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Hermione Granger woke up in a dark room, her vision pitch black. She didn't know if it was because the room was devoid of light or if she had been rendered blind. The last thing she remembered was the battlefield at Hogwarts, the painful cries of her fellow students, the screams, and the sight of a magical burst hitting her best friend, Harry Potter, before someone struck her on the back of her head, plunging her into unconsciousness.

She was sure she was alive because she received food once a day, and the voice outside her prison, although mocking, sounded oddly familiar and caring. She didn't know where she was or how long she had been there. She assumed it was day or night based on when she felt sleepy. Each time she woke up, she hoped it was all a nightmare and that she would find her friends, her parents, and Ron waiting for her with a kiss, but that day never came. She remained locked up, deprived of sunlight, and without freedom.

Just as Hermione thought this was another day she would pass in misery, the door unexpectedly opened. Hermione looked on with wide eyes as a small elf with a kind face, resembling Dobby, stood there. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she stood up suddenly, balancing herself on her legs despite her torn dress and lack of a wand.

Is it really Dobby?! That's not possible....“What's your name?” Hermione asked with a hopeful smile.

The elf just stood there, staring at her up and down. Hermione frowned and walked closer. “I’m Hermione Granger. Can you tell me where I am?”

As if in doubt, she reached out to touch the elf, but it snapped and yelled, “Don’t touch me, you mudblood!”

Hermione was shocked and disheartened by the foul language. Her eyes stung with tears. The elf then commanded, “I’m here to take care of you for your remaining stay in your new home.” It snapped its fingers, and a big flash of fire appeared and vanished, making Hermione flinch. “It’s better if you follow my commands if you don’t want to get roasted alive.”

Hermione gulped and nodded wordlessly. The elf smirked and walked out, beckoning her to follow. As she trailed behind, they passed through a corridor lined with similar locked prison doors. The sounds of women yelling and the foul smells emanating from behind the doors were overwhelming. Hermione quickened her pace, eager to leave the oppressive hallway.

The building’s walls and designs in the corridor were astounding. It was a large castle, even bigger than Hogwarts, and surrounded by water with no visible land in sight. The elf led her to a separate block of the castle, and she entered a large room with a big bed, a living room, a huge couch, comfortable furniture, and a bathroom with a pool in the middle of it. The bathroom was full of gold plating, even the toilet. Hermione turned to the elf, questioningly.

The elf smirked. “You’re lucky, mudblood. You get the best room in the castle.”

Hermione frowned. “Why? Why am I here? What do you want from me?”

The elf chuckled darkly. “It’s not what I want. It’s what he wants.”

“Who?” Hermione demanded, her voice trembling. Already knowing the answer.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” the elf replied.

Hermione was about to object when the elf said, "Take off your dress," but before she could say no, he snapped his fingers, causing flames to emerge.

Hermione froze, then unwillingly did as she was told. She threw her clothes to the floor and dutifully unbuttoned her neat white blouse, exposing her small cleavage, which was protected by a gorgeous red silk bra. She loved the excitement of wearing nice underwear only for herself, even though no one truly saw her attractive underwear lately.

The elf ordered her to take off her underwear carefully when she got all the way down to it, and she complied. The elf observed with curiosity as she gradually undressed, and finally she showed off her naked figure. The elf licking his lips asked Hermione to take a bath.

She readily jumped into the warm water to save her modesty and to clean herself after so long. She bathed in the relaxing water, enjoying herself and refreshing all the while feeling the piercing stare of the elf behind her. An half hour later she finally came out of the water as water dripped off her beautiful body.

The elf leered at her, enjoying the view. He handed her an potion that appeared gold and said, "Drink this." She gulped in shock as her breasts started to hurt, gradually growing from their typical B cup to a full D, her nipples expanding and her aerolas growing as she drank down the potion he gave her. "Put, on this," he said, displaying a red silk panties and revealing bra. Then, her dress—a significantly shorter skirt, with sheer black stockings, with a pair of extremely high stiletto heels—appears.

"Mudblood looks pretty," the elf urged. When he had finished turning her into a doll, she resembled a stripper dressed like a lady in business. Because of her, her enormous breasts were completely apparent as they protruded from her bra. Her top was half-undone and hung loosely about her chest, revealing her enormous breasts that protruded beyond her bra. Her stockings cut short roughly two inches beneath her skirt, giving the impression that her skirt was much shorter. Her skirt barely concealed her ass cheeks.

She shivered in the cold, Hermione standing in the skimpy dress, the house-elf staring at her. The poor lighting in the room created unsettling shadow on the walls, adding to the spooky atmosphere. Her heart leaped for delight when she heard a deep, recognizable voice suddenly reverberate around the room.

"Hermione?"

With a quick spin, she spotted Ron Weasley waiting in the doorway, her eyes expanding in shock and relief. His remarkable Viking-like features, including a short stubble of beard and a wild mane of red hair reaching his shoulders, gave him an aura of rugged attractiveness. Squealing his name, she hurried to him, not even seeing the brief flicker of his gaze over her scarcely dressed figure.

"Ron!" she cried, throwing her arms around him. Ron hugged her back tightly, inhaling the vanilla fragrance of her bath soap. His presence was a comforting reminder of safety and home.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Ron asked, pulling back to look at her tear-streaked face.

She nodded frantically, words tumbling out of her mouth in a rush. "I've been locked up here, in some sort of prison. That house-elf has been so cruel to me. We need to get out of here, Ron. Please, we need to find Harry and get out."

Ron's expression darkened as he glanced at the elf, which cowered in fear and then vanished with a pop. Hermione blinked in surprise, then turned her attention back to Ron "It's Dobby's twin. Somewhat an evil version"

"What happened to Harry? Do you know where he is?" she asked urgently.

Ron remained silent, a smile playing on his lips.

"Ron, what happened to him? Why are you smiling?" Hermione demanded, her voice rising in panic.

Ron chuckled, which only fueled her anxiety. She gripped his sleeves and shook him hard. "Ron, talk to me! Did they Imperius you? Are you under some kind of spell?"

As she shook him, his sleeve moved slightly, revealing a tattoo of a skull—the symbol of Voldemort's Death Eaters. Hermione gasped, stepping back in horror.

"Ron... what is this?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Ron just laughed again, his familiar lopsided grin doing nothing to reassure her. "Hermione, calm down."

"Who are you?" she screamed, her voice echoing off the stone walls. "What did you do to Ron?"

Ron stepped closer, his smile never wavering. "Hermione, it's me. Your best friend."

"No, you're not!" she shouted, tears streaming down her face. "Who the hell are you?"

"Shush... Pet" Ron chided her softly, that made her stop her rant and blink. "Follow me if you want to see Harry," he said calmly.

Conflicted but desperate, Hermione followed him through the castle's labyrinthine corridors. Each passage was grander than the last, filled with architectural wonders that would have impressed her under different circumstances. Finally, they reached a large room with imposing doors. Ron pushed them open, revealing a sight that made her blood run cold.

At the center of the room, seated on a grand throne, was the Dark Lord himself. Voldemort's snake-like features twisted into a smile as his eyes landed on Hermione. To his side stood Severus Snape, one eyebrow raised in curiosity, while Yaxley smirked at her, and Lucius Malfoy looked freshly shaven and disturbingly content.

"My Lord," Ron said, kneeling before Voldemort, shocking Hermione to her core.

"Weasley," Voldemort called out, almost affectionately, as if beckoning a favored son. Ron stood and walked over, receiving pats on the back from Yaxley and Lucius, who both looked at him with pride.

Lucius turned his gaze to Hermione, his eyes scanning her body in a way that made her skin crawl. "Ron here is one of our best," he said, leering. "He played a crucial role in all of this. Without him, we might have failed on many fronts."

Hermione's mind reeled. "Ron... what have you done?" she whispered, feeling a mix of betrayal and disbelief.

Ron looked back at her, his expression softening for a moment. "Hermione, this is the only way. You'll see."

"No!" she shouted, taking a step back. "This isn't you. The Ron I know would never—"

"Enough," Voldemort interrupted, his voice cold and commanding. "Ronald has proven his loyalty. Now, Miss Granger, it's your turn".

Hermione's voice echoed through the grand hall as she yelled, "What do you want? Do you really expect me to join you and kill innocent people?"

The room erupted in mocking laughter. Voldemort stood up from his throne and walked closer to her. She backed away, terrified by his sinister presence and the dark aura that surrounded him.

The Dark Lord stopped, his eyes narrowing as he regarded her with a twisted smile. "Pretty little Mudblood, scared of my appearance?" he sneered. With a wave of his wand, the horrifying visage of Voldemort vanished, replaced by the handsome features of Tom Riddle. His pale skin became human-like, and his bald head sprouted a full head of dark hair as if he had used Polyjuice Potion.

"Am I scary now?" he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. The Death Eaters laughed again, their voices filling the room.

Addressing her as Ms. Granger, Tom continued, "You see, Hermione, all the brilliant minds belong with us. And there is no one more brilliant than myself." Yaxley immediately chimed in, "That's true, my Lord," and the others nodded in agreement.

Tom's smile widened. "I want you as my pet."

Hermione gasped, horrified. "That will never happen!" she spat. "If anyone dares to touch me, I will kill myself."

Tom hummed thoughtfully, while the others glared at her with anger. Ron, standing among them, looked disappointed but not surprised at her defiance.

"You see, Mudblood," Tom began, "we anticipated your foolishness, so we had a plan." He clapped his hands, and two Death Eaters entered the room, dragging a bloodied and battered Harry between them. Hermione screamed Harry's name and ran towards him, only for Tom to pull her back by her hand.

"We let him live just enough to stay conscious," Tom said, "but he's almost dead."

Hermione looked at Ron, desperately searching for any sign of sympathy, but he only stared at Harry with disgust. "Don't look at Ron," Tom commanded. "He's one of us, a pureblood."

She glared at Ron, her mind racing with confusion and anger. Tom noticed her bewilderment and continued, "You must be wondering what's going on. Ron will explain it to you later. For now, we need to make something clear."

He turned to Hermione, his expression serious. "You will do whatever we tell you, or Harry will be killed. He's a waste of air, anyway."

The room filled with laughter again. Hermione, feeling hopeless, looked downcast. Tom asked, "Is that understood?"

"Yes," she replied quietly, her voice trembling.

"Good," Tom said, motioning for the Death Eaters to drag Harry away. As they pulled him out, Harry mumbled to Hermione, "Don't do anything they ask you to."

Tears filled her eyes as she hugged herself, feeling utterly lost. She looked up at Ron, silently pleading for help. Lucius Malfoy mocked her, "Aww, does the Mudblood want her crush to save her?"

Ron scoffed, and the others laughed again. Hermione didn't want Ron to save her, but she believed he could save her if he wanted to. He was taller and stronger than Snape, Lucius, and Yaxley, and more skilled than any of them, except for the Dark Lord.

Tom smiled, pleased. "I'm glad you hold me in such high regard Pet."

Hermione jumped, realizing Tom had read her mind. He motioned for her to approach him. "Smile and give me a hug," he ordered. "This photo will be the headline of tomorrow's Daily Prophet: 'The Golden Girl is a Pet for the Dark Lord.'"

She took a small step back, but stopped as she heard Harry yelling in the distance. She had no choice but to give Tom a hug. Yaxley and Lucius started snapping pictures of her right away, showing her nestled up to Tom and grinning seductively.

Satisfied with the pictures, Tom declared, "I'm not a mean guy anymore pet. I'm a decent master. I intend to use you, but I will give you first to the person you long for."

Hermione turned to face Ron, her heart thumping in her chest. With an unidentifiable sparkle in his eyes, he grinned at her and moved in closer.

"Back away gentlemen, let's enjoy the show, our mudblood put on" Tom reacted quickly and motioned for everyone to step aside. Then Ron appeared before of her, demanding that she take down her underwear before pleading with him to fuck her.

Hermione made a sincere attempt to resist, but she was unsuccessful when she heard a second scream coming from the hallway behind Ron. Her underwear was on the ground, and Yaxley leaned down to scoop them up and take a greedy whiff.

"Will you please fuck me?" she requested idly.

Ron reprimanded, "Oh you could do much better than that, pet. It will be far worse for Potter if you don't beg me properly."

The little mental fight she had managed to raise was instantly subdued by the possibility of her best friend's punishment.

She pleaded, hungry and needy, "Please fuck me, daddy." The men liked the kinkiness, but everyone was shocked at where she got the idea for the name—not even she.

"It's better," Ron gushed. Hermione's eyes opened at his size as he drew out his cock. "Come give it a kiss pet, get it wet."

She fell to her knees, kissing his bulbous head and nervously licking her lips as she admired his massive girth. Then she saw the lens flash once more, but her more pressing worries took precedence over her worries when she submissively widened her mouth and cautiously licked every inch of Ron's shaft.

He reassured her, saying, "That's it, all of it down your throat." She leaned in and parted her lips as widely as she could till her jaw hurt.

She struggled to breathe for a little while after he filled her mouth, but her panic was subdued by his hazy confidence, which allowed her to push him past her throat's back and up her windpipe, burying her nose in the red curls at the bottom of his cock. Ron continued to place his large hand behind her head.

Her body twitched in reflexive efforts to breathe, and tears streamed down her cheeks as her neck spasmed around him, desperately trying to get air. But all she did was sit there, quietly choking herself on him while their camera flashed again.

He urged her to sit back after a minute, and she collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. "Tell me, pet, how much you're loving this". Ron encouraged her to "use your pretty words" as he effortlessly lifted her, bent her over a desk and revealing her ass with her absurdly short skirt flipped up.

"Daddy, I'm having so much fun!" She let out a gasp, her voice low and seductive due to her bruised throat. "I love to be one of your bitch and having to lick your cock like a whore! I enjoy you having total power over me. My pussy gets wet seeing you!"

With his cock held palm up, Yaxley materialized before of her across the desk and shoved it into her agape mouth. Not bothering to consider her respiration, he plowed her face like it was her cunt.

Ron abruptly thrust inside her pussy from back, straining her to the breaking point, and his cock served as a gag to stop her from shouting.

As Ron quickly grasped her wrists and pinned them behind her, Yaxley laughed as she writhed against the desk, reaching out haphazardly with her arms due to the pain.

Feeling more full than ever, she was completely defenseless as the young redhead forced his way into her cunt and older Yaxley used her throat, his hands gripping her hair to keep her in place.

She felt she could take it no more, but Ron took them both out, and she rested with her back against the desk. She lay there, gasping between terrible tears, lacking the energy to shout.

Her head lolled over the side of the desk as Ron shoved her ankles upward into open air and Yaxley dragged them back towards him, nearly folding her in half. Her hands were bound by ropes to her ankles and eventually to the desk's corners, causing her to be cruelly exposed.

Yaxley yaped excitedly, twisting her nipples till she yelled as someone removed her clothes, revealing her enormous tits. She was only able to see the glow from the camera as Yaxley's cock was rammed again into her mouth as her head was falling back to allow him to thrust directly into her throat.

He put one hand on her neck, and as he used her, she felt how his cock enlarged her throat.

Her cunt was being coated with something wet, and it caught fire right away. She was overcome with an intense need to get fucked, and she could feel her wrecked cunt twitch and tighten in midair, as though she was on the verge of an orgasm!

As Ron's massive cock started to pound inside of her again, his long fingers twirling around her eager and swollen clit, she felt pathetically grateful while being unable to think due to the overwhelming feelings racking her body.

Yaxley ceased abruptly, pulsating in her throat while he groaned. She realized he had cum within her mouth when she tasted salt. He drew out, and she gasped for air. Ron grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, exposing his cock and the way it split her cunt.

"You will have to plead for it, pet, if you would like cum. You will come to regret cumming without permission". She looked at him, totally bewildered. It was an orgasm she craved, her body so close to hers. It was obvious to her that it would be fantastic. But to plead?

As Ron pressed into the hilt, his fingers stroked across her clit once again, and Yaxley started to toy with her tits once more, rubbing her delicate nipples with his fingers as well as thumbs such a way that caused her to really whimper. Finally, she muttered, "I... want to cum."

Behind her, Yaxley laughed with delight. He teased her, saying, "I always thought that you're a slut in heart, Granger."

Ron paid him no attention. "Say it pet. I know that you're so close. Do you not just like to play a good girl to me? You've already been extremely useful to us".

Hermione knew she have only a few minutes before she came, but she wasn't ready for the surge of need that came with hearing the words "good girl."

"Please," she let out. "Please allow me to cum."

Ron smiled, triumphant. He said, "Of course you can, pet."

At his words, she broke down, feeling the strongest climax of her life tear through her, squirting fluid out her cunt to mix with Ron's seed that her climax had milked from him.

Snape hovered over her using a camera, capturing closeups of her peaked nipples and sodden cunt as Ron and Yaxley walked aside, perhaps to clean up.

"It's perfect," he said, taking in the scene. "Ms. Granger, you will prove to be a fantastic asset." Hermione felt boneless, full of terror and need, and unable to speak due to a raw throat.

After they were finished, Ron released her ties, and all of the guys went back the way that they had come, taking her wand and every article of clothing she owned. She had no option but to accompany the elf back to her room, shivering and filthy.

After wiping away the proof of their assault, she fell into a hot bath. She assumed that the reason her cunt continued to twitching was because to the medicine they had applied to her. The vivid flare of Ron's cock when it sank out inside her was all she could think about.

She decided to take a much-needed nap, convincing herself it was only because she continued to stretched out and her voice was raspy from being severely face-fucked, making her seem sick.

After hearing an owl knocking on her window a few moments later, she groggily went for her wand to allow it in. She sat awake, the events of the day flashing back to her, terrified that the thin strip of vinewood was missing.

She noticed how excited she was again, and her pussy was moist and aching. It seemed likely that she had restful dreams. Her hips ached from the hard treatment she'd received, and she went rigidly to the windows to allow the owl in.

With the little package in hand, she went back to her bed and cautiously opened it, not wanting to expose herself to any harm because she was missing her wand. A few different-sized dildos, vibrators, a jar of bruising balm, a tiny butt plug sporting a green gem at the base, a tubes of anal lubrication, and a little message were all inside.

My pet, good afternoon.

I hope the fun you had with Yaxley and Ronald hasn't left you feeling too sore. In an effort that it will brighten your day, I've enclosed a bruising balm that I think works especially well on private regions.

I want you to wear the anal plug I've included going forward. You won't need underwear at all, and you can stop wearing tights or pants that hide your crotch.

A skirt and blouse would be appropriate for your official presentation, which is scheduled for next week. If you ignore this request, you are going to attend the meeting in your underwear, which can attract more attention from those in attendance than you would like. I have included pictures that will be published in the daily buggle tomorrow morning, showcasing your new role in the Dark Lord's chamber in front of everyone on the entire world.

Lucius Malfoy, your master--

Hermione turned the letter over three times, her terror growing each time. Being so directly directed in and around in such a sexual way made her feel hot and embarrassed, but her pussy was pulsating with arousal and making wet streaks on the bed.

She gasped in surprise when she unwrapped the envelope that was part of the packet. There were three pictures in it. In the first, she was seen snuggling up to Tom Riddle and overtly flirting with him in an extremely sultry parody!

In the other, she was on her knees, her body writhing and her eyes wide as she gagged herself on a large cock that was out of frame, seemingly voluntarily.

