I own nothing. Well here's another update. I thought another Lucius and Hermione scene was due. Also a Hermione/Narcissa scene. So here it is. For those that don't enjoy mature sexual content, you are reading the wrong story. For all others enjoy and R&R.

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Lucius looked at the object before him. She was his once again. His wife be damned for all he cared. All his thoughts focused on enjoying his pet once again and to see how far she had been broken.

His hands held her close cupping her breasts, his fingers toying with her already hardening nipples. He listened to her breathing that became heightened by his ministrations. His mouth was at her ear nibbling it. "Show me what you learned my pet. Show me how obedient you can be."

Hermione smiled playfully waiting for this game to start. The greatest amount of control was always held on a wire. The hardest lesson she learned from Voldemort was that participation is the only option if one wanted to control the game. Lucius was a predictable man, vain, arrogant and power hungry. Image was everything to him. That is why he married Narcissa, for she gave him what he needed and allowed her to be what she was.

In a docile voice almost begging, she leaned back into him. "What do you want me to do? How shall I service you? I want to know." Smiling then she rolled down his lap her hands trailing down his stomach resting between his thighs waiting for his commands. Her face was a mix of seduction and anticipation.

Lucius looked at her and smirked at her. His eyes spoke to her that he thought he had won, she was his broken little mudblood whore to do with as he pleased. There weren't words enough to describe how much he waited for this, how much pleasure he would get out of ravishing her and having her beg for more as he marked her with his hands. Yes, he wanted to hurt her, mark her as his own. He reached into that link they shared and pulled on it sending her what he wanted.

"Anxious aren't we? We'll get to what you want later. First, go over to the fireplace and strip everything off, act as if the clothes are hurting you, tear them off as if all want is to be naked before me."

Hermione slowly pulled away caressing his thighs with her hands as she crawled to the fireplace. Looking behind wantonly at him. Standing she began to tear at her clothes, ripping them off panting in frustration to get them off as fast as he could. She scratched herself a few times and could feel the welts forming on her skin. As the last remnants of her clothes were torn off of herself she went down on all fours and looked at him. She rocked allowing her breasts to sway a little.

The reaction she was looking for formed on Lucius' face. He gaped at her as his breathing grew more ragged and his erection became painfully obvious. Recovering he closed his mouth and gave her another order. "Throw the clothes in the fireplace with your mouth like the bitch you are then crawl back to me."

For every article of fabric she collected she looked at him and smiled. She placed the fabric in the fireplace piece by piece, careful to take her time as she wagged her bottom at him while her face was in the fireplace. His breathing took on a more ragged sound but his outer image hadn't changed making him look like he was in full control.

Once the last piece and thread was in the fireplace she crawled back to him and looked at him fully in the face waiting for the next order. He reached down and caressed her hair. "Lie down on you stomach."

She did so spreading her legs as wide as she could in the process. Hermione knew this was affecting Lucius in a manner that would make him forget who was in control. She pushed aside her thoughts on how degrading this is, knowing that if she showed any signs of weakness he would ravish her mind as well as her body to the point of breaking her beyond repair. Looking into his eyes, yes participation does have its advantages. His breathing was heavier now and he had to stop and control himself on more than one occasion. He sat across her back and began to braid her long mane of hair. He took the ribbon from his own and tied the end of the braid.

"Stand on all fours and follow me." She soon realized he made a leash out of her hair and was leading her out of the room. Following and keeping a pace that seemed natural she found herself in a room she hadn't been in before. "Sit." On all fours she did as told then waited for further instructions.

He walked around the room, going from one end to the other. He held that air of confidence he always had only this time he wasn't sure what he wanted. Looking back at her from time to time he thought of something then changed his mind. Then he looked at a black box that stood on what appeared to be a dresser. "Yes, that will do quite nicely." He opened it and pulled out a vial of clear liquid. There was a small cup he poured it in. Using his wand he conjured up a bottle of wine, opened it and poured some into the cup then placed it on the floor before her. "Lap it up my little pet."

She let a little fear slip into her features. That only caused Lucius to laugh in delight. "Don't worry, all will be fine. Lap it all up." His erection seemed to have gotten larger and far more painful.

Hermione cautiously lapped up the wine and liquid. It took her some time to complete the task. Lucius used this time to amuse himself. He kneeled down and caressed her breasts lifting them up and letting them fall from their own weight, tugging at her. He explored her sex and reached in and found, much to his delight, that she was herself was very much aroused. She had to stop lapping up the liquid as his touch startled her and at the same time delighted her. It seemed the more she drank the more sensitive she became to his touch. His fingers reached into her and caressed.

