Chapter 4
Notes:
Another installment. Kreacher ends up part of the mix but mostly in a non-sexual way. I understand if it still squicks tho.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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"Hermione, the best case is he keeps you on a leash for the rest of your life."
"It might not seem like it but this is exactly what I need. During the war, I felt so responsible, so pressured to be good and perfect and figure out all the details and to turn over control to a sadistic Slytherin..mmmmm...I just can't tell you how wonderful that feels. Deep down I think there's always been a part of me that wanted something dark like this. Maybe I am just a mudblood."
Harry and Ron were taken even more aback by her use of the term mudblood to describe herself. And instead of sounding sad about it she sounded happy about that thought. "Don't say that, Hermione," Ron gasped.
"Wanting something dark is one thing – " Harry started reasonably.
But Hermione cut him off, shaking her head, "Even if it wasn't what I wanted, it can't be undone. The bond is for life and deeply rooted. Can't you just be happy for me? I finally feel like I found the right place to be."
When lunch ended, Harry and Ron both got up and walked gingerly with their raging boners.
Draco worked on her, convincing her to go with him to the Manor. She was fearful but he coaxed her to stay for one week, then two as the week went on. Eighth year students were given wide lassitude with vacation. Narcissa was visiting friends in Belgrade for the rest of the month. Despite her fears, Hermione went.
Draco pampered his slightly unhinged precious pig, trying to give her the assurance she needed. He wrapped her in the most luxurious fabrics, he brought her the richest, most delicate treats to eat, there were things for her clothes, accessories, stationary, and things like what he had seen her use at school. There were a lot more books as well. He wanted her to feel comfortable in his room. He wanted to make it into a haven for her. He even let her listen to muggle music and had watched a couple shows with her, surprising her that he knew how to do that. He was happy he'd tolerated it though when he convinced her to watch muggle porn with him. It was really special watching the most extreme use of muggle whores with his very own mudblood fuckpig. He loved how much it turned her on to see others of her kind treated rough. On the second day, Hermione was doing so well he blindfolded her and had her on the pixie leash crawling into the dungeons with him, but she was so frightened he comforted her and took her back to his room and put on a fucked up porn and played with her before fucking her.
"What's that?"
"It's a chastity clit ring cincher from the early 1200s. Made of enchanted copper. It's one of a collection that's been in the Malfoy family for most of the time since. It's believed a wizard from Transylvania who wanted to control the arousal of the muggle whores in his brothel developed the first one. Their use spread rapidly and they were quickly improved upon with other enchantments, like this one. It's believed to be the earliest known chastity clit cincher in existence that was also enchanted with the popular modification of also giving the ring's Master absolute control over the well-chastened one's magic. In the late 1800s Taurus Malfoy, a genius, further modified this ring so that the Master's intentions can control the cincher, punishing or rewarding the wearer's choked button." Draco felt pride watching the face of his anal pig change from curiosity to awe and trepidation. "I've decided how I want to tie up my slave pussy. I am going to use this cincher and a slave tag in the first stage of a ritual known in the annals of Malfoy history as the 'passion of the mule.' The first step in the ritual is called 'chastening the mule.' Is that ok with you, Hermione? If I keep your naughty bud choked in chastity from now on? You're going to be so house trained for when my father gets home. I won't even worry about it after this ritual is over." He held up the tiny copper ring between his fingers. "Ready to try chastity?"
"Spread em!" He ordered with a smarting slap to her inner thigh that she responded to reflexively. "Let's fit your nice little clitty in the cincher. I can't wait to see you in it and I'm excited about this ritual." Draco rubbed her clit expertly and efficiently teased, pinched and drug it through the tiny metal loop, hoping he impressed the profusely sweating, squealing, helplessly whimpering girl with his ability to thread masterly her swollen but malleable flesh through a veritable eye of a needle. Once again his girlfriend made him feel like the most powerful man alive. Her magical force drummed in his chest powerfully accessible to his direction because his submissive slut had allowed him to coax her into such questionable and subjugated surrender for his sexual pleasure and power and her sweet love button was under his stern, intimate hold through the ring that he reflexively practiced tightening. "This is great," he couldn't help saying as Hermione made the most delightful whimpering.
