A/N: This story is rated M. Content warning: Sexual content (erotica, kidnapping, humiliation), strong language

As you can probably tell by now, the whole French maid / damsel thing is definitely a kink of mine. As for the story itself, I just like the idea that even after surviving Voldemort and the Death Eaters, Ginny and the others still somehow find themselves thwarted by... some random guy they went to school with.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 4

With a mighty slam that shook Ginny to her very core, the enormous mahogany door behind her burst open and smacked into the opposite wall. Whipping around instinctively, she could see clear across the threshold as the dim lighting inside began to brighten. Ginny despaired at what she saw, for there in the center of the room stood a motionless Hermione, standing perfectly upright, her hands folded delicately in front of her and a serene smile on her frozen face.

Ginny felt her insides melt away in shock and disbelief, and felt herself stumbling forward through the door, determined to stop her friend before it was too late. But it was all for naught. Hermione had already curtsied graciously, turned sharply on her heel, and marched enticingly through a hidden passageway and beyond Ginny's reach. The last maid, the surprise winner of this vile contest, reached the wall just as it slid shut right in her face. She slammed hard against it, separated from her friend.

"Hermione! HERMIONE! DAMMIT!"

She wailed and pounded both fists in futility against the unyielding wall until finally all the fight went out of her. She slumped to her knees, her fists and forehead pressed against the hidden door. It was all a trick. A cruel, vile trick at the last moment, that had robbed Hermione of the freedom that was now apparently Ginny's.

"It should have been you..." she sobbed, screwing her eyes up tightly. She was all alone now. How was she supposed to fight this? She had neither Hermione's brilliance nor Luna's inquisitive nature. How in the world could she, Ginny Weasley, be expected to rescue them now? They were all gone, trapped beyond her reach, and at the mercy of this pervert. This freak. Here and now at last, she was the winner. And she had let them all down.

"Cheer up, Ginny," came the hated voice. "There's no need for tears. You've won, after all. You're perfectly welcome to see them right now if you'd like. I insist."

"Why?" she implored. "You lied to us. You said the one who walked through the door could go free..."

"That was all a part of the test. A good maid must always be selfless and deferential, always willing to put the needs of others before their own. You demonstrated that beautifully, and passed with flying colours. Congratulations!"

Ginny refused to believe it. It was an awful ruse, one she could never have seen coming. And Hermione... she was smart enough that she could have easily outwitted Peakes in a fair contest. Instead they had both been tricked, and even now Hermione was probably being displayed as a sexualized prop alongside the other four girls. She opened her eyes and wiped away her tears with one arm.

"Just let them go," she called out.

"I'm sorry Ginny, but they haven't earned that right. But by all means go and see them. It's the least I can do for you before you go home tomorrow."

"I... I can go home? You promise?"

"I swear by the name on your ass, you can certainly go home," he reassured her in falsely soothing tones. "Allow me."

A motorized buzzing sound echoed around the room and filled Ginny with alarm. She looked up and there, inexplicably, was a circular hole widening in the ceiling. Shielding her eyes, Ginny could see the light of day shining down through the newly created manhole. A narrow steel ladder descended swiftly into the antechamber, beckoning her to climb out into the sunlight. Taking a deep breath and filled with the promise of seeing her friends again, Ginny stepped forward and grasped the ladder, taking each rung one tentative step at a time.

She closed her eyes instinctively when she reached the surface. She climbed out of the manhole and stumbled slightly as she allowed her eyes to adjust to the sunlight. Soon enough her surroundings became clear: Ginny was standing in the middle of a pristine, immaculately maintained garden. Beautiful flowers of all colours grew freely on perfectly trimmed waist-height hedges in a world of overwhelming green. The hedges extended half a mile ahead of her, all the way to a tall iron gate. The gate, she discovered, was part of an intimidating fence that encircled the entire garden. She rotated on the spot, trying to get am idea of where the gate might end, and at last she took in the sight of the mansion.

Peakes' mansion was utterly enormous, as wide as she could see and nearly as tall. The brightly coloured brickwork, brilliantly opulent windows, and ornate balconies put Ginny in mind of some childhood fantasy story. It was exactly the sort of paradise estate she could envision being owned by some wealthy lord, someone of far higher esteem than the creep that had imprisoned her here.

He hadn't been lying, at least: It did indeed appear to be far larger than the Training Centre.

