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Chapter 46: Picking Up Games

“When one is important or rich enough there is a certain level of flexibility that people have in dealing with one’s habits. Unfortunately, certain people do not realize that servants and those not in such a class have certain rights at all, and thankfully those who do so tend not to get the level of service they mistakenly believe they should receive For example, despite how attractive and affluent the Delacour Family is, I will not drop everything to serve them while I would gladly do anything he would ask.”– Lela commented on her VIP services.

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While others were busy shopping and discussing how to handle their baby growing up and soon wanting to be fucked like her horny happy slut and mistress mother, elsewhere people were playing games of a different sort where, unlike either Su who was once more taking advantage of Zhu being horny and hungry to feel Harry fuck her or Nellie who was enjoying being at the center of a good half dozen plus men and women stimulating her body and covering her inside and out with their warm cum, they were plotting some further idiocy such that Harry would soon feel compelled to end their miserable existences. In a rather empty manor home in Wiltshire England home to the Malfoy family where Lucius was plotting while Narcissa was out and much unknown to her husband enjoying her sister’s embrace when she was officially Kissed, Draco Malfoy was mumbling about some perceived slight that Harry Potter had given him when the boy had spent the whole of the year competing with a Weasley of all people to get the half-blood scion of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter to his allegiance.

Unfortunately, it had been a dramatic failure and the boy had frequently suffered punishment hexes for his dismal success in all of his attempts to do anything right over the course of the school year. So far, the scion of House Malfoy still had his two enforcers in Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle while Pansy Parkinson was a useful asset in keeping the girls of his year in line, but he had little influence over Tracy Davis or her friend Daphne Greengrass who were part of the neutral purebloods. His mother was further disappointed in him yet she was too giddy after being fucked for a whole day by his failure to gain alliance with rival who was the new Lord Black, and his acting too much like an even less intelligent or powerful version of her almost impotent and disinterested husband was not keeping her from cursing him whenever she felt like it.

Cissa had been tempted to chain Draco up and have Bella discipline him since it seemed the boy was too stupid to be allowed to breed, which she had felt the same for his father while the contract required she marry him when Bella should have and Andy with one other. As she was too busy being orgasm buddies with her sister after being separated for so long, Cissa was hoping the foolish twit she had the misfortune to bear but not raise as she wished would have the wherewithal to follow her advice and keep his fool head down. Considering that Lucius seemed almost suicidal in his planning to prove his worth, which Cissa believed would cost the failure at performing his husbandly duties Lucius his life, and thus free her to spend the rest of her life at Harry’s beck and call where she would have many orgasms and possibly bear a proper heir to the House of Black.

Of course, Cissa was frequently reminiscing on the day that Harry had ravished her all day and how sore yet utterly happy it had made her and then the way he had helped her cope with Lucius’s betrayal that Dobby revealed to them. She had mentally washed her hands of any obligations to Lucius as his death was her families to claim and Cissa had made attempts to spare her son from following in his footsteps. Unfortunately, Cissa was fairly certain that Draco was too much his father’s son to listen to her and properly punishing him for his transgressions did not seem to correct his behavior. It was a shame that she hadn’t been able to properly punish him as her options in that were limited more so than if he were properly a member of House Black instead of Malfoy, not that it mattered as she doubted the House of Malfoy would last much longer given Lucius actions to date.

“Hello Bella, it is good to see you again even if our lord and master is away on a much deserved retreat,” Cissa said as she warmly greeted her sister into her arms while thinking on the mutterings her son had been saying as she had Flooed to Grimmauld Place where Bella was staying. “Dobby has told me my son is being almost as foolish as my soon to be unlamented husband, and I was wondering if you wished to aid me in disciplining him even if we cannot use your real identity to terrify the arrogant little snot to be immediately salvageable. As I left, he was muttering and acting worse than the master’s muggle vassals, and Lucius is off plotting some idiocy which most likely will result in our lord ordering his most painful death.”

“Alas I do not get to be the one to strike the final blow, my beloved sister,” Bella said after kissing Cissa longingly as her stay in Azkaban had become almost forgotten compared to the misery of mediocrity as Lucius’s arm ornament as the fool failed to fulfill his obligations. “Our lord has become determined that our darling niece becomes properly blooded, and while it would be enjoyable to return the pain he has cost us and the family personally, it is not our place to question his commands. A good portion of our misery was due to our sister rebelling against the family to marry her muggleborn Theodore, but I cannot even fault that decision because Dora is a full metamorphmagus, which is a boon to our house. I do look forward to the day our dear Dora tells mummy dearest that she is a proper Black unlike her, and the only thing that would be more satisfying is seeing Andy get her comeuppance and have our lord have all three of we Sisters Black serving him properly.”

“Agreed sister that Andy does seem to have gone too far to safeguard not so little Dora from the truths of the world,” Cissa said as she recalled how interesting her niece sounded and their lord had described her so deliciously. “It would be appropriate that Dora deals with that trash I was forced to wed, and I do hope it is exquisitely agonizing since until our lord officially dissolves the contract I am prevented from harming the fool in most circumstances. The contract even limited how harshly I can directly punish Draco, but while I do feel the need to ensure his survival there are limits to his inherited foolishness that I will tolerate. Our master has agreed to my request to spare him as much as possible even if it means casting him out and stripping him of his name and the protections of the houses, but it is likely that if it comes to that point there will be a need to make arrangements to bring him under someone else’s protection which you know what that would require.”

“If your son continues on his foolishness, he will be passed to the protection of Slytherin’s Mistress and the boy likely will spend his remaining time at Hogwarts as little more than chattel to be used rather cruelly for his past slights,” Bella said as she recalled what happened to those in Slytherin House without a protector or outside influence although some was granted as a student and being sorted into the house. “You will likely have to arrange a meeting with the current Mistress and our lord just in case, as I have the feeling the boy is as stubborn as his father which will be much to his misfortune. It is almost a shame that our lord has forbidden the removal of young fools, but I can see where he wishes to get something useful out of them before their deaths. Has he told you of the foolish Weasley he plans to deal with for infringing on his property?”