"Oooo ooo ooo Master I don't think I can take this! Please it's too much! Ouchie!"
"Hush, Granger. You're going to take it anyway – It looks great on you. I like seeing your angry little ruby sticking out for me like that. Don't make me have to chasten it further. Something about seeing you like this makes me really want to torment your cute bud. If you don't want to earn more punishment, you better take this time to practice keeping your legs spread for me and your pelvis thrust toward me submissively offering me my chastened button whenever it's in bondage," he ordered the struggling girl. "It looks great on you. I like seeing it stick out like that and I have complete control over it. Cute little mudblood slaves were having their tender buttons pulled through tiny chastity rings by Pureblood masters for millenia, I'm sure, and now you have yours. Damn, it looks good on you." It just looked right to him. Hermione's bud sticking out so prettily, so silly, at the mercy of his whim.
At Hermione's cringing whines, Draco let out a deep long breath. "Good, slave. How does our tight love bracelet feel?"
"It hurts, Master It's too much. It feels too hot! It's going to fall off!"
"If it wasn't so aroused, it wouldn't be feel so tight, mudblood. Just calm your slutty clit down like a good girl and it won't be so bad. Now –"
"Ah!" Hermione felt a soft pressure and tugging force on her trapped clit and sensations down her pussy jolting her as she made sense of the thin pixie leash that simultaneously appeared in Draco's hand. She looked down and saw the delicate leash trailed down her pussy from where it was attached to the bottom of her clit ring, tugging the ring down.
"Don't worry the ring won't fall off, it will only tighten and there is special resilient slave magic to keep it from ripping your clit off. Taurus Malfoy also added a pixie leash the owner can manifest from the ring, which is one of the reasons I've been training you with them. It looks darling on you. Now there's just one more step to make that nubbin perfect for your Master." Draco took out a wicked-looking needle. "Time to skewer my mule."
Suddenly Hermione was hanging upside down spread legs chained to a broom, her weighted down breasts falling heavily with a sudden flop over.
"Aaaa! Please Draco, have mercy!"
"Take out my dick and squeeze with both of your hands," Draco ordered calmly as if she hadn't spoken.
Hermione awkwardly did as she was told, whimpering pitifully as she felt her poor, choked nubbin pinched roughly and pulled out while something cold made contact with her flesh. Hermione did her best to squeeze her boyfriend's dick pleasurably as it throbbed powerfully in her hands, jerking as if it were a fish jumping out of water. "Hold that dick, Mudblood. Put your hands on it the long way on the length of my dick and roughly stroke. Yes, yes." Draco said breathily, "Keep your hips still. This will only take a moment. Oh fuck! Take my tag!"
Hermione screamed as the needle impaled her engorged flesh, was pulled out, and another hard something was fit through the hole as Draco's cock jerked wildly in her hands and sprayed her entire upper body.
He admired his handiwork on the poor keening girl. Her poor engorged clitoris was choked cruelly by an ancient copper ring and pierced with a small bar that read in tiny letters, Property of Draco Malfoy as people in Ancient times tagged their fuckpigs. He couldn't help himself from flicking the poor thing with his fingers as his modifications made it stick out prominently, both cutely and ridiculously, somehow begging for punishment. Then he got out a camera, took some pictures, and flicked it some more, incredibly impressed and adjusted the levitating broom to fit his cock down Hermione's gullet to work out a nut while he admired and tormented her darkening bean.
"Excellent. No knickers under your dress. Your new clitty leash needs to dangle freely while in my grip. Now let's go to lunch. No, that's not right. Get on your hands and knees. Leg over that leash, it's going to dangle behind you. That's right. And after lunch, my chastened pig, we'll continue our exquisite rituals."