In the third image, she was spread out over a table, her cunt flapping, gaping, and shining with excitement. Her quivering arse was clearly visible, as was the shining thread. A string of cunt spilled from her as she gazed at the picture. Knowing that these were only a few of the hundreds of embarrassing photos that had been shot of her behaving like a whore and actually with death eaters made her quiver in terror. Her life was going to be completely destroyed if this was revealed.

Her clit stood out pink and firm in the close-up of her cunt, betraying her excitement and the force of the climax she has just experienced. She glanced at the photo, her breasts apparent in the background. With a picture sitting on the bed next to her, she grabbed for a vibrator then buried it into her eager pussy, pumping it within herself while rubbing her clit using her other hand. She felt ashamed with herself while she did this.

It was still not satisfying, and almost instantly she was horny again. She lifted the butt plug then flipped it over with her hands while groaning. She would much prefer insert it herself with lubricant than have Yaxley force it into her ass. Lucius was correct.

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At just prior to noon, she left the floo, which was designed to go via several chambers, and entered Lucius's large chamber hallway while wearing only a shirt and skirt per their desire.

Her normally modest shirt became painfully tight due to her newly expanded breasts, that had not decreased at all since the potion that she had taken yesterday. Additionally, the neckline, which was previously sensible and professional, now showed a lot of cleavage. Pebbled in the chilly air, her nipples were strikingly apparent and sensual as they caressed the cotton.

Even though her skirt is knee length, it seemed considerably shorter without underwear. Feeling like a sultry schoolgirl, she opted for knee-length socks for keeping her legs as cozy as possible, because she was not allowed to wear tights and didn't own any stockings. She realized she would need to buy a whole new dress if this was going to continue, but she pushed that idea out of her head. She was there to bargain; she might have to do some sort of sexual favors, but thereafter, they would release her.

She clenched her thighs to try to ease the throbs of arousal that had been bothering her since the moment Ron had given her that potion yesterday, earlier he had fucked her. She took a long breath to stop herself from whimpering when she felt the plug shift in her arse.

The house elf entered the room a bit later. He chirped, "Master's pet has arrived." Even though Hermione objected to a house elf calling her a pet, she nevertheless followed him.

They led her into a dimly lit room. The entire group was arranged in an open circle on plush couches and armchairs, all of them exuding confidence. Other than Tom, each of the others was there, from Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy? Antonin Dolohov, Yaxley, Snape.....Ron.

She was still perplexed by how her kind and considerate Ron, who brought her before the Dark Lord, has always been a death eater. Without shame. She tried not to quiver with fear and need as Ron grinned at her from the spot he sat, his pants bulging visibly.

Lucius called her to move into the center of the room, greeting her with a seductive gleam in his eye. She walked forward to accept his hand as he extended it, assuring herself as she was there to negotiate. He made a casual remark, "I see you followed instructions about not wearing a bra. Will you please lift your skirt so we can make sure you've kept your adorable little cunt accessible as well?" She glanced at him, startled by the vulgar remarks in his refined tones.

His eyebrow went up. "Now, please, or I'll have to get you around the room to personally check," he said. She hurriedly pulled her skirt up, revealing herself to the space. Lucius gave a soft smile. "Well done, dear, and the plug?" The green gem winked between her round ass cheeks as she dutifully raised the rear of her skirt. The five men cheered and whooped, and she swiftly pulled down her skirt once more to keep her dignity intact.

"Wonderful!" Lucius gave a hand clap. "I think things are going really nicely here. Please take a seat now, and I'll walk you through how this will work". Hermione surveyed the space. No seats remained.

Corban Yaxley said, "Over here, love!" and gestured for her to approach him. Without thinking, she stepped in his direction, and he caught her by the waist, lowering her into his lap. She let out a distressing squeak as one hand started to explore around her breasts and the other slid between her legs.

Nobody reacted as they were all staring at Lucius, who had already started talking. She was trapped to Yaxley's chest by his hands while he proceeded to abuse her, and she was forced to endure it or missing what Lucius was saying—which was undoubtedly crucial.

"As you can see, Ronald was successful in enticing our adorable little pet and winning her obedience. You just need to let her know where you are and your name, and she would come to you. She will always be there to fulfill your desires". A sly chuckle echoed through the room. Yaxley pressed a third finger inside Hermione's drenched cunt, squeezing her nipple so hard that she cried.

"Given her intelligence, I have little doubt that the Mudblood will learn her teachings quickly. She has a list of regulations that she must follow and will face harsh consequences if she does not. These will involve her never having to state refuse to you or refusing to do anything, and her never having to wear panties unless you directly ask her to. Ron is going to make sure she's safe; we don't want to break her entirely since we need her to be healthy in order to use her for many more years to come. This implies that Ron will speak with each of you in private when she has any complaints about the way you are treating her or if anyone of you take any actions that could harm her irreversibly". The men seemed rattled with fright; apparently, Ronald Weasley's "speech" was taken seriously by everybody.

"Severus has now concocted a unique concoction for us that will limit our pet's pleasure and maintain her obedience. We'll finish the ceremony right now." Yaxley got up and dragged her to the middle bench in the room, where he pushed her down. She soon realized it was custom-made, featuring a leather top that was padded and straps on either side that held both of her legs in place. The straps were securely bonded into place.

Her skirt had been pushed up, revealing her plugged arse and oozing cunt to the entire audience. To preserve her mouth open, someone had inserted a gag ring into her mouth. Ron got up and started to explain, holding up a big bottle of shimmering crimson elixir. "Before you fuck her, the potion must be applied all over her openings. Once you come, the cum will be the last component in the potion, tying her pleasure to you. Applying the remedy before each session, you all need to cum in her mouth and in her ass. She won't be able to have orgasms of her own because only those of us within this room shall be able to take her ass as well as mouth, which may be done twice at a time. After that, we will all take a round fucking her cunt, binding her to us forever."

"Her body will be in a state of constant arousal and neediness, and she will literally ache with a desire to be filled if she is unable to get a cock into one of her holes for longer than roughly six hours." Once more, Lucius seized command, saying, "Remember, she is an offering for us to utilize. She is still under the Dark Lord's claim, so be prepared to give her to him at his request".

Fear and panic were swimming through Hermione's mind. Six men. Three holes. She would essentially be compelled to cum before them and suck eighteen cocks in short succession; nobody else would ever be competent to finish her off afterwards! And she would always be desperate and horny. And she was about to get fucked in the ass! She'd never been taken there by anyone.

They all intended to fuck her rear. She was about to get fucked by six men. Not to mention Ron, who had almost ripped her pussy off before! They all watched as Lucius announced out the title of the guy who was going to have her ass firstly as she forced herself to stop panicking and gasped during the ring gag.

"Dolohov" She trembled. Huge hands reached for her butt, lifting and squeezing her cheeks. She let out a yell when her green butt plug was pulled out of her ass, leaving an incredibly intimate and personal feeling of emptiness in its stead.

She imagined it was the cleansing and lubrication spell she had once seen mentioned in a magical sex book, but she never felt the urge to attempt, as a chilly, tingling spell shot through her back passage. Her most intimate place was exposed to the entire room as thick fingers pulled her cheeks apart. Then, they started massaging her anus with the burning concoction that had been applied to her yesterday, pushing within and covering every inch of her body till her ass was burning.

The blunt tip of a cock prodded at her backdoor, and she was now really grateful that she had actually experienced pulling the plug herself, so at least she knew a little bit about what to expect. That she had stolen her own anal virginity, in some minor way. Regretfully, the cock that was forcing its way up her unprepared ass seemed larger and longer than the plug. It also didn't taper down; instead, it continued to stretch her and felt wider inside of her.

Dolohov finally, agonizingly, stopped. She realized he had to be completely inside of her when she felt his hips pressing up on her butt. She heard someone screaming, and it wasn't until she let out a deep cry that the sound temporarily halted to identify herself as the one shouting.

Then, to her utter terror and anguish, she felt excitement and want swelling in her belly, inflating her clit and converting her screams into unsettlingly sexy moans. He then drew back out and drove right back within again, starting to fuck her with earnest. Amidst a cacophony of catcalls, she heard Draco gleefully crow, "She likes it! It just makes sense that a dirty mudblood is going to be a butt slut."

Dolohov's rhythm faltered, and as he approached, she felt the hot flood in her guts. Barely had a second to spare before she was getting another dose of searing potion in her ass and had an unidentified cock shoved roughly inside of her.

It hurt less the second time, since Dolohov had been stretching her so effectively. Lucius poured a sweet elixir in her mouth and sticking his fingers into the gag and covering her tongue and lips with the sticky substance, so she wasn't sure if she should be thankful for the absence of agony or appalled at her own seeming compliance.

He ran his fingers through her hair and thrust his penis down her throat with a nonchalant demeanor. Following that, she gave up on thoughts of arousal and humiliation and instead made an effort to think, unwind, and breathe anytime she could. The flavor of cinnamon burnt in her lips and nose, a terrible imitation of something cozy and festive about the holidays.

The first orgasm caught her off guard, but she knew they'd noticed when someone whooped with delight—presumably the proud owner of the cock that's currently lodged deep in her ass. "She came just now! The little slut got an orgasm!" They appeared to get even more excited by this, and she could feel them stepping up their efforts and encouraging one another.

Her cries were unheard as a second man grasped her hair, pulling her head in the direction he liked, and stuffing her mouth with more sticky cinnamon, which made her cough and choke.

She wasn't sure when her garments had disappeared or been torn from her, but they were definitely gone now, along with whatever meager modesty they had formerly offered. They already utilized her in the most personal manner imaginable, so she could not bring herself to care.

As cock upon cock split open her tormented arse, sperm and cinnamon trickled down her thighs, each man's come serving as the next man's lubrication, and the dreaded searing cinnamon potion provided an excruciating counterpoint to the repeated orgasms her body somehow managed to induce. She felt her cunt, which had not yet been touched, swell with excitement and realized she was pouring.

She had a brief moment of relief as they freed her off the bench and turned her over, allowing them to make eye contact and penetrate her cunt after they had finally used both her mouth as well as her arse. She felt a surge of disgust at this perverted form of closeness. Her head was bound by a spell to keep her from turning away while they bound her down upon her back with her legs wide apart and her arms extended above her head.

She was shocked to discover how desperate she was for someone to satisfy her hungry cunt.

Ron started things out. With a little doubtful gaze, he was getting ready to take her. Hermione purred slightly, both at the realization that this was actually occurring and at the sight of him, which caused her to experience an even greater surge of excitement. Without saying anything, he walked up to her, smeared the flaming potion over her drenched cunt, and made her yell loudly. Then, he pushed his massive cock into her desperate cunt and popped it in one smooth stroke, all the while smiling as she moaned and whimpered. Her body greeted him as a lover as he started to thrust into her after he had previously utilized her mouth and arse. He was the first to use her pussy. “You are now a little slut to me, yeah?” He enquired.

The redhead didn't appear to mind that she had to resist the temptation to respond and remained mute. Without trying to consider her pleasure, he gave her a strong and quick fuck, although it didn't really matter. She couldn't take her eyes off of his blue gaze when it met hers.

She felt him stammer and release inside of her when he ordered her to orgasm, and she sank instantly into oblivion, shouting her own pleasure to the derisive laughter and taunts from everyone else in the room. Grinning, he withdrew, maintaining gaze with her till he was out of her restricted field of vision.

As the next Master drew near, she let out a little whimper. "Yaxley Corban." The sarcastic tone in his voice upset her. He seemed to love the way she yelled out as the paste burnt her, taking his time to ensure he had covered all of her folds, the area surrounding her clit, and the deepest part of her cunt.

He appeared to know this, though, because as he fucked her, he gripped her breasts and mercilessly pinched her nipples. Even though she was already so wet, it didn't hurt when he plunged into her. He looked directly at her and said, "I'm going to enjoy punishing these tits." He then gave her a severe nipple twist. He merely laughed as she gave him a look. "Slut, come for me." And when Yaxley flooded her with his cum, she came in just as hard, if not harder, than she had only a moment before.

Before Severus Snape materialized, he smiled at her and took a moment to rub his hands through her hair as tears streamed down her cheeks. His steady, deep voice could have been comforting in a different situation, but right now it only made her cry more. With a clumsy gesture, he applied the medicine to her and cautiously into her while maintaining his thumb over her clit.

He held her eyes and made little circles around her clit, causing her to whimper. His eyes were dark and fierce. Quietly, he said to her, "I am going to have you begging for me, Pet," his rich voice made her name sound particularly valuable.

With a level of passion that left her speechless, he played with her while slowly fucking her, stopping her from going over the brink. “Beg to have an orgasm,” he instructed her gently.

She heard the words coming out of her lips awkwardly around the gag, but she wasn't sure if that was the magical aspect of the ceremony or the force of the sexual encounter after all. "May I please cum?"

He pushed into her again, telling her, "Cum for me!" as his fingers lightly squeezed her clit as his own orgasm raced through her. With her eyes sparkling and her chest heaving, she cried her release, and he smiled back at her.

She was ashamed of herself as she watched him leave. What if this is indeed her calling? She appeared to be having fun with it. However, it was the custom. This terrible concoction, tying her to them. She didn't choose it. She didn't have much time to consider it.

Lucius Malfoy was the next, and when she met his crazy gaze, her eyes grew wide. After applying the medicine to her cunt, he proceeded to wipe it all over her body, leaving marks on her flesh that nearly made her laugh. He even scratched her with his fingernails.

Pushing his cock into her, he told her, "I'm going to use it for anything I want. Perhaps I'll give you to the death eaters!" With a frenzied tone, he chuckled, and she could see that he would rather not. Nevertheless, the stimulation potion worked as intended, and he easily fucked her. He touched her breasts as though attempting to flatten them and whispered, "They would use you like their cum dump. But you aren't going to able to cum with those cocks.” She didn't imagine anyone else could have heard the grumbling under his breath. He told her, "Cum then, mudblood," as he eventually penetrated her.

An orgasm came over her out of nowhere, and she gasped. As he moved away, his cock sliding away, she let out a pitying whimper. They began the second round once they had all taken her, with the exception of Draco. She was made to cum again by each of them, and eventually she was trembling as she laid there restrained until Ron intervened for a second round.

When her gaze locked with his once more, she was engulfed in an ocean of blue that alluded to the sea—endless, thrilling, but frightening as well. Even if she wasn't forced to maintain eye contact with him, she couldn't have turned away. The other guys she had recently taken didn't stop his enormous cock from stretching her, even though his fingers were soft as he spread the potion.

She thought he fucked like he recognized what he was doing, likening his efforts to those of, like, Yaxley or Lucius, who were pretty sloppy and superficial. As he caressed her body, she felt waves of genuine want and pleasure that overcame her internal revulsion at her own feelings. She was not shocked when he gave her the order to cum; it was an intense rush of delightful, toe-curling pleasure.

"Draco Malfoy," the last person to take her, walked up.

If she hadn't been so terrified, she nearly would have laughed. Draco? Really? Did Draco plan to fuck her?

Her cunt burned again from clumsy fingers, and then she felt an extremely inexperienced thick, short cock thrust into her. The fact that he hadn't plowed her ass nor mouth made her wonder if he was even a virgin. Especially since Lucius had commented earlier when Draco tried to cut the line, "Draco know better than to touch his father's pet. So he won't be claiming the mudblood. He is just here for his first experience"

His hands clumsily grasped her bust, and he gave her a foolish smile while pushing in and out. "You talked a lot at school," he said. "I want you to stop talking." She looked at him, indiscernibly offended, but said nothing. With satisfaction, he grinned.

"Cum, right now." A new stream of tears ran down her cheeks as Lucius gave an order close by, giving her the painful sensation of an undeserved orgasm being yanked from her twitching muscles. After getting dressed, the men walked about the room and waited.

With a smile on his face, Lucius stood close by and released her from her restraints with a wave of his wand. She was able to ease the pain in her hips as well as shoulders before being gently lifted to her feet. He told her to "stand here, with your legs apart and your arms out." She followed instructions knowing that trying to flee would not get her past the point where they could catch her. Anyhow, she wasn't even certain that she could walk.

Lucius moved forward and started using his wand to draw patterns on her flesh. Everywhere he moved, silvery lines shone for an instant before vanishing and leaving a delightful sensation on her skin. She was so enthralled with the force of the magic that she lost any desire to move.

He concentrated on her erogenous zones, which included her back, ears, throat, inside of her thighs, butt, breasts, and especially her nipples. He continued to draw lines around her clit, down her chest and across her belly, defining her mon's and the edges of each labia. Eventually, he dipped his wand deep inside her cunt till she felt him pushing on her cervix.

His fingers probed deep into her ruined hole, across her bruised perineum, around her wide sphincter, and deep into her ass as well. The ten-inch wand caressed a tingling route along the inside of her rectum. At last he pulled back, completing his elaborate design by following every inch of each of her legs then meticulously drawing a labyrinth of lines across both of her feet so swiftly that her entire sole shone.

At last, he took the wand from her flesh and stood up straight once again to draw one last line, this time encircling her throat with silver that remained forever. He took a step back, his breathing labored and perspiration evident on his brow.

The silver around her neck combined to form a delicate, straightforward choker chain that felt surprisingly heavy on her flesh. She reached up to it, almost without thinking. She was certain it wouldn't break or be easy to take off because it was just a single loop without a clasp or decoration. She had a pet-style collar on.

Draco turned to Lucius and handed a few rings which clearly were meant to be pierced. Dolohov moved to take his place behind her, effortlessly trapping her arms back her and forcing her legs apart to prevent her from moving.

Grasping her left breast, Lucius was nearly surgical in his technique, rolling her nipple to a rigid peak and pressing the ring on it. He murmured while holding the end of his wand against the ring.

The ring penetrated her sensitive flesh and sent a surge of agony throughout her chest, causing her to scream. However, the ring sealed itself into an unbroken loop, healing the wound instantly and leaving it with a dull throb.

She screamed again, and Lucius calmly performed the same process on the other breast while grinning a little. At last, he raised the third ring to her view, biding her time to realize its intended destination. As she assembled it, her breath caught, and she looked up into his horrified eyes. He gave me a cruel smile and made a satirical parody of falling to one knee.

Clearly enjoying the audible groans the motion evoked from Hermione, Lucius used his thumb to pull up the hood on her clit and his finger to tease the oversensitized bud beneath. Then he cast the spell, delicately placing the ring and pressing it against her hood.

This time, instead of screaming, she sobbed as she realized there was no way out of this predicament. As the ring became secure, her clit began to pulsate. Lucius pulled on it, twisted it to cause her to whimper as it brushed against her clit.

"It's wonderful," he said, then moved back to retake his spot on the couch. Dolohov let her go and moved aside as well. The men swarmed around her, admiring her sweaty, voluptuous body and petting her piercings.

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A few moments after the ritual concluded, the elf returned her to her chamber and she found herself alone in the living room with the elf by her side. She said, "Thank you, er...," unaware of his name. She would not be impolite to the poor elf, regardless of what else happened.

"You may call me Tobby" The elf gave her a cunning smile. "Tobby needs to wear clothing and steal money from wizards because of the little pet. Tobby is aware that Little Pet was formerly known as Missy Hermione, and that Missy Hermione is a depraved witch who robs house elves of their honor. Tobby is happy that Missy Hermione's dignity has been stripped away by my Masters. Tobby observes Wizards use little pets for endless hours! Tobby believes the little pet ought to express gratitude to him appropriately."

With a gesture of his palm, the elf revealed his cock, that Hermione saw was visibly hard beneath his pants. "No!" She said, "Go away, Tobby!" with horror and disgust.