“I was not very coherent when he discussed such matters as I was more relishing in the ravishing of my body he was doing, but it seems as if some of the current Weasleys take far too much after their mother and the Prewitt blood than even the disenfranchised and cast out Black blood Arthur inherited,” Cissa mussed as it was a shame that the man was so obsessed with muggle toys than things of importance, but while it had been an interest in his younger years it had become a strange hobby since his becoming involve with Molly Prewitt. “Draco talked of them more than I would have liked where he went on how Percival was a blood traitor and Ronald a fool while the twins were menaces to all things Slytherin and I can see why our lord is interested in some of them while ignoring the one my son tried to rival to gain his attention. Percival it seems has made himself a nuisance in our master’s eyes while the twins were amusing as long as their pranks did not go too far while being far less malevolent than James and Sirius’s pranks. I can understand why their pranks could be far more vicious as the war was going on, and Severus was a thorn in their side who I almost wished Lucius had not decided to name his godfather. Our lord will see that man suffer for what he has done, and I will not feel bad considering his and Lucius’s actions.”

“True, Sirius was our favorite cousin although Regulus was more respectable to our mother and aunt,” Bella admitted while enjoying being close to her sister and lover. “I never liked Snape even when I was so utterly twisted as I was, and if the rumors and research is true than our lord is within his rights to torture him to death for causing his parents to be targeted while Voldemort had been interested in something he said which led to those two families being targeted. Unfortunately, Barty and those two twits kept me from my backup plan as I tried to find a way to bring fruit to the house even if it would have been adopting an enemy’s child. I was so tempted to Crucio that Oblivator that dared cast on an infant, but I think something kept me from recalling who that foot was or I would gladly deal with him, as he is our master’s godbrother. I expect that young Neville will ask a boon of our lord when the time comes and he is properly trained, and I will gladly except what pain he wishes as much as our master will allow for the misfortunes I allowed to befall him.”

“Young Neville is considered practically a squib by my foolish son, but our master did say he was not using a fitted wand as well as the overbearing attempts Matriarch Augusta Longbottom has done to make the boy a duplicate of his father; however, neither of those matters would be too terrible before adding that some walking dead man used the Obliviate charm on a developing infant which could and likely did affect the poor boys magic,” Cissa said as she inhaled the scent of her missing for too long friend, sister and lover while considering what to say next. “One more reason to discipline my brat, and I know why I have a hard time saying our master’s name, but is it the same as for you, dear sister? Every time I say his name it rolls off my tongue and sends shudders through my body and even calling him what he is to us fills me with a hunger to be around him, which given he is away in France out of reach and likely busy playing with all the available women that throw their nubile and willing bodies at his magnificent and masterful form will not be as easily sated with him so far away.”

“It is the same for me dear lover that to say his name stirs my body to passion and we would put off disciplining your ungrateful brat, which as fun as it would be to tarry as our rather tame romances would say will not allow us to hopefully make Draco useful to the family,” Bella said as she fondly caressed her sister-lover’s face before kissing her tenderly on the lips. “The women at our lord’s new estate have shared their bodice rippers as they are called with me and I find my wand twitching to curse Aunt Walburga’s portrait because their toys as well as stories are far more interesting than those we were raised reading or using. I do hope there is somewhere a witch out there who is creating truly enjoyable toys for us that rival what Miss Sarah has ensured the shop carries, and it would be worth the price to bring her into our lord’s service. Sometime when you visit we should go to the shop and see what delights might warm your bed when you cannot spend it out of that cold manor, and there is this new one that I wish to try and see how you like it as well, lover.”

“Who would have thought when we were younger that we would have discussions on the best muggle sex toys, but I suppose times change and we have to go on adapting to them,” Cissa said as she cupped Bella’s ass and they moved against each other somewhat provocative as well as stimulatingly. “I will look forward to seeing if this new toy will help me deal with the separation we have from our lord, master and most exhilarating lover, and I will also ask to borrow some of their books to read although I hope we can have a vacation of our own with our lover especially on the warm beaches in France or even on Isla Black. Either way, I believe we will go towards muggle fashion, which is far more revealing from the few magazines I have seen as well as hearing that our lord is on a topless beach where he can see so many gorgeous women while I doubt his lovers with him will not take the opportunity to show off for him and show him off as well. As it is, we should deal with Draco and then you can help me redecorate my almost immaculate bedchamber since Lucius is likely out plotting, which is pointless since our master will see him dead before next summer’s solstice. You can tell me about this new toy you wish for me to try; is it anything like that delicious vibrator you used last time?”

“Of course, beloved one, and you will definitely enjoy the description of it,” Bella said with an unholy gleam in her eye as she reciprocated playing with Cissa’s luscious and firm ass. “Now let us head to the Floo so that we can be about our business as I tell you of the most wonderful toy Miss Sarah has procured for our master’s servants to enjoy as well as possibly gain many eager spenders. I do not understand why a muggle man of all things would try to build the most powerful vibrator in the world when that massager is very delightful in its potency, but like that one, it must run on direct electricity from the wall and not the stored electricity of batteries which means it will not tire midway through. While the spells one can use to shape a wand and have it vibrate are useful, it does leave one unable to respond if something happens as well as the need to clean one’s wand afterward. This interesting toy vibrates very intensely and one does not hold or move it to where you use it, but you mount it like a broom, a horse, or a man. One even rides it like a man, but it has beyond just the ability to vibrate with attachments to fill your anticipating body almost all of them have some that are designed to stimulate the clit, and the most interesting thing I was told was that it could rotate the attachments to reach all around your sensitive pussy. So it is supposed to do something like the master does when his fingers find that spot where you think your head is about to explode and your body alternates between being absolutely rigid and limp as shudders of pleasure pass through your body.”

