought her arms around the blonde's neck, pulling her closer as their lips melted into each other. Narcissa was exactly as Hermione had imagined she would be. She was dominating, yet soft and passionate.

"Oh, look!" said Bellatrix's voice suddenly from near them. Hermione broke the kiss and looked up to see Bellatrix, wearing the same dominatrix outfit as before, standing next to the bed. "Two whores in one bed! Lucky me!"

"No, Bella," Narcissa murmured before returning her attention to Hermione. She began nipping and kissing at Hermione's throat, her tongue darting out to taste the skin beneath her lips. Hermione writhed and moaned underneath her, casting fearful glances at Bellatrix from time to time.

"No, what, baby sister?" Bellatrix asked in an innocent tone.

Narcissa groaned and turned back to Bellatrix. "No, Bella, I will not have sex with you," she said. "We're not children anymore."

Bellatrix cackled.

"What?" Narcissa demanded, forcing herself to sit up and face her sister. Hermione gave a needy groan and reached for her, but a death glare from Bellatrix shut her up.

"You know you loved it, Cissy," Bellatrix said casually.

"I was naïve, Bella!" Narcissa protested. "I was just a child!"

"My little whore is just a child, Cissy, and she chose to become mine," Bellatrix argued.

"I am not a child!" Hermione said suddenly, standing up for herself.

"Quiet, mudblood!" Bellatrix and Narcissa exclaimed at the same time.

"You know you missed me, Cissy," Bellatrix purred, stepping forward and leaning down, getting close to Narcissa's face. She lightly licked at Narcissa's cheek before saying, "You know that I can draw sounds from you that no one on this earth had ever heard, only I can make you truly climax. You know that."

Narcissa flushed, looking down and avoiding Bellatrix's eyes. "I-Bel-you know that-" she stammered, trying to come up with a response.

"This isn't all about you, you know," Bellatrix continued. "Maybe I missed you. Did you ever think of that?"

Narcissa opened her mouth as if to say something, but couldn't find the words.

"Besides, I need your help."

Narcissa finally found her voice and asked, "Why?" in an annoyed tone. She hated how Bellatrix was treating her, and she just wanted to get back to Hermione.

"Don't you speak to me in that tone!" Bellatrix snapped. "Apologize."

Narcissa sighed. "Sorry, Bella," she said softly. "What do you need help with?"

"Well.." Bellatrix started, looking over at Hermione, who blushed a bit. Narcissa followed her eyes. "My little mudwhore had been a very bad girl. Haven't you, Muddy?" she asked.

Hermione looked down. "Yes, Mistress," she said quietly.

"Tell my sister what you did," Bellatrix commanded.

Hermione nodded and turned to Narcissa. "I let-" she started, but after an angry glance from Bellatrix, she corrected herself, "I kissed my friend, Ron Weasley."

"She has been a bad girl," Narcissa agreed with Bellatrix. "But what do you want me to do about it?"

"I want you to help me punish her!"

Narcissa sighed again. "Fine," she huffed.

Bellatrix began rocking on her heels in anticipation, looking very much like an excited toddler. She grabbed her sister's hand and led her over to a corner of the room so Hermione couldn't overhear their conversation.

While they whispered to each other, their eyes darting to Hermione and then back to each other, Hermione sat up and watched them. They perfectly complimented each other. Bellatrix was the dark, with her black hair, heavily lidded and dark brown eyes, and black dress. Meanwhile, Narcissa was the light, with her long, blonde hair, light, ice blue eyes, and silver robes. Bellatrix with her Dark Mark and Narcissa with her pale, unblemished skin. As she was pondering this, she didn't even notice that Bellatrix and Narcissa had stopped whispering to each other and had snuck up behind her. She only noticed when Bellatrix's voice whispered huskily in her ear, "Tell us about your fantasies, Mudbaby." Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin and turned around to see Narcissa and Bellatrix, on their hands and knees, side by side, behind her.

"Yes, do tell," Narcissa said, sensually licking her lips. Hermione felt a burst of heat at the sight.

"W-Which ones?" Hermione asked, her voice quivering uncomfortably.

Narcissa and Bellatrix exchanged a glance before Narcissa answered, "The ones about us. Together."

Hermione blanched, but then immediately reddened. She opened her mouth in an attempt to speak, but no words came out. She wished she could just crawl under a rock and die, she was so embarrassed. "I-I.." she started, but words failed her.

"Did they have us doing things like this?" Bellatrix asked before stealing a glance toward Narcissa. They slowly inched closer to each other until their lips met in a sensual kiss. Bellatrix linked her arms around her sister's neck and Narcissa's fingers wound tightly in Bellatrix's black curls.

Hermione whimpered lightly and felt a pulse from down below. The thong was already drenched to the point where Hermione's inner thighs were dripping with her arousal. When they pulled away and Bellatrix licked her lips, Hermione said softly, "Y-Yes.."

Bellatrix smirked. "I thought so," she said.