Tobby chuckled. "Tobby's Master owns the little pet, and she has to follow her instructions. Because of evil Missy Hermione, Tobby becomes a free elf who is no longer required to follow the advice of witches and wizards. Tobby is superior to Little Pet."

Hermione's eyes widen as the elf flicked his fingers, forcing her to her knees. The elf commanded, "Say please for sucking Tobby's cock."

"No, I don't want to," said Hermione, who protested, making a valiant effort to avert her gaze.

Tobby angrily remarked, "Bad Missy Hermione want elfs as well as wizards to be treated as equal. The little pet sucks the cocks of six wizards today, but won't suck Tobby's? Missy Hermione is far worse than Tobby had imagined."

Hermione's eyes filled with desperate tears. "No, I want equality for you! However, I had never wanted for sucking any of the of their cocks. I was forced by them."

Tobby gave a shrug. "You can be forced by Tobby too." Hermione stood still her mouth hanging slightly open as he flicked his fingers once more. The elf released his enormous cock and fisted it several times before putting his head on her lips, but the floo flared up before he could begin to penetrate her. Her heart sank. She wasn't keen on people to witness what she believed to be the lowest point of her life.

Entering into the room with his pet dog in tow, Ron abruptly stopped upon noticing her frozen form and the elf on the verge of pushing his penis into her mouth. The elf flinched as the dog barked and hissed at her. With a look of rage on his face, Ron violently tore the elf from her and strode directly back to the next room, leaving Hermione motionless.

Hermione peered at the pet dog of his, which had sharp teeth and a large, almost feral appearance. It was also drooling and had a lolling tongue. Ron had returned in less than a minute, carrying Hermione's wand. He saw her give his dog a terrified expression before whistling for the dog to come over to a wall and snuggle up. After removing the bodybind, he drew her to his arms. "I've brought you your wand, and the elf will soon be dealt with. Even if you are our pet, you still count as a witch, so you should have self-defense. Tonight, I'm going to stay here. You'll need to take some care of yourself following that ritual."

All Hermione could do was lie in his lap and cry. The elf had viciously torn away the few remnants of dignity she had left after surviving the rite. Maybe it was the years of acquaintance, but she felt strangely safe with Ron, and just now she would accept any kind of safety. For another day in a row, she allowed him to bring her into the bath and voluntarily submerged herself in the hot water.

She did not object when he undressed and got in the tub with her. He reminded her of a legendary viking in every aspect, and now that she could see it, he bore the dark mark upon his arms. He drew her to him, where she curled up between his knees and rested her back on his chest as he used a washcloth to delicately but firmly remove the sweat and sperm from her skin.

Each time that Ron's fingers reached the same spots on her body where Lucius pressed his wand, her skin tingled, and it did not take long for her to become pleasurably aroused once more, leaning toward his touch as Ron washed her thighs and breasts. As he cleaned her legs, he softly questioned her, "Hermione, what do you think about the BDSM lifestyle?"

Even though his voice was quiet and low, she could still feel the power he radiated as she leaned against him. "Not really much," she acknowledged. "I've never had the opportunity or chance to look into it further, but I have come across a few romantic novels where they occasionally spank, use rope, or handcuffs, and it seems to turn me on."

He didn't say anything more until he was cleaning between her legs with his fingers because, after all the fucking, even the gentle fabric was too harsh for her delicate flesh. "Share your experiences of having sex with Harry, while you and him were dating in the sixth year. You weren't a virgin, I know that."

Though she wasn't really sure why, she gave a truthful response. "In my fifth year, I gave up my virginity for a muggle guy, but it didn't work out. He was so lovely, and although he did attempt to make me cum, I was too nervous to get all the way there, so I had to fake it, and he looked really proud of himself. After a few instances of sex, I ended our relationship. I generally faked it, but once he made me cum.

I started dating Harry following him. He was really uneasy about not having been my first, and he would pout and walk off in a huff if I did not fake an orgasm right away. You were already aware that he cheated on me with Romilda Vane."

"So it had been three years now since you...." Ron seated her gently in front of him and started rubbing her favorite magical curl conditioner into her hair.

"Even so, it's not as though I don't manage to satisfy myself. I have a bunch of toys that Lucius gave me."

His sweet laugh was more than just a sound to her. With a lovely rumble in her ear, he questioned, "How many times do you fuck your lovely little cunt using those toys, Hermione?"

She reddened. In spite of everything, somehow. "Uh... twice or three times in a day?" she questioned, seeming embarrassed. Using jets of clean, hot water out his wand to remove the lather from her hair, he brought her back up to his chest.

He called them "Accio Hermione's toys." The box flew out of her drawer and landed on the bathroom counter. With one hand gently caressing her breast and playing with it, he softly demanded, "Introduce me to the... men in your life." He then slowly tugged on the newly acquired nipple ring, sending pleasure waves directly to her cunt. He slightly tipped the box to reveal its contents.

With timidity, Hermione reached forward and took out the first dildo out the box. One of her favorite things to sit within herself and play with her clit was this six-inch-long, realistic-looking, bright pink rubber object. It gave her clit that extra fullness. She showed it to Ron with both hands and described her favorite way to use it. She placed it on the bath's side and removed the next item, a vintage black rabbit vibrator, because he didn't say anything. "The fastest is this one. It vibrates." She hesitated to push the button and experienced its buzzing sensation in her hand. "I refer to it as a rabbit. When the rest slides inside of me, the ears tickle my clit."

Without saying anything, he took it off of her and gestured for her to keep going while pressing the vibrator's buzzing head up on her nipple ring. He laughed, and she whimpered at the sensation. "Don't stop," Ron urged her.

The next device she picked up was a bullet vibrator, and she tried not to pay attention to the buzzing sensation in her nipples. He also grabbed this from her and put it on her other nipple.

Then she had her Kegel balls, which were two weighted balls attached to a string that she could get inside of and move around to gently fuck her as she walked. She teased herself all day long, wearing them only once. Ron took these from her, feeling their weight in his palms, and appeared intrigued by them.

A much larger dildo, 10 inches in length and nearly as girthy just like Ron, that she used two times when she got really horny, a not used butt play set finished with two plugs, a tiny cord of anal beads that were still in its packet, and a plug-in wand that she found too strong and difficult to plug in were the toys that took up the remaining space in the box.

She was groaning and whining as she talked, nearly ready to cum from the vibrations on her nipples by when she finished describing. When she finally placed the final toy back into the box, he turned off the vibes, left her breathless and twitching on the brink. "Oh no, Ron, please!" She let out a gasp. "I was very close!"

She was kneeling in the tub between his knees as he turned her to face him. With a soothing tone and sharp eyes, he asked, "First of all, pet, I want you to refer to me as Master or Daddy whenever you beg me or talk to me directly. Second, always ask for permission to orgasm. Thirdly, relying solely on nipple stimulation wouldn't allow you to cum. Remember that your freedom has been restricted. You will never again cum unless you have any of your Masters cocks in any of your holes."

With a gentle tug upon the ring that was now piercing her clit hood, he stretched between her thighs and pulled a whine from her lips. "You would be screaming and pleading to cum, yet you couldn't until one of us pushed our cock in you. You, I, or anybody else could play with your little clit, your gorgeous tits, and even fuck those holes using toys all day and at night. Thus, Hermione, if you ask politely, I'll be pleased to assist you. However, if I do not believe you requested politely enough, then..." He did not need to complete the threat, so he let the phrase linger.

"Daddy, please! Would you please let your pet cum off your cock?" she broke down. It was almost therapeutic to do it voluntarily now that she had been taken so completely for granted all afternoon, despite her own desires. She felt desperate.

Ron grinned slowly, revealing dimples she was unaware he possessed. "You certainly can, my love. Turn around and spread those cheeks for me.” As instructed, she turned around and gently rested her chest and face on the bathtub rim. She then reached back to spread her ass for him.

She felt the familiar push of a blunt cock tip entering her ass, then the icy sensation of the prep magic, followed by a lubricating charm. He bottomed in inside her, causing her orgasm, that had only been averted by the ritual's power, to occur instantly. She shouted out her delight and clenched around him.

He gave her a moment to savor it before getting moving, taking her quickly but not roughly as he pursued his own satisfaction. But in a little while, she was pleading once more. "Daddy, please! I must cum."

He urged her to "wait till I tell you can, pet." In order to assist her resist the climax, he quickened his speed, reaching to her tits then pulling firmly on her rings.

"Daddy, please, please!" Arching into his hands, her ass whirled around him in a desperate beg.

"Not just yet, dear." He gently told her, "I control your pleasure, but you can't take it against approval, or I am going to punish you." He gave her a warning with a quick smack on the butt as she let out a needy sigh.

He was pushed over the brink by her response whimper and groaned as he flooded her ass up with his seed. "Pet, you may now cum." he said to her. She shattered instantly, clutching and trembling as she gasped out his name.

“Thank you Daddy!” She held on to him as he took her in his arms and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"That's my good girl." Desire made her quiver in his arms. She was clearly kinked to praise. After giving them both a good wash with clean water, he pulled her from of the bathtub and used a charm to dry her off. Subsequently, he extracted a butt plug out of the pocket of his robe.

"It is a prepare butt plug. You will always be clean, stretched, and lubricated, which will make the anal less difficult on you—at least initially. Unless instructed otherwise by one of your teachers, wearing this all the times will be a requirement of your regulations. You won't need to take it off to shower or use the restroom because the cleaning spell will handle that." He extended it towards her. "Should I insert it, or would you like to on your own?"

She cast a doubtful glance at the plug. Was it truly still the exact same day? It was larger than the one that they'd forced her to wear earlier in the day. however compared to the big green stone, it appeared more comfortably curved at the base. "Daddy, could you please do it?" she timidly requested.

Ron gave a nod. "Of course, Hermione, I appreciate your kind tone. I think you're really a good girl." His comments caused her cheeks to flush, and he smiled. "Now bend over." She was still opened wide from his cock, so he had no trouble inserting the plug into her. As he put it inside her and tapped the base to ensure it was secure, she let out a faint whimper.

He said to her, "You look beautiful with a plug up your arse. Now, we are going eat some meals, and then it's about time you're going to take some rest. You should have received your scheduler from Lucius by now, and tomorrow sounds like a busy day." Leading her into the lounge, he handed her dressing gown. As expected, a cunning black dragonhide magischeduler was perched on the coffee table.

Groaning as the plug moved inside of her, she fell down to the sofa and grabbed it up. With a snap of his fingers, Ron gave Tobby an order for food, and Tobby bowed to him in fright before disappearing and snarling at Hermione. A second later, two dishes flew past Tobby in safe bubbles and settled perfectly on the table; Ron flung a galleon at Tobby, who grabbed it and fled.

Hermione was a little taken aback as she observed the appetizing pie and mash; she became aware that she was actually starving when her stomach began to growl.

Smelling herself warm from the familiar magic, she grabbed up her wand from where Ron had left it on the sofa table. She called out cutlery and gave Ron a set before she settled in.

As she was eating, she gasped and turned open the timetable with one hand. Every page had a list of the hours and minutes of the day on the left, followed by a section for her to record the events on the right.

Every morning, two hours were marked in blue for work, and Ron's name was neatly printed next to it. She got Gangbang events once per week on Thursdays in the afternoons; they were indicated in pink. The rest of her time was being filled in the blank spots before her eyes, with various names and locations written in an assortment of handwriting to add the details. The spaces were highlighted in green.

On the bottom on the sheet, there was a red pen remark stating that her Masters could only spend an hour or so with her every day unless they were having her for the entire weekend. In that case, they were able to have her for one weekend per month and were unable to have her throughout the week.

She ignored the note, not caring about its contents because she would not have a voice otherwise. Reaching over, Ron shut the book firmly and put it aside. "Eat, pet. Read that first thing in the morning. You must now take it easy and relax."

With all of the comforting warmth of the bathtub and her previous orgasms gone, she stared at him in desperation as she realized once more how hopeless her situation was. She insisted, "How can I eat, relax and rest when I'm scheduled to be raped over tomorrow?"

"It's not a rape, dear," he reassured her. "None of them will compel you to carry out any action. The custom will guarantee that you'll beg for it!" She looked up at him, wondering whether that was really what he thought. He repeated, this time with more sternness, "Eat your food."

With a robotic eat-through of another bite of beef pie, she grabbed up her fork. It was excellent, really. He said softly as she was eating, "Can't you feel when your pussy flutters and becomes wet at the mere thought of being pulled around your Masters cock? You're getting filled up by the plug, but isn't that enough? Have you noticed that each time you put the fork in your mouth, you lick it? Hermione, you desire this. You may not realize how much until a few days later, but I assure you that you will."

She noticed her body tingling as he listed the various parts and moved slightly on the couch, sensing that she was being aroused once more.

He sent his plate back to Tobby and drew her into his lap since Ron had cleared it. Spreading her legs apart, he started to playfully tease her clit while casually chatting to her about how all she had to do was pay attention to her body and realize that everything was OK.

Whimpering and wriggling on his lap, she felt herself becoming more and more wet, but he would not move, not alter his beat, not touch somewhere else. He would remove his hand and completely stop touching her whenever she made a move that altered anything, and if she talked, he would cut her off and instruct her to continue eating her food.

For the remainder of the dinner, she made a valiant effort to remain motionless, thinking that if she'd been a good girl, he would reward her with something more than the excruciatingly light strokes of his fingers on her clit. "What a lovely girl you are, Hermione!" he muttered as she eventually completed her meal. "You pick things up so fast. I can tell it will be fun to train you."

She was so full of adulation that she almost burst with energy, trembling under his constant caresses. "Sweetheart, might you want my cock for dessert?" He enquired.

“Yes please, Daddy!” She excitedly consented, understanding that she would require a cock to experience the climax he had been building her to.

"I need you to perform all the work, pet, so get on your knees now. I won't smack your face or give you advice; you must learn how to deliver a solid blowjob. Do you realize that you can only orgasm once I've put some cum down your throat?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said, kneeling down. Ron saw her excitedly take his cock from his pants while he sat back and grinned. He was sure she would handle him now, just like she had previously, even if it was obvious she was new to blow jobs and she was having some difficulty with his size. Hermione Granger has the strength to overcome her instinctive urge to choke and breathe, albeit it would take some time for her to learn how to do so.

He knew that she was almost having an orgasm just from the teasing he'd given her over supper, so there was another battle she was going to lose.

She put her little hands round the bottom of his cock and let him have as much space in her mouth as possible. As soon as he hit the inside of her throat, she immediately gagged, but she persisted in sucking him down because she had clearly learned from her four hours of face-fucking that afternoon that it wasn't going to kill her.

He was impressed that she had managed to get just over six-inch of him on her first attempt, but she nevertheless had four more inches to go. She changed her approach and started to lick the whole length of the shaft, giving him a playful tickle as she swirled her tongue around his head and sucked on him as a lollypop. Enjoying her "dessert," he grinned down at her and felt a familiar tug within his balls. She was progressing nicely.

Taking a big breath, she tried again to swallow him whole, faltering and coughing as she pushed him down her throat. First six, then seven inches! "Well done, Hermione!" He gave her encouragement.

For her, it was too much. She squirted all over the floor, coming hard with his cock within her throat as well as the shouts of praise ringing in her ears. Immediately, with a harsh expression, he dragged her off him. “What had I say, you filthy bitch?”

With humiliation on her face, she said, "Not to cum until you did."

His voice was deathly quiet as he asked her, "What have I been asking of you for calling me?"

"Daddy!" She sobbed. "I apologize, Daddy!"

"Hermione, I've decided to spank you after I fuck onto your face to get my orgasm." He forced her open mouth back on his cock by grabbing a clutch of her untamed curls. She tried to adjust, but he denied her an opportunity, fucking her throat rough and hard till he arrived a few moments later. Her throat clenched around him.

He let his sperm splash over her face as he drew out as he came. “Swallow it everything," he told her. "Lick your fingers and swipe it off your face. You cannot waste a single drop of this pureblood cum." With tears in her eyes, she obeyed, ladling the sweet batter in her mouth and gulping it.

She said, "Thank you, Daddy," her voice raspy from the torture to her throat.

He smiled and said, "Good girl for recognizing to thank me." Her expression brightened slightly.

"I understand that you didn't intend to cum. It was a mistake, my love, wasn't it?" With regret, she nodded. "And don't you want to prove yourself a good girl to me?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said with increased eagerness.

"Hermione, I want you to turn out as a good girl too, but in order for you to swiftly learn what it means to be good, I must discipline you when you misbehave, even if it's just by accident. Pet, do you get it?"

She slowly nodded. "Yes, Daddy. Please discipline me so that I can behave well."

Ron struggled to contain his smile. "I promise, my little girl. Now...over my lap, bend." After taking off her clothes gown, she positioned herself naked across his thighs, just as he had instructed. Her asshole winked about her butt plug. "Have you ever received spankings?" He enquired.

"No," she said in response.

"I promise not to give you a lot this time, pet. I'm going to use my hand to spank your butt eight times. You're going to count them, say "thank you," and ask for another one when you're ready. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy." Grasping her cheeks with his hands, he kneaded and squeezed them before slamming his open hand into her left buttock. She let out a cry, but she quickly collected herself. “One, thank you so much Daddy!” As he ran his fingers over the crimson print on her ass, she inhaled sharply.

"Please give me another, please." He obliged swiftly, leaving a corresponding print on the right buttock. "Thank you, Daddy, again! Could I please have another, please?"

He kept switching between her cheeks, observing the color that was developing. Her cunt was dripping with desire, and he had a sneaking suspicion that she was being turned on by the motion of the plug inside her ass. She gasped and moaned, "Six, thank you Daddy," as he caressed her glowing cheeks.

"Please give me another, please." She let out a quiet groan as he used a bit more force to the seventh hit. With labored breathing, she murmured, "Seven, thank you, Daddy. Please give me another, please."

He struck her for the final time, taking pleasure in her helpless sigh as he shook the plug out of her ass, and his hand's edge touched her weeping cunt's lips. She finished counting to eight and did not get up from his lap while he continued to rub and caress her flushed behind.

He complimented Hermione, saying, "Good girl." He grinned, feeling the tiny wriggle of delight she did as he whispered the words. She grumbled a bit as he released her after helping her off his lap. "It's time to go to sleep. I will meet you in the bedroom when you go and get ready. Remember that you will be sleeping unclothed from now on, so stop worrying about wearing pajamas.

She muttered, "Yes, Daddy," as she walked out of the room. She was obviously too nervous to ask, but he knew she was keen on cum once more by how she massaged her thighs in as she walked.

When she emerged from the shower, he had already gotten in her bed, his hair styled into luxurious curls and his breath minty fresh. He grinned at her as she entered next to him, nude but for her plug. "You will need a cock inside one of your pussy or ass or mouth at least often every six hours due to the ritual, or else you will begin to hurt from need. It will be ideal for you to fall asleep with one of the Masters every night as eight hours is a healthy amount of sleep, and that way you can get fucked as soon as you go to sleep and as soon as you wake up." He told her, "Your Master might also be so nice as to fuck you up for the night too."

"But I do like to warm my cock with my pet. I will spend the entire night sleeping with my cock within you. It's okay if you climax in your sleep; I know you have no control over that, especially since you're still getting used to it. One advantage for you is the fact you won't wake up in an urgent state of need and will likely feel fulfilled and content during the night."