“It definitely sounds found, Bella, but part of me thinks it would be more fun having him watch as I rode it than just riding it would be,” Cissa replied as they had reluctantly stopped caressing and grinding their bodies together to head to the Floo and now had their arms around each other’s waist like when they were younger. “I enjoyed his attentions and it was even better with you watching as he made me come for his enjoyment as well as my own. He has made a woman come for others to see including using that massager according to what you said, and being made to orgasm and squirt while his pets watch would be fun, but that is something for a different time as we have a wayward brat to punish, my darling sister and the sooner we leave Draco with a lesson the sooner we can christen the bedroom and it is tempting to fill it with blatantly muggle toys although if Lucius could be sodomized with them that might get his attention. I almost think I would have preferred Abraxas Malfoy being the one chosen for me to bear an heir to than how disappointing his son turned out. Regardless of commiserating on the miserable hand fate and life dealt us which our lord is now made moot, I hope you have something truly impressive planned sister to show your nephew why crossing Lord Black and acting like an uncultured Prewitt should not be done! Malfoy Manor!”

Bella felt the telltale sensation of Flooing as Cissa triggered the Floo at Grimmauld Place where she had been trying to have Kreacher ensure their master’s ancestral home for the House of Black was properly prepared and it was a shame that their lord had to torture the traitorous cunt in his new estate; although, Bella thought it was an appropriate way to inaugurate his arrival to his newest home. As a Black, she had been going through the library and ensuring that the things were ready for when he wished to use them including the more complete torture room. The number of nights she had fallen peacefully asleep when Lord Arcturus had tortured some foolish muggle to death were frequent when visiting the house, and he should have disciplined his wife as thoroughly as the rest even though Bella, Cissa, and Andy had shudders of fright from when their lord had disciplined them using the tools in the room once they were no longer children to be less harshly punished as their magic and bodies could handle the healing magics the more potent and instilling discipline required to restore them to full form.

She stepped out into the entranceway of Malfoy manor and she wanted to sneer at the useless opulence wasted by the man compared to the casual elegance her master preferred in his dwellings. Bella had visited the Emerald Lotus Spa that was her lord’s newest and most definite hit money maker, and she had pampered herself in the muggle resort and she didn’t feel they were filthy after the massage let alone that artist who had made her as gorgeous for their lord as possible. Jamie as she recalled had taken things further and unlike when her dead husband and his dead brother had raped muggles there had been no disgust on either side of the exchange while it left Bella understanding that her lord and master inspired loyalty and rewarded far more than the scum she had been made to follow. If her master had not claimed dibs on Voldemort, Bella would have been in orgasmic at the thought of the tortures she could bestow on the hypocritical trash. There had been none with the name Slytherin attending in many centuries and the House of Gaunt were useless trash so with her mind cleared from her master’s torturous bliss when she had essentially been reborn as his most loyal and fanatic bitch there was the obvious conclusion that whatever birth name Voldemort had that it was not a known Wizarding line therefore like Severus Snape the monster she had crawled and been tortured by had to be a half-blood.

Blood purity was less important to her now, but Bella was fairly certain that Lily Evans must have been from some lost line although she couldn’t prove it just yet. Their master would have to undergo a thorough trace of his heritage, and Bella would not be surprised if the legend of an heir of Slytherin being secured away from the known like which became the House of Gaunt could actually be true. As she looked over the place her sister had lived for more than a decade, she saw that it was utterly devoid of feeling, which was not that odd considering they were more of business concern than a family. They had barely looked around the entrance before the elf showed up, Dobby as she recalled, and even from here, Bella could hear the pitiful whining of the spoiled twit that made her itch to Crucio the annoying sounding voice. He didn’t agree with the use of the Unforgivables, but it was because he considered it bad form to lack the breadth of knowledge to properly torture, compel or kill someone. Sure, the curses all required a specific mental emotion to drive it just like the Patronus as they were now, but for some reason Bella didn’t doubt their master would find a way to craft a pleasure curse more breaking than the pain of the Cruciutus Curse.

“The toy is called the Sybian my darling, and how can you stand that whining without putting the offender under at least something worse than a stinging hex?” Bella asked as she felt the urge to confront her nephew and put him under such a pain curse he howled in agony unless he was even more annoying sounding when in pain. “I do not know how you put up with that noise Cissa, but at least this way we know where the brat is right now. I wonder what he is complaining about now.”

“He likely is complaining about either Ronald Weasley or Harry Potter,” Cissa said before shuddering as she said their master’s name, which was echoed by Bella and both ladies rubbed their thighs together and felt warm at the mere sound of his name. “Draco was complaining that Madame Hooch wanted him to play on the Quidditch team last year as he took after James skill there at the least if not better, and Draco planned to have Lucius secure a spot for him this year by donating seven new Nimbus 2001 brooms to Slytherin House. That was before the full level of the situation became apparent, but I do not know if Lucius plans to do that still to show off his control of the current Board of Governors. Part of the reason I have been out of the house is how often Draco referred to his supposed nemesis by name and the way that name affects us even if spoken with such frustration from a spoiled brats lips.”

Bella grumbled a bit as they headed towards where Draco was throwing a hissy fit, and Bella’s wand had snapped into her hand within moments of her hearing the annoying sound. Draco was lucky that Cissa was showing Bella attention to distract her or her son would already be on the ground screaming from the first curse let alone those that would follow. As it was, the two ladies of House Black entered the room where the impudent child was yelling, screaming, and in general acting far like Dudley Dursley such that their lord would almost find it funny before giving him a swift kick directly between his barely dropped balls and his all too often figuratively kissed ass.

