Title: The Practice of Slavery
Author: kinky_kneazle
Based On/Inspired By: Beg to Serve by _odella_
Characters/Pairings: Hermione/Lucius/Narcissa
Rating: NC-17
Content/Warnings: BDSM, slavery, cunnilingus, threesome, fellatio, femdom
Word Count: 1,200
Summary/Description: Despite Hermione's fight against the reintroduction of slavery, she finds herself owning the most unlikely pair and needs to find something for them to do. Lucius has a suggestion.
Author's Notes: This was meant to have more plot. A lot more plot. But I couldn't get the plot and the sex to flow easily. So in the interest of good storytelling I got rid of the plot and kept the sex. With love to my love, Frank, for the very last minute beta he did for me.

I took this month's challenge as an opportunity to look through heaps of art, and this piece spoke to me, especially the idea of Hermione, founder of SPEW finding herself with slaves. I knew I had to write the story. _odella_, I don't think I've done your beautiful artwork justice, but I hope you enjoy it. Happy Birthday Daily Deviant!!!



Hermione was the one who spoke most ardently against it. She heard all the arguments: without the Dementors there was no Azkaban, there was no other way to keep the Deatheaters under control, they had to pay their debt to society.

She didn't care.

She saw herself as a modern-day Abraham Lincoln, fighting for the rights of those who could not fight for themselves. She told the Wizengamot that all men are created equal and cannot be bought and sold as chattel, although she knew that the people she was trying to protect would not say the same about her.

Which was why she didn't understand why she was now standing naked between similarly unclothed Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, the runes marking them as hers contrasting sharply with their pale skin.

"Did I say you could do this?" Her voice was a breathy whisper that carried none of the authority that she'd intended it to.

"You didn't tell us not to," Lucius said as she lifted her hair up and pressed his lips to her neck. "That's the loophole in the magic."

She thought back to Kinglsey's visit and the arguments that had seemed so logical at the time.

"Hermione," he'd said. "There are people out there who would use this as an opportunity for torture and petty vengeance. You are one of the few people I know who would not stoop to revenge if you had control of a Deatheater. You have to agree."

Which explained why she was now the owner of two slaves, but not why said slaves were moving their hands over her with increasing determination.

"Why are you seducing me?"

"We wanted to."

"Tell the truth."

"Narcissa wanted to. And I always do what Narcissa wants."

She looked down at Narcissa who had dropped to her knees. She pressed open-mouthed kisses across Hermione's belly and down her thigh.

"Why do you want to?"

She was asking Narcissa but it was Lucius who answered.

"She likes power, don't you Cissy?" Narcissa's moan of agreement sent a spike of pleasure through Hermione. "You have ultimate power in our lives…"

His voice trailed off as he kneaded her breasts in his large hands. She could feel his erection nudging her thigh, so she knew there was something he was enjoying.

"Give her an order," he said. "See her reaction."

Narcissa looked up, waiting. Hermione had always thought Narcissa's was a cold beauty: snow white skin, blonde hair and an icy reserve that allowed no emotion to seep out. Now, with her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed, Hermione imagined she saw passion in those eyes and wondered how she'd ever thought Narcissa cold.

"Make me come," Hermione said and the heat flared in Narcissa's eyes before she bent forward and buried her face in Hermione's cunt. Hermione stumbled and Lucius' arms came tight around her.

"I've got you," he said, so she spread her legs wider and leant into Lucius' chest so the man's wife could get her off.

Hermione had not considered how long Narcissa's fingers were until they entered her body. Her legs started to feel weak as a tongue traced her labia taking care to avoid the place she most wanted pleasure.

"Please," she whispered. Then she stopped herself. They were meant to be begging her, not the other way around. Of course, Lucius didn't miss her slip.

"Please what?"

"Please me," she said and he nodded, accepting her command.

"Floor, Narcissa."

Hermione swallowed the whimper that threatened to escape as Narcissa moved away, but as soon as Lucius had lowered her to the rug Narcissa was back and finally pressing a tongue to Hermione's aching clit.

She couldn't believe the sounds that were coming out of her mouth, and they only got louder as Lucius took a breast in her mouth. His tongue circled her nipple, mimicking his wife's movements between her legs. She wondered how often they'd done this to have such perfect synchronization.

"Do you like it hard or soft?" he asked.

"Soft."

A thumb brushed feather light across her other breast.

"Harder."

A mild pinch.

"Harder."

His fingers twisted as his mouth sucked and she arched up into it as the orgasm rocked through her.

"Are you pleased, Mistress?"

"Yes, Narcissa," she said, running her fingers through the blonde locks. "But what about you?"

"Our pleasure is not important."

"But you could always order me to lie back and receive a blow job," Lucius said.

"Lie down, then."

She sat back and admired him. He had a trim, fit body and a long cock jutting out from hair as pale as the hair on his head. She could see moisture beading at its tip. She bent forward and breathed across it, gratified to see it bob as his muscles clenched.

"Beg," she said.

"Beg?"

"If you want this," her tongue darted out to taste the drop of liquid. "You'll beg for it."

"Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please, Mistress."

"Not good enough."

"Malfoys don't know how to beg."

"You'll have to show Narcissa how much you want it, then." Hermione motioned Narcissa so that she faced towards Lucius' feet, her knees framing his face. "Your husband won't get his release until you do."

Narcissa lowered herself to Lucius' face. As Narcissa began to moan Hermione lowered her mouth and began to tease: long slow strokes and short playful flicks with her tongue that had Lucius trying to thrust up into her mouth.

She heard a grunt that may have been a desperate plea, but she ignored it.

Narcissa's cries were growing more rapid: rhythmic gasps that kept time with the rocking of her hips. Hermione stopped to watch as pleasure played across the blonde's face and then took hold.

"Keep going," Hermione said as the shudders finally left Narcissa's body.

Hermione straddled Lucius' hips and sank down onto his cock. She could see his fingers clutching at Narcissa's hips as he found himself suddenly surrounded. Hermione began to rock her hips and Lucius rocked back and by the look on Narcissa's face Hermione knew she'd felt Lucius' moan right through her body.

Hermione wanted to take it slow, wanted to torture him some more, but watching them do what she told them to, watching Lucius pleasuring two women all because she told him to, was too much. She braced her hands against his chest and pushed back again and again and again, reaching for more, tilting her hips so that each thrust rubbed her throbbing clitoris until she could barely stand it.

She heard Lucius' groans becoming louder.

"Not yet, Lucius," she bit out. "Wait."

She saw him pull his head away from Narcissa and grit his teeth.

"Not yet, not yet, not yet," she chanted until finally…

"Now!"

He grasped her hips and pulled her down and held her as he thrust up, shuddering under her.

As she drew a shaky breath she noticed that Narcissa had rolled sideways. She found enough strength to crawl up and draw Narcissa to her. Lucius wrapped his arms around them both and soon began snoring.

She still disagreed with slavery. She did. In theory. The practice of slavery definitely had its perks.

She wondered if Harry and Draco were getting along so well.