He skillfully positioned her so that he could spoon her while he spoke, having her lie on her side and turn her back to him. Gently guiding his semi-hard cock into her cunt, he drew her back toward him and performed a spell to keep them together all night. Feeling content, he switched off the light and went to bed.

Hermione's body was aroused and ready for sex again, but there was not a way she could masturbate without letting Daddy know what she was doing and he was obviously not going to fuck her. Instead, she lay curled up in her best friend turned Master's arms, her ass somewhat less comfortably full of the plug and her cunt comfortably full of his cock.

If she wanted to be a good girl to her new Masters, she guess she would have to grow accustomed to being thus aroused all the time. She experienced wonderful thrills at the concept, and she caught herself remembering the powerful orgasms she experienced that day. She also heard Daddy say, "Good Girl, Hermione," as she peacefully fell asleep.

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The next morning, Hermione woke up to the mouthwatering sensation of her Master's full, fat length within her, his arms about her as he caressed her lumberingly. His other hand held a grip of her breasts, the other resting on her mons, pulling her hips securely for him. She experienced extreme erotic feelings.

There was a loud alarm ringing in the adjacent room, but she was unable to move or grab her wand in time to stop it. Ron woke up a second later, muttering incoherently concerning alarms as he regained consciousness. Seemingly delighted to be holding her, he pushed his hand inside her to listen to her groan before pulling out his wand to call out the offending alarm—her flashing blue planner.

With a tap of his wand, it ceased beeping and said, "Pet, you have your first meeting with Severus."

Hermione stiffened, her pleasure vanishing fast as the realization of the upcoming day dawned on her. Her Master said, "You're mine nevertheless for ten minutes."

He moved over on atop of her without bothering to pull away, bringing her knees up so that she was on fours underneath him before easing out of her and slamming back in.

She let out a needy cry as he caressed her clit with one hand. "When you're ready, pet, you can cum." Her worry of the day forward and the somewhat overdone sensation in her cunt did not stop her from having a rapid orgasm. She pulled him over the brink as he pushed her into the bed.

"My good girl," he complimented her. Even as she ached at losing him as he drew away from her, she blushed at his words. She felt hollow and achy without him after spending the entire night pierced on his massive cock.

As he sat up and turned her over to face him, he noticed her flinch and grinned. “Accio Hermione's toys.” He grabbed the kegal balls as the box containing her toys came back from the restroom. He informed her, "Unless somebody tells you to take out them, I want them inside you all day. I'll make sure the scheduler is updated to reflect your wear of them."

"All day?" she exclaimed, panting, as he slowly inserted each ball inside her cunt, one by one.

"All day," he affirmed. "They'll make it easy for you and keep you fresh wet and prepared for us. You have seven minutes left before you have to report to Severus's chamber. Better move quickly." Horrified, she threw herself off the bed and started pulling things out of her closet.

The underwear flew toward her, and Ron grabbed it out of the air. With a sinister air, he continued, "I'm going to presume that was just matter of habit amid your panic, pet."

She quickly buttoned her blouse without putting on her bra, saying, "Oh, yes, sorry."

"You have an hour to spare after finishing at Severus's, so I'd like you to return here and we'll go over your rules, which are included in your planner. I'm going to hang around and go over your clothes to determine which ones are okay and whether any of them can be changed."

She nodded quickly and began tugging at her skirt, groaning as the motion caused the exquisite shifting of the kegal balls inside her. The feeling got stronger as she clenched to hold them in.

As she pressed her feet inside her shoes and applied a breath-freshening charm to her mouth, Ron placed the timetable in her bag and handed it to her. He smiled and said, "I'll be seeing you in one hour, pet," as she walked through the floo.

Severus had signed up to use her first, which shocked her a little, but she soon realized that it was since he didn't have any grand plans.

When she got there, the man was still in bed, she got straight from the fireplace into his bedroom. She said, unsure of herself, "Good morning, professor," as she brushed soot off her clothing while standing in front of the gate.

With a grunt, Severus pulled aside his blankets to see his pyjamas tenting his morning wood. "Ms. Granger, stop talking and start sucking," he ordered. He appeared to take great pride in the small aside, and she wondered absentmindedly if he had given it any thought.

She approached the bed cautiously, knelt wearing her pencil skirt, and tentatively touched his cock. With a sigh of delight, he gently pressed his hand into hers and helped her take off his pants.

His cock, thick and hefty to compensate for its average length, broke free. She gazed at it, astonished that she was actually doing this voluntarily for the first time. She wasn't restrained, muzzled, or intimidated. She had merely flooed to Severus's bedroom, where she voluntarily knelt down to suck his dick. And she seemed pretty excited about the idea, her pussy still tightening deliciously over the balls Daddy has inserted.

She stretched her mouth hesitantly, and sucked the tip of his cock, savoring the salty scent of his skin. He moaned gratefully, thrusting forwards a little, eager to get his whole cock inside her mouth.

She sucked out on him such as a lollipop, as flattening her tongue along the base of the head and bobbed her head a bit to simulate thrusting. She didn't actually know what to do, but she had a hunch she was about to receive a crash lesson in techniques over the following few days.

However, Severus didn't appear to mind. Throughout, he seemed to be having fun as he grunted and groaned softly. When she eventually let him to get as close as possible to her throat, he placed his palm on the backside of her head and gasped with satisfaction as he went down her throat.

Grateful that she wasn't gagging on him, she cautiously swallowed and then pushed back, freeing him in an abrupt wet pop. He pulled the sheets back over his head and put himself into his pajamas, nodding to her. "At this point, you can leave. In an hour, I'll be waiting for your assistance in my own playroom." He then laid over, dismissing her with that.

Her cunt was buzzing, but she wasn't even near to cumming because she didn't have any stimulation, the ritual, or the potion to keep her on the edge, and his cock was not in her anymore. Feeling as though she would cry, she got up and headed back to the hearth.

Ron appeared shocked to see her this soon, but he was waiting for her. He was occupied with sorting her garments into three piles: a big one she thought would be tossed out, a smaller one that maybe could be changed, and a little one he thought was okay.

She pulled the covers over her shoulders to slightly cover herself as she plopped down on the couch, trying not to think about it. He said, "Back so soon, pet?"

She gave a pitiful nod. "He went straight to sleep after getting what he wanted—a blow job. I didn't feel anything from him. I look like a whore cheaply." Pulling her on his lap with her back to him, Ron took a seat next to her.

"No, no, dearest kitten. You're not cheap. You are an extremely costly toy that can only be owned by the wealthiest wizards in Britain. You are an exceptional gem."

She sniffed and started to cry, saying, "But I do not want to become a toy."

Letting her cry, he hugged her close. "It's alright, dear. You still don't know this. You'll get experience. You're such a smart girl, and I have no doubt that you'll enjoy being our nice girl while absorbing every new lesson that we have to share with you." When he'd pushed her on his lap, her skirt ridden up, forcing her tight pencil cut straight up to her hips so she could straddle his thighs.

As he spoke, he delicately played with the ring on her clit hood with a hand that slipped between their bodies. He queried, knowing that she had creamed on his cock just 30 minutes earlier, as she rapidly and involuntarily started to grind up against his finger. "Severus refused to let you cum, had he pet?" he inquired.

"He didn't," she muttered as she nodded.

“You are an eager little thing,” he stated, fondly. "For the time being, you must cum more because that potion remains in your system. If you must cum right now, feel free to suck my cock." A tiny part of her wished to say no, but she was so in need of how her piercing was pressing against her clit that she couldn't resist.

"Yes, Daddy." He chuckled at her haste as she fell to her knees and yanked his cock out of his jeans.

"Make certain that I cum first. If I don't, I'll need to spank you yet again, and that won't be quite as fun." Somehow, she got him to cum before she broke into her own orgasm; she suspected that a big part of her success in getting him off was his excitement at her own urgency. She was aware that it had not been a skillful blow job.

He complimented her, saying, "There's a good girl," as she let go of him, her cheeks pink and eyes sparkling. "With my cock inside your mouth, you look so beautiful. I enjoy watching your sincere adorable face as you give it your all for me; soon I'll show you what it takes to choke on my cock right."

She gazed up at him, her shoulders swaying joyfully as she blushed from the compliment. "We must now review your rules, pet. For this, I want you to remain naked so you will always know where you belong." She undressed, kneeling on a cushion next to him whereas he sat on the sofa, completely clothed, and the feelings of embarrassment and guilt washed over her again.

Key words were highlighted in red in her scheduler, which had the regulations laid out in a clean, if calligraphic, hand. She was glad of the organization in part because she thought it would make her hours of "work" with her former professor at least somewhat enjoyable. He certainly had the same fondness for a well-organized planner as she did.

She hated to consider what would have happened if the Masters had called her at by chance, with no any sort of scheduling. "I think Yaxley is going to be testing you on these guidelines tomorrow while he's with you," Ron remarked, "So I think you should pay attention. It's likely that he will attempt to confuse you in order to punish you."

With a scowl, Hermione glanced up at him. "If I don’t do anything wrong, he can’t punish me!” She said.

Ron chuckled and stroked her hair. "He can do anything he wants, Sweetie, as long as he doesn't permanently harm you. Remember that you are a toy? Sure, it's pricey and precious, but in the end, he can play with you anyway he pleases."

She found it difficult to focus because of how unjust everything was, but she realized she had to. Even in this twisted test, she would not allow Yaxley to defeat her.

She could rather easily enumerate all of the regulations because they were so obvious. She was to treat her Masters with respect at all times, address them with the title Sir or Master, and she wasn't permitted to ever say no to them.

She was not allowed to cover her pussy at any way or wear any underwear. She was also required to follow strict dress codes, which essentially limited her options to low-necked or buttoned blouses and short skirts. She couldn't alter her look in any way without authorization, including the color and cut of her hair or any other changes to her body.

She was expected to maintain her physical appearance, take very good care for her body by eating a balanced diet, getting enough water, seeing a doctor on a regular basis, and not significantly changing her weight. She was not allowed to take narcotics, alcohol, or recreational potions until specifically instructed to do so. She was also not allowed to take anything that could interfere with any potions they decided to give her, such arousal potions.

In order to prevent getting pregnant or having periods, she was also required to take the contraception pill on a daily basis. Unless she was being actively fucked or commanded to take it off, she ought to have on the butt plug all the times. She was supposed to stick to the scheduler unless there was an urgent reason why she couldn't; in that case, she was supposed to get in touch with Ron, who would either approve and sanction her explanation or penalize her.

She could not be exposed to anyone but the five guys in her close circle by her Masters. Her Masters were free to establish their own guidelines for her behavior while she was under their care and to discipline her accordingly if she disobeyed them. However, they were not permitted to cause her permanent harm, and any changes to her body, such as her breast augmentation or piercings, have to be approved by all men and carried out sensibly.

Her Masters would pay for and provide any essential potions, such as the birth control, bruise salve or other intimate mending, any aesthetic items, like makeup and hair removal, and whatever toys or equipment needed for her position as Toy.

Halfway through the first page, she pulled out a highlighter and copied the contract so she could annotate her own copy. It was succinctly and clearly laid out, and once more she was filled with hope to work with Severus would include dealing with a sharp mind.

Tears started to stream down her face as she read the sentence, "the Toy could get whipped, beaten, or else physically punished at the Master's privacy, with the condition that no lasting physical harm occurs to the Toy." She gave him a pointer. Bitterly, she said, "They could actually cut off my fingertips and there will be no permanent harm as long as they practice basic healing charms."

Ron gave her hair a gentle stroke. "Love, I'd like you to keep in mind two things. How hard did you come when I whipped you last night, to start with? Furthermore, you should come to me immediately if any guy actually upsets you or causes you more suffering than you can handle. As your guardian, I will speak with the violating person.

Menacingly, he cracked his knuckles. "And know me, pet, that not one of those men get the danger of a word coming from me lightly.” Something in his words consoled her a little. She was sure that anyone who got in the wrong side of one of his "words" would be witnessing stars for a month, even if she wasn't really sure why she trusted him in the first place.

After a brief pause, he replied, "I asked you earlier what you know about BDSM. I want you to look into it. I will jot down a few book titles for you. It's true that this is a rather unusual lifestyle, but I believe it will greatly benefit you in learning about the submissive role and the way pain and pleasure can mix."

Hermione brightened at the mention of books and a research project. Maybe she wasn't that alone after all, given that there were novels about similar situations. "Yes, Daddy," she joyfully said.

He reminded her, "Now, pet, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, and you'll have your first lesson soon." Hermione sat up to eat after Tobby had swiftly prepared toast and eggs for the two of them. She then checked her itinerary.

She announced, "Master Severus is my first. I had assumed I wouldn't be attending classes." The idea of sitting in a classroom full of people while naked gave her a small shudder.

She grinned as he whispered, "You may be our beloved pet now, yet the dark lord recognizes your brilliant brain, he from my recommendation agreed to let you learn basic potion lesson."

"I also have an hour with Master Lucius after that with Master Yaxley. And then, spending the entire evening and night with Master Ronald," she shouted out. She relaxed a little when she realized, "Oh, that's you."

Ron gave her a sly smile. "Undoubtedly, a hectic day. When I visit you this evening, I'm confident you'll be nicely warmed up for me. Though I might be your former friend, Hermione, never forget that I still your Master. Either you will show respect or I am going to instill it in you." Despite his kind tone, she was able to clearly hear the warning.

She mumbled, "Yes, Daddy," instantly lowering her voice.

"Get dressed now, please; Severus shouldn't have to wait."

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Hermione entered the room for her very first potion lesson of the month. It took her all of a minute to calm down before Professor Snape showed up and gave her a stern look. "Greetings, Ms. Granger. It's been a long time since I last saw you in this manner."

She gave him a feeble smile. "Master, good morning."

"You may address me as Professor," he said. She sat herself at the desk and tried not ponder about the picture of herself that kept popping into her head—one in which she was spread wide open and dripping with sperm.

Severus doesn't feel any guilt about it. He was quickly brought up to the subject at hand—the black arts of potion making. He was just as observant and well-organized as Hermione had been, and he helped her set up a new study schedule.

By the finish of their two-hour appointment, Hermione felt impressed by his planning, his understanding of profound dark medicines, and the deft way he planned to impart them to her so she could eventually join the Dark Lord's army.

After the first introduction, the lesson went on for an hour, and all of a sudden Severus was looking at his watch. He smirked and added, "It's time we headed back into my play room, Ms. Granger."

Hermione was so engrossed in conducting actual study that she had nearly forgotten what she expected this class to cover in the second part. She nervously crossed her arms, realizing all over again how visibly her pierced nipples showed through the sheer cotton of her top. Severus comforted, "Don't be shy. Move forward. For now, you may leave everything here; just remember to bring your scheduler. I have a very beautiful setup in mind."

At his persuasion, she went through the floo ahead of him, shivering as she saw a chilly hallway. She was really happy that she didn't spot any elves.

Severus guided her around the house, avoiding the library and leading her to a room filled with odd furnishings and objects that appeared to be meant to shackle people. There were reflectors and lighting sets for photography, and one wall had several backdrops covering it; almost everything was black. He declared, "I'm researching visual stimulations. I wish you to be an element of it"

She shuddered as she was reminded of the pictures he took of her before Voldemort. Although she couldn't dispute their impact, she wasn't sure whether she wanted additional proof of her shame. "Don't worry, Pet, I do not intend to make pornographic material with you," he said, observing her expression. "My goal is to create art."

Since he made her strip naked right away, she wasn't completely sure what the difference was, but it was not like she could refuse and if he was snapping pictures, at least he couldn't be harming her, right? He pulled several hanks of deep green rope out of a drawer and laid them down on a table, asking, "Have you known anything of the Japanese artwork of Shibari practice, Ms. Granger?"

She shrugge, not really knowing much about Japan. He chastised her gently, saying, "I would prefer you respond to me out loud whenever I speak to you, or at least as often as you are able."

"I apologize, Professor. No, I'm not familiar with Shibari," she muttered. He went up to her after picking up a piece of rope and folded it in half so that he had two strands.

"All right, I hope you have fun learning. Although it is a form of rope bondage, it is much more than just a means of confinement. When done correctly, shibari ties may be very enjoyable for the person being tied in addition to being elegant and practical. They turn the body into an artwork that is on exhibit for everyone to see, wrapped and shaped into fascinating shapes, and replete with eye-catching contrasts between the rope and the flesh." She parted her mouth submissively when he pressed the coiled end of its rope to her lips. "Well done, pet. Please hold this for me; don't let go of it."

She wailed, "Yes, Professor," and clamped the rope with her teeth. The fibers were smooth, more akin to silk string than a rough rope, and the thought of becoming a living work of art excited her slightly. He had described the procedure with such loveliness that it seemed quite decadent, and he didn't mention the suffering.

He wrapped the rope round her body, tucking it under her armpit and around her back, then bringing it around her chest, just above her breasts. After looping the rope four times over her upper chest, he pulled the end out of her mouth and coiled the strands through, pulling the string taut against her skin.

He descended and wrapped the rope around her torso twice more, positioning it slightly below her breasts and tightening it there as well. Then, he vertically bound the two horizontal ties he had made, threading the cords in through her armpits and breast to create a kind of harness that trapped her upper arms onto her sides and enclosed and displayed her breasts. Her wrists were crossed, chained together, and fastened into the harness with her forearms folded behind her.

Hermione felt calmer, and Severus appeared to discover the act of tying her incredibly meditative as he twisted and tied the cords into place. The ropes, though they restrained her considerably, seemed more like an embrace instead of a bondage she ought to be afraid of, and there was something about putting her trust in his deft craftsmanship that made her feel safe.

An additional rope was fastened vertically to a harness in the space between her breasts, lowered onto her stomach, and tucked between her legs to fit comfortably inside her cunt. He replaced the rope between her labia after making sure the location was correct, sitting the knot right over her clit and enjoying the moan it elicited from her. Quickly, an additional harness was fashioned around her upper thighs and pelvis, and a complex latticed bodice of ropes connected the two harnesses, enveloping her in rope.

He proceeded to bind her left leg, raising it up behind her and connecting the cords from her leg, hips, and chest to dangle via a hook at the ceiling. Abruptly, she found herself afloat, entwined in his meticulously woven web, with only her toe tips remaining grounded.

She blinked gently as he went about her, weaving and tying, tightening and releasing, and her thoughts felt floating too, as if of slow motion. She appeared like a ballerina performing an arabesque, en pointe, with her leg bent gracefully up behind her, her spine arched delicately, and her skull thrown back as if in creative ecstasy. He had bound her hair to a bun, tying it gradually into the ropes that held her head, and reduced the rope attaching her ankle towards the ceiling.

Severus pulled out the camera and started taking pictures of her after he was satisfied with his work. He snapped numerous pictures from various viewpoints and then used a charm to make the knot vibrate that was pressed up on her clit. As the charm began to work, he took pictures of her; the magical camera caught the way her body swung in the ropes and her muscles clenched as she gasped and groaned.

After he was satisfied with the way he had captured the stance, he secured a last piece of rope towards the ceiling hook by looping it round the heel of the feet she had been standing on and pulled hard.

Hermione shrieked as he wrenched her supporting leg out from under her and threw her forward in the harness, causing her to swing while he used the shortest rope he could find to hog tie her ankle onto her shoulder, therefore trapping her in midair.

Her thighs as well as cunt were spread wide, but her ass were squeezed forcefully and she could sense the plug crushed within her at this position. The tie on her clit cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed hard against her, holding her wide as the ropes parted beyond it to frame her labia's sides.

