Chapter Sixteen
BETA: RaynePheonix2

Thursday, June 7th, 2007
9:00am

Lucius,

I hope you see this journal note and it finds you well. You threw a wonderful shindig for Draco last night and I know he had a great time. It was really something seeing him getting along with Harry. Thank you or that, by the way. I would have never invited him and Ron had you not insisted.

It was a wonderful party and you should be quite pleased with it.

I hope you have a great day at work!

Love,

Hermione

PS – I didn't realize that you and Blaise were so close!

Thursday, June 7th, 2007
11:30 am

Hermione,

Yes, I think it all went rather splendidly. Thank you for your assistance. I am pleased your friends could come and as long as they remain your friends, they will always be welcome and included at the Manor.

I guess we never really discussed Blaise before. He is like a second son to me. His mother wasn't around much when he was growing up and he never had a father. Narcissa and I practically raised him in the summers, and he spent most holidays with us as well.

Enjoy your day, Doll!

Love,

Lucius

Thursday, June 14th

Lucius handed his jacket to the coat check witch as he entered the club. "Lola, I hope you are well this evening."

"Quite well, Master Lucius. It's busy tonight, sir."

"Well, I like to hear that," he responded with a half-smile as he made his way past the foyer and into the main room.

Lola was right, it was very busy.

"The flatbread's a hit, Master Lucius," Jonathan announced as he dashed by levitating a box of empty liquor bottles.

"Where's Rawlings?" Lucius asked, wondering why Jonathan was doing the barback's job.

"Out sick, sir. It's just me until Melinda gets here in thirty."

Lucius looked at his watch. "Can you get by until then? I can have one of my house elves come help until she gets here."

"Draco already did that sir. Bilby is serving the flatbread and food orders."

Lucius nodded in approval. He liked it when Draco took initiative and helped, especially since it was Severus' night off. "Excellent," he responded as he assessed the crowd. "Let me know if you need anything."

"Will do, sir," Jonathan responded before heading off.

Serving the flatbread pizzas at the club had been a stroke of genius. They were immensely popular amongst the members, especially since it wasn't served anywhere in wizarding London. Because of this, the club was starting to draw in a dinner crowd, which had never been the case when all they served were light snacks and cheese trays. Bilby spent a large part of his afternoon every day preparing different varieties and keeping them under stasis charms before bringing them to the club at night. Who knew an improved menu could bring in so much more revenue? Perhaps he would talk to Greg Goyle about other additions.

Making his way through the crowd, his prowling eyes focused on the females. There were some new faces. He would have to peruse the member roster and seek out any new submissives. Juliette popped into his mind. Perhaps it was time he pressed forward with her a bit. If she had any submissive inclinations, he would be a very happy wizard. She had not been free the prior Saturday, so he had spent the weekend at his villa in Italy, checking on his vineyards. But he would be seeing her this Saturday for dinner. Perhaps he would play his hand. They had not engaged yet sexually, other than some kissing and light caresses. There was simply no point in continuing to see her if he knew she could never meet his fetish needs. He wanted what Severus had and he was not going to settle for less. A smart, beautiful, and intelligent woman who had a strong sexual appetite and submissive inclinations.

He froze when he came upon a raven-haired patron he had not seen before. She was tall and thin and was dressed rather conservatively in a simple black cocktail dress. Her black, feathered mask covered most of her face. He was contemplating talking to her when his plan was interrupted.

"Luc, are you free this evening?"

Lucius turned to answer his smirking best friend. "Judging by your expression, you have a particular reason for the question?"

"Hermione is upstairs in room seven."

Lucius' eyebrow cocked. "Is she now?" he drawled.

"Perhaps, you could assist with the scenario? I know it's not something you have done with her before. And I think having both of us involved would…heighten her experience."

Lucius contemplated for a brief second. It had been a week and a half since that night in his study, but it felt like months. He knew he should say no, but his willpower failed him. "Well, when you put it that way," he replied with a grin, "how can I possibly say no?"

"Meet me there in ten minutes."

It was just before seven when Hermione floo'd into the office at The Dungeon. Severus was sitting at his desk and spun around to greet her.

"Hi," she offered with a smile as she leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"Hi, yourself," he replied with a knowing smirk, glancing down at her attire.

Hermione peeked at Lucius' empty desk. The ping of disappointment at his absence only added to her already growing concern about his unavailability to scene with them. It had been almost two weeks, and while rationally she knew this was not very long, it disappointed her that he wasn't as eager to join them as she was for him to do so. Severus had invited Lucius three times and Lucius had said no to every one of them.

"Are you ready for tonight?" Severus teased.

"I'm quite ready, thank you for your concern," she responded with a touch of haughtiness.

"Hmm, we shall see, shan't we?" There was no small amount of gloating to his voice or mischief in his eyes.

"Yes, we shall," she responded with far more confidence than she actually felt. But he didn't need to know that. "So, I guess I'll see you around eight, then," she added.

"Yes, somewhere around then. Room seven. Upstairs, not down."

"So you've mentioned. Countless times, Severus. You're the one who's approaching the age of hearing aids, not me."

"Interesting strategy, Hermione. Taunting the one who determines your fate tonight. How very…Gryffindor."

Unable to come up with a snarky reply to match his own, she simply said she would see him when she saw him and walked out. She could hear him chuckling as she made her way down the hall.