Draco tied her leash to her chair with some tautness. They ate lunch. Draco taught her he could reward her as well with light caressing sensations the ring could induce on her clit and did so whenever she said something that made him laugh or told him some new detail about herself. She was helpless as her quick quips caused her to lose her grip on reality as the tantalizing caressing sensations tormented her but she could not find relief till she was begging him which he found deliciously fun. He appreciated how she kept humping her pelvis toward him and spreading her legs trying to present her punished nubbin for relief even with her dress on. He took great delight in threatening to let Kreacher discipline her poor little clit if she couldn't be more quiet. He kept prompting her to eat but when it seemed useless he told her he'd allow her to just finish the soup so long if she slurped it all down in one go. It made for a thrilling and enjoyable meal!
As Hermione never resisted, Draco had taken to explaining to her what he was going to do with her, which he enjoyed. "This one's for masochistic bitches who only want pleasure for their masters and none for themselves. I'm really going to go a long way in molding you into my pig – err, mule – tonight. I hope that's all right with you. I'm really excited. How does that make you feel?"
"I'm scared but I want to trust you. It excites me to think about being your pig. But are you really going to turn me into one?"
"I'm going to turn you into a very special kind of pig. My mudblood pig. Doesn't that turn you on?"
"Yes, Master.".
Draco made no bones about turning Hermione into a pig as soon as they got into the room. He roughly and lustily took off her dress, tied her hands behind her back, and pushed her over the ottoman and ordered Kreacher to plug her arsehole with an enormous pig tail plug that had a coil of anal beads at the end of it as he watched, jerking his dick. "Stuff her arse, Kreacher. I want to see that cute little corkscrew tail on my bitch." Kreacher took to the task with aggressive gusto.
"Stupid mudwhore, liking whatever Master gives you, even an elephant radish up your arse. I can smell nasty pussy to draw Master to greedy trap. Bad mudblood!" Kreacher smacked her arse under the tail and mumbled exasperatedly as he tied up her breasts around the middle bisecting each of them and then clamping a small vise with a large ancient key ring filled with skeleton keys on each nipple, heavily dragging her generous chest low. She could hear Draco groaning at her treatment and it turned her on even though it deeply unsettled something inside of her to be handled in such a way by the unpleasant elf. Kreacher moved on to giving her adorable light brown pig ears and then clamping a large metal bangle to her tongue. She looked to Draco desperately. He met her gaze keeping up a steady yank on his cock no matter her expression. Kreacher then put on her nose hooks, but there was more to them than there had been before. Not only were there hooks that pulled her nostrils up but now there were hooks that pulled her nostrils wide. She looked like a well and proper pig and he couldn't wait to turn the passionate lover into nothing but an unfulfilled receptacle of his cum.
"Modern mudblood chatelaine slut now," Kreacher quipped.
"Leave us Kreacher I need some personal time with dick-joy. I will summon you when we need you."
He made sweet, sweet love to her in her ridiculous getup. He caressed and teased her clit bar and told her how beautiful it looked on her and how much it meant to him that she had a chastened, pierced bud now just because it turned him on. He made love to her more gently than he ever had before, but she didn't come. Draco caressed and toyed with the cinched nubbin. It banged into the corner of the ottoman as he fucked her over it, but she didn't come. Draco dumped load after load up her keister. He began getting meaner and meaner after each nut and began chanting words that made her feel like she couldn't get off all fours and the keys swung like heavy chandeliers on her tits. She was begging, literally frothing at the mouth for an orgasm, but he just took it in stride, dumping load after load, and using his power of the ring to keep a extra firm grip on her naughty clit. He was tugging it mightily at this point and eventually yanking on it as his girlfriend screamed pitifully in hysterics from the pain and her need for an orgasm. He was happy to work out his nuts efficiently, like he was using a splooge towel. When he was finally done having all the milky tension nursed from his dick into his anal cumrag, Hermione was a crying, shaking mess on the floor. She even seemed to cum a few times, though very painfully.