After raising her to a slightly higher position where she was hanging at eye level, Severus took up his camera once more. He casually swung her round to an angle he liked and stated, almost conversationally, "I hear Ronald has your sweet little cunt crammed with a toy today."

She whimpered and said, "Yes, sir," as the toy began to move and jitter inside of her in reaction to the spinning, making her clutch in fear that it would fall out. He tugged softly on the ropes, wrapping them around her cunt, and she sensed him between her legs, the delicate, tantalizing touches alternating with camera flashes that punctuated the air. Her cunt remained open and unharmed as the pulsating knot was stilled and the ropes were adjusted to split above her mons and enclose her labia.

He played with the Kegal balls' tails, taking them partially from her and catching the surge of fluid and desire as her muscles tensed and fluttered. She groaned out, saying that something about the ropes' tight confines feeling oddly liberating from her inhibitions. Subsequently, he extracted the toy completely from her and placed it in her mouth. She was forced to put the Kegal balls in her mouth, oozing with her excitement, when he said, "Open wide, my dear."

She instinctively slid her tongue over the smooth surface, tasting the tangy sweetness from her cunt on it, a flavor she was already getting used to. She groaned softly, still unaccustomed to how much she liked it, as he complimented her on being a "good girl." "I fear I must empty your lovely cunt for the time being."

He vanished from her view once more, and she had a cool, silky sensation running between her creases, followed by a spherical, hollow sensation that enveloped her entire cunt and was applied to her flesh. As he whispered "suctus," there was a resounding tap of wood against glass. She then felt a powerful suction pushing on her labia while the cup locked in place.

She let out a loud moan, certain that her entire cunt had swelled as the pain got worse every tap against the glass, drawing blood toward her clit and labia. “That’s right, my love. For me, sing." She couldn't help but comply as he looked to be enjoying the noises she was making.

When he finally let go of the cup, she sobbed because she could feel the chilly air hitting her hot, puffy cunt. She felt as though she would burst when he finally rubbed a thumb on her clit; even the smallest touches seemed amplified, bringing gasps from her sensitive skin.

She screamed when he gently pinches her and pushes the balls back into her cunt. She is utterly immobile and struggles to thrash in her bindings, her screams not appearing loud enough to convey the extent of the pain and pleasure.

He made fun of her for what seemed like hours, but was probably just minutes, until she started crying, gasping, and pleading to get some sex. He grinned and said, "You are so flexible, Ms. Granger," totally obliging her pleas. "I can't wait to learn more about your sensitivities in our upcoming class."

"Please! Could I please, please, please, cum?" Holding at an excruciating edge as he tormented her further, she pleaded, "Please allow me to have your cock, sir, I want to cum." She was kept on the brink by him until he freed her from bondage, pausing sometimes to snap photos of the elaborate red lines the ropes had made on her skin. She continued to sob and lie on the ground in front of him until finally asking for mercy.

"You can now gently suck my cock, my dear," he said to her. She almost tore his pants as she struggled to make it to his cock like a man who had drown struggling for air, and she was positive there was genuine desperation in her eyes. She didn't even care that he was taking pictures of the entire scene.

The second his cock hit her lips, she exploded, falling back to the ground with her body trembling and her back arching, a pool developing as she squirted. As she lay nearly unconscious on the ground, he crouched next to her and seemed amused, feeding her his cock and fucking her mouth for his personal pleasures from her limp body. Before he came, he finished up in her hair.

After granting her five minutes with a pepper-up potion, bruise lotion, and a pitcher of water, Severus sent her on her way to her next scheduled time via the floo.

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It wasn't until she stumbled and fell out of the grates onto Master Yaxley's chamber's marble hearth that she realized she was nude and felt the cold against her bare knees.

Yaxley had been awaiting for her and appeared happy to see her in her undies with his cum in her hair and the traces of Severus's ropes still visible. “Well, well, well. You've had a wild morning," he remarked, seeming to enjoy himself. "Up now, little pet. Since we only have an hour together, I want to take advantage of every minute of it."

With trembling, she stood up and trailed Yaxley across the corridor and up the flight of stairs to a spacious bedroom. After closing the door, he proceeded standing behind her and gave her a lustful, two-handed breast massage. Already, she felt his cock piercing her ass deeply in his trousers. He hissed in her ear, "I hope you will tolerate some pain, pet, since I am excited to flog these tits. Do you plan to scream?"

"I probably do, sir," she said.

Her candor made him chuckle. "Have I not found something to occupy that sharp tongue then?" He pulled out a gag out of a drawer, but instead of the ball or ring she had anticipated, it came with a four-inch dildo in between the straps. "Pet, open wide."

Her mouth opened more to protest than to comply, but before she could say anything, he had a dildo between her mouth and was fastening the strap behind her head. She realized that she didn't detest having a cock fill her mouth when it wasn't thrusting randomly and making it difficult for her to breathe when the dildo filled it, but it wasn't long enough for her to choke on it.

"That's better," grinned Yaxley. "What a lovely toy, holding a cock between her mouth. Present your tits to me by getting on the bed, getting onto your knees, and cupping them in your hands."

He made adjustments to her hands till he was satisfied with the way she was lifting and exposing her breasts for him, and she grudgingly obliged, realizing that she truly had no option. In her hands, they felt dense and weighty, remarkably bigger compared to what she had grown accustomed to, yet simultaneously tender and hard. "Well done, girl. Until I instruct you to stop, I'd like you to keep them in that position. Do you realize that I am going to punish you harshly if you release or move?"

He took up a little flogger with delicate leather strips wrapped into a tail, and she gave a pitiful nod. "Pet, please tilt your head back." He snarled at her, "I don't want to strike your pretty face." Leaning back, she turned her face toward the side while continuing to offer him her tits as a sacrifice.

Initially, he lowered the flogger softly and then flipped it over to strike her fair flesh. Her nipples, which were rapidly rising into hard, sensitive nubs, squeaked gently when the gag captured her whimpering into it.

It stung a little, but not too badly, and as he went on, she started to feel a little more at ease. He must have seen that the strain was lifting from her shoulders because he started to hit her tits with much more force, shifting to a figures eight rhythm as he went between them.

She was beginning to hyperventilate, so she tried to concentrate on her breathing and tried not to gasp or pant as much as she wanted to. "Granger, you're doing so great," Yaxley said, "Deep breaths."

The mere mention of her own name grounded her as it simultaneously brought to memory that her, Hermione Granger, was on her knees on a Death Eater's bed, naked, presenting him her breasts to whip. She inhaled deeply with her nose as he resumed his gentler strokes.

Tears began to run down Hermione's face, and Yaxley snorted softly but not cruelly. "I know it's intense, but you'll grow accustomed to it. You're already handling it so beautifully."

He returned to the more forceful strikes, quickening his pace, till she was yelling into the gag, but she maintained her position. If this was meant to be fun, she had no wish to suffer the sadist's punishment.

At last, he came to a halt, set the flogger aside, and proceeded to caress her breasts with his hands in an almost spiritual manner. She cast a downward glance. Her skin was blazing red and extremely sensitive, all the blood came to the surface, and she felt the heat emanating from it from all of the assault. "Don't they look stunning?" he muttered. "Your skin has such nice lines."

She was startled as he leaned to kiss them and flicked his tongue across her nipples, causing a surge of excitement and pleasure to shoot through her. He gestured for her to put her arms behind her back, cupping her tits with his own as she followed his instructions. He informed her, "I'm about to flog the sides now."

After pulling out a collar from a closet, he hoisted her breasts and attached her nipple piercings to the O ring located on the front part of the collar. He laughed as she squealed, her heavy breasts hanging full on her recently pierced, sensitive nipples. "Pet, hold that position for me," he said, taking up the flogger once more.

She followed his instructions, breathing through it while he whipped her tits—which, she soon discovered, were far more sensitive—under her clothes. She was unable to control herself as he started to use faster, harsher strokes. She flung herself back, away from the hurt, covering herself with her hands and giving a forceful shake of her head.

Seemingly satisfied by her response, he laughed. "Oh no, dear! I'll have to discipline you now." She felt sick to her stomach knowing that all along, his goal had been to make her fail so he could continue to harm her. She had never heard this version of the incarcerus hex before, but as soon as he whispered it, her wrists were bound together and stretched tautly over her head, her legs just touching the bed.

He removed her nipples off her collar and performed an additional spell on her that she was unaware of, tying rope loops tightly round the underside of each tit so they protruded from her chest and seemed hard and swollen. She let out a squeal when he brushed his fingers over her nipples, which were as sensitive as a cupcake cherry and protruded from the peak of each one.

Next, he reached over to the side table, grabbed a cane, and placed it against her tits. He brought it back and crashed it into her tender flesh, widening her eyes in horror but leaving her powerless to stop it.

A streak of fire appeared on her flesh, and two identical sores appeared immediately. He examined them with joy, kissing the wounded area and snapping his teeth in an act that made her howl into the gag.

Her tits appeared as though they had been forced to a grill pan when he caned her a further three times, each time going slightly lower than the last. Then he pulled it down, lining up his last blow exactly across her nipples. Feeling absolutely helpless to escape, she struggled against her restraints, nearly dislocating her shoulders in the process as she battled the pain.

Yaxley gave her a tender pat on the tits and gently pinched her nipples, sending sharp pain ricocheting through her body. "You look beautiful when you wailing and screaming and try to get away," he said. "I'm willing to let you make the choice now, pet! Which would you prefer—ass caning followed by a fuck of your wounded tits, or ass caning followed by a fuck of your cunt?" She looked at him with sheer terror.

He prodded her, saying, "Nod once at the first, and double for the second. Either soon, or I'll do both." She quickly agreed twice, eager to accept anything in exchange for him leaving them alone, the pain in her tits still excruciating.

She collapsed onto the bed and sobbed softly as he released the enchantment on her wrists with a nasty smirk. "Pet, widen your legs for me." She opened her legs, and he pushed them apart even further, securing her ankles to opposite corners of the bed. Then, seeing her cunt's enlarged, puffy lips, he quietly whistled.

“What had we got here, pet? Hey, who has been enjoying themselves with you? You might not be able to handle a caning at this time. You must be in excruciating pain if you would rather that I cane this poor pussy." She winced and groaned in agony at the innocuous act of his pulling open her labia, parting her open to expose her clit, and shaking his head. "I'm gonna to make use of the flogger instead of the cane because I'm not allowed to permanently injure you."

He swung the flogger softly so that it tapped on her cunt, letting the strands drop down between her thighs. She gave a start and moaned, and he smiled, whipping it harder before doing so again, then overhand so that the weight from the strand would slide down her labia and slap onto her mons.

When he slid down to allow the strands fall straight over her inflamed labia, she became even more writhing and screaming on the bed. "A different option, pet. I'll give you three if you hold yourself wide with your fingers, or twenty extra using a flogger like this."

Before she had given it any consideration, she placed her hands among her legs, exposing her most vulnerable inner skin to him and leaving nothing within her clit as well as the threads of his flogger. She was repulsed by the way, right now, that her cunt overflowed with juices as she stretched it out for his scrutiny and chastisement. "Good girl," he whispered, obviously delighted.

"Oh, you got a kink for praise, pet?" he laughed. "How cute...Now, don't move your hands; remain still. Your gag will be taken off so you can keep track of the strokes." He undid the gag, removing the small cock from her lips and roughly using his thumbs to wipe the tears off her face.

He smiled and said, "You're being quite a good girl to me, pet," as she groaned. "Remember to thank me and count the strokes."

She took a heaving breath and exhaled. "Yes, Master Yaxley.” With great care, he aligned his stroke, testing the angle by flipping the flogger on the mattress many times. He then swung it forward, causing it to collide with her clit.

Gasping for breath, she let out a piercing scream and managed to cry out, "One, thank you, Master Yaxley!"

He said to her, "Good girl, beg me to get the next one when you're ready." It took her a time to gather herself and manage to compel herself to utter the words.

"Please give me another, please."

"You can, of course, pet." She prayed she had kept the dildo for biting into when the flogger crashed down again.

With tears in her eyes, she managed to spit out, "Two, thank you Master Yaxley. Could I please have another?"

"Well done, girl." She lifted her hands to shield her flaming cunt, crying in anguish, as the third and last stroke was the harshest thus far. She shrieked and wriggled underneath him as he wrenched her hands away to examine his job, holding her wrists and bending to kiss her clit and oversensitized small nub.

Finally, he retreated. "Now, I want you to plead with me to fuck your ass, my sweet little slut."

She whispered, "Please fuck my butt, Sir Yaxley," while crying. After he had unfastened her ankles, he grinned with satisfaction.

"Pet, get on all fours." She positioned herself and began to whimper anytime she moved her tits, that remained bound up and hurting, appearing bruised and reddish purple. Without any more preparation, he yanked the plug from her ass and set it aside before thrusting himself in.

She was able to remain somewhat lubricated and stretched thanks to the plug, but she still moaned in pain when his firm cock stuck inside her ass. As he fucked her, he leaned forward and ran his fingertips over her sore tits, causing the Kegal balls that were still in her cunt to move up and down within her, pounding her there as well.

She felt as though she was on the verge of climax despite the pain in her clit and tits and the earth-shattering orgasm she had experienced just an hour earlier. She was on the verge of climax despite the excruciating pain in her clit and the astounding orgasm she had experienced just an hour before. "Please can I cum, Master Yaxley?" she pleaded as he repeatedly drove hard into her ass.

"You can, of course, pet. You don't need to ask me; you won't have the opportunity to do so very frequently, and it would be wrong of me to take away your pleasure when you can have it elsewhere."

"I'm grateful, sir." She let out a gasp, tipped over the edge, and wrapped her ass around him, wailing. He used the opportunity to disappear the ropes holding her breasts, and she let out a cry of anguish as the battered skin suddenly came loose and the blood shot back into them, causing excruciating pain.

Without thinking, she reached out to embrace them and soothe her hurting skin, collapsing onto the mattress and facing her attacker while he kept hitting her behind without stopping.

When he did, he let her fall into the bed after pouring his seed inside her ass and putting the plug back in as he pulled out. She shakily took the tiny tube out of her bag and gently applied it to her tits. "The bruise salve will make sure you're mended up by the next day, but it will do nothing for the remainder of today," he said.

She gave a nod. "I used this on my pussy that Master Ron offered me right before I went into the floo, though I don't think it made a difference at all."

"The bruise needs to have ripened appropriately; at the present, your cunt remains bloated and hasn't turned into bruising. Use the balm after taking a bath using murtlap scent tonight, and you'll feel as refreshed as the morning dew."

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She found Antonin Dolohov awaiting her near the fireplace, who appeared somewhat upset by her condition. He gathered her in his arms and carried her past his chamber to a cozy living area, asking, "What have they do to you, sweet girl?" With her sitting on his lap, he took a seat on the couch and conjured up a painkiller.

With gratitude, she drank it while he applied his wand to her injuries and stated healing charms. "Sir, are you a healer?" she queried quietly.

He gave her a smile. "Not in the way you're thinking, no, but apparently, unlike Yaxley, I consider in aftercare." He held her till she ceased to tremble, giving her food bits and sips of hot cocoa while keeping them to her mouth and preventing her from moving. He used charms to remove the puffiness from her tears on her cheeks, clean her hair, and moisturize her skin. He then kissed her neck, hands, and face.

At first, she was perplexed and cautious, thinking he would somehow start tormenting her, but he appeared pleased to pamper her like a priceless toy. His gentle touches and kisses grew more intimate once she had eaten and drink enough and was fully at ease. With his fingers, he softly caressed her breasts, causing her to release tiny gasps and lovely, guilty sighs as he tortured her delicate skin. He then stole her noises with plunging, deep kisses that left her blushing and with shining eyes.

He whispered in her ear, "It gives me the most pleasure in making a woman feel treasured and adored, and to provide her numerous orgasms that she can handle." She squealed and ducked her head to be closer to him while she giggled coquettishly as he stroked his thumb across the peak of her nipple. "Hermione, how much can you handle?"

Biting her lip, she raised her gaze to him. Quietly, "I don't know, sir," she remarked. "Except for the ritual, I've never had over two in a row."

He gave her a sly smile and gave her another intense kiss on the lips. "I believe I am capable of surpassing that." While blindfolding her and binding her wrists over her head, he put her out on the bed.

She gasped as he licked her clit, gently dragging the piercing between his sharp teeth and swirled his tongue over the delicate nub till she screamed. She felt his hot breath upon her still swollen cunt. "Fuck me, please!" His tongue licked at her oversensitized folds and dipped into her center as he kept on feast on her. "Please, I want your cock, I want cum!" she cried in desperation.

He chuckled, "You beg so sweetly," and climbed up her body to plant a kiss on her lips that tasted of her longing. "But sweet girl, I'd like you to cum off my tongue so you may suck at my cock instead."

She begged, frantic with excitement as the edge pleasure erased every thought from her head. "Please Sir, I crave your cock." She parted her lips to accept him as he stepped over her. She struggled to suck him as he hovered over her, the crown of his cock barely out of her tongue and lips' reach.

He laughed and lowered his lips towards her clit again, pushing her into a howling frenzy. "Patience, sweet girl."

At last, he moved his hips and pushed his cock inside her pleading mouth. Beneath him, thrashing and screaming, she broke apart. She bucked and groaned as he licked her throughout her orgasm, following one into the next, and breaking again when he slammed his cock down her throat and stuck his tongue deep within her cunt.

Without showing any mercy, he devoured her, causing her to experience five consecutive orgasms, leaving her drenched with sweat, quivering, and boneless. Then he found his own fulfillment in a fast ass fuck as he curled up around her on the mattress, his fingers toying with her nipple rings. After giving her an energy drink and cleaning her off with a scourgify, he sent her over the floo into the Malfoy chamber.

As soon as she stepped inside, she saw that Master Lucius had three snatchers. When she got in the grate, Scabior, Travers, and Fenrir Greyback were gathered around a poker table. "Hey, look!" Travers looked in her wrecked form and sneered, "The entertainment has arrived. This slut.. it seems like you've been well used."

It seems that Master Lucius had prepared to give his devoted snatchers a delightful treat: Hermione Granger.

Before long, they were playing poker as she was sitting on a table with her legs spread wide and her knees up, fingering herself. They shouted at her to stop when they noticed that she wasn't being excited enough about her masturbating. "Be careful to fully stretch yourself, slut! I'd like to see that sexy cunt all the way around!"

Thirty minutes later, as she kept fingering herself, she was painful from the repeated friction on her already-abused skin and aching with need. She was humiliated to see that, after spent the night full of Ron's cock, she worked all four fingers inside herself at their insistence.

Travers finally let out a triumphant grunt, and she deduced that he was the winner of the match. He moved over to another table, which Hermione unexpectedly and horribly realized was covered in a variety of huge, strangely phallic devices. "What should I fuck her with?" he asked the others. They had no intention of using their cocks. They had no intention to allow her cum.

Travers grabbed a bottle of butterbeer. With a wicked sneer, he was seated back down on the seat and banged the bottle against his palm several times. "Come here and ask me for to fuck you up using this, slut," he commanded.

Hermione crawled her way towards the snatcher. She looked up at him while kneeling next to his chair and uttering a miserable, "Please fuck me with that bottle, Sir."

He chuckled. "You are the smartest witch your age, slut. You're capable of doing more than that."

Swearing under her breath, "Please, Sir, could you please fuck me using the bottle," she pleaded. "Please, like a real slut, ram that thick bottle of glass inside my cunt then fuck me."