One of the other elves was cowering as Dobby had been busy elsewhere doing tasks that Cissa had decided on, but she was aware that the elf was working on being a proper house elf bound to the House of Black instead of House Malfoy. Seeing her son berating a house elf for what was obvious his own mistake made Cissa realize that her son would need firm discipline and still she could hope that would make him obey her edict when she was at school otherwise Harry would suitably punish the fool or worse dissolve the marriage and cast her son to being unprotected with only Severus to offer any meager safety there. Given the habits Snape shared with her soon to be dead and likely also divorced husband, Cissa didn’t believe that he would do anything more than his role of godfather would require with it more likely that Draco would be used to the man’s advantage while keeping him alive similarly to the truth in what happened to the basis of Cinderella as far as the wicked stepmother was concerned.

“Petrificus Totalus!” Cissa cast quickly while glaring at the boy. “Leave, Millie, I will deal with Draco myself! See Dobby about what I wish done while I am busy disciplining this failure of a boy.”

“Yes, mistress,” Millie said before vanishing with a pop. “Millie will do.”

“Muffliato!” Bella cast to ensure they were mot disturbed by Lucius. “That should keep us from being disturbed for a bit. Now what to do with this ignorant brat since he would whine if I just give him a taste of the Cruciutus for being so embarrassing to the House of Black is the question. A shame that Lucius’s fate is uncertain to the point that there is not even the option to get a replacement, but given this one’s uselessness to either house I wonder how much was inherited from his father as Abraxas Malfoy was far better in knowing how to benefit his family than Lucius has been.”

“I suppose I should do introductions while are incapable of yapping like an addled dog, Draco,” Cissa said while glaring in disapproval at her son. “Draco this is Belladonna Black and Bella this is my disappointment of a son Draco. Try not to torture him to death as he still might be of use to our lord, and despite the shame his actions at Hogwarts this year has brought both our houses there might be some value in him for House Black even if he did waste his efforts in trying to gain attention while declaring Ronald Weasley as his rival and thus equal in social standing. I regret to admit that until recently I have facilitated his attitude by not holding him to the standard of our house while letting his father handle things as he was supposed to be groomed as the scion of House Malfoy to be the next Lord Malfoy.”

Cissa calmed herself as she drew her wand smoothly and brandished it at Draco and then she looked at him with a disappointment present in her eyes before she steeled herself and used the first less than agonizing pain spell her father had once used when she had been disobedient. Being petrified does not halt the pain, but it does prevent him from thrashing about or screaming as his mother used something more potent than a stinging hex, which was to magical raised the equivalent of having their hand slapped. She had hoped that her earlier punishment this summer and the verbal chastisement would steer her son from his father’s path, but it seemed to take far more effort to spare her son from the fate he seemed to be rushing towards so eagerly, which as his mother she had to do. As it was, Cissa was afraid that her master would dissolve the marriage as well as cast Draco out stripping of his name and leaving him as less than a muggle in pureblood’s eyes, but Harry had offered some safety beyond doing that even if Cissa suspected that Slytherin’s Mistress and the contractor for all of Slytherin’s security. Unfortunately, some were foolish enough to bargain without the knowledge trained into her position, and often those who annoy her end up not realizing the price of her business.

“We really should cancel the petrification or we will miss all the lovely screams,” Bella mussed as Cissa held the obviously painful nonverbal curse given how even petrified Draco’s eyes watered and swung about. “You should have disciplined him more before this as no father in the House of Black would ever allow such a weepy little cunt for a son to remain that way for this long. A shame that we can’t use the more painful means as it would leave evidence even if not likely this snot nosed whiny brat would go to the Aurors, as Lucius should know better. They would wish to look around and he still has plenty of things that would demand a few years in Azkaban. Our Lord might not decide to have the Dementors surround him for his entire time there, but I had hoped that your blood would have bred true unlike what appears to have happened.”

“I had hoped as well that he would have some of the families gifts, but he is almost a clone of his father lacking any of the talents or abilities he should have gained with our blood in his veins,” Cissa said with a scowl at how utterly unlike her family her son turned out being while maintaining the pain causing curse. “Draco shows no signs of even having the telltale wandless black fire of our house, and he seems to have no tolerance for pain. Look how he cringes under this mild bit of pain, and I suppose I should remove some of his petrification. Do try not to scream like a prepubescent girl, Draco, or we will see how close to the unforgiveable curses we will use on you. This is for your own good, my son, and we cannot have any even secondary member of the House of Black act as you have. Even Ronald Weasley who you wasted your breath at least occasionally has been brought to task, but with the twins pranking gathering most of that cunt Prewitt’s attention, the brat didn’t get the Howlers he deserved. I was tempted to send you a few after the embarrassment you have been causing us.”

Cissa released part of her petrification hex on Draco freeing the paralysis on his throat, lips and such while keeping him from moving his body as well as his neck. The two women closed their eyes in bliss as the scream suddenly came from Draco and both were reminded of when they had heard such screams before. At least he didn’t sound like a high-pitched shrieking child, but they were enjoying it, as pain should sink in where words had not. It was not as if they had suspended Draco and whipped him until his back was raw before humiliating and using him to unwind, but Bella was very tempted to gain some use from what seemed to be a dumber more impetuous version of Lucius and even her brain-addled-self had wanted to see how long it took to make him drool with increasingly potent and agonizing pain curses.

“He does scream nicely even though he didn’t even try to hold in the scream or even bear it well, which just shows that somehow he didn’t inherit any of our blood,” Bella said before moving behind her love and hugging her while adding her wand to the cursing. “I doubt Lord Black would even grunt if subjected to the Cruciutus, and our fathers did ensure we knew how to bear our pains with dignity while this overly proud whiner likely would sob like this at the lightest of jinxes. How can he ever hope to win a duel if he cannot take a little pain, but at least he hasn’t embarrassed the family with the lackluster skills he seems to be displaying.”