He looked down proudly at her throbbing and chastened predicament, her prominent bud inflamed and unrelieved and felt like he had done a good job.
Draco summoned Kreacher.
"Oooo nasty mudblood, has slave cums. Kreacher can tell. Punish mudblood, Master!"
Draco chanted words from a dark magical realm. Hermione felt a kind of rigid obedience and elation take over her all-fours position. She suddenly felt open to suggestion, direction. She watched in horror as Draco solemnly handed over her clit leash to the house elf transferring a strand of their bond to the elf that felt like it was splitting open her whole body.
"I'm done with her for now Kreacher. I just want her to do a little clean-up and you can punish her as you see fit, but don't go overboard, you will help me take care of her as I train her. She responds well to you, I can tell. I have some business to take care of but I will be back some time in the evening. In the meantime, I've left you instructions with words to say and activities to do to continue the ritual and turn you into her Master. This mudbitch needs all your expertise with animal husbandry. But if you scare her too much you will anger me. Now look, I leave you with a beautiful vase filled with the reedy sticks that are ideal in switching chastened cunts, I believe you'll find. Here are two nice heavy clamps for her pussy lips. I think it would be quite beneficial if you let her cup her leashed, clamped, cinched pussy and encouraged her to rock herself on her hand to encourage slave cums. Remember you're conditioning her for your Master's use. Here use this as your care bucket." Draco got his cleaning, stuffing his whole cock down her throat while commanding, "Suck, that's it. Suck every bit of arse" and humming as he smiled down at her and dragged his enormous throat corker out of her mouth and tossed the limp girl at Kreacher's feet
"I will not forget, Master! I knows just how to treat your long pig. First, I shall refit her shameful tail. We keep arse just how Master like," prescribed the house elf rifling through the contents of Hermione's care bucket. He is happy and rejoices at the propriety of his Master's actions to find five vibrators, hand cuffs, a shock stick or magical taser, lengths of rope, various suppositories, a leather hood, three whips, two crops, four canes, two paddles, her hair brush, a cat of nine-tails, fetters, a ball, dildo, ring gag, four mousetraps, some feathers and a funnel. He immediately put some itching powder he finds in the bucket on her chained little clit and enjoys stroking her tied off, swollen button, that stands comedically tall on her tiny pussy, with the reed switch.
"Hey baby, I thought it'd be really hot and convenient if I tied you to my elf. He's magically now your secondary Master structurally in the bond. But don't worry, he still answers to me. Is that okay with you, darling, being lower than my elf? - Fuck! It makes me so hot! Your Master needs his freedom and this will free up my hands by delegating some of your care. Now try and do as Master Kreacher says and make him happy. Don't worry he sees sex with a mudblood as beneath him." Draco chuckles. "He's going to continue the ritual for a bit and when I'm back we'll be ready for the next part. Now you can start by kissing and licking that long stick in his hands. That's the 'dressing of the mule' and 'mule's breaking.'"
"She grovels naturally, Master," Kreacher sneered smugly
"Now beg him to whack that clitty with it."
"Please Master Kreacher, please hurt my clitty so Master Malfoy can find out how much I like the care of the creature-servant he has chosen to be my new master."
"Bye, beautiful."
Kreacher hurt her clitty very much for a time, having firm thoughts about the handling of mudbitches. He continually pinched itching powder onto her seethingly irritated clit and then struck it with a stick experimentally, while looking very smug. "Quit lazing! Master Draco, left instructions. This way."