Traver smiled at the whooping and leering men. "You mean little bitch, that's more like it. Get up and lean over, so that we can all look.” She leaned forward to show him her pussy and stood, holding onto the armrest of a chair. Trevor did not waste any time in digging the bottle bottom into her raw, fiery cunt.

It slid into her with minimal effort, and she groaned at the feel of the cold, hard glass against her sensitive inner muscles. It was almost soothing after all the taunting.

She wailed as she sensed it pressing bruisingly hard toward her cervix as he held her hip and shoved it deeper. After giving her a good few minutes of easy access to it, the kidnapper said, "Get back up onto the table, slut, keep on plowing yourself with the bottle." With a hard hit to her ass and a bottle deep within her cunt, he sent her on her way, "I want to listen to you screaming and informing us about how much you like it!"

The men laughed at her clumsy stride as she stumbled back toward the table and assumed her embarrassing posture again, shoving the bottle from her cunt and then pushing it back inside with a loud groan. She pushed it deep and gasped, "Oh, it feels so good. It's so firm and thick inside of me."

They teased and mocked her while they observed her for some time. They then resumed their poker game for another round. Though she had an awful sense that it would only get worse, she didn't want to know whatever would happen next. She was so obsessed and wanted to cum that she continued fucking herself using the bottle.

The next round was won by Greyback, and by then she was so hungry to have the climax that she began begging once again. "Fuck me with your cock, please! Please fill my thirsty pussy with your large, thick cock and cum! Kind, sir."

After they all let out a great laugh, Fenrir said to her, "Honey, none of us are going to fuck your muddy pussy with our cocks. You're just entertaining to play with." As she kept sliding the bottle inside and out of her cunt, he strolled over to smile and give her a light clit rub. "Does that feel good, honey?" he cooed to her. "You never imagined being a whore to a bunch of death eaters, did you? But you're here now, and you really do enjoy it, don't you? This is what you were meant to do."

Too distraught to resist, she wailed as he stroked her. He picked up something off the table and turned to face her, revealing what he held. A hardwood beater's bat that is thicker and longer than the bottle.

She gasped as the bottle vanished from her hurting cunt and left her empty. He vanished the bottle. "Honey, come sit on my lap." He assisted her in getting up from the table and led her over to his chair.

He sat down, and the other watched, laughing, as she hobbled the few meters to sit on his lap. She groaned as he drew her back into himself, pressing her ass up on the firm ridge of his trousers bulge. She was desperate to cum.

He chuckled and gave her clit a nearly loving pat. "Honey, no, no, no. This cock wasn't meant for you. For being horny little whores, mudblood cunts don't deserve pureblood cock." He lifted the bat and turned it so that the handle hung down toward the ground and the bulbous end was forced up against her cunt.

He pushed the bat on her opening after sliding it through her creases and drenching it in her fluids. He rammed the bat into Hermione slowly and steadily, giving her no chance to react, so Hermione could not contain her cries of anguish. He pulled the bat from her and jammed it back in.

This time, he pressed it deeper, and as he struck her cervix with bruising force, she moaned. Fenrir laughed and withdrew the bat completely from her, then thrust it back in.

The wooden bat scorched her insides as she had to stretch to fit its vast girth, in contrast to the smooth glass that was the beer bottle, which was only slightly bigger than the big cocks she had become accustomed to. "Sir, please, it hurts," she cried in desperation.

Greyback merely chuckled. "Your cunt is meant to flex. Thank goodness it's not your ass." With a wicked smile, he put his fingers on her flat stomach and watched as the bat extended her belly as he pushed it in once more. When she placed her own palm on her stomach, he forced her to observe how it was stretching her. As he shoved the bat more deeply, angling it to let her tummy protrude even more, she felt the hardness inside of her.

"Slut, go again to that table and continue fucking yourself. I want it to go into you as effortlessly as that bottle did when we're prepared for another round." Struggling to think of anything appealing to enhance her natural lubrication, she got up and waddled back to her table with an odd bat dangling from her cunt. Rather than climbing, she positioned herself next to that table, opening herself as far as she could, one foot elevated and supported by the table's edge.

With one hand, she massaged her clit, while using the other to steady the bat and move her hips for making it as smooth as he had requested. She noticed that she was getting wetter and more excited. "Slut, you can go deeper than that!" With a jinx that burned like a sting, Master Lucius taunted her.

She shoved the bat deeper inside of her while groaning and yelling when his jinx struck her breast. "I'm sorry, sir," she gulped.

At last, she realized that Master Lucius must to have won because he was getting up and approaching her. He tilted his head as she began to remove the bat from her cunt. "That's where it should stay, slut. You appear to be having a great time, so I don't want to ruin it for you! While I whip you, I want you to just keep pounding yourself with that bat."

With a sly smile, he grabbed a curled whip off the table and gave his wrist a quick flick. She jumped when the whip sent off a menacing crack in the air. "I'm going to tie you up and allow Scabior continue to pound you using the bat as I whip you, because unfortunately I don't think you'll be capable to stay still enough," he said.

Having her back to him, he quickly turned the table into a four-poster bed and cuffed her to it. She observed Scabior kneeling ahead of her and starting to pump the bat inside and out of her battered cunt; she noticed where the beams linked. For a little while, nothing existed while Master Lucius aimed.

She cried out so loudly that she feared she might break her throat when a line of heat ripped over her back. When Scabior met her gaze, she was astounded to see what appeared to be sympathy. He fucked her with a steady rhythm, not too fast or too deep, and she caught herself concentrating on it to keep herself grounded while the lash kept coming.

Scabior maintained her gaze through the inhumane screams emanating from her throat, wondering if he had also been lashed by Lucius at one point and how much it hurt. She realized it was too much even if she didn't know the number of times he had struck her. They freed her from her chains when he eventually stopped, and Master Lucius escorted her to the floo before kissing her good-bye.

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Not out of humility but pure tiredness, she began to cry as she staggered back onto the floo towards her living room and dropped to her knees before the fireplace. A little later, Ron showed there, arching an eyebrow at her ravaged appearance. Her back burned from the scars left by Master Lucius's whip, and her tits are a dark purple and scarlet despite Antonin's best attempts at mending and the bruise balm.

"Time for a bath, precious," he declared firmly. "Everything is prepared for you." She trailed behind him to the restroom, observing helplessly as he liberally doused the water with a medicinal concoction before assisting her. She didn't have to take clothing off before entering the water, since she was already totally naked. She silently sobbed as new tears began to well up in her eyes.

She ate her dinner while soaking in the hot water, and Ron offered her hot cocoa while she relaxed in the tub. Her bruises were turning a week-old yellow by the moment she was at last calm, warm, and fed, and she was beginning to feel normal again. She reclined against the bath's side, enjoying her brief moment of solitude while he was in the adjacent room.

Her cunt clenched cruelly around nothing, her wounded breasts agonizingly thick and heavy, as a sudden surge of yearning tore through her. With her fingers flying to her clit, she found herself gasping desperately, her tongue out, and her eyes glazing over as her nipples contracted to rigid peaks. Ron was drawn to the doorway by her desperate, gasping moans.

He gave a headshake. "Really, Hermione? You didn't get enough fucked for one day? You needed to masturbate while taking a bath? Why torture yourself when you know that won't even work?" With desperation in her voice, she tossed her head and continued working herself with her fingers.

"No, daddy! This is not what I want! It hit me out of nowhere!"

He scowled. "How much time has passed since you came, pet?"

She nearly broke down again as she wriggled on her fingers. "Daddy, I don't know!" she moaned.

"Oh, I see. That was about six hours ago. You had to have a cock inside you least every six hours."

"Fuck me, please, Daddy," she pleaded, nearly shedding tears due to the excruciating frustration. In his eagerness to get to him, she almost flung herself away from the water as he nonchalantly drew out his cock and smiled.

“Deep breathing, pet,” he suggested her, as he hunched her over onto the sink and pushed within her dripping cunt. She supported herself with the counter while he thrust into her, look at to face about her own reflection.

She felt a need to watch. The massive redhead wizard behind her, whose muscles rippled as he moved into her, overshadowed her small frame so much that the mirror only showed his lower half of his face. He was on her hips, his hands so big he could have wrapped his fingers over her entire waist.

With the power of his thrusts, her enormous breasts heaved and jiggled, her own body glistening and wet. She panted needily, her eyes unfocused, her cheeks red with need, her tongue out. Her nipple piercings gleamed silver. She seemed completely lustful, and she was feeling like a real slave.

Before he poured himself into her cunt just ten minutes later, she climaxed swiftly and without permission twice more. He muttered absently as he pulled away from her, "You know I'll have to penalize you for that, pet."

She leaned on the counter and turned to face him, boneless with satisfaction. "Whatever you wish, daddy,” she murmured.

Ron's lips quirked as he observed her, the happy hormones from her obedience being flooded in her by the might of the enchantment created just to make her a slave, strengthening her reliance on her Masters' cocks.

He guided her to the bedroom by threading a finger through just one of her nipple rings. As he pulled on the ring, she let out a quiet groan and obediently followed him down the hallway. "I think that three sets of edging where you're prohibited from cumming seems fair, don't you think, pet, since you came here three times without permission?"

She whispered, "Yes, Daddy," her voice still breathy with longing.

As he brought her toy box, he said, "Pick up your plug, pet." Now that he had added some items of his own pick that he had purchased today, it was a really decent assortment. He took out one of her enormous 14-inch dildos and placed it on the bed, along with a five-inch cock gag and a lengthy chain of large anal beads. At last, a large vibrating wand was added to the stack.

He first placed the gag on her, flooding her mouth and striking her throat with the five-inch cock that was attached to it. He allowed her a moment to recuperate before strapping it securely over her head because she gagged when he was inserting it.

She looked up at him with her large brown eyes fixed on his cock, the way they always looked when he grinned at her. He smiled and said, "That's my good girl," causing her cheeks to flush and her eyes to get darkly aroused.

He extended her ankles wide and cuffed them to the bed's legs. "Ass up, bend forward," he said to her. "That's it." Her face was forced down onto the bed by a hand over her shoulder, and he shackled both of her wrists joined behind her back in a hurry before yanking them up and tying them to a long rope that was fastened to the headboard. She would remain in pose for him, her ass as well as cunt stretched wide for his amusement, thanks to the tension on her shoulders through her modified strappado.

With great care, he parted her folds and pulled aside her clit hood as he placed the vibrator underneath her, pressing its head into the mattress to ensure that her tiny bud was receiving the most amount of punishment. Next, he turned it on.

The vibrator screamed to life, and he was unprepared for the shock that shot through her whole body and the muffled shriek that was ripped from her mouth. He reduced the volume a bit, and when she pressed into the vibrator and shifted her hips, the screams changed into wanton, throaty groans. "Pet, this is round one. Hold for twenty minutes." She remained silent.

Conjuring up a chair, Ron took a seat and watched his gorgeous, lustful pet writhe and groan on the bed, his cock in hand. With arousal, her empty cunt gushed, causing fluids to run down her thighs and coat her legs. Her vacant butt gaped slightly, obviously well-used today, and sealed up the remainder of the moment. He was eager to watch it expand as it consumed the anal bead he had saved for her second round of torment.

Just before the twenty minutes were up, he got himself hard twice by conjuring a Lust potion to maintain himself erect. When he eventually turned off the vibrator, she literally broke down in tears. After giving her five minutes to rest in order to reduce her arousal, he applied the lubricating and cleaning spell to her ass.

He laughed as she groaned deep in her throat, feeling it pass into her bowels. "You're beginning to enjoy that, are you not, pet? Today, I got you a new toy. Are you prepared to give it a go?" Her pupils widened in panic at the size of the anal pearls, so he smiled and showed her the string of them. "You don't have to be worried, my dear. My cock was among the six that your eager little ass took. It has little trouble consuming these beads."

She groaned, and he noticed an adorable scarlet flush mark her cheeks. Ron watched as the tiniest bead popped into her hole with hardly any resistance after pressing it against it. The string contained six beads, the largest measuring two inches in diameter, or roughly the size of a billiard ball, and the smallest measuring just under an inch.

He pushed the second bead within her ass to join its companion after slicking it with her cunt's fluids. He had to use his other hand to hold back his impulse to just push her cock within, destroying the game, since her hole only extended briefly around the broadest part on the ball before swallowing it inside. She shuddered as both of the final bead slid home, slowly stretching her out before slipping swiftly within and pressing the preceding ones even more into her.

He ran his finger over her inner walls as he inserted it inside her cunt. Through the thin wall, he could feel the shapes of the beads and counted each bulge. When her ass was packed with them, he would later fuck her cunt. It would be a wonderful feeling. He imagined it as he spread his sperm over her thighs, stroking himself while he fingered her.

Stretching her out in preparation for the biggest, last bead, he let the fifth bead to settle in her opening at its widest position. Her breathing tightened as he did so, providing further lubricant and encouragement. He whispered to her, "You're holding them so well, Hermione," and she let out a throaty groan as he finally allowed it slip inside of her. "Just one more. I enjoy feeding your starving body and seeing it gobble up everything I offer it. Pet, you were meant for this. I think you're such a nice girl."

Even as he started to pump the last and largest beads into her extremely full ass, he couldn't help but smile at her repressed whimper and her delighted little wiggle of hips at the praise. She had the cutest praise kink ever. He applied lubricant to the last bead and slid his finger around her opening to smooth it more. In order to create more space, he pushed on the tip of the fifth bead, which was still visible through her opening.

Next, he gently but steadily eased the sixth bead into place. Instead of fighting him, she was supporting him by pushing back and tensing her inner muscles. He inserted two fingers inside her cunt and started teasing her g-spot, with his thumb focusing on her clit, after the entire string was well seated into her ass.

He could tell she was on the verge in a matter of seconds, but she still had just twenty minutes to bear it. He teased, "You're so keen on cumming, aren't you, pet? You need this so badly that I can feel your wicked little cunt squeezing around my fingers. But since you experienced an orgasm and didn't ask for it beforehand, Hermione, you're going to be a nice girl and take it for twenty minutes."

He knew that the ritual's potent magic was the only thing preventing her from having an orgasm as she let out a frustrated groan and wrapped her walls around his fingers. She would blow up if his cock came close to her. He touched her on the verge of cumming for five minutes before grabbing the rope at the tip of those anal beads and smoothly removing it from her body.

What could have been another miraculously destroyed full-body orgasm rippled and gaped as her ass, upper body rising off the bed, and shoulders nearly dislocated as she shrieked through the gag.

The view was so sensual that he returned, his erection heightened beyond control by the lust potion, his come splattering over her ass to mix with her juices. She wept into the bed, her ass completely overstimulated, and he fed the beads again inside her with almost little resistance this time.

He yanked the beads out after five minutes of fingering her once more. He did this a third time until he eventually lost all patience and took the beads out one at a time, plowing her with each of them. He whispered to her, "That's the next twenty minutes finished, pet. You're doing greatly." He gave her another 10 minutes to recover before he picked up the thirteen-inch dildo.

He displayed it to her. “I’m about to fuck you using this for the last twenty minutes of it, pet,” he informed her. "Your ass will take it beautifully, even though you just took anal beads. I know you have told me previously that it's too big for you." Her eyes grew wide at that, and he grinned and even leaned in to give her tear-streaked face a kiss. "You know, Hermione. It's what your body was meant for. You’re perfect little toy.”

He was right; the dildo's diameter was roughly equal to that of the fifth anal bead. With little resistance at all, she took all six inches from it in one stroke, and it didn't take much work for the full 13-inch shaft to vanish inside her ass and fill her to the brim.

He fucked her using it, his fingertips rolling around her clit again, "Twenty minutes, pet." A week before, she might have giggled at the thought of ever experiencing an ecstatic anal sex, or at the thought of this enormous dildo fitting completely within her. However, in the past few days, she had experienced so many strong orgasms in her ass that she found herself on the verge of passing out nearly immediately as the giant cock broke through her hole.

She was at a loss as to how she would manage to bear the next twenty minutes, or how the intense desire and frustration she was feeling would not cause the wild energy she could feel flashing in her hair to burst through her, but she managed to get through it breath by breath.

As she wailed hopelessly, Ron's voice sang to her, assuring her how wonderful she was, how this was her calling, and how fantastic she was as a toy. Maybe, judging by her reaction, she was.

She could hardly think when he finally took the dildo from her, leaving her empty, gaping, and frantic. She let out a cry due to the enormity of her need when his big, soft hands released the gag strap and removed the cock about her lips. She cried, "Please, Daddy, I'm so sorry. Please, sir, please, can you give me your cock, may I cum?"

With his thumb, he removed the tears off her cheek as he brushed her hair away from her face. He said, "Pet, you were quite a delightful thing for me. I'm going to enjoy myself with you right now, but it might take some time because I drank a lust potion. You are free to cum as often as you want." Following the dildo, he took some time to fill her ass full using the anal beads once more, making sure they all went into place without any resistance. He then slipped his cock home, crashing out inside her neglected cunt.

She screeched as she clinched around him so tightly that he finished too, within her, the anal beads slammed into his cock against her walls. She instantly and completely crashed into an earth-shattering orgasm. He believed she may have cum for thirty minutes solid as he pounded her cunt repeatedly and then her ass, as her orgasms looked like they chain together during the fuck.

With a final wave of his wand, he managed to free her and took her tired body straight to the restroom. Together, they sat in the newly filled bath as he gently cleansed every area of her body using a gentle towel and soothing soap to relieve her tense muscles. He then shampooed her hair and took care of himself.

He washed himself swiftly, and she saw him rest on the other end of the bath.

She abruptly stated, "Master Lucius shared my body with three snatchers, and they use a bat to fuck in me."

Ron paused, slung his fleece over his right shoulder, and gave her a quick glance. "Have they harmed you?"

She gave a firm head shake. "Not at all. Just gave me a quick fuck. Not in my butt though." He did not say anything, just slowly nodding. She whispered, "Thank you, R- Ron... Master."

Surprised, he gave her a scowl. “What for, pet?”

"For looking after me.... for instructing me.... for sparing me harm. For being... considerate.”

He gave a gentle smile. “You’re very welcome, Hermione.”

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The following morning, Hermione woke up with her body trembling from the tremors of an orgasm, her cunt constricting around the enormous cock inside of her. Her body tingled and hurt all over, as if she had been used completely. Her ass and tits were bruised and puffy from the punishment they'd received yesterday, and her legs hurt from the awkward positions she'd been in.

Stretched and oversensitized, her cunt and ass felt ready for the next fucking at all times. Her jaw ached, her mouth feeling different, her soft tongue hurt from all the face pounding she'd had, and yet she felt as though she needed something to fill her, a cock to suck on.

Two days earlier, the steady push and fullness caused by the plug inside her ass seemed so strangely soothing, but now it felt strangely familiar. As she twisted, Ron's arms grew tighter around her, drawing her back into him and driving his cock farther into her body. She groaned at the sensation of one of his palms cupping her mons and his fingers playing with the ring sliced in her clit hood while he slept.

He would get up and screw her quite soon. She didn't dare cum anymore without permission now that she was completely awake, even though he kept playing with her and almost brought her to the verge of another orgasm. The agony from the lingering wounds that the balm failed to heal was an excessive obstacle.

Even pain was kind of wonderful at this point, so she tried to use the discomfort to distract herself from the growing pleasure that was coiling and pooling inside of her. At last, Ron stirred, which was a relief. "Good morning, my dear..." He hissed in her ear, sensing her shifting and sighing against him. "Are you having fun?" he asked.