“He did challenge Ronald Weasley to a duel, but he didn’t show up and set Filch on the almost equally loud and declaring his loyalties,” Cissa said while twisting her wand and letting more of the petrification drop so that she caused Draco to arch his back off the ground and twist about. “It was almost Slytherin in its cunning as there was almost a complete lack of risk for him, but it was lacking in ambition although removing his self-perceived rival to gain Harry Potter and thus the future influence of House Potter’s attention would have been an ambitious goal. Your father would have benefitted from the shame having a son expelled from Hogwarts would have caused the Weasley Family, but it would have been more impressive to have crushed the boy in front of the school. Instead of gaining a reputation for being powerful in your own right in Slytherin, you constantly used that idiotic phrase, ‘When my father hears about this…’ which only seems to have made you look as impotent in power as in other things. You also relied on the intimidation value of Vincent and Gregory, which further showed you as lacking the will that even my practically blood traitor sister who married a muggleborn had to stand and use the power you have to accomplish things with determination befitting a Black.”

“He really does look like he is in pain and his screaming is merely whimpers now so are you sure we can’t use some memorable curses, Cissa,” Bella mussed as she added a twisted itching curse that tore a truly satisfying scream before he started trying to bite back the pain since screaming made it hurt worse. “Even the squib Marius could take more punishment without acting like he had the backbone of a puffskin, and this is supposed to be the prominent leader of his generation. Something else must be contributing to the inferior grade of wizards among the purebloods if this is supposed to be an example, but his lackeys did seem even dumber than their fathers which is saying something if you recall how useless those two near squibs were when we were younger. The only thing I could say is that their wives likely can keep them in check easily and while they were a bit slow their bodies were adequate to keep those two sated unlike your husband or this pasty face brat will if he ever has a betrothed.”

“That Pansy Parkinson has been following him around at school, but that likely was more to his future prospects when it seemed he would also inherit the vestiges of the House of Black as Draco was supposed to be the last male in line officially,” Cissa admitted while doubting that a Parkinson would stick around Draco if his current trend resulted in his loss of prominence. “While we can’t use more memorable curses, Draco’s inability to deal with even the slightest discomfort will allow us to go through several options I had thought about using when he was acting like a two year old. Some discomfort will be necessary, but as his mother, I can hope that this sinks in even if my earlier cursing as well as what was a most vocal session with Lucius had not done. We will let him contemplate his lessons without the curses and hexes affecting his mind, Bella, which means we will have to release our curses at some point.”

“I suppose, dear Cissa that we must,” Bella said before the two pushed the limits of the suffering their current curses caused before leaving him contorted and crying as well as having stained his pants. “He really does need this and should have had some understanding sooner than this. Why in our day, Draco would have been properly disciplined in front of the whole family for this level of stupidity and yet he bawls like a baby after repeatedly trying to shove their hand into fire. As it is, even that reckless Gryffindor Sirius never showed this level of recklessness and jumping into trouble while not thinking things through like any Slytherin would.”

“I don’t know what the hat was thinking, and Severus should have ensured Draco was at least not trying to be as subtle as a Gryffindor and likely have plenty of his peers and housemates just waiting to tear into him,” Cissa mussed as she brought her curse on Draco to a lesser potency as she contemplated how badly things were going. “As you said in our day he would be disciplined in front of the whole family, and our housemates would have been on him like a shark on blood with how he acted all year. I suppose they could have thought it was a ploy to lower their guard and make them underestimate him, but it would explain why people think his rival is Ronald Weasley of all people. Have you seen that boy eat? It is like a starving hippogriff descending on plump sheep, and even then the hippogriff doesn’t seem to waste in splatter as much or to soak their coat in food for later.”

As the sisters Black let the impudent brat catch his breath as he panted on the floor as they released their curses on them because Ronald Weasley was a useful distraction even just the thought of his sheer failure would do, Draco began whining about how unfair everything was and how that damn Potter is ruining his reputation while he was no better than a mudblood for several reasons. The two women had to bite back the moan at hearing their lover and master’s name even if in Draco’s whiny voice. They paid him no mind for a bit, as they were lost in thought of reminiscing in the very satisfying fun their lover had with their enthusiastic bodies, and they barely kept from being glass eyed and drooling as they let several fantasies of what Harry could do with them at the next opportunity fill their minds.

Still their fantasies were interrupted when Draco began a long list of his misfortunes that Harry was responsible for, and they felt the urge to curse him far more painfully for ruining their mood. Most of the trivial things were in no way the result of any conscious decision of their lover, but Harry did have the ability to stir up emotions even when he was trying to ignore the useless sheep in his way. As much as he would prefer anonymity or indifference in the sheep, among the wizards, he would be either loved or hated fervently, and his ability to know what would bring a woman to her utmost pleasure would not help with the more likely jealous men around him.

Cissa mussed as she half listened to her son that Harry was equally blessed as cursed with the luck he had; although, his will to survive and thrive was second to none. Anonymity would be something her lover would never truly have as his very presence walking down the street would provoke reactions in people around him, and while he would never know the misery of mediocrity or being a part of the docile masses, Harry would always have to deal with the fact he was a force of nature and like the sea or the clouds that he could be as gentle as a summer rain or as harsh as a hurricane and equally as destructive while as relentless as the tides. She had little doubt that like his father Harry would achieve the Animagus transformation, but little doubt it would be as unimpressive as either James’s stag or Sirius’s dog forms. Cissa had no idea what he would be except that his form would command respect as well as fear in all that saw it with the majesty normally attributed to the more formidable magical predators.