"M-Mistress, may I please touch myself?" Hermione asked in a small voice, her cheeks growing ever redder with each word.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "Yes, you may touch yourself," she said. As Hermione's hand immediately lowered itself, however, she had to reach out and grasp it before she could do anything. "Not so fast," she said. Hermoine gave a small whimper of discontent.

"Yes, you answer to me now as well," Narcissa put in.

Hermione looked from Bellatrix to Narcissa, and then back to Bellatrix, who had nodded and raised an eyebrow as if to say, "What are you waiting for?" Hermione nodded and turned back to Narcissa. "Mistress…may I p-please touch myself?"

Narcissa glanced at Bellatrix, who nodded imperceptibly. She looked back to Hermione and said, "Yes, you may touch yourself."

Hermione's hand immediately went back down, pulling off the thong and throwing it carelessly away from the bed. She spread her legs and ran her fingers through her slick folds. She moaned and fell back onto the bed, still watching Bellatrix and Narcissa, hoping they would do something more.

While Narcissa whimpered softly, Bellatrix smirked at the sight. Bellatrix looked back at Narcissa and licked her lips. "I know you missed me," she said, her voice low and husky due to her arousal.

"I did miss you," Narcissa agreed quietly, looking down at Hermione and avoiding her sister's eyes.

"Show me how much you missed me," Bellatrix growled as she crawled closer to Narcissa.

Hermione's index finger lightly circled her clit, teasing her in just the way she loved. She writhed and moaned under her own touch, getting closer to the climax she had been on the edge of so many times. She watched with heated eyes as Bellatrix neared Narcissa. She struggled to keep her eyes open because they wanted to close from the intensity of the pleasure, but she wouldn't let them. She didn't want to miss one second of what was happening.

Though she had missed her eldest sister, Narcissa was hesitant. They were older now, they were both married. Narcissa had Draco. They were no longer children. She slightly shied away from Bellatrix not sure about what she wanted.

Bellatrix cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not playing this game, Cissy," she said sternly. "We both know you want it."

"I do want it.." Narcissa started. "But things are different now, Bella! Don't you see? I have a family!"

"They'll never know," Bellatrix reassured her. "C'mon. You'll love it. Just like old time," she said. "Let me take care of you. And then, we can punish the mudblood!"

Narcissa was truly confused. On the one hand, she missed and longed for Bellatrix's touch. On the other hand, she was a grown responsible woman with priorities and a family. She couldn't decided whether to agree or not. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but immediately closed it, not knowing what to say. She slowly shook her head, tears coming to her eyes from the confusion.

Bellatrix's eyes widened and she violently shook her head, grabbing Narcissa's face in her hands. "No. No, Cissy, please, don't cry. Please." She leaned in and pressed her lips softly to Narcissa's, trying to get her to calm down, to stop herself before the tears came.

Meanwhile, Hermione was still edging ever closer to her climax. She whimpered and squirmed under her fingers, her back arching and her breathing heavy. Her stomach ached with the pleasure, and she needed release. "M-M-Mistresses?" she panted.

Bellatrix reluctantly broke the kiss and asked irritably, "What?"

Narcissa's lower lip trembled as she looked down at Hermione. "Yes?" she asked in a small, quivering voice.

Hermione looked between the sisters as she asked, "M-M-Mistre-sses, may I p-p-please c-come? P-Please?"

Bellatrix and Narcissa answered at the same time.

"No."

"Yes."

Bellatrix's and Narcissa's eyes met. Bellatrix shook her head, and Narcissa nodded hers. "Cissy.." Bellatrix started. "She's my whore. I decide."

"She's my whore, too!" Narcissa protested. "She answers to me, as well as you!" The tears came raining down her cheeks in her anguish.

Bellatrix noticed this, and immediately slapped her across the face. "Stop crying!" she shrieked.

Narcissa cried out and bent over, cupping her cheek in an attempt to soothe the angry red flesh. She cried even harder, though she tried to quiet herself.

"Oh, God," Bellatrix murmured. She grabbed Narcissa's shoulders and pulled her up to face her. She took her face in her hands again. "Oh, God, Cissy, I'm sorry," she said quietly.

"Bella," Narcissa whispered, trying to stop the river of tears from cascading down her cheeks. "I missed you so much." She finally gave up the fight and sobbed, launching herself at her sister and latching onto her lips. "Lucius-he-can't-not-like-you," she whispered between forceful kisses.

Bellatrix smiled and pushed Narcissa off of her. "You forgot how this works," she said before climbing back on top of her and claiming her mouth. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Cissy…you won't be able to walk for a week," she whispered between kisses.

Narcissa whimpered softly and said, "God, Bella…fuck me so hard, Bella, please.."

"I will," Bellatrix growled before ripping open the front of Narcissa's robes, the buttons flying across the room, to see she was only in her bra and panties. "You little slut," she sneered. "You were just waiting for this to happen, weren't you? Aren't you a slut?"

"I am a slut," Narcissa breathed. She gripped the covers in anticipation of what was to come.