"Daddy, good morning," she exclaimed. "You seem to be touching me. Sir, I'm really close. Could I please cum?" He chuckled quietly, as if realizing that his hands were playing with her clit ring.

"Oh no, you really are in a tight spot, don't you? But at this moment, I'm too comfy to move, so you're going to to do it on your own; I can't help you." She was unable to play with herself after he let go the ring and cupped his palm over her folds to prevent anything from touching her clit. She groaned in despair as she wiggled. "Pet, touch at your nipples for me," he whispered.

She instinctively raised her palms to her breasts, but gasped when her fingers touched the cane's stripes since her freshly healed flesh was so sensitive. "Are they sensitive?" he said, his tone playful. Whimpering, she nodded and tentatively caressed edges of her areolas, feeling the flesh pucker beneath her touch.

"Yeah daddy, so sensitive!”

“Pinch it," he commanded. He gave a quiet growl as she hesitated. "Pinch them, sweetie, or let me handle it for you." She quickly gathered her thumbs along with forefingers around the snug nubs and gently tightened them. She let out an uncontrollable squeal and felt him giggle, moving his cock inside of her.

She shrieked in shock and ecstasy as the unbelievable sweet agony within her nipples as well as the bouncing action of his cock inside her cunt sent her over the brink into an orgasm.

She was left exhausted and gasping as he turned over on her top, forcing her face down against the mattress and drove roughly into her quivering cunt, taking his own pleasure from her. He said, nonchalantly, "Good girl," getting out of bed.

Her face continued to rest in the mattress as she shivered noticeably. "I got to spend the whole day with Professor Severus and his class before meeting Draco?" she inquired as he brought her planner and she saw the names on the list. "Why should I be going to with Draco?"

"Love, that's the rule. It seems like Lucius wrote his name to get some much-needed practice. You must fuck anybody your masters demand for. You have to fuck Tobby even if he asks you to." Ron laughed at her startled expression, "I hope you understand that because he is higher orders than you, the sole reason I blocked him the previous day was since he forced you through his magic."

She met Professor Snape in his office at ten in the morning after having her bath and a meal with Ron. He patiently and expertly assisted her for two hours in completing her potion reports, after which he helped her create her schedule for the next class.

Hermione was nearly at ease. Despite her dislike, Severus was a perceptive and intelligent guy, and she became entangled in his web. She could almost imagine that he was just a professor helping her out while she was working alongside him in his class. Then the hour hand reached twelve. He told her to leave her clothing here as she wouldn't need them in the chamber and she would have extra here in case she was ever taken through quickly.

With a feeling of dread that her research time was over and she had become once more a sex object, Hermione gazed up at him. With a dejected expression, she reluctantly stood up to take off her blouse and said, "Yes, Professor." With lust, Severus observed her as she undressed in front of him, reaching out to caress her plump breasts after removing her skirt and revealing her nude body.

After that, he attached a leash to her clit hood piercing and guided her a short distance to the floo. Hermione had seldom felt so completely defenseless. Even though she wasn't wearing handcuffs, the act of being guided by her cunt made her feel so dehumanized that she was having trouble breathing.

Severus led her through a number of the castle's hallways, seemingly delighted by her desperation, before bringing her back to the dim studio where he had previously bound her. This time, he bound her with a blindfold first, then a gag that forced her mouth wide open, and finally restraints on the ankles and wrists that caused her to stand on tiptoe and painfully wide apart.

He forced her head backward as far as possible to go, and then something long and hard—possibly attached to the ceiling—pushed into her mouth within the ring gag till she could hardly breathe around it. She was unable to tilt her head forward again. His lips were near to her ear as he whispered, "You have an amazing body, Ms. Granger," and she shivered at the sensation of his warm breath on her skin and the sound of the camera clicking. As her head held back and his fingers resting on her throat, she instinctively swallowed to control her fear.

As he chuckled, she felt something extremely cold push across the small of her back, causing her to jerk violently and yank her wrists from the cuffs. As she writhed, he trailed the ice cube along her spine and crooned, "So sensitive." She let out a yell as his fingers left her neck and another ice cube was placed against her clit. His lips just touched her ear's shell as he said, "I need you to stay quiet. When I'm done toying with you, every noise you make will get you another paddle spanking. Do you understand?"

She said nothing, remaining silent, "Good girl. I knew you'd be a clever one.” Then he began tormenting her one more. Without warning, he moved from ice cubes that brushed on her most delicate skin to a small wheel of sharp edges that he rolled over her nipples, across her cunt, along the backs in her knees, or underneath of her breasts; after that, he soothed her pain with warm, gentle hands; finally, he tickled her arms and neck with a soft quill end, making her squirm. He used pegs to pinch the skin over her thighs and tummy, then took it away all at once. He also dripped excruciatingly hot wax on her ass and breasts.

She tried not to cry, but she couldn't help but feel everything on her skin, from agony to pleasure. She couldn't count how many squeals, gasps, groans, and cries he had her let out. When the smooth, cold wooden paddle finally touched her bottom, he declared she was a loud, naughty pet who needed to be disciplined.

"Unfortunately, I ran out of time for right now, so I am going to give you all of the 48 whips you have earned tomorrow," he said, his breath a whisper on her oversensitive skin making her shudder. Hermione did not even hear him. Her entire body was tingling with pain from spending so much time in this kind of demanding stance, and her legs were shaking.

When he removed her handcuffs, she fell to the ground like a puppet whose lines had been severed, dizzy and feeling as though she was floating outside of her body. Even after he took off the blindfold, she didn't open her eyes since the idea of light was too much for her.

She crawled behind him naively as he tutted at her, connecting the chain with her clit piercings and pulling her down the hallway. She twirled into the vibrant green flames as he shoved her into the floo, leash still hooked to her, yelling out where she was going next.

She stammered into the following meeting. Hermione's shaking, hot body spilled out from the floo onto Draco's spotless fireplace, covering it with soot. The kid appeared somewhat annoyed. Draco's room was modest and tidy.

She screamed as the caustic cleansing spell scraped her oversensitized skin as he aimed six scourgifys on her before moving closer. He tutted to himself, "What a mess," and went over to her, grabbing the leash and making her bend over so she might follow him inside the bedroom.

As soon as she crept into the room, he cast Levicorpus on her and yanked her up to the ceiling by her ankle, preventing her from touching the bed. His smart pants and underwear were swiftly and carefully taken off, folded, and she watched hanging down as he sat back on the foot of the bed, his five-inch cock just above her head.

With her hair in his grasp, he used it to slant her hanging body and shove his penis down her throat. Then he set her swaying, taking hold of her locks to stop her straying too far, exerting the absolute least of work to fuck her while she hang there helplessly.

After finishing twice in her mouth, he cast the countercurse and let her go. He didn't attempt to grab her when she fell to the ground, feeling lightheaded from being flipped around so often. He spoke to her abruptly for the first time in the thirty minutes she had been there, saying, "Scabior informed me that you had the beaters bat up your cunt yesterday."

She stammered out, "Yes, sir," her throat raw from his harsh handling.

With a sly little smile on his lips, he asked, "You know it's ritual to take it in your ass of the mudblood bitches, right?"

Where she lay, Hermione tensed up. She rushed in, "I-I didn't know that, sir."

"Since I've never played Chaser, I didn't see the need for a bat, but I'll have get myself one for when I see you again." He remarked rhetorically, "Can't have the common broomstick wrongfully initiated, can we? Get up."

She scrambled to her shaking legs, clinging to the rack of drawers for stability as she tried to obey. "Spread your cheeks, bend over." He groaned and muttered a spell as she bowed, almost toppling over to show him her ass.

She was momentarily immobilized, seemingly constrained by a petrificus totalus jinks, yet she remained precisely where she was, rather than being coerced into adopting the petrificus position. With a tingling cold rush, the cleaning spell entered her body as cool fingers removed the plug out her ass, and she sensed him place it on her back.

She was unable to move or speak, so all she could do was watch as Draco—the boy who had called her derogatory names and harassed her at school—inserted two fingers inside her ass and started to work them in and out. He soon added a third followed by a fourth until the pain of the harsh, unlubricated stretching made her want to cry.

He said, "I believe the bat is likely about the width of my fist," as he also managed to jam his thumb into her, causing her stomach to churn. She was about to snap; it was all too much.

She thought for a split second that she could have passed out as her head screamed, but suddenly his entire fist was within her, pushing its way deeper until she was trapped, unable to move, breathe, or scream. At the end of the hour, when he shoved her through the floo, she was gripping the plug with her hand, her eyes staring blankly and her ass gaping too much to contain.

She slid forward onto the mat, not knowing where she was going or even if she was still breathing. It made no difference that the petrificus had vanished. Her limbs appeared so far away that she had trouble seeing herself using them. Ron was there, nearly falling over her while she laid where she fell across the fireplace. She wasn't sure how much time had passed while she was lying there, but she didn't believe it was long until the floo blazed again behind her.

She heard him say, "Merlin," and then she felt herself being lifted by heavy, warm hands and held against a firm, powerful chest. He carried her into the bedroom, her head bouncing limply against his shoulder. "Hermione?" She heard his gentle question, but her body seemed a million miles away, making it difficult for her to react with her mouth.

She felt a piercing, nauseating agony in her stomach that lessened as he mumbled a spell, but the pain persisted in ways she was unable to explain. He took a seat on the bed and enveloped her in the blankets, holding her firmly in his lap. Then a cup of water appeared at her lips, then she felt it drip into her mouth—cold and revitalizing—before spilling over her chin and not even managing to swallow.

Next, he called forth chocolate, slicing off a piece and placing it on her tongue, allowing it to melt in her mouth. She felt hot, stinging tears welling up in her eyes, spilling over her cheeks and seeping into his shirt, and it tasted like protection, but she remained motionless and silent. "I've got you, beautiful, it's okay." As her ear lay against his chest, he comforted her, "You're safe now." His voice rumbled in his chest.

She lay there, writhing in Ron's arms as she sobbed, till gradually her senses returned. She was unaware of the duration, but it seemed to have taken her nearly an hour to recuperate sufficiently to slightly adjust her posture and nestle closer to him. She felt his arms curl round her in comfort as he planted a kiss on the crown of her head. Brushing her hair off her face, he whispered, "There you are, pet," and extended his hand to give her a cup of water once more.

After taking a cautious drink, she became aware of her extreme thirst. "It goes quite well," he murmured. "You will get sick if you down it all." She politely accepted the chocolate square he gave in its stead after letting him take the glass from her lips. He asked her, "May I have a peek at your injuries?" as soon as she was well enough to get up and use the blanket to wipe her eyes. She stiffened and bit her lip. "Otherwise, I could bring you to St. Mungos, but I sense that you would prefer not to respond to their inquiries," he said.

She nodded after inhaling deeply. She paused as her words hardly came out, clearing her throat with a cough. "D-Draco.... he...I couldn't move, scream, or do anything. He did stuff like petrificus totalus, but it locked me in another shape, then he... he fisted my butt, without any lube, simply over and over," she whispered. "I just stopped."

Ron's blue eyes were burning with absolute rage, yet as he stroked her cheek and used his thumb to dab away a stray tear, his voice was incredibly soft. With a chilly silence that made her shudder, he murmured, "I will be dealing with the ferret later. Let's get you well for now." She was not anymore physically shattered after two potions and other spells, but the mental anguish persisted.

Still naked, Ron let her wrap onto his lap and whispered comforting words in her ear while she buried herself in his warmth. His arm around her waist, keeping her close to him, while his finger lightly caressed her labia—not in a sexual way, just casually stroking her as he snuggled her. "Hermione, you're doing so well," he muttered. "You're incredible, and I'm extremely pleased of you for taking everything. I'm so happy I get to snuggle with you like this and to be the one whom makes you feel safe because I knew instantly when I saw you that you were something unique."

He continued to comfort and pet her while she wept, her tears seeping into the lining of his robes while she hid her face into his shoulder. At last, he lowered his fingers slightly, collecting the slick that was now continuously collecting at her entrance, then bringing it to her clit, circling the small, tight bud with his fingers.

She let out a cry in response to his touch, raising her head to glance at him. "There you go, kitty. Everything is better now." She let out a gasp and a moan as his fingers continued to circle her clit, his rough pads gliding over it. She moved in his lap in an attempt to reach his cock, however he quickly removed his hand from her clit. "Did I mention that you could move? Be good girl to me, and remain still. Your only duty is to be motionless and enjoy it as I rub my pet."

Hermione let out a soft whimper. Overwhelming desire was already washing away any comfort she'd been feeling, so she had to accept it and stay still. Ron gave her a quick kiss on the crown of her head while he quietly smiled at her frustration. "Reply to me, dear," he reprimanded her.

"Yes, daddy," she reluctantly said.

He sighed, his fingers resuming their seductive arc around her clit. "There's my good girl," he said. She began to squirm and plead for his cock to be permitted to cum within five minutes, but he simply held her tightly and proceeded to touch her cunt and draw figures over her clit, pushing her toward insanity.

"Please, sir, please," she pleaded, breathing heavily in desperation as he continued to stroke her, holding her deftly, on the verge of an orgasm, because of the ceremonial magic.

"Not yet," he chuckled and gave her a gentle kiss. "Hermione, I adore seeing you so incredibly devoted to me. I think that you're really a good girl." He praised her an good girl, and she bucked into his palm, moaning as he smiled. "Do you enjoy being my good girl?"

Desperately, she nodded. "Oh my goodness, Daddy! I'd love to be a good girl for you!”

His thumb caressed her cheek as his other hand clasped her face. "Hermione, how many further minutes can I give you the edge? How long are you going to be my good girl?"

Desperate to please him, yet insane with need, she looked at him in anguish. "Daddy, how much longer do you want?" she questioned unsurely. She didn't want to let him down by giving him too little time, but can she really take ten more minutes of this? One more hour? She was unsure.

He planted a kiss on her lips, his tongue seizing hers and ravishing her until she shuddered. He said to her, "You are so lovely for me pet. Can you have faith in me to guide you, offer you just as much that I know you are capable of taking and not to drive you too far?”

She gazed up at him, her eyes hazy with want. What she could manage to say was, "I'm your good girl."

"Yes you are, darling," Ron said with a smile, bending to give her another kiss while his fingers teased her moist cunt. For thirty minutes, he enjoyed her obedience and her reactions as she shook, cried, gasped, and screamed under his care. Eventually, he noticed her eyes getting glassy and her motions becoming more robotic.

He said to her, "Pet, I'm very proud of you. You get to decide how to have a good time and take my cock."

She moaned, scarcely able to breathe, "Want you... in my pussy... please daddy." His clothing vanished in an instant, and he began to lower her trembling body over his stiff cock. The moment he entered her, she erupted violently, screamed, convulsed, and squirted harder than he had ever seen. He was afraid she could have fainted.

As she fell, he held her and gently rocked her back to health. With her chest heaving, she collapsed upon him, panting. She gasped, barely seeming to realize she'd whispered the words aloud, "That was... insane."

Ron said, "Good girls deserve treats," with a simple smile.

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The morning of Thursday, Hermione awoke. She felt a tongue licking her cunt, which made it throb, but then it felt oddly empty. Looking down, she saw her master's dog licking her cunt like it was honey.

The dog barked and crawled to a corner after she chased it away. When she couldn't find Ron anywhere, she briefly felt as though she had been abandoned. On the bedside table, leaning against her wand, was a note.

"Good morning, Pet.

I choose not rouse you up since I have a full day ahead of me. I'm going to be back shortly, I have some business to see to. I gave Fang permission to watch you in case anyone tried to perform a prank. Yeah, I named him after Hagrid's dog, just to remember.

Yours - Daddy”

Hermione stood up and started about her daily practice, feeling strangely glad that he took the time to write her a message. As was becoming customary, she had an appointment with Severus for her first visit. She did not bother to get clothes before flooing to Severus's bedroom and sucking his cock on her hands and knees.

He kept her in place with his huge hand on the rear of her head, sneering down at her while she deep-throated him and choked on his cock. Thankfully, he arrived swiftly, and in less than ten minutes, she was within her own restroom, swishing mouthwash and dabbing at her gagged tears.

When daddy came back, she had just stumbled upon some clothing. He stepped out from the floo with ease, brushing soot off his shirt and grinning at her. Ron said, "Good morning, Pet. Already back from Severus's?"

Hermione scowled. "He can fuck up my face and throw me back to the floo in no time at all."

Ron chuckled. "You might find this next appointment to be a little more enjoyable, then. I've spoken with Lucius, and we're heading over to punish Draco right now. This is official—Antonin is currently bringing Yaxley. After Draco is finished, we'll give out revised guidelines to make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Yaxley, Master?" Startled, Hermione reiterated.

Ron said, "It looks like he apologized for how he treated your breasts and asked me to inform you that he adores your boobs." After flooing through Draco's chamber, they discovered Antonin and Yaxley in the living room. With a menacing expression, Draco was seated on the couch.

Ron assumed control. "Draco, you violated our toy's ownership rules yesterday," he said. "She was unconscious but otherwise detached when she returned, bleeding profusely. After giving her treatment for several hours, I was managed to recover her and restore her to normal.

I'm here to attest that you neglected Miss Granger and left her in a condition that may have permanently damaged her if I hadn't been able to get her the timely medical attention she needed.

As a result, you will be forever barred from using Miss Granger and forced to put through the same ordeal that you did her. Do you've got anything to say?”

Hermione grinned back at Draco's venomous look, despite her slight cover behind Ron. He enveloped her shoulders in a shielding arm. Draco snarled, "The little bitch reached me all filthy and overused."

Rom intervened. "As of right now, a new regulation will be implemented requiring Hermione to receive a half-hour of aftercare following each appointment, thus going forward, she must attend punctually. But that doesn't justify how you treat her."

With the bat in hand, Antonin advanced and gave Draco a sneer. "Get up, shithead," he smiled.

"My father will hear about this!" Draco said trying to look intimidating.

"Your father has already heard about this" Ron scoffed, "And he is much happy about us teaching you how to treat a lady."

Hermione watched in awe as all three Death Eaters undressed and restrained Draco. They started by hanging him upside down, just like he had done to her, and feeding him forcefully their cocks one after another. After that, they turned him over and gave him each a full fuck of his ass before driving a massive bat into him, which was lubricated by the three doses of cum they had filled him with.

Yaxley teased him, saying, "You take it better than her," as Draco sobbed and the bat went six inches into his ass.

After yanking it out, Antonin pushed it back in, deeper this time, causing the blonde to scream loudly. "Shall we close that mouth now?" He looked up at Hermione. “Come here, pet.”

Hermione stepped shyly toward them, and Ron offered a chair. "Take a seat, pet, stretch out your legs out for me. Allow Draco to eat your lovely cunt as an apology." The fact that Hermione pulled up her skirt and opened up her legs before of the crying wizard without even questioning it was a testament to how chaotic the past few days had been.

Ron pressed Draco's face on her pussy while Antonin kept fucking him using the bat. He encouraged, "Go on, lick it properly. After you've made her plead for cock so that she can cum, we'll stop fucking you."

Following that promise, Hermione gasped and pressed herself against Draco's face as he licked her clit with eagerness if not sloppily. Ron grinned at her and then hammered the man’s arse as Hermione was riding his face, while she had the wild, invasive thought that was what it could be like being part of a threesome, in case Ron had been her lover in a normal alternative life.