"Keep lapping it up. Don't you dare stop while I am playing with you. You must behave as if you are not feeling me at all."

She had to use all of her mental strength not to show she was aroused or wanting his touch to continue. He caressed in her widening his fingers while the other hand fondled her breasts. She finished just before the brink of collapsing into bliss. The liquid she recognized was a rare and very expensive lust potion made to heighten one's sex drive. To her surprise she was ready for this as drove that need under her control.

"What a good girl you are." He pulled out of her and brought his fingers that were just inside of her to her mouth. "Clean these like a good little bitch." She began slowly making sure that she would not loose resolve and break under the sexual strain. Her breathing grew heavier, more ragged. He smirked at her laughing in his usual condescending way. When she was done cleaning his fingers he pulled away from her.

"Done are we? Good. Now stand up and walk over to the bed and lie down."

She did as was asked and saw that he was undressing. Right now her mind was reeling from what ever the potion she drank was doing to her. The potion also seemed to enhance the effects of alcohol in her. Her control was beginning to slip from her. No, she wanted to have some control, so she participated further. "M-master, please let me undress you. Please." She moaned it out desperately in the most lustful manner she could attempt.

He stood there not knowing what to do. For he had not expected such an arousing performance from her. There was no way he could last longer if she were to touch him. His eyes spoke of his need, growing beyond his own control. She looked at him and knew she would not be allowed to do as asked. Inside she was ecstatic. This was the first move step she ever had over him and she was winning. She outdid him and lost his control of the situation. "Please, master please." Her moans drove him further, his control of himself slipping away.

The self controlled aristocrat was now dissolved into a frenzy of lust. He reached for her, caressed and explored. In return she moaned out of pleasure, her hips hungering her him to enter her. He quickly let himself free of his clothes and entered her. His breathing was ragged and fierce. He was possessed by her now, ravishing her.

She relished the sensations that were doing through her and the control she held over him. This is what Narcissa could never do for him. She could never fake this type of submissiveness for him, no matter how hard she tried. Each moan Hermione gave, the more he gave into her. His mind reeled at the thought of taking her, denying her requests. In his mind she was his to do his bidding and for that reason he would never have full control of her again.

They both climaxed. He quickly pulled out of her when he was done and left the room after getting dressed. She watched him leave and smiled knowing that he would be asking for her again. When that time came she would make a few requests, subtle but enough to enrage and arouse Narcissa.

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Lucius left the room filled with his own sated pleasure. He wanted to go and take her again and again but found he used all his energy in this one attempt. She was everything that he wanted, submissive but demanding in sating his pleasures. He knew his wife was feeling everything that he was and found she was upset with him.

He sighed and walked to their bedroom where he found her at her desk where she usually writes her letters. "Not pleased with me? I am not surprised I have been ignoring you." He walked behind her and caressed his wife's shoulders.

"Only me? You've been ignoring more than that Lucius, you need to be on guard. That bitch you brought here will be the ruin of us if we're not careful. I don't believe she was broken. No matter what display she played out for you."

Damn this woman, always seeing things that aren't there. "The Dark Lord broke her."

"Broke in more like it."

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

The hands resting on her shoulders held her firm. She would have to word her way through this situation very carefully. She smiled up at him. "You enjoyed her? Had her beg for you? I am sure she was a delight." Standing now. "Oh, I'm simply jealous because I haven't had the chance to enjoy her myself. You've taken her for me and never let me play with her. I like to see things for myself, you know that."

Lucius began to laugh in his high snobbish way. "Oh, you are quite right. I have been a little selfish haven't I? I am sure she can keep you entertained this evening. Just let her rest up a little, I seemed to have tired her out." Caressing and kissing her neck he pulled away and walked out of the room, happy that he and his wife were on good terms.

Narcissa knew what she wanted to do to their little pet. That young bitch tried to usurp power in Narcissa's home. The games shall begin. Rest indeed. She wanted to tire her out to see what limits she held. She knew very well the types of spells that Voldemort would have taught her to defend her self and control Lucius.

Walking out of the room she found Hermione asleep on the bed where she was left. The Pleasure Room. Oh and how it was. Every imaginable sexual desire could be satisfied in this room. They paid enough for it and she intended to use it. "Wake up my pet. I want to play with you."