His rant continued with as much vocalization as possible given the ache in his vocal cords and such he continued to sound like a spoiled brat while completely missing the dangerous glow in Bella's eyes as he continually tried to make himself seem better and more important than he could ever be in real life, which was what had gotten him into this situation in the first place. Cissa was more occupied on contemplating where she would fit with her master in the future and already she was planning on having a much more enjoyable pregnancy where her lord would give her a thorough seeing to until she bore a suitable child for the house, and she would raise this one completely unlike the almost waste of space which Draco seemed to be turning into. A few repressed fantasies of how she had wanted her pregnancy to have been passed through her mind with images of Harry nursing on her swollen and straining with milk tits when he wasn’t making her delirious in pleasure by sating her increased libido.

Cissa’s fondly imagining Harry ensuring her breasts would produce plenty of milk while still pounding her hungry and insatiable sex and ass until she couldn’t have him spraying her soon to be delivering pussy with more of his potent cream was interrupted by the sudden effeminately high pitch sound coming from her son’s mouth. Just when she was about to shudder in a completely fantasy caused orgasm of being bent over and her lord reaming her ass as he used his magic to ensure she had a far more pleasant delivery of her precious baby girl, Draco had to be louder than his earlier complaining. Cissa as rather tempted to just shove her shoe up Draco’s ass before disposing of it in the hopes that much agony would snap her son from his current delusions.

“Why did he have to be there?” Draco whined as it galled him that without even trying Harry Potter was the star taking his importance out of the picture. “I know he could be useful, but it was as if no one mattered except Harry Potter especially the first few months there. I am a pureblood as well as a Malfoy and he should have been paying attention to me being grateful that I deemed him of use since as a lesser half-blood even if of a sufficiently prominent family he barely has more rights than a filthy mudblood which exist as being more useful than house elves and instead Potter acted as if I was unworthy of even being his servant. Malfoys bow to no one, and that upstart half-blood acted as if I should bow and be grateful to be in his presence as much as his pet mudblood whore and those blood traitors seem to want to show him off as an example for all scions to be like him. That couldn’t be more disgusting if he married his whore just like his father did!”

Hearing their lord being insulted like that as Harry Potter, Cissa and Bella were both be struggling not to lash out at the arrogant little fucker even as Cissa mentally wondered how Draco could be her son, and as he whined like a helpless muggle in their father and Lord Black’s torture chamber, Bella couldn’t help but pointed out her son and his father’s similarities especially as Bella could barely stand Lucius as spell fodder. They could not reveal that Harry was Lord Black at this time and Bella had already had to stop the almost automatic response to hit him with a well-powered Crucio. She had already started to mouth the word and her face twisted in a snarl of rage before catching her motions, but two thoughts calmed her down a bit and they were Harry rewarding her for being a good girl and her plan to ravish Cissa once they were done tormenting the twit.

Still Bella had limits and even slamming her body together with Cissa was barely enough to limit her response as Draco dug his grave with each ignorant word. It didn’t take long before Bella had enough and her wand snapped off a sharp bolt of reddish black curse, which struck Draco causing him to shut up as it hurt too much to speak at first. She closed her eyes and let the sounds of the brat’s pain flow threw her helping her resist from using the current hex as a base to build up gradually until Draco was a drooling vegetable. They could always Obliviate him before using some questionable potions and spells to recreate a less pathetic personality, and who knew maybe a change of personality would help unlock what Draco should have inherited from her beloved sister.

“I know Cissa said no permanent maiming, but it seems you need a more potent lesson to stop whining like a muggle whore,” Bella said as watching Draco spasm and unable to do more than groan and wince in agony was calming her down some. “Cissa informed me of your lackluster performance, and whoring you out to muggles might be a sufficient repercussion to have you not be as unmotivated to show why bloodlines are far more important than some new ignorant out of the muggles. If your father had properly invested in a spare, we could be rid of you already for almost showing to be even less useful than either the youngest Weasley boy or the near squib Longbottom. Unfortunately, you still have some minor use as your father hasn’t been able to provide a replacement that would hopefully be less of an embarrassment to House Black.”

“Your use and value seem to be dropping with each moment Draco, and you are lucky not to have a sibling or your father would have cast you out for being beaten by how many of lesser blood and station,” Cissa mussed as she watched the barely irritating hex cause him to act as if Bella had scoured his skin off. “At the current rate of the loss of influence and prestige you have been causing, you will be lucky to be able to acquire a non-inheriting wife as even Pansy will turn her back if you sink much further as she is Slytherin enough to see a sinking ship when she sees one. I suppose you can drop the hex and see if thinking on his current suffering will help Draco understand his situation before he ends up as little more than a plaything for any Slytherin or anyone who has gold to make it worthwhile.”

Seeing how purely Malfoy that Draco seemed especially as he was whimpering after the barely classed as a itching hex was released, Cissa was left wondering how difficult it would be trying to find where her Black Blood was in her son and that thought really began to get the wheels turning for Cissa as she was wondering what her idiot husband did to their son to repress her Black Blood in their child. Now when Cissa whispered to Bella mentioning her thoughts on the matter to her sister, there was a look of interest before Bella muttered that she remembered reading something in the Lestrange library about a blood magic ritual or some such to purge a child of an unwanted bloodline, but it had been used when a wizard had sired halfblooded heirs that were impressive enough to acknowledge while wanting to ensure no one knew they were not pureblood scions of their house. It was in fact how most of the purebloods were able to consider themselves as such with the loss in numbers over the conflicts they had since even before the Statutes of Secrecy.

As they discussed it somewhat in their gestures and cryptic words designed when they had wanted to discuss things without any of the adults knowing what they were talking about, Draco seemed to become more convinced of his own importance again as they were ignoring him which he could not stand. Their contemplating if instead of just fertility potions and one to ensure Lucius performed even though he had every time started out with barely lubricated sodomy before finishing within a minute of being in her pussy without Cissa clamping down or milking his dick to get more of his weak seed to get pregnant. It would not have been bad if he had either lasted longer inside during his penetrations or been willing to do something at all to give her an orgasm during the experience. She had been surprised that Lucius had not had her lay back and just be there as he hooked her legs over his shoulder and pounded her ass until he was about to come before squirting even doped on potions with far less volume or intensity than Harry had even when they were literally dragging the last drops from his balls.