An hour later, Hermione pushed open the door and entered. When Severus had asked her that morning if she was interested in doing this tonight, she hadn't hesitated. She had been hoping for this type of roleplay for a while, but was uncertain if it was something he was truly interested in. Lucky for her, he was.

After the door closed behind her, she took in her surroundings. All she noticed at first was a dark overhead sky with a spattering of stars and a half clouded over moon. She could just make out the presence of a large structure in front of her and she wondered just what she was getting herself into. It was then that lights came on in front of her and she found herself staring at a larger than life clown beside a silver, metal ramp. Looking up, she read the run down and rusted sign, "Oceanside Boardwalk Funhouse and Amusement Park." It's flashing neon lights were sporadic and some bulbs had blown out. The clown's face flashed from light to dark and she took a step back. She had always found clowns to be quite creepy. This one was particularly so.

She swallowed and contemplated going further in and up the ramp. Bucking up her courage she proceeded. Maybe it wouldn't be as rundown and eerie once she was inside. When she stepped on the incline, it started to rattle, and the clown began to cackle. Carnival music began to play overhead, and she realized how ghastly the sound truly was. Especially, when she was on edge.

She took another step and the ramp began to move side to side and almost caused her to lose her balance. Fuck. Damn it, Severus! "And how did you not know about this room?" she asked herself out loud. It seemed there were a lot of roleplay and scenario rooms she knew nothing about. But who would have imagined The Dungeon would have a room like this? Did wizards even go to amusement parks? It was such a Muggle thing. Then again, there were a lot of Muggleborn and Half-blood members.

When she made her way to the top of the ramp, she cautiously stepped into a room with strobe lights. She followed the walkway and held onto the rope banister, unsure of what obstacles or death traps would enter her path. The strobes flashed unwelcome glimpses of moving clowns. Their large eyes and wide smiles did not look the least bit fun and childlike. Horrifying was the word that came to mind. When a flying monkey with clashing tambourines whizzed by her head, an unavoidable scream escaped her vocal chords. Eager to get past the flying objects, she picked up her pace and held her wand more securely as she charged ahead. She turned into a new, well-lit room with mirrors that reflected her in distorted ways. In one she was long and tall but very thin. In another, she was short and round, and in the third, her body was zig zagged.

Pressing forward, she entered a maze with mirrors for walls. She could see herself from all angles. There had to be over fifty Hermione's all around her. Hermione's that were rigid and on guard, with nervous chocolate eyes and movements that were hesitant.

A flash of black appeared in all the mirrors and was gone. Severus? She swallowed and didn't speak, remembering the game at play. You need to get out of this maze, she coached herself.

Looking around, she had a hard time determining where to go. She turned, only to see more reflections of her highly alert face. She couldn't make out where she had even walked in from. "You are soo fucked," she whispered to herself.

"Hmm, what a marvelous idea. I love the sound of that."

Hermione startled at the provocative voice that rang all around her. Lucius! A smile crept over her mouth as equal parts terror and excitement raced through her veins.

"Game on," she announced a little louder and with some bravado that she wanted to feel. Actually, might feel. Okay, well, could feel. If she could just get out of this room! A deep laughter she recognized as Severus' echoed and, suddenly, the music began to play louder.

Feeling an edge of panic, Hermione moved faster, her wand-free hand was held out in front of her to feel for open space. As she began to adjust more to the visual tricks of the mirrors, she could decipher a path ahead and made a dash. Unfortunately, she simply met more mirrors. How long will this maze continue?

She squealed when something touched her hair and the mirrors showed an arm with white sleeves reaching for her. She dodged and dropped into a forward roll before springing back to her feet. Her heart was pounding as she looked left and then right, desperately searching for the path forward. Laughter that was sinister and condescending in nature met her ears in addition to the music that was growing more and more irritating by the second.

Lucius. It was Lucius' who was mocking her.

More determined than ever to outmaneuver them, she internally rejoiced when she saw an opening to her left that clearly led to a new area. When she stepped through, she found herself off balance as the floor felt uneven beneath her trainers, but not enough to stop her from running forward. She was fine as long as she held the railing.

When she made it through an archway, she found herself outside the funhouse. Jumping down instead of bothering with the three steps, she made a mad dash behind a small booth with darts and balloons and crouched down as she caught her breath.

While she wasn't sure, she assumed the two wizards would have to enter the area through the funhouse as she had, so she was fairly certain they were behind her. Otherwise, it would hardly be fair.

They're Slytherins, Hermione, she reminded herself. Fair is not a necessary requirement in their games.

Staying low, she peeked around from behind the booth to get a better look at her surroundings. To the left and behind her was the funhouse…no thank you, and to her right was a Ferris wheel. It wasn't very big, it only had six cars and wasn't moving. She doubted it actually worked. To the left of that were the shadows of horses and carriages on what was obviously a carousel. Next, and directly across from her, was another booth, but she couldn't quite make out the game, and frankly, it didn't matter. So, it all made a big circle. The ground was dirt with patches of dying grass. Everything appeared run down and was as still as the night air around her. The music from the funhouse continued to play behind her, although it was much less loud now that she was outside.

Think, Hermione!

Earlier, Severus had told her that if she managed to escape the room without being caught, there would be a surprise in it for her. She wanted that surprise. Not that being caught wouldn't have its rewards, mind you. But her innate competitive nature was rearing its head and she was determined to not let that happen. Especially now that Lucius had entered the scene.

Okay, so how to get out of here?