Kreacher delighted in his new power over his Master's long pig and its naughty, wonderfully chastened clit and whacked it lobbingly with the suggested reed as he led her crawling agonizingly slow down the grand staircase. "Enormous pig tail really suit destroyed ugly arse. Pleasingness of worthless fuckpig to Master's cock is only fuckpig value. Giantness of object in arse look stupid. It will please Master to be seeing his cockpig looking so stupid. Mudblood make into better piece of trash to milk Master's cursed poison out into." He paraded her before his amused brother house elves and made her learn complicated dog tricks to amuse them. He even let the other elves hold her clit cincher leash and walk her with one of the reeds in hand. Then Kreacher hooked her up to what was a magical lawnmower and made her work the field while he sat atop a buggy behind her with his switch. He had great fun running her into the muggle village, long under Malfoy control, like in the olden days. He loved showing off a well-chastened pig flagrantly before the muggles from the Malfoy's servant village and relished her humiliated tears.
"Here I got you another gift, baby. I can't wait to see if you like it." Kreacher discreetly handed the clit leash to his Master and Hermione stuck out her turgid bud and danced toward him at his enthusiastic yanks. She can tell Draco is loaded and when he unleashes his cock for her she can smell another girl's arse on it and can tell he expects her to clean it up with her mouth like she enthusiastically does when it's her own arse to please him. She wants to protest but he just looks at her intensively with the half-hard, uncut, smelly member between them and her lips slowly find themselves sucking the rank, slimy massive appendage. Draco drags his dick from her suckling lips, jeering down at her, and rests his filthy cock and crusty balls on her cute bald head with an expression of absolute triumph, before dragging his meat down her face and grabbing the back of her head to wipe and mop her face in the residue of his unfaithful conquest. "Oh, fuck, clean your Master." He spoke more words in the dark language continuing the ritual and shoved his filmy prick down her throat. "You're my cuckquean now, fuckpig," he informed her, pumping his dick deep in her throat. He then brought the stinky cockhead into her mouth and was pleased by the slavish, passionate way she kiss-sucked his mushroom and began to lick-slurp a little down his thick stalk with her eyes closed in intense shame and her cheeks inflamed. "I see how turned on you are cleaning a mudblood sister whore's arse off my dick. You're going to have a lot of cleanup to do from now on and you are such a little slut it's going to be your favorite activity, I can tell. You are loving this right now. Mmmm, this part of the ritual by the way is loosely translated to 'the crowning of the mule.' Earlier, with Kreacher was the 'mule's drudgery.' Oh baby, I love turning you into my little livestock, but don't worry, you might have a pronounced desire to be on the floor or on all fours more often – trust me, it's so incredibly sexy, my father kept a few fuckpigs that way – and you may feel yourself having more of a beast-like persona some of the time, but there are really wonderful protections like added resilience and quicker healing, but as I've promised you, I'll never use the real Malfoy mudblood slave ritual on you, only fun colorful ones like this one to help bring out your natural tendencies. Now get off my cock and turn around. You can finish cleaning it once I've reacquainted my pipe with your sturdy chute. I find I've grown accustomed to the punishment you can take and the slut I was with was too delicate. It got me off converting a relative mudblood innocent, persuading her to let me arsefuck her, making her practice her gapes and even making her nastily taste herself, but I was annoyed having to be careful with her. I still have a lot of aggression to work out. Now arse up! Kreacher and I want to see our pig shit its new tail."
"Kreacher says like this, Master." Kreacher pushed the mudblood by the arse and gripped her upside down from the floor, positioning her back against the divan so that her arse was above her face where she rested on the floor.
"Excellent, Kreacher. If you are overcome you are permitted to cum anywhere on our fuckbeast. Remember, elf cum is an irritant to mudblood skin. I wouldn't be opposed to our fuckbeast wearing the shameful mark of her new master and one of my most loyal servant's elf splooge."
"Sir you are so generous to Kreacher, but Kreacher would not touch the whore with a ten foot pole, sir, except to beat her shameful fanny with it. I know you wizards be needing to work out all that powerful dark, perverse magic in a shame pig. But they is just too disgusting, Master, please do not make me."