"Whose slut are you?" Bellatrix demanded as she ripped off Narcissa's bra, exposing her pale breasts and pretty pink nipples. She pulled her robes out from under her, leaving her in nothing but her already drenched panties.

"I'm your dirty slut, Bella," Narcissa said, her panties growing wetter with each word.

Bellatrix smiled again and roughly yanked her panties down to her ankles and off her feet. She bit her lip as she looked up at her sister's glistening womanhood. Suddenly, she raised her hand and delivered a harsh slap to Narcissa's slick clit.

Narcissa cried out and arched her back, whimpering for more. She reached down for her sister, but couldn't reach her.

Bellatrix hit her clit again. "This is my pussy," she said through clenched teeth. "Say it! Say this is my pussy!"

"It's your pussy, Bella!" Narcissa exclaimed. "Please, fuck me, Bella.."

"You want me to fuck you, baby sister?" Bellatrix asked, in a mock sweet voice. "You want me to fuck this pussy?"

Narcissa started to say something, but Hermione interrupted her. "Please, Mistresses, m-may I c-come?" she asked softly.

"No!" Bellatrix and Narcissa said at the same time.

"Tell you what, mudblood," Bellatrix said, turning to look at her. "You let widdle baby Cissy taste your sweet little cunt while I fuck her, and then you can come. Right, Cissy?"

Narcissa, to her slight shame, nodded vigorously, looking longingly down at Hermione's glistening mound. A million thought ran through her mind, most of which including how wrong this was.

She chose to ignore those thoughts.

"Wonderful!" Bellatrix exclaimed in a sickeningly sweet voice. She suddenly grabbed Hermione's wrist, yanking her toward her and her sister. "Face me," she commanded.

Hermione nodded and quickly straddled Narcissa's face, wanting to reach her climax. She held herself up on her knees, however, not wanting to cross her boundaries before her time.

"You don't come until Cissy comes," Bellatrix informed her.

Hermione nodded again. "Yes, Mistress," she said softly. She still held herself up, waiting for the go ahead.

"What are you waiting for? I don't fuck her until she tastes you," Bellatrix demanded.

Narcissa immediately reached upward, grabbing Hermione's hips and pulling her toward her face. She ran her tongue up the length of Hermione's dripping womanhood, making sure to catch her clit as she went.

The moment Narcissa's tongue touched Hermione, she cried out and fell forward, holding herself up on the bed above Bellatrix's head. She arched her back and gripped the covers tightly, the feel of Narcissa's hot tongue sending her into ecstasy.

Narcissa smirked lightly and repeated the action, but not before pleading, "Bella.."

Bellatrix rolled her eyes and roughly shoved two fingers into her baby sister. She started up a brutal pace, rubbing her clit in small circles with her thumb. She reached up with her other hand and lifted Hermione's chin, roughly pressing her lips to the girl's.

Hermione was in her glory. She moaned and shuddered under, or rather, over, Narcissa's tongue, and Bellatrix's kiss sent another gush of arousal onto Narcissa's lips. She was already teetering on the edge of her climax, her inner walls tightening around nothing. It was when Narcissa bit down rather painfully on her clit that she was pushed, without permission, into her orgasm. She shrieked into Bellatrix's mouth and exploded onto Narcissa's face.

Bellatrix pulled back for a split second to command, "Draw it out!" but then immediately went back to Hermione's lips, swallowing her screams of pleasure.

Narcissa raised both her hands, shoving three fingers into Hermione and starting up a vigorous pace, her fingers meeting the girl's g-spot with every thrust. With her other hand, she began rubbing her clit laboriously, pulling out more and more of her climax.

Hermione began to cry, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure. After her orgasm ended, she was quickly thrown into another one, her small body tensing. She grabbed onto Bellatrix for support as she trembled and shot more of her hot juices onto Narcissa's pale face. And that continued, over and over, until Hermione had had six orgasms and couldn't take anything more. She collapsed onto Bellatrix, completely exhausted. Her hair was glued to her face with sweat, her body still quivering. She gasped for breath as she laid her head on Bellatrix's chest.

"Bella.." Narcissa whined softly from behind her.

"Soon, Cissy," Bellatrix responded. "Now, we have to punish our widdle mudblood."

Narcissa sat up excitedly, licking her lips in anticipation.

"And now we have two things to punish her for! More fun for us!" Bellatrix added.

"T-Two things?" Hermione asked quietly, her eyes widening slowly.

"Yes, mudblood, two things. Do you not know what else you did wrong?" Narcissa asked.

Hermione shook her head. "No, Mistress, I don't know," she said.

"You came before Cissy. You disobeyed us," she said, grinning madly.

Hermione's face dawned with realization. "Oh.." she said quietly, looking down at the bed.

"Yes," Narcissa said, flashing a sadistic smile at her sister. "Shall we begin?"

"We shall," Bellatrix said, playfully formally. She stood up with Narcissa and got her wand off the dresser. Narcissa did the same and went to stand next to her sister.

They were going to have some fun.

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So? Didja catch it?