A soft rustle of footsteps that sounded close was accompanied by a light and carefree whistle. The whistle of someone who didn't have a concern in the world. "I do so love amusement parks. A clever Muggle invention, really. It's all about illusion. Muggle magic, if you will. Don't you agree, Doll?"

She didn't dare answer her training Master, but he sounded very close. She whipped her head behind her, for fear he would be standing there, but only saw part of the funhouse building. Seeing a gap under the booth, she lay on her stomach and tried to crawl underneath, only she wasn't quite small enough.

"Pet, this is hardly a time for a nap."

Hermione leapt like a cat to her feet and ran. She could tell by his voice that Severus had approached directly behind her. It had been foolish to stay in one spot for so long. This was not a large area. She would have to keep moving.

"Lucius, I find I'm bored of simply teasing. Let's catch, her. Shall we?"

"I thought I was the impatient one. Don't you want to play with our food a little longer? I find it's much tastier that way. It tends to bite back more."

Hermione's rib cage was practically pushing out of her chest from the pounding muscle beneath it. Scampering forward, she quietly dashed from behind the Ferris wheel to the carousel. When her hand reached up to grab onto the carousel platform to keep her balance, it came to life. Lights flickered and music, that sputtered like a starting engine, suddenly got its rhythm and played loud and clear as the horses and carriages began to move round and round.

The sound of quick steps caused her to leap onto the ride. She ducked behind one of the horses and saw Severus, who was walking around the perimeter to where she had just been. Her focus being over her shoulder and on Severus caused her to startle when a hand grabbed the front of her blouse and yanked her forward. She crashed into Lucius' chest as his other hand snaked around her.

"Well, well. That was easy," he goaded with a grin and a lascivious perusal down to her breasts where he tugged on the fabric that lie over them. She pushed with all her strength against him and registered the surprise on his face when he stumbled back and fell against one the carriages. He clearly hadn't anticipated such resistance. Perhaps he didn't realize that, for Hermione, this was more than a con non-con. She was not going to simply let them catch her. If they were going to get their hands on her, they were going to have to work for it. When she saw the piece of fabric still in his hand, she noticed the cool air on her now exposed skin.

No time to fret over a ripped blouse, she took advantage of his moment of unpreparedness. Sprinting to her right between the two closest horses, she leapt off the platform and ducked low as she scurried back towards the funhouse. Maybe there was a way around it that led to the exit of the room. She really didn't want to have to navigate that mirror maze again.

When a yellow light whizzed by her leg, she slid to her left, just avoiding its trajectory. The rapid change in direction caused her foot to slip and she slid onto her hip. Not losing a second, she rolled further to her left and cast a quick Oppugno, causing a small flock of birds to shoot out of her wand and dive bomb her Master, who had cast the unknown spell.

Not deterred in the least, he cast Locomotor Mortis causing her legs to freeze.

Just as she cast Finite Incantatem on herself, Severus reached down and grabbed her ankle. Not realizing she had cast the non-verbal reversal spell, he was not prepared when she kicked his leg with her other foot, causing him to fall back.

"Well played, Pet," she heard him say with a grunted chuckle as she pushed back onto her feet and ran towards the funhouse.

Lucius had clearly anticipated her plan because he was standing in front of the back entrance. Fuck! The reach of ropes from his Incarcerous just missed her as she dashed back towards the carousel. There was nowhere to go. Damn these two men! This was hardly fair!

When she jumped back onto the still turning platform, she peeked behind her to see Severus and Lucius both approaching up the middle of the area with leering expressions.

"You can't win, Pet."

"Although, I do so love that you try," Lucius added with a smug look.

"You haven't caught me yet," she replied as she sprinted off the back of the ride and took a right towards the Ferris wheel.

She swore to Hades when her foot was suddenly stuck to the ground. Her shoe was tied tightly, and she couldn't move. Probably a sticking charm. No time to waste, she cast a small cutting spell at her laces, allowing her foot to slide free. Severus had just caught up to her when she bounded away, leaving him with nothing but the remains of her tattered blouse in his grasp. Now topless, except for her bra, and with only one shoe, Hermione cringed at Lucius' laughter…which she realized with dread was right in front of her. Her eyes met his in stunned disbelief. How did he move so fast?

"Immobilicor…" She started to cast the freezing spell only to have her wand ripped from her hand and tossed aside before she could finish.

Lucius' eyes were wild with anticipated victory and he grabbed her, spinning her around so that her back was pressed to his front. Neither moved for a second, Lucius relishing his capture and Hermione contemplating her next move. One hand moved around her waist while his other reached around and roughly pulled the right cup of her bra down before grabbing her breast and squeezing. At the same time, Hermione lifted the foot that still had a trainer on and slammed it down on the top of his right foot as hard as she could. Not expecting it, Lucius lost focus and the hand on her breast dropped. Bending her elbow, she slammed it back into his stomach, causing him to grunt and swear spectacularly. His other hand released her.

Off like a shot, Hermione dodged Severus' approach and left the keeled over, gasping blond Slytherin behind her.

Too much adrenaline coursing through her to feel guilty, Hermione had to choose between grabbing her wand from the ground ten feet away or just running. Being a witch, the answer was obvious. The minute she bent to grab the instrument, however, Severus was behind her and captured her. He lifted her off the ground, but her legs were free and she flailed and kicked as hard as she could. Her feet pounded into his knees and calves.