The long pig shat out the immense corkscrew anal balls pigtail and with it a hug yellow, brownish milky mess that splat like a geyser from her hole. Both Draco and Kreacher laughed uncontrollably at the ridiculous spectacle of their personal anal fountain. The plug she only barely was able to wrest from her rim after much deep concentration and pig-like grunting. It thunked her heavily on the face, plug and anal beads covering her face before falling off on the floor and then a yellow milky spurt escaped from the large spongey maw of her unplugged gaping arse and continued to trickle steadily painting her body and pooling on her already well-splattered and recently bruised and scraped face. Draco was proud of her for holding her position allowing all that good arse sauce to continue to defile her. He liked watching it stop up her hooked wide nostrils. He and Kreacher chanted more even between giggles. Draco fucks her in that position injecting another powerful load into her spongy ass.
He then sits on Hermione's head with his cock down her throat, working it in and out.
He had been on the fence, but Draco has Kreacher house Hermione in the stables for the night, ending the ritual with the optional stage "the stabling of the mule," before having himself another peaceful night's rest.
Hermione spends the rest of her stay mostly in the extremely restrictive bondage gear, crawling around on the floor in the care of one of her masters.
Draco has no problem getting Hermione to go in the dungeons now or any of the less savory parts of the manor or grounds. She is his fuckbeast who'd obediently follow him wherever he went. He likes to lead her perversely into the dark, cold, dangerous place of much historical pain and death and strap her down to something and live out some of his schoolboy fantasies of Hermione's imprisonment at the Manor. He didn't necessarily want Granger to be caught, but if she was he had imagined he'd help her escape, sometimes in his fantasy he made her service his cock and sometimes she serviced him in gratitude for helping her escape. Sometimes she had been caught in the dungeons and there were a lot of pretexts in which he had sex with her or was given her. Little did he know that she'd need so little encouragement to become a fuckbeast like this, led around on an enchanted clit cincher leash on all fours in her bondage gear, with her bald head, and her clit painfully bound. He now makes no bones about taking his lover down to dungeon and strapping her onto device after device and living out many fantasies, lurid escapes during the war that still thrilled him now.
He was proud at how well she took to Kreacher's beast training. She was now quite the prodigious and industrious livestock for him. Kreacher was at her mercilessly having her till fields, draw carriages, and run laps and the war heroine did a fine job at all her menial tasks and continued to improve through hard work and torments. Draco was thrilled how much laborious work Hermione now did for him like an actual beast. Even more efficiently Kreacher had requested and Draco had granted that he be allowed to feed Hermione kitchen scraps, which he did mostly using something like a horse feed bag, happily depositing nutritious garbage into her special mask. "Tasty, tasty," the repugnant Master Elf now frequently sang with happiness before shoveling more food, vegetable peelings, fibrous hulls, whatever scraps Draco left of his meal all mixed up.
Of course Draco did let her out of most of her bondage attire and fed her delicacies in his room some of the time. He also permitted her to have lunch or dinner with him in the great hall albeit smaller portions with the option of more of her scraps on a plate on the floor by his feet. However, he didn't give her any relief from the cruel little ring around her inflamed bud, although he had originally thought he would, because he loved her slave cums and they just kept getting more violent and amusing to him and she was more and more willing to beg and grovel for that painful relief.
In fact, he enjoyed this domestic setup more than he anticipated. There was something so soothing and peaceful about having his fuckpig there trudging and toiling for him in the background while he enjoyed his vacation and took care of business matters while she was there if he needed some relief or if he'd gone out and left another treat for her on his dick and needed a servile cleaning job. He had to admit though his favorite times during this vacation were when he let her out of most of her restrictive bondage and cuddled her, sometimes flicking her squeezed little bean or encasing his cock down her throat, but sometimes just holding and stroking her and whispering things to her. He let her know with this training and ritual that he was certain she was now safe in his household when his father returned.
She looked marvelous, naked and petted, in his room, sexy body, bald head, big eyes, bound and pierced inflamed clit sticking out prominently in its painful, lusty predicament as her pussy drooled messily.