Ginny glanced over her shoulder and looked longingly at the gate at the end of the way. Beyond the property she could see long rolling hills and scattered trees, but very little else along the horizon. She knew she'd never get far should she make a break for it, and besides, her friends were inside the mansion. Steeling herself, she faced the gigantic house again and walked tall and confidently along the fine gravel pathway until finally, she reached the stone steps and the large oak doors. She prepared to knock but found that the door creaked open before she could touch it. With only a second's hesitation, she pushed the heavy door open and stepped into the entryway.

She had only gone a few steps when the muffled voices came to life. There in the entryway were Hermione, Luna, Cho, Parvati, and Romilda. All five of her fellow captives were sitting in armchairs, three on the right side of the entryway, two on the left. They were still wearing the maid's uniforms. Their wrists were bound to the arms of the chairs, their ankles to steel footrests protruding from the floor. Each of them had a large red ball gag jammed into their mouths. Aside from their present bindings, each of them appeared fully, mercifully, in control of their own bodies, as they struggled eagerly when they saw Ginny enter. The large oak door slammed shut behind Ginny, trapping her in the mansion at last.

"Welcome home, Ginny!" came the hated voice of Jimmy Peakes. "Please, pick that up on the table to your left, and have a seat right next to Luna."

She glanced down at the tall, delicate table beside her in the entrance hall to see a ball gag as bright red as the ones currently silencing her friends. Hating every minute of this, she grudgingly reached down, forcing her hand not to shake, and picked it up. She stuffed the rubber obstruction into her mouth and fastened the black leather straps behind her head, taking care not to pinch hair or skin in the process. When it was securely in place, she walked to the only vacant chair, the last one on the left side of the entryway, and sat gingerly beside Luna. The steel chair was mercifully covered by a plump white cushion, protecting her exposed backside from the cold metal.

"Arms in legs in place, like the others, if you don't mind."

Her heart rate quickened as she knew what she was submitting to. How long would he keep them adorning this hallway? She had no time to contemplate that, but did as she was told. Snap. Thin bands of steel appeared and held her wrists and ankles in place. She was now as utterly helpless as the others. She had apparently won this horrible contest, but the last thing Ginny Weasley felt like in this humiliating state was a winner.

"Now that everyone's back together again, I want to say that I hope you enjoyed your time in the Training Centre. You've all had some time to get used to the uniform and how to adapt to its restrictions, and performed very well in the five tasks set before you. Some more than others.

"I wanted to take this opportunity to explain a little bit about this place, since you're going to be calling it home for quite some time. You see, shortly after graduating Hogwarts, there were several... anomalies discovered in the Muggle world. How to describe them... I suppose a good term would be "pocket dimensions", relatively small spaces where time behaves differently than it normally would. Recent studies have theorized that the properties of these pocket dimensions helped lead to the creation of Time Turners many years ago. I was very curious to see one of these dimensions for myself, and once I discovered it, I set to work at once. I used all the magic I had at my disposal to construct this very mansion and the surrounding grounds. That's right, girls. We are in a new and exciting world, a pocket dimension to call my very own!"

Ginny's heart was pounding. Her breathing came in loud and uncontrollable fits, but she refused to let herself miss a word of what Peakes was saying.

"Once the mansion was complete, I decided that as long as I were in a time-displaced world, no one would really miss anyone who came here. I found that out when I spent several days of summer vacation in my mansion, hosting my friends and colleagues at a party for the ages. When we had sobered up and returned to our own world, we discovered to our immense surprise that only a few minutes of real time had passed. Isn't that incredible?"

Ginny's eyes welled up with tears. She looked across the entryway at Hermione, who appeared to be putting the puzzle together just as she herself had. Here at last was the terrible truth.

"This means that we can spend as much time here as we please, and people back home will barely notice our absence. Once I made that discovery, I decided it was time to have a little fun. Right away, I thought of the six most beautiful women to ever attend Hogwarts. I could hardly wait. I set to work using a specific combination of magic and Muggle sciences to construct the maid uniforms you girls are pulling off so beautifully. They are irreversibly bonded to your bodies unless I decide to program them otherwise. They're keeping you fully hygienic, and even reducing your own sensations of physical pain! Haven't you noticed how your ankles and feet feel perfectly fine despite spending so long wearing those stiletto pumps? It's remarkable! And best of all, those golden charms around your necks are programmed to neurologically override your motor functions while wearing the uniforms. It sends a small, subliminal suggestion to your brain, so subtle you barely even notice it. And yet you find yourselves powerless to resist, as five of you have graciously demonstrated after failing your respective tasks. As for Ginny..."

And here Ginny's ears perked up, as Peakes' revelations had replaced all traces of hope with dread.