Hermione woke up and looked up and the elder woman. She matched that gaze with the same intensity that was given her. There was no way she was going to let this woman intimidate her. Little did she know that Narcissa understood cruelty on as many layers as their ages combined.

"I think we both need a bath. Come with me my pet."

Hermione followed her to the adjoined bathroom. With a flick of a wand Narcissa had the bath water running and the soaps poured into the bath. The exotic smells teased and tempted Hermione. She wanted so much to walk into that water and clean herself. Narcissa undressed and entered the water. Her hair fell down and became soaked in the rich perfumed water. "Do you want to come in and play? I need and answer before I let you."

This game was one of wants and needs. There would be no superficiality in this game, all images would be removed. Who ever exposed the most would be victorious in this event. "I am sure a woman as smart as yourself knows the answer. But you need to hear me say it don't you? I'll indulge you in this. Yes, I want to come in and play as you so eloquently put it."

Narcissa smiled and laughed a little. "Imagine what Potter would think of you now. How you pleasured my husband so willingly. Yes, do come in and let's have the same amount of fun."

Hermione couldn't hide the fact that the mention of her old life stung her. She none the less walked in and enjoyed the water not commenting on the barb thrown at her. Energy had to be saved for the real mud slinging.

"My little pet, Draco has told me so much about you. How you study so much and seem to have kept the highest marks in school. Oh, you must miss your books and studies." Narcissa half swam over to Hermione and placed her hands on the younger woman's shoulders. Her mouth was at Hermione's ear half nibbling it. "Draco will be going back to Hogwart's again. His final year. Oh, that's right, you won't be doing anywhere. But tell me, do you really want to leave?"

Cold. Hearted. BITCH!!! Hermione was full of anger and pain. How dare she open up that part of her life now. Tears were threatening to flow. No, not now. No! "They must morn me and curse your master and you for what is happening to me. But you're not fooled into thinking I am so easily manipulated."

"We shall see. Now let's play." Narcissa pulled away from Hermione who was starting to become more aroused through their connection. The older woman sat on the step in the bath and slowly spread her legs. "A woman as smart as yourself knows what I want done and I am sure that you would like to participate. Be as creative as you like."

Hermione didn't know what to do here. Submissiveness was not required or wanted. Narcissa wanted Hermione to show some dominance. Hermione took some soap from the edge of the bath and lathered her hands up with soap. She smiled thinking of a way to outdo the old bitch.

Narcissa's legs were lifted over Hermione's shoulders. "A dirty old woman like yourself needs to be cleaned." Her hands caressed Narcissa's sex and buttocks. The soap from her hands cleaned what needed to be cleaned. She kept stroking after the soap had long been used up. Narcissa started to breath harder enjoying the deepening feeling well up inside of her.

"You enjoy a mudblood touching you? What does that say about yourself?"

"Quiet and keep going."

"I'm a little tired now. Your husband worked me so hard." She dived down dropping the weight of the legs. As soon as Narcissa began to protest she felt Hermoine between her legs licking the aching nub. She reached down and grabbed hold of Hermione's breasts and caressed them, squeezing with more intensity as her climax was almost at fruition. She squeezed one last time and it was over. Hermione came out of the water out of breath but pleased. "Since we are being honest with one another, I must tell you that you are an easy woman to please."

Narcisssa looked at the younger woman and started to laugh in loud bouts of laughter. "You are quite the prize little one with that wicked tongue of yours. Not so innocent anymore are you? He never broke you, he twisted you. Soon my pet you won't want to return to your friends. You'll have changed so much that your old life would be a foreign one to you." Narcissa climbed out of the bath, dried herself off and made her way to her bedroom.

Hermione sank down in the water pondering Narcissa's words. She thought of the young school girl she was and all the hours devouring the books in the library. She saw the innocent eyes that looked at the not so innocent pictures of those pages, looking at them in a distanced view.

Harry and Ron entered her head and all the times that they spent together. Harry came to mind the most and wasn't so sure that he was prepared to face the man he was supposed to destroy. Then the flood of images of a man with red eyes came at her. It seemed that he was still on her skin; his breath was on her neck. Twisted, not broken. She half wished she was broken, then she wouldn't have to care.

Two weeks with that evil snake faced villain twisted her and forced out of her an innocence that she loved about herself. That alone made her feel truly dirty in a bath full of the most expensive soaps and perfumes.

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Sorry this chapter was a little short. Please review. More will be on the way.