“Why are you picking on me and taking the side of that half-blood muggle lover?” Draco whined as he found their earlier comments unimportant to his beliefs. “Did you have to curse me so hard? That hurt you know, what do you think I am some filthy muggle accustomed to living is squalor and misery. I am a Malfoy, you should be lucky to even speak with me let alone that Father isn’t here to sort you both out. If you wanted to act like muggles, you should have asked father to play with them!”

"You keep acting like a little bitch Draco and I will turn you into one!" Bella snarled to her unknowing nephew as his whining became too much to bear. “Why we might even see if you are more profitable being a whore and breeder for not just purebloods but for those affluent half-bloods that don’t want to bother losing an attractive bed warmer when you would do. Maybe what you lack in the physical you could get from bearing your bodyguards’ sprogs or we see how light Molly is when the offer of grandchildren without her worrying about them being raised by anyone but her is given.”

"You don't have the guts to do it, my Father..." Draco managed to say before Bella uses a little known spell to simulate a man being castrated that she designed when she was in school and it barely fit the limits Cissa had given her. “You fucking bitch! I will enjoy seeing you scream for this!”

“Be grateful I don’t make it permanent or turn you into a fully functioning girl,” Bella said after his sobbing had ended and her sister had cursed Draco a few times without paying attention just as she had responded to her coded words and gestures. “Your mother always wanted a daughter, but Lucius needed a proper heir to the family. Shame we can’t adopt Potter because he is everything a scion should be, and it would allow your mother to have the daughter she always wanted. Why we could even have your rival become your betrothed and Molly would ensure you had many children, and who knows if being kept barefoot and pregnant might stop your whining.”

Cissa missed all of that as she was busy feeling her body respond as if Harry had bent her over and pounded her pussy before switching to reaming her ass all while spanking her and making her swoon in pleasure. She had been absentmindedly communicating with Bella about some things and Draco’s little tantrum seemed to not exist in her mind let alone Bella’s momentarily extreme if quickly cancelled retaliatory punishment. Draco was just not that important at the moment as she was feeling her craving for being thoroughly ravished and satisfyingly used by Harry stir once more and she drifted off to wondering what kind of adventures he was getting into in France as well as how many women he had cut loose with, while hoping for presents even giftwrapped toys living and otherwise. Bella had been partially contemplating Harry throughout her short altercation with Draco, and if Harry were adopted then Cissa would be able to fulfill her desire to train her son to be a proper Black even though it might be more arousing that he was Lord Black.

As it was, after Bella dropped her spell she had cursed him for a bit a Cissa sent some hexes while busy thinking on what she would do with Harry when they were if France. Her thoughts occasionally drifted to Draco while he recovered and how he showed no signs of her blood, which once more made her contemplate the potions when Lucius had done his husbandly duties if only to sire an heir instead of keeping her well-kept. Lucius would be concerned with his heir not taking after him as he had taken after his grandfather instead of his more enlightened father and thus the thieving bastards of bad faith that they were.

Unfortunately, any thought on that was put to the back of their mind as Draco muttered more as he regained his haughty attitude, as they had not cursed him soundly for several long minutes after Bella lifted her little spell and Cissa had been preoccupied even though she had cast a few curses out of habit while being so pleasantly distracted and was not thinking even though she was talking with Bella throughout all of the most recent bout of stupidity. Their discussion was more interesting than anything he had been saying, and Cissa kept vetoing Bella’s notion that since it seemed apparent that Draco would have to be entrusted to be contractually protected by the Mistress of Slytherin that they should thus see if he had anything useful to offer besides his ass being reamed by several of the people he had pissed off or insulted so far. Cissa vetoed it because Draco was not completely a lost cause she hoped, and if Lucius had not interfered then she would have had better connection from having breast fed him directly instead of giving to an elf to nurse. Bella doubted that and Cissa was supposed to teach the idiot about such things anyways, but if she had then Lucius’s attitude made little sense as if she had born Draco Bella would have made sure that his future wife was nowhere as miserable as her sister seemed to be.

Draco cackled almost madly behind them and any thought of having trained the brat to at least know how to service a woman properly and when to not talk and just use his tongue for a better use was driven from their minds. Bella however did contemplate gagging him or cutting off his pathetic attempt at evil laughter by smothering his face or going so far as to use his mouth to relieve her bladder. She could always talk Cissa into giving him something to scream about as it seemed he was his father’s son and thus most likely to enjoy them shoving a rigid shaft up his ass, but even that amusement fled when they heard what his idiocy proclaimed as if he was going for what the muggle and muggle raised among their master’s servants called a Darwin Award.

“Lord Black, Lord Black, Lord Black that is all you have been talking about as well as how great the House of Black is when they have been reduced to one man and this new Lord Black,” Draco sneered at his mother while ignoring Belladonna Black as being inconsequential considering his mother was the one mostly cursing her before. “You married into the House of Malfoy and you should be concerned with this house and not the almost extinct house you came from. You speak of this supposed Lord Black with the same reverence those muggle loving fools speak of Harry Potter. It disgusts me that you would speak of this relative unknown with almost as much devotion as they speak of that old fool Dumbledore! If this Lord Black were of any importance, I would have heard of him before this summer, and the insinuation that he can ruin this house is as laughable as his supposed relevance is!”

Bella looked about ready to just kill the snot nose brat regardless of being her nephew, and Cissa was not far away from the similar urges to tear her son’s head off, as the double sneer at their lover’s name sent a haze of rage through them and the disrespect for their lord’s title made them bay for blood. Cissa and Bella both felt the urge to show them why their blood was feared and unleash the almost trademark Black Fire which their master could use better and normal wizards made pathetic imitations with Fiendfyre, but Cissa resolved to only chastise Draco in as motherly a way as she had regretted not doing before even if it was something that bitch Prewitt would do.