"As the winner, you have earned the right to go free tomorrow. Here in our pocket dimension, however, you'll find that that will be quite a bit longer than twenty-four hours. As for the rest of you, goodness knows how long you'll be here. The seven of us have quite a lot of time to get to know each other, I'm happy to say."

She didn't believe it. She refused to believe it. She had a home, a life, a family, and if what Jimmy Peakes was saying were true, they still had not even noticed she was missing. It was all too terrible to contemplate. Even now, however, her anger overshadowed her despair. Anger, she decided, would keep her going. He had deceived her every moment that she had been here, but she refused to go down without a fight. Whatever humiliations he might put her through, Ginny Weasley vowed then and there that she would fight him with every ounce of her being.

"Oh, I almost forgot my last wondrous discovery. One of the properties of this particular pocket dimension that I was able to harness is a magic-proof barrier. As long as you are on these grounds, only I have the power to disable it and allow the use of magic. Astounding, isn't it? A new reality, the merging of magic and science... you'd be shocked to discover what the Muggles have been up to all these years while everyone else in the Wizarding World is still using parchment and quills... All right, that's enough stalling."

A steady, mechanical hum brought Ginny sharply to her senses. In a matter of seconds, the metal chairs had reclined, and the pedestals that held their ankles raised up and spread apart considerably. Ginny was quite embarrassed to realize that all six of them were now on full display, their ankles held fast and their legs spread wide apart. She felt her face reddening severely.

"Before I give you girls the big tour, I thought we'd have a brief welcoming ceremony. You'll be happy to know that there is one specific garment of your uniforms that can move about freely. You do have to use the bathroom now and then after all, so in that spirit I thought we'd have one final contest. When your wrist bindings are released, you are free to enjoy yourselves as much as you please. I promise I won't touch you. The last maid to reach climax will be restrained at once, and find themselves unable to pleasure themselves for the duration of their stay. Any questions?"

The sound of six hysterical muffled voices filled the air and echoed around the mansion entryway.

"None? Very well, then. Have fun, ladies, my six beautiful house maids, and welcome to the Peakes Estate!"

The wrist manacles retracted at once. No one moved. Ginny and the others looked at one another in shock and disbelief. And then, it was as if a starting pistol had gone off, as all six of them reached down and went to work, fingering themselves in desperation.

It was utterly demeaning, Ginny thought as she tugged the silk panties aside with her left hand and worked on herself with the right. None of this was deserved. She was a good woman, a strong, talented, and dynamic woman who had survived countless dangers and worked tirelessly to build a life for herself and her family, and within a single day she had been reduced to this. It was so outrageous to her that she did not realize that several minutes had passed and she was still nowhere near climax. A low moan at her right and suddenly Luna's chair was whisked sharply backward into a hidden passage behind the wall. She had evidently been the first to come, leaving only five of them. She had hardly registered that thought when another moan reached her ears. A chair on the opposite wall retracted into another hidden passage, signaling that Romilda too had relieved her own arousal.

Ginny could no longer afford to concentrate on anything but herself. Screwing up her eyes tightly, she took deep breaths and forced herself to think of Harry, of Dean Thomas, of Michael Corner, of anything in the world that would help her achieve release.

Minutes passed, and panicked breaths echoed in Ginny's ears. She refused to let herself acknowledge any of them. She could not, must not, be the last. And then came the unmistakable sound of Hermione's voice.

"Oh... ohhh... ohhhmmMMMMMMM" she whimpered behind her gag.

And with that, Hermione's chair was whisked backward. She was free to touch herself as often as she pleased, and it was now down to Ginny and her two final competitors. Panic was setting in in earnest. Ginny's hand was a blur, as she wet her fingers on the drool collecting under her gag and worked herself as furiously and passionately as possible. Nothing in the world mattered more than that she be permitted to come.

An escalating, panting moan, the last sound Ginny wanted to hear. Against her better judgment, she opened her eyes to see that Parvati was gone. She locked eyes with the last maid, sitting directly across the entryway from her. Cho stared right back, a flicker of fear in her beautiful features. Ginny acted first, closing her eyes tightly, leaning backward as far she possibly could, even arching her back in anxiety, willing herself to the very edge. She could hear Cho trying achingly to do the same.

It was almost time...

She was so close...

I'm sorry, Cho...

With a shiver that built steadily before crashing over her body in pleasurable waves, Ginny bit down hard on her ball gag to let out a long squeal of relief that drew out into a whimper as she felt gleeful release at last.