"Stop kicking, you hellcat!" he admonished. His voice was heavy with excursion and she felt a bit of triumph that, at least, she was giving them a good fight.

But Hermione was not giving up. She felt the bottom of her shoe clad foot land solidly against his knee causing him to lose his balance and topple to the ground. His deep voice stroked over a litany of swears just as Lucius had a moment before.

Hermione struggled to get free, but despite his pain, her Master did not let go.

"Bitch, you're going to pay for that," Lucius' no longer controlled voice snapped as her hair was yanked back and her vision met the deep grey, seemingly enraged stare of her former Master. She swallowed heavily as Severus released her to Lucius' control, and she was yanked to her feet.

A slap to her face stunned her more than it hurt. The blond man's eyes were wilder than Hermione had ever seen as he pulled her left bra cup down, leaving both breasts now exposed with hard and puckered nipples. He grabbed her arms before she could react and forced them together in front of her. His right hand held her wrists as his left returned to her breasts where it kneaded her roughly.

Severus had risen to his knees behind her and wrapped one arm around her legs to keep her from kicking or running. His other hand reached around to unbutton and unzip her denims.

Hermione was defenseless as Snape slid her garments down to her ankles. Lucius' victorious gloating look was accompanied by him continuing to fondle her breasts. It was not for his pleasure, though, Hermione realized. It was more to rub it in her face that she was at their mercy. "After I fuck you, I'm going to come all over these," he growled.

Still holding her wrists with one hand, Lucius forced her down to her knees by her hair.

"I've got her," Snape grumbled, allowing Lucius to let go of her wrists. Severus' strong arms were wrapped around her, one above her breasts and one below, so that her arms were pinned to her sides. Her feet were held beneath him between his legs. If he hadn't had her wedged so tightly, she would have kicked up her heels and nailed him right in the bollocks. Unfortunately, not only did he have complete control over her, but her jeans were around her ankles and she knew if she got away, she wouldn't be able to move without toppling over.

Her focus was back on the seemingly maddened wizard in front of her, who had not released her hair and was yanking down his trousers with one hand. She closed her eyes when he wouldn't let her turn her head away as he maneuvered his raging hard on towards her mouth.

"Open," he snarled.

"No", she snapped as she clamped her mouth shut and met his predatory eyes with a defiant stare.

Releasing her hair, he pinched her nose with a malicious smirk. Hermione held her breath as long as she could but after about fifteen seconds, she took a gasping breath at which time his fingers pried her mouth open and he forced himself in. His hand was back to its death grip on her hair as he pressed himself to the back of her throat causing her to gag.

"Don't you dare bite. Suck it, whore."

Hermione's eyes were wide as she tried to relax her throat, something she was normally more than capable of doing. Right now, however, she feared she would vomit. Her issues changed when she felt like she was going to pass out for lack of air.

Lucius could read her too well to let that happen and pulled back enough for her to take gasping breaths through her nose.

"Again," he commanded as he pressed in once more and she felt him up against the back of her throat. He began to lightly rock his hips. "Ahh, that's it. Such a good little cock sucker." Lucius continued to test her breath control as his cock held its prime real estate at the back of her throat. The men were too focused on their control over her to realize she was using her bare foot to toe off her other shoe. It only took a few seconds and she was able to use her right foot to maneuver her left foot out of the pants' leg, altogether. Now, she just needed an opportunity to act. Realizing she was supposed to be resisting, she tried to pull back from Lucius. But it only caused him to tighten his grasp at the nape of her neck and to fuck her mouth faster. Suddenly he pulled back from her and stroked his cock. One. Two. Three pumps of his fist and spurts of warm come were landing all over her nipples and breasts. Severus had released his arms from around her to allow Lucius more skin to aim for.

When he was finished, Lucius took a half step back, looking very much like the cat that had eaten the cream. He released her hair as he continued to leer while fastening himself up.

When Hermione felt the familiar hands of her Master grasp under her arms and lift her to her feet, she knew it was now or never. Noticing Lucius' haughty and gloating sneer, Hermione couldn't resist and slapped the smirk right off his face…hard! Her eyes widened at the feel of her nail scraping his cheek. Immediately she pushed against his chest before he could retaliate, causing him to fall backwards. At the same time, she swung her free leg around and tripped Snape from behind his calves, causing him to fall as well.

"You old men are getting rusty," she taunted before letting out a maniacal cackle of glee and sprinting towards the funhouse, determined to escape. Unfortunately, the denims that were still around her one foot, were within Snape's reach and he grabbed them, causing her to fall onto her hands and knees. Severus was behind her instantly, one arm around her waist and the other fumbling with his belt. When Lucius stepped in front of her, she knew she would not get away. His look was enraged, although it didn't seem to be a rage of anger, more like a fierce revenge he was about to inflict, and she wondered if he knew his skin was bleeding from where she had slapped him.

Catching her line of sight, Lucius swiped at his cheek and then checked his fingers. "Oh, Kitty has claws," he said so quietly she barely heard it. His eyes had such a fire behind them, that if she hadn't been secure in her knowledge that the man would never actually harm her, she would have been terrified. "Get. Down," he commanded as he slid to his knees in front of her while pressing her shoulders into the dirt, leaving her bare arse up for her Master.

Severus gathered her swinging hands into his own and clamped a bruising grip around her wrists, before pinning them to her lower back with a sticking charm. She felt the hard slap of a hand, followed by the whistle of a belt as it sliced through the air. A sharp sting landed on her right butt cheek and then her left.