“Scourgify!” Cissa shouted as she growled at Draco while she not too softly scrubbed his mouth out letting her anger supercharge the heat and scrubbing while making the soap vile tasting because pain was not good enough for this idiocy, as he need to be embarrassed for his most recent idiocy. “Never insult Lord Black in my presence, Draco, or I will let Bella flay the flesh from your bones for your idiocy. You may be my son, but you seem to have inherited none of my blood with this latest foolishness. Be grateful that I do not ask him to dissolve my marriage and cast you from the house, and your housemates would turn on you faster than if you were a muggle! Bella see that this impudent brat learns some manners right now. My only limitation is no permanent injury or anything that requires Saint Mungo’s to reverse let alone anything to cause our lord to worry.”

“Of course, Cissa, dear heart, I will ensure that ickle Draco learns his lessons, but it is a shame I cannot give him a taste of the Cruciutus as it might shock some thought into his empty head,” Bella purred as she had struggled not to cleave him in half with the flame cutter curse for his audacity while Cissa’s minor nuisance gathered the twits attention. “Now my dear arrogant brat, prepare to scream for me, and know that there is nothing your father can do to spare you your well-earned punishment. If you were a proper Black, you would have never uttered such traitorous words as not even a Blood traitor would do so, and not even Sirius spoke against Lord Arcturus when he acted like such a muggle lover. I know just how to start, and we will enjoy your screams like the wonderful music it is…”

Draco barely spat out the soap that his mother’s curse to wash his mouth out had caused before Bella hit him with a nonverbal curse and he screamed loudly and both women shuddered at hearing it although not in reservation or sympathy as Draco might have wished. No, they were thinking back to when they had heard such screams and the performances they had both watched and taken part in doing. While Cissa looked dispassionately at Draco, she still hoped this would wake her son up and not antagonize Harry to the point that he did end up as little more than the school toy, but given this most recent lack of thought there was not much chance of his surviving as he had without much suffering to build his character.

She didn’t raise her wand as her emotions were too intense right now not to accidentally cripple him, and her damn husband had hidden the dungeons years ago such that she couldn’t recall where it was and had ordered Dobby not to tell anyone where they were or even if there were prisoners in there still. Bella oddly had more control as if she truly started to curse him now Cissa doubted she would stop before he was in even worse condition than Frank or Alice. Unfortunately, Bella wasn’t in the room so she had no idea what spells her dead husband and brother in law as well as Barty Crouch Junior had used to render them insane, and Cissa knew that Alice had run with Lily which likely meant it would have been fun times even if her sister had been planning to blood adopt Neville and thus get to be a mother even though it would lack the connection she still felt for her idiot son from having him inside he for nine months. Bella likely would have breast fed the boy using charms to ensure milk was produced and raised him as a Black which would mean he would be mummy’s precious boy eventually feeling where he hadn’t been inside unlike if he was her born son.

‘If he were a proper Black, Draco wouldn’t even flinch at being whipped as father and Lord Arcturus were handy with a whip,’ Cissa thought as she watched her son being disciplined harshly even if he wasn’t being suspended and having his back whipped until it was raw because Bella was making it as painful without scarring as possible even if Murtlap essence would sooth such wounds. ‘He will be lucky to handle a wand or move since she is twisting bones and flesh under the skin while sending surges of pain through his nerves while still being short of the Cruciutus Curse in effect. I must say that my sister knows how to stay just in the limits and rules of the game while winning against anyone but our lord who knows how to twist the rules even better.’

Finally, after Cissa had lost track of time while the screams eased her mind into watching her master do such and what would follow, Bella dropped Draco in his bed and canceled the muffling charm before Cissa summoned an elf to tend her foolish son’s injuries. After giving one more reminder that he should keep his head down this year, Bella took Cissa to bed where she showed her the newest muggle invention that was quickly used to pleasure her lover and it was different than using a wand for similar purposes. As Bella drove her into the mattress and to exhaustion through pleasure, Cissa occasionally paid attention to the descriptions of Bella’s performance with such toys for their lord and lover. Lucius was out doing something as the two drifted off entwined together nude with their bodies practically bathed in each other’s scents, and their minds wondered what their master was up to or at least who, but as fun as they had there was a wonder in how utterly insatiable he had been lately and the worry about what it might mean.

Bella muttered as she did in her dozing state that he had been having a far more potent Libido since Halloween according to her sources and his own lips. Why that was none of them knew, but Cissa suspected that the magic he used was a factor as digging in the records had showed that such urges were precedent although it tapered off as most who reached his level were older and the urges might also be related to how few remained in his Houses to continue the lines. As it was, two houses and the urge to repopulate would not be as driving a factor, but they didn’t doubt their lord would find a way not to be consumed by his lust and needs as they had been left in need for the past decade or more. Neither sister would turn down the honor to bear his children, nor was even Draco disappointing enough for Cissa to feel she was the failure in having birthed that dunderheaded twat. As sleep claimed them, they were certain their lord would be enjoying his reprieve from the burdens of his positions, and they would be interested to hear the tales of his adventures abroad and in some as well.

When they woke in the morning, there would be a gift from their master waiting for them, which they would enjoy immensely due to the thought and how well their lord knew their wants and needs. Dobby would also get some acknowledgement for anticipating his mistress’s needs in going to the master and providing some sizes for their gifts, and some new fashionable nightwear and some toys were definitely in order. The toys alone would make both giddy and they planned to make a trip to the store to see what else there was to try on and try on themselves. Neither overlooked how expanding the House’s assets and connections was something their lord knew how to do very well, and the benefits for them increased as every day was a more enjoyable and comfortable one than the past.

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