Disclaimer: Everything you recognise belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling

I keep having thoughts swirling around my head and I just can't get them out. So with the family's giant dictionary and a giant cup of coffee let my imagination run with my finger tips.

Last time: He dropped her to the floor. He walked back and redressed himself. 'Please master, let me cum' her week voice made him stop. He walked back to her and removed the clamps. He walked back to the table picked up the last and unused object and returned to her. 'Spread your legs, slut' She did and he slipped the vibartor between her lower lips and turned it on 'Pull and push it till you come whore then walk to your room and wash. You will want to be ready to wake me at six sharp in the morning' He turned and left her to masturbate by herself. A look of satisfaction on his face.

'Where the fuck is she? It's 7 in the morning.' He mumbled to himself. He had dreamt about waking up to her, giving him head. He was hard with only remembering how good she had felt wrapped around his shaft.

There was a tentative knock at the door, he looked up and watched as the door swung open. His slave stood there looking scared, tired, and a vibrating sound came from between her legs. 'You're late; I said 6 sharp did I not? What's wrong you look like shit, did you not prepare yourself for me?' He back handed her. 'Answer me whore!' he roared.

'y...yes master, I am sorry' her voice wavered and her knees bulked as she hit the floor.

He sneered at her. 'Get up; get on all fours on my bed with your cunt facing me. NOW!' he ordered.

She moved slowly from the floor and onto the bed taking her position on all fours facing away from him. She felt him remove the dildo and move to stand in between her legs. 'I will punish you till you wish you were never born, do you know how? Hummm... well I'll tell you. Your cunt will be used as my cock holder, but if I am not buried in your cunt this will be' he gestured to the dildo still in his hand.

He slammed into her and she felt herself tare, tears streamed down her face as she was pounded into. His merciless assault on her body left her in a puddle of need. And then she felt him cum in her, a warmth spread through her womb. He lied on top of her and waited till she was no longer wet before pulling out. Hermione's face screwed up in pain, as she felt him jerk out and then force the dildo back in. Turning it on, he brought her to the edge before stopping, and turning it off.

You will be feeling this all the time; you will be in desperate need to release all the time. Now I am late. You are coming with me' He flicked his wand and the dildo started again, her clothes changed and her hair became glossy and clean but the bruises remained. 'We are going to a party tonight; you will be at my side at all times. You will continue with all my rules, if you don't I will share you with every single other male there. Got that? If you follow all my rules you will be rewarded for your good behaviour. The gown you will wear is in your room you will go there when I am finished.' He dressed and walked out the door. She followed.

They arrived at a breakfast bar; he sat with two plates in front of him piling one to the top. The other with a few pieces of fruit and some bacon. He collected two glasses and filled both to the top with juice and then prepared himself a cup of coffee.

'Observe, you will prepare my dishes when we are here if there is anyone besides us then I will do it.' He took a sip of his coffee and picked up that day's prophet and scowled. 'Master? What is it?' Hermione's voice was full of concern.

'Come here...lay forward on the table that's it, leg's, now read at will' He slowly moved in and out of her. At first it hurt but soon after she could feel herself coming to the edge, but she couldn't fall. Her eyes flew across the page, but the harder he pushed into her, the harder it became to concentrate on the swirled words upon the page.

She finished reading the passage and pushed back into him. He groaned in her ear, so she did it harder. She continued till he had cum in her pussy. He pulled out, Hermione whimpered from the loss of friction. He sat back on his chair and pulled her onto his lap. 'Ride me how you wish to, you will be rewarded.' She began to rise from her position and slowly lower herself onto his shaft. She came, and stars flashed behind her eyes. Her juices spurted out around his member. He picked her up and walked her so she was pressed against the wall, and began to pound into her. Her moans made him thrust harder.

They came at the same time; he pulled out and kissed her neck and aciod the dildo from the table. He walked them back 'on your knees and suck me off' He order to her. He placed his hands in her hair and forced her mouth all the way down him. She swallowed till she was at the hilt. He thrust into her mouth as if it were her cunt. The sensation as he came in her mouth was a new one for Hermione. Like a segment of orange once bitten into and the juice hits the back of your throat.

He covered himself up and pulled Hermione by her hair to sit in his lap then hand fed her, her breakfast while helping her masturbate with the dildo.