Bugger, that hurt! The yelp that escaped her mouth was in no way a controlled response.

She heard the clang of the belt land on the ground and then felt a strong grip on her hip. The rough massaging of fingers stroking up her pussy lips caused a mewl to fall from her mouth that sounded foreign to her own ears. As Severus began to move those digits that she loved so much in and out of her, she couldn't help the gyrating of her hips.

"So wet. You're dripping, my little captive."

His words reminded her of the game at play and she shot her knees out straight, causing her belly to land flat on the ground and her feet to make contact with Severus, although she wasn't sure where.

Lucius tightened his grip on her shoulders, as she continued to kick her legs. Unfortunately, her hands were still stuck to her lower back.

"Enough, Kitten. It's over and you've lost. It's time for the men to reap their reward," Lucius taunted.

"If you kick me again, you'll regret it with every fiber of your being." Her lover warned in a deadly tone that caused a shiver to trickle down her spine. She could tell by the slow, deliberate delivery of his words that he meant it. She stilled. It wasn't as though she had any real options. Especially without her wand.

Strong hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto her knees like a rag doll.

She closed her eyes in defeat when she felt him nestle up behind her and slide what she was sure was his cock up and down her wet folds. Her lids fluttered in unwelcome ecstasy when he slid into her.

And then the pounding began. He wasn't gentle. He wasn't considerate. He was claiming his prize. And despite that, Hermione couldn't help it. She was as wet as Niagara Falls and the sloshing sounds of him fucking her only added to her delicious humiliation. If only, for this one scenario, they didn't have to know just how much she was loving this. Her actions might be in character for their roleplaying scene, but her body completely betrayed her. Her pussy may as well have been giving out drinks and cigars to the two men.

And then she felt it. That pull in her core. The telltale sign that an inevitable bliss was about to overcome her. "No oo oo!" she cried out. "Oh..hh .Go..oo..oo..od." The breathily grunted words matched the pace of the cock that was fucking her into the dirt. It was a euphoric hell. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. She didn't want him to know.

"Don't you fight it," she heard him growl out. "Don't you dare!" His normally controlled and silky tone was ragged and raw…and somehow desperate as well. It caused her to lose what small piece of control she had left and her mouth fell open to scream but all that escaped was a wordless whimper as the quickening jolts of pleasure fluttered into an intense wash of ecstasy.

It was all he needed. "Yessss," he hissed as she felt the subtle swell of his cock caress her sensitive walls. When he quickly pulled out and wetness spurted the cheeks of her arse, she felt the fight leave her. She had lost. And while her body was blissed out in the after waves of the undeniably spectacular fucking she had just endured, her brain was reeling from the fact they had bested her. She couldn't help it. She had always been competitive – hence her obsession with grades and the fact that she was a highly sought after defense attorney.

"No need to sound so defeated, Kitten. Save it for later. We're just getting started, after all." Lucius released the pressure on her shoulders, allowing her to use her abdominal muscles to lift her torso off the ground. He smiled tauntingly at the daggers she bestowed him. As if he could read her mind, he grabbed her cheeks and squeezed as he warned menacingly, "If you spit on me, I'll gag you."

Damn. While being gagged was sometimes enjoyable, she would prefer to maintain as many freedoms as she could in this particular instance.

"Up," Severus demanded as he grabbed under her arm and assisted her to stand. Her wrists were still bound but her legs were free. Both men stared at her for minute and she could only imagine what a mess she looked like. Not that she cared.

"The carousel, I think," Severus said simply as he manhandled her elbow and led her towards the ride. Her eyes straight ahead, she gasped when Snape flicked his wand towards the closest horse and it transformed right before them.

Lucius laughed. "Outstanding, my Brother."

"I have my moments. Especially when it comes to this little feline."

"Indeed."

Severus hopped up next to the aforementioned horse and gave Hermione an expectant look.

Well, if he thought she was just going to simply mosey on up there, he had another thing coming, she internally groused as her defiant look met his amused one with its sudden cocked brow.

"Come along, Puss," Lucius drawled, mockingly as he dragged her up.

Puss? Stomping her foot, she couldn't control the rant that spewed from her lips. Enough was enough. She had had it. "Puss? Puss? First, it's Kitten, and then Kitty and then Feline…but now…Puss? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Both wizards grinned.

"You're so cute when you get pissy," Lucius bemused.

"Get the little Lioness up here, will you?" Severus said with a twitch of lips as he slapped the pink saddle of the grey and white horse.

"Gahhh," Hermione exclaimed as she stomped her foot once more. She didn't know why it bothered her so much. She normally liked the endearing little monikers. But right now, she was not in the mood. She had lost. They had defeated her, and she had so wanted to get the better of the two men and escape. (Plus now she wasn't going to get her surprise.) Her competitive side was out in full force. Of course, she could safeword, but that wasn't what she wanted. Despite her temper tantrum, underneath it all, she was loving this, and both Dominants knew it.

Now that Hermione was closer, she could see the finer details of the apparatus. The horse's torso had been elongated and the saddle respectively stretched. Towards the back of the saddle was a rubber dildo. What in the world?

Lucius paused before hoisting her up on the ride's flooring and gave Severus a questioning look.

"I'll take her mouth," the onyx haired wizard clarified.

