(2) Lady Sopdet Black, Cockholster of Wormtail

Griphook was furious. Enraged. No amount of fucking Weasley's Veela wife was enough to calm him down. He had been outplayed and worse, there was nothing he could do. He signed another document and passed it to a rat, the scurrying messengers that Goblins used down in the depths of their undercities.

It had been a few months since he'd presented the idea to Nymphadora Black. A few Compulsion Charms to strengthen her desires and she was primed to be Griphook's weapon... But he didn't account for two thing. 1, her lust for her own Mother overpowering the better strategy of breeding a rival for Headship of House Black. And 2, House Elves.
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Nymphadora had never seen a naked House Elf before, and she wished she never had. They were huge and she was reminded that just because as a Metamorphmagus she could grow a dick and conquer other Witches... She was still a Witch.
She was reminded of that night when she bumped into Kreacher at Grimmauld Place. She'd received an invitation by Sopdet, and Griphook had advised her to look for ways to strengthen her claim.
"Pretend-Wizard Witch thinks she's big enough to order Preacher around, Kreacher should teach Pretend-Wizard..." The House Elf of the House of Black had always been disrespectful of her, but after breaking four women, one of them being a former man, Nymphadora refused to back down and challenged the nasty little Elf.
But after he revealed his monster as she stripped herself... She couldn't grow! Her bitchtamer refused to shape, it refused to exist. So she was left naked and presenting herself to a big dick bastard who wanted her to drop any and all delusions of ownership of House Black.
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Instead of the strong Metamorphmagus Madame Nymphadora Black, with her four fuckpets on leashes, Miss Nymphadora Black was led in on all fours by a wildly grinning Kreacher the House Elf and informed the room that she had surrendered herself to the authority of a man of House Black.

A very dire turn of events, Griphook grumbled he signed and passed another note to another rat. But he could still have salvaged things.

Yes, Heather Potter was in a similar state as the former Sirius Black. But unlike Sopdet Black, Heather Potter was an important cultural figure and no matter the events of the past, Potter had influence. And the blood of Gryffindor.

Yes, even with Snape's cunning ploy, Griphook might still have obtained the Sword in a generation. Heather was descended from Godric Gryffindor, a Goblin Traitor of Royal Blood who had never been punished for his crimes. Had Heather claimed and won, her actions as Heir of Gryffindor had made her valid for taking on the Weight of Godric's Sins. She would have become a **** to the Goblin Nation and a Goblin Child of hers could later demand the return of the Sword.

Instead, Sopdet had pulled down Peter Pettigrew's trousers and told Heather to submit. Heather not only submitted, she surrendered herself and House Potter to the judgement and guardianship of House Black.

Which out Heather in the hands of Peter Pettigrew, that Rat Bastard...

Wait...

Rat

Peter

Griphook turned to look at the rat waiting for his next letter and the gleam of intelligence shone through it's tiny eyes. Realising he'd finally be recognised, Peter Pettigrew the Rat Animagus fled Gringotts, the one Wizard to really successfully outplay the Goblins.

Wormtail's Women
Option 1- Peter seizes the Potter Fortune
Option 2- Sopdet the breeding bitch
Option 3- Remedy becomes a Wolfgirl
Option 4- Kreacher breeds Nymphadora in front of her former slaves
Option X- Open to Suggestions