"Delightful," Lucius snickered. "Okay, Kitty Cat, up on the horsy. Time to ride the pony."

Hermione cut the blond an incredulous glare. "I can't believe you just said that," she offered under her breath. She glanced from one to the other to find equally mischievous and bemused eyes on her. They were enjoying this, clearly.

"I can't mount the thing if my hands remain restrained."

"Of course," Severus replied in his silky tone. The minute her hands were free, she contemplated making a run for it, but knew it would be fruitless. Instead, she grabbed the horn of the saddle and placed her left foot in the stirrup before swinging her right leg up and over. The minute she was seated comfortably, Severus instructed, "Turn around so you are facing me."

Hermione was sitting on the back half of the saddle with the dildo at her lower back but facing the horse's head. The logistics of what was about to happen became clear as she maneuvered around so that she was facing the tail and the dildo was pressed against her front.

Lucius then hopped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Okay, Kitten, lift yourself up and slip down onto the phallus," he whispered into her ear. When Hermione didn't move, he demanded, "Do it!"

Pressing the balls of her feet against the stirrups, she lifted herself and inched forward. When she hesitated, a hard slap landed on her bum. At the same time, Lucius grabbed another fistful of her hair and jerked her head enough to let her know he meant business.

"Okay," she whispered, still irritated they had gotten the better of her. Maybe she should've tried to run one more time. "Okay."

Slowly she aligned her core over the dildo and gently slid down. It was slick and warm, obviously charmed, as it felt nothing like an ordinary Muggle dildo. Once it was encased inside her, she let out a slow breath. She felt very full when it seemed to swell inside her. It felt hard, but pliant. Like it would move with her.

"Now, gyrate back and forth. Get a feel for it," Severus instructed in a quiet, soothing voice. Perhaps he sensed her nervousness. Triple penetration was not something they had engaged in before, but it was scored a five on her checklist, so he knew she really wanted to try it.

After a minute of her rocking back and forth, Severus began to unfasten his belt. Lucius was rubbing her back with one hand while his other maintained its firm grasp of her curly locks. She noticed her hands were stuck to either side of the horse's rear end, another sticking charm. Sticking charms sure are popular with these two tonight.

Once Severus' cock was free, Lucius guided her down and forward so that her chest was pressed against the horse's rump, leaving her mouth right where Severus wanted it.

"Beautiful," her Master whispered. "Open sesame."

Too turned on and enthralled by this experience to fight it, Hermione complied and moaned when the familiar prick slid delicately into her mouth.

"That's it my little whore," Severus cooed. "Suck my cock and fuck the dildo like a good girl."

Hermione's heart was pounding. Damnit if this wasn't turning her on beyond measure. After about a minute of her sucking off her Master, she felt the prodding fingers of Lucius spread her arse cheeks open. The tingle of a lubrication charm was followed by hard pressure as he began to press his way in. She whimpered , and her lips tightened, causing Severus to growl loudly.

"Ahh, yes. Feel it. Feel me slide into your arse." His voice was laced with a mix of his own pleasure and amusement at his partners' response.

She tried to relax as the pressure became more intense. She squealed when the phallus inside her began to vibrate and her clitoris was being stimulated by what felt like a mini jackhammer. She was going to come…and fast. When bright light overtook her vision and intense pleasure rolled through her womb and cascaded like a retreating ocean wave over her body, she mewled and then roared like the cat she didn't want to be. "Grrrrrahhhhh!" she cried out, ripping her mouth away from her Master's cock.

At the same time that she came, Lucius let go of her hair and grasped her hips as he slid all the way in. Her contracting muscles stimulated him to the point of practical frenzy, and he had to force himself not to come immediately.

Severus allowed her a moment to catch her breath and get a hold of her bearings before he grabbed her head and guided her mouth back to where it needed to be. Hermione remained still as she adjusted to the feeling of Lucius lightly thrusting in and out of her arse and Severus doing the same with her mouth. The dildo was still vibrating madly inside of her, causing grunts to release in a steady stream around the cock between her lips.

After a moment, Lucius whispered, "Now, move."

She did. Her head was swimming, her whole body shaking as the aftermath of her orgasm and the continued stimulation became almost unbearable. She had never felt so full. Rocking her hips, she fucked the dildo and Lucius at the same time, all the while feasting on the cock of her Master. Severus didn't crave the deep throating that Lucius enjoyed, so she was able to utilize more technique with her tongue and lips as she sucked him. The moans of her Master were all the encouragement she needed, and she knew he was enjoying her talents.

When the horse began to move slowly up and down, Hermione smiled to herself. Carousels would never be the same for her again. Severus slowly bent his knees and straightened them so that he moved with the ride.

After what seemed like only another couple minutes, Snape froze and held her head still as he panted and let out a throaty grunt. Then he abruptly pulled back and shot his load on her cheeks and mouth. Lucius followed directly, and like before, pulled out and ejaculated on her skin. This time on her lower back. Her breasts, her arse, her face, and now her lower back had all been coated. All part of the scenario she reckoned.

After a moment, the ride stopped altogether. Severus stepped back and tucked himself into his placket as she felt Lucius slide off the saddle behind her. Pressing her feet in the stirrups and using her restrained hands for leverage, she lifted her hips until the rubber cock was no longer inside her. Easing back down on the saddle, Hermione let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion.

Severus laughed as he came up beside her and lifted her off the horse, bridle style. "Tired, Pet?" he asked with tenderness.

"Mmm," she responded with a nod as her head rested on his shoulder.

"To the Manor, I think," Lucius suggested, his voice sounding a bit weary as well. "Some brandy and something to eat, as well. And maybe some pain elixirs," he added as he stretched.

Hermione simply smiled at what sounded like a marvelous idea. She sighed in contended pleasure when Lucius draped a blanket over her and handed her back her wand before ruffling her hair affectionately.

Hermione's attention was pulled to where they were walking when they entered the funhouse. Only, her jaw fell when Severus turned left and opened a secret door that led them through a small passageway and then through another door which landed them in main upstairs hallway. Thereby, they completely bypassed having to walk through the funhouse.

"Heeeey, that's not fair," she pouted.

Her complaint was acknowledged with no more than a snicker from her Master.

Predictable, she thought.

As they made their way down the stairs and towards the office, Hermione felt a twinge of guilt when she realized Severus was limping a bit as he carried her.

Within ten minutes, the three were safely nestled on the couch of Lucius's study with warm brandies and a tray before them with fruit, assorted cheeses, and nuts.

Snuggled between the two men, Hermione heard a soft grunt and peeked to her right to notice that Lucius' brow was tense and wrinkled. Obviously not aware she was watching him, he arched his back slightly and grimaced as he rubbed his lower spine and then his chest.

Taking another sip of her drink and glancing inconspicuously to her left, she noticed Severus was rubbing his right knee and his left calf with the same pained expression as Lucius. She nestled down further into the sofa and covered her mouth with the hand that wasn't holding her drink as she hid a smile. A smile that turned into a giggle.

"This is not funny, young lady," Lucius groused, obviously realizing she was laughing at them. This only made it funnier and her giggles turned into a full-on laugh.

Severus' rolled his eyes and refused to look at her as he winced when it hurt to straighten his right leg.

Forcing herself to show some decorum and sympathy, she suggested in what was a seriously mocking voice, "Perhaps you two should keep a healer on retainer?" Sniffing back a laugh, she added, "Or, maybe our next con non-con should be on an imaginary cloud? Or a children's bounce house?"

When Snape cut her a glare, she lost it. Leaning forward, she was just able to place her drink on the coaster before she fell into full-on guffaws.

"Laugh it up, witch. You're going to get tired of being on top all the time if my knees can't support my weight." Severus replied, warningly.

"Oh, no you don't! You two will not guilt me into feeling bad for fighting you. What did you think would happen?"

Lucius rubbed his cheek, "Do you think this will scar?" Pausing for just a second, he called out, "Tinny!"

When the elf appeared, she just barely contained showing any shock at how ragged the three humans looked.

"Some dittany, please," Lucius said with as much dignity he could muster as the elf shook her head and gave him a disapproving look.

Tinny wasn't fooled. She knew that they had been up to no good. "Yous is too old, Master Lucius," the little elf scolded as she placed her hands on her hips. "Yous should not be rough housing like a small one. Mistress would be most displeased."

Hermione's jaw fell at the outspoken words of the determined little female. She was stunned, all humor wiped from her face, when Lucius didn't explode or reprimand the elf. He merely sighed and offered defeatedly, "Yes, Tinny. I'm sure you are right. But right now, my cheek hurts, and my back is aching."

Tinny's ears wiggled and her eyes softened. She glanced at all three of them and said warmly, "Is alrights, sir. Tinny will fixes you. Tinnys will be right back."

And she was. Tinny and Bilby, both. Cooling salves, dittany, bruise pastes, and muscle balms were slathered and soothed over all their ailments by the two elves. Hermione had not realized she had abrasions on her face and knees until Tinny pointed them out.

When the little angel finished, she banished everything with a snap of a finger and announced she would be back with warm cocoa.

"Wow," was all Hermione said after a minute of silence.

"Yeah, she's… something. Ever since Cissy died, she's become somewhat…motherly," Lucius explained exhaustedly with closed eyes.

Hermione couldn't help the warmth and affection she felt in that moment. Not only for Tinny, but for this blond man next to her who had come so far in his beliefs. A one-eighty if ever there was one. To think that Lucius Malfoy would allow a house elf to reprimand and mother him… it was…bewildering, really.

He's lonely. The thought came to her out of nowhere. But it struck a chord, nonetheless. Taking his left hand, and Severus' right, she kissed first one, and then the other. "Well, I'm glad you have her to look after you." A smirk crept over her mouth. "After all, you're going to need her if you two ever try that again."

Feeling marginally better, Lucius turned to her with lifted brows. "Is that a challenge, Miss Granger?" His eyes were twinkling with warmth when he smiled. "I used to be quite scary, you know."

Hermione exaggeratedly held her palm up towards him. "Oh, I know! Trust me. You and Severus both held the corner market on that score!" Her gaze flounced back to her lover, "But I know you both, now. Big softies." She grinned. "Too soft, maybe…since you couldn't take a few hits and kicks from a five-foot nothing, 50 kg girl."

Unable to take any more, Severus cocked a brow, "Lucius, I believe you are right. This little cub is challenging our manhood."

"Oh, there you go again with the feline monikers."

"Well, you ARE a Gryffindor, love," Lucius pointed out.

"Yes, and you are Slytherin's. How often do I call you snakes?" Her finger tapped her chin in mock consternation. "Or, perhaps I should follow your lead?" A light smile played across her mouth. "Pretzel, Slinky, Slim Jim, Wiggles, Twisty?"

Lucius' jaw fell and he looked at her like she was deranged. "Those are terrible! And are not directly snake related. Not the same at all."

Hermione thought for a minute, "Okay, then. How about… Python? Or a more endearing title, like…Hatchling? Baby Boa? Snaky Boo Boo?"

"I can tell you right now that if you call me any of those things, your bottom will be so sore you won't sit for days!" Severus' voice was firm.

Hermione turned back to her lover. "Oh, Blacky, I would never call you such a thing when I'm submitting. Only when we are hanging out…like now, for instance."

Lucius chuckled at Snape's predicament.

She looked back at him. "Did you realize, Lucius, that snakes that are white, suffer from what is called leucism?" When he simply stared at her, she continued, "I find that most interesting. Albino snakes are white as well, of course, but they have pink eyes. When a snake is white with normal eyes, he, or she, suffers from leucism. What do you think of that?"

"What, were you studying snake disorders or something?" He asked. "How do you even know that?"

"Or did you make it up?" Severus piped in.

Hermione drew in a breath of indignation, "I did not make it up!" She huffed before continuing, "before the boys and I went on the run, I studied a variety of dangerous species we might encounter while searching for Horcruxes, snakes among them." She sniffed haughtily.

"That was… ten years ago, Doll. And you remember that?"

Hermione shrugged, "You'll find I remember most things I read, leucistic Lucius."

His jaw fell. "Did you really just call me that?"

"Hmpf. It seems that I did."

A bark was followed by the sound of rapidly approaching toenails on hardwood. When Cosmo arrived and spotted all three on them on the sofa, Hermione could swear his eyes grew. The dog charged at top speed and bounded on top of them. His tail was wagging so hard it could be registered as a weapon.

"Oof, Cosmo, down boy," Lucius said as he held his hands in front of his face, trying to block the sixty licks per minute the canine was bestowing on his beloved owner.

When the dog finally retreated to the floor, Lucius turned to his friends. "Stay the night?"

Severus looked from his best friend to his girlfriend. Hermione mouthed, "Your choice." While Severus wouldn't admit it, in truth, he loved sleeping at the Manor. It felt much more like a home than his flat. His suite was full of comforts and the bed was most agreeable. Looking back at his best friend, he tilted his head as he replied, "Of course, it's late and we'd love to."

Hermione cupped her hand and whispered something in Snape's ear. He pulled back and met her eyes before nodding with a small smile, his eyes glowed at her in obvious adoration.

"Lucius," Hermione asked, tentatively. "Can I sleep between you and Severus? Will you join us? I mean, just sleep, you know?"

Lucius' heart practically leapt onto the floor when her soft chocolate eyes looked so hopeful. Knowing he would regret it, but throwing caution to the wind, he nodded. "Of course. What kind of host would I be to say no?"

As she brushed her teeth, Hermione's thoughts were completely filled with the two wizards waiting for her in the bedroom. What a night it had been! And such a wonderful surprise that Lucius had joined them. After Lucius had turned down three opportunities to scene with them over the past week and a half, Hermione had feared he wasn't interested anymore. It was a relief to know that wasn't the case.

It's inevitable, though, the practical part of her conscience stated bluntly in her mind.

Well, it's not today, the hopeful and optimistic part of her conscience snipped back.

Placing her toothbrush in its cup, she dried her mouth and stared at her reflection. Her eyes were dancing with renewed energy and excitement. She found she wasn't sleepy at all anymore. She was too happy to be tired. Visions of the three of them propped up against the headboard, with her in the middle, while enjoying the Atlas from Lucius' library she had been dying to read through danced in her head. Perhaps they could plan a trip! Draco and M could come as well. What a brilliant idea! Eager to share her amazing plan, she stopped dead in her tracks when she entered the bedroom.

Really?

Both wizards were sound asleep. Severus was laying on his back on the far side of the monster bed and Lucius was lying on the near. There was a very loud snore coming from the bed as well. Who snored? She had shared a bed with both men before, minimal snoring involved. Definitely not that loud.

Tiptoeing closer, her jaw fell when nestled between the two wizards, where she should be, was Cosmo. With his head on her fluffy down pillow! And snoring like he was singing to his people. The dog's lips vibrated with each draw and exhale and his feet were twitching. He was obviously dreaming of chasing garden gnomes or something.

Bollocks!

So much for reading and researching travel destinations with the two wizards.

"Cosmo," she whispered as she climbed onto the foot of the mattress and started crawling her way up. "Move, Cosmo, you're in my spot!"

Her entire body recoiled when the foulest odor wafted into her nostrils. "Ohhh, Cosmo!" When the dog opened one eye and looked at her before closing it again, she knew. "You did that on purpose!" She glanced from Severus to Lucius. How did they not wake up? If Voldemort had had Cosmo, he could have awoken an entire dead army!

"Move!" she commanded with a more demanding whisper.

When the dog continued to ignore her, she moved closer. Cosmo, sensing her approach, shifted to his left, towards Lucius.

"Fine," she grumbled as she slid in between the fluffy menace and her lover. So much for sleeping next to Lucius as well.

Burying her head in Severus' shoulder, Hermione took one last look at the dog who had stolen her place. When Lucius' arm slid over the fluffy demon spawn, Hermione narrowed her eyes. She could swear Cosmo was smiling.

"I should levitate you to the barn!" she pouted.