Ultimately, Draco came ahead of her, as the massive bat seemed to have struck his prostate precisely. He let out a whimper against her crotch while spilling his seed onto the ground.

Having the bat still buried deep in his ass, Ron forced him to lick up his cum, and then he gave Hermione the option to be claimed by Ron's cock or by Draco's tongue. Ron's cock was gladly selected by Hermione, and he pounded her to a magnificent climax while Yaxley leisurely poked the bat out and into of Draco's ass as he trembled on the floor.

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After a few days of Draco's discipline, Hermione grew accustomed to spending her days on her knees, serving her master. The brunette pet had become more obedient and self-assured in caring for her masters. She also enjoyed being cared for and, surprisingly, receiving punishment. She is no longer need to wait for their cocks to cum. She can climax endlessly as long as they give their consent.

With the exception of the Dark Lord, who had become accustomed to seeing his pet in the nude among all five of her masters, she had served all five of them. A few hours after dawn, Hermione woke up in her room. Her masters had given her a bukkake facial as a birthday celebration just a few hours prior, and the evening had been enjoyable.

She was surprised and upset when she didn't find Ron by her side on the bed. She was hoping to be woken up with his enormous cock jammed within her cunt or in her asshole.

After finishing her morning routine, she changed into a tight shirt and short skirt and white cotton panties because it was her birthday. Her Master had given her permission to wear underwear today, but Hermione wasn't even interested in wear them anymore.

She entered the living room and stopped, taking in the sight in front of her. Her Master, Ron Weasley, sat on the table with his fingers encircling his throbbing cock, naked just like the day he was born. He was massaging his enormous erection. His large magical dog, Fang, was now drooling over her daddy's erection, which was completely covered in frosting from her birthday cake.

He leaned down on his elbows and murmured, "Fang, have a treat." Fang understood the command right away. Ron had taught him how to follow them long ago, ever when he had come to understand that it was possible. He slumped back, blue eyes shutting as a slick tongue started to slide along his cock. "That's right, lick my balls."

Hermione was aroused as well as more envious of Fang for replacing her, instead of feeling repulsed or furious. It's supposed to be her sucking up every bit of frost off her Ron's cock while kneeling on the ground.

As Fang lapped away all the the icing, Ron tried to disregard the fur brushing on his upper thighs. His fat tongue was sucking and slurping, his nose chilly against his testicles as his tongue started to lap his arse. "God, yes, eat my arse."

His eyes snapped open, and he grinned to see his cat gazing with a transfixed expression. Hermione gazed at him at a level of focus that he had not noticed before, unless she was deeply absorbed in her studies.

Pushing Fang off of his cock, he said, "See anything you like pet."

"Yes, Daddy," she said, her cheeks flushed even more as she gave his cock another glance. She moved in closer proximity to him and extended her hand, grazing her finger across his cock head. "It feels wet, May I?"

He panted, "What do you want, Pet? Speak up."

"C- Can I lick your cock Daddy?" She inquired, he nodded, and she returned her gaze to observing him. Her tiny fingers nervously wrapped around him, adding more cake icing to his cock's head, and then her petite tongue tentatively licked him, saying, "Hmmm, I could very well flavor Fang of you Daddy."

"You liked the cake then?" With a cheeky smile, he questioned her while she licked the icing off his cock head.

She grinned broadly and said, "The frosting helps it taste better." She then parted her lips and sucked the crown of his cock in. As she knelt on the ground, Fang nudged her ass with his head, growling behind her that his treat had been taken from him. Ron heard Hermione's loud gasp and shortly saw the dog sliding beneath the table, indicating he liked what he smelled.

Ron rolled his head off to laugh at the sight of Fang's head peeking out from under Hermione's skirt, his tongue and nose nibbling at her plain white cotton panties. "Hermione, stick your hand inside your panties. Move it so I can look at your lovely little cunt." She gave in to his words with more urgency, her hand following his instructions.

"You really are such a whore, are not you?" As he watched her panties pushed to the side and her wet cunt covered in beautiful brown curls, he muttered in surprise. Her fluids were licked up by Fang's lengthy tongue, making her whimper and complain around his cock. His hips arched to her mouth as he plowed her face, he slipped his hand in her hair to prevent her from releasing him. He couldn't help but stop himself when he noticed her fingers touching herself. She pulled back, panting and choking, and he moaned as he came, gushing into her mouth and dripping across his thighs and torso.

Ron abruptly got up from the table and pushed her back down onto the ground. His leg slid between hers, caressing her while his hands and fingers spread over her entire form. He didn't stop pumping his leg till she began to cry out and trembling beneath him. She was groaning, her face flushed with excitement and covered in his spunk.

"Did you enjoy that Fang?" the redhead said, laughing at his dog's desire for Hermione, as Fang rushed on her and began licking her so intensely that hardly any sign of Ron's come remained in her mouth. "Are you up for fucking Hermione?"

Ron gave Hermione a sly look as Fang twice humped against her calf. "Do you think you enjoy that whore? Would you mind lending Fang your cunt for a little while?"

"Yess," she said, wildly nodding, her sinister thoughts returning to the articles she'd read about magical canines possessing the strong crave to breed witches, and her desire to give it a shot.

"All well, then, go. Feel his cock," her daddy urged her.

At first, it seemed strange. Feeling the tip of it. Her fingertips running over the veins as she ran along the shaft. the knot's bulging. Her right hand kept on massage the cock before of her, and her fingers went to her clit while she rolled around that little bundle of compact nerves.

The redhead thought, "There we go, Hermione," as he observed Hermione caress Fang's cock. "Keep on with that, and you'll be ready for this monster in no time," he grinned, seeing his pet get down on her knees and begin offering the dog a blow job.

Hermione's gaze strayed to her daddy, and she felt a wave of heat. He grinned broadly. With lust. When he saw her peering at the tip of Fang's penis, he slowly jerked away. The cock's tip was smooth, thick, and wide—almost like a tongue—aside from the indentation where Fang's seed would finally leak out. It was cozy. Sliding her mouth down, it became almost too hot to the touch. She would never in a million years put it all down her throat. Her gag reflex still needed to be sharpened, for starters. Secondly, Fang's cock measures fourteen inches and is knotted. Hermione was going to do it when he remained limp and pray for the best, even if she wished to throat him. That did not mean that she wasn't fond of the notion that it would not fit.

A tiny climax rolled along Hermione's clit while some of Fang's precum began to dribble into her mouth, causing her to groan around his cock. She slid it down her tongue before swallowing; it was thick, sticky, and salty, almost like a meaty sauce. As she overheard Ron groan at the view of her suckling dog, she couldn't help but flush. More, Hermione yearned. She gracefully slipped beneath Fang to a 69 pose and removed her panties, revealing her wet pussy for Ron and Fang. She could feel the dog's hot slobber dripping on her crotch and her breath tightened.

She ran her fingers along her folds and spread them, using it as lubrication so that Fang could smell her pussy. Drool beads, some of which were fat, found their way inside her pussy, slickening the walls of her vagina and gently pressing against her cervix. Before there were any more pauses, Hermione started bobbing her head along Fang's cock in an attempt to gulp down as much as possible. She tried to recover her breath, then let out a high-pitched groan, and smirked as Fang dripped more precum over her nether lips. Fang found her vagina. The apparent curiosity began to cause Hermione increasing amounts of pleasure along her cunt, and Fang's tongue began licking at her folds in lengthy, broad, quick strokes.

The pace and hunger with which Fang kept licking her was spinning her brain out of control. The sensation of his breath and tongue gliding against her was all that was subtle, contrary to when she fingered herself, combining with his saliva and her fluids. It was nearly unbearable. The amount of choked groans that were unable to leave Hermione made her realize that she was unable to take the massive cock in front of her with all of its knotty magnificence, so she kept gazing at it and stroke it. "That's it, Hermione." Ron's voice had a slight growl to it and sounded deeper. "Now he wants you."

"Really?" With wide eyes, Hermione exclaimed, "I can fuck Fang?" She let out a gasp as Fang's constant licking caused her legs stretch a little. "Daddy, I might get knocked up!" She could also hear Ron drawing closer.

Hermione wept, sensing Ron's big, rough hands cradling her buttocks as he lifted her hips a little. With seemingly renewed vigor, Fang's large tongue began to skirt in her pussy, suggesting that the new perspective was working wonders for him. Apparently that he was ready to have his full too, Ron squeezed her ass using one hand while ripping off the skirt with the other. He remarked, "Suck his cock now!" as he gave her an spank.

Hermione followed her instructions, slightly in pain from Ron's spank but also aroused. While bobbing her head back and forth once again, she began to take in Fang's cock, running her tongue over the shaft and head lathering that savory sauce around it. She extended her hands, one grabbing the knot and the other the balls. The way it impacted Fang as well as how it felt left her unsure of whether to be happy or disturbed. Much of his drool began to stream along her pussy and upward towards her belly, which made the dog lick and twist its hips into an odd way. Ron returned to his gravelly ideas, "That's a good whore. Now let's stretch you out before Fang gets his way with you."

Hermione wanted to object, but it was hard because of Ron's quick plunging dog cock within her mouth as well as the buzzing sensations that flooded her body as he inserted a thick finger inside her. Hermione battled and forced herself to swallow the pain as Ron gave her a violent finger fuck while his finger was firmly embedded in her cunt. Ron rubbed it inside of her, causing her walls to give with time as they wrapped tightly along the finger.

Fang was what made the pain easier to bear. Even as Ron stuck his finger inside her pussy and pushed forth pussy juice and drool, Fang was happily sucking it up, as if his tongue would never stop. As his hard tongue ran along her clit, Fang started to feel hotter—she wasn't sure if she had made this up or if it was real. The dog's cock began to heat up as it attempted to take up more room inside her throat, and she realized at that point that it wasn't her own imagination at all. "Fang, she's quite the whore, isn't she? A few more seconds of this and then I'll take my finger out," Ron patted Fang on the head as his head continued to push down on Hermione's crotch.

Hermione slurped up some more of Fang's cock and attempted to tighten her walls on Ron's finger. There was a slow but steady indication from the increasing heat that he was about to deposit his seed. Hermione was forced to pull on the big knot with her two hands and spurn on. Any cum is better than none at this rate.

Learning how to make eye contact, fondle balls, massage a cock, and even clean up cum from a cock took weeks. Fortunately, it was beginning to pay off for her. Hermione was forced to moan along the dog's cock due to the stimulation from Fang's tongue as well as Ron's finger sliding in and up onto his middle finger at this point. As she watched the dog's balls move closer toward its body then the cock within her mouth begin to throb and slowly enlarge, her pupil widened in ardent panic.

As Hermione drew back along the dog's cock until she reached the tip, the knot grew the largest in a consistent rhythm. She then encircled it with her lips and clenched the knot with her hands to keep the cock inside her mouth firmly. Fang's seed began to drag on her cheeks but she kept it in, spilling heavily and idly into her mouth. She was determined to catch every drop he gave her. Fang's tongue sent rippling waves of ecstasy down to her nipples and clit, where Fang still lapped her out as her walls clenched along Ron's middle finger, because his cum was even salty and meatier.

Ron would have loved to see her with sperm running down her face, but Hermione wanted to sip every last bit. As she swallowed, she ran her tongue over the tip, and Fang continued to discharge more and more seeds as he rode out his climax. Hermione enjoyed the sensation of Fang's sperm being ingested, especially the heavy feeling in her stomach and throat. If Ron was unaware, he now knew that Hermione had successfully temporarily milked Fang's cock. Her walls tightened till it hurt her, then her fluids flowed over his finger, then she settled back, leaving herself an adequate distance between her walls to his finger.

"Got everything? That a girl!" Ron said, beaming as Fang moved to make room. He could not help but notice Hermione's unflinching expression. He removed his middle finger carefully, allowing her to watch the fluids flow down his finger onto her pussy then giving it to Fang to get it clean. "We'll make the perfect breeding bitch off of you pet," he said.

"B-b-b-b-breeding? That sounds fantastic!" she wiggled on Ron's fingers, her pupils dilation registering at the term. She felt the impulse to touch her breasts from the ecstasy that flooded through her body while she repeatedly pondered being bred with the dog. She needed something because the heat inside of her was getting too much.

"Yes, breeding." His rough skin sent pleasant vibrations up Hermione's spine as he dragged his thumb over her sensitive clit. As he began to drive his thumb within, Hermione broke way to a violent and heavy orgasm.

She struggled to stifle her laughter as she reached her hands across the floor and grabbed the carpet to try to steady herself amidst the rush of pleasure. "FUCK!"

"Language," he snapped but he was beaming as her pussy coiled around his finger, attempting to measure its size before settling down. "Maybe Tobby too," he shrugged nonchalantly.

"Tobby?" With renewed courage, her pussy continued to be painful but was now snugly wrapped round Ron's finger as she pushed herself to lean forward and ask, "Why am I banging that elf daddy?"

"Calm down, pet! What happened about caring for poor elves?" Ron glared at her. "Plus, a few of them require new offspring."

"OFFPRING!" She shrieked in ecstasy and panic at the same time.

"Indeed." Then he went ahead and licked her moist pussy cruelly. Before he whistled for Fang to come over, Hermione was just beginning to regain her sexual excitement as Ron began to fully lay her back on the floor and it sniffed her crotch before licking her again.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes, riding another slowly rising climax from Fang's tongue as the lapping sensations took hold of her. "The Dark Lord has assigned me on a mission, so I will not be here for quite a while." He met her face, shrugging, and said, "And. For quite some time, you won't have any concerns about having a big cock.

"Yeah, I see." Hermione pondered briefly as she began to regain some control over her senses. With Ron's size in mind, they gently rolled their tongues over one another as her arm stretched out to touch him.

He winked and grinned, "That's my girl," before he leaned back and displayed his cock in front of her. "Now we're going to begin with Fang pounding your cunt and then you bearing his pups," he added in a deep, comforting voice. "Meanwhile I'm going to wank off on you," he grinned.

Hermione lifted her hips for Fang’s cock. Feeling the hot knotted shaft travel over her slit and slap along her clit, she bit her lip. She winked at Ron, looking at him knowingly. Both of them knew she desired this. Her face was shadowed by Ron's cock as she examined the veiny thickness of it all. She could feel the tip of Fang's cock pressing against her pussy now, and her breath caught as it gradually making its way inside.

“Hmm fuck daddy, his cock feels so hot! Will I really be able to carry his pups?" she sighed. For now, her master's contented grunt was all the validation she needed.

Fang's tip eventually reached her pussy in full. The real enjoyment was about to start as Fang drove his cock inside her plump pussy with savage abandon. Her nipples were picking from the intense waves of pleasure his cock was sending up her tits as it raced along her constricted vaginal walls.

Feeling her pussy stretched along the edge of that beautiful cock as every inch of the shaft pushed for space inside her, she clapped a hand on her mouth. As she experienced one massive orgasm after another, her legs trembled in the air, giving more room for that long, thick dog cock. She had 10 inches of cock within her already.

All that was left to do was take the final four inches of knot. The pleasure blazed inside Hermione, making her feel as though her insides were on fire. As that thick knot slammed against her clit, every breath she took either a gasp or a curse-filled moan, followed by those hefty balls sagging down, waiting to fill her with the beautiful puppy-making seed.

The sight of Ron stroking his massive cock at identical pace as Fang's thrusts was extraordinarily fascinating. He finally started saying, "Moan for it, slut," and let out a low moan as a fat drop of precum began to grow up at his tip. He placed his hand on her chest, caressing one of her rounded breasts with his palm while teasing her nipples with his thumb.

Her focus was fixed on managing her climax for the sake of herself and Fang, as well as that magnificent clear bead that rested along her Master's thick meat stick. Hermione was caught between the delightful feelings of the knot plus balls hitting her clit and ass. With a hungry open lips, she hoped the thick bead would slide into her mouth with ease.

As the large bead slowly descended from the wet precum cord holding it to his cock, Ron grinned at her and looked down. He put both hands over her chest, ripped her shirt off her body, and his hard cock dangled over her head. He gazed in her bare flesh and felt the cock throb as the bead became slightly larger. "FUUU-" When Fang finally slipped his enormous knot inside of her, she leaned up onto Ron's precum, arching her back in the process.

Abruptly, the knot appeared and sent a rush of both pleasure and misery through her body. It appeared as though it would never leave once inside. And that was more than acceptable to her. Her pussy pushed against her g-spot as it greedily wrapped along that knot, securing it within of her as if it had a consciousness of its own. From the bottom of the knot to its balls, there was only a tiny bit of cock remaining, yet it was just enough for her pussy to fit around that amazing bulb.

The dog's penis twirled about her cervix, occasionally finding a satisfying location that gave her a shiver down her spine. Her entire body throbbed for cock. For the dog’s cock, Ron’s cock, anybody or anything’s cock. She was shattered.

On her biggest orgasm yet, Daddy's hefty bead landed in her mouth and filled it all the way. It had a slight sweetness and was just as salty. The warmth of it felt like sipping hot tea, so the opposing flavors complemented one another. She struggled not to spill it while she swallowed, trying to maintain eye contact with Ron. Her attempts for swallowing with her throat open were nearly impossible because they always set off her gag reflex.

Nevertheless, she completed the task, and her boss was extremely happy as additional drops of cum began to fall. Hermione believed she had reached a state of pleasure amidst the knot and the crown of the dog's cock within of her pushing with piston-like speed and intensity and her daddy shading her face using his thick and long meaty member.

She sensed herself ascending a mountain of pleasure. Every small peak had a stunning climax that lubricated Fang's cock's shaft. Every time, she calls for a faster, harder fuck. Then, just as Ron positioned the end of his cock over Hermione's forehead and released a gust of his white seed running up along her body, Hermione sensed her womb expand as hot, thick ropes of come erupted from that twisted cock.

The puppy-making fluid flooded her walls and entered her womb as the knot closed in and pressed firmly on the aperture of her whorish cunt, giving her the greatest of thrills. The hot strands broke through a sea of sperm and ebbed inside her womb, letting her know it was working. The tip attempted to pierce her womb while still firing hot ropes, and the cock continued to pulsate.

Hermione groaned and gulped down mouthfuls of Ron's seed, relishing the way her tummy bulged a little from the cum opening her womb and Ron flooding her belly as she eagerly consumed it. Ron crumbled back into his chair, still pumping his cock and collecting his breath, but it took some time for both of their cocks to halt pulsing and dumping their balls in and upon her. He groaned, "You'll be a fine breeding bitch!"

Fang had done cumming and the enchantment on Hermione's waist had eased, but the knot prevented him from moving anywhere else. Hermione appeared to be attempting to hold that dog cock within of her for a little while longer as she encircled Fang's waist with her legs. As Fang began to suck her master's come off of her tummy all right up to her tits, she rode the fiercest and hardest waves of ecstasy, allowing them slowly pass down then spiking every now and then.

Hermione was not amused by that idea, so she yanked Fang up and proceeded to lick Ron's sperm out of Fang's mouth. It was strange at first, but as it went on, it was amazing. feeling her master's slickened tongue grate against her own. Fang rolled its tongue in her mouth, her pussy tightening from the pleasures of come and canine drool even as her cock gradually began to go more and more flaccid.

She attempted to rub Fang's balls with her foot in an attempt to make him grow hard again. She felt Fang begin to wriggle out of her control and wined. She let out a small gasp and moaned as the pleasurable snap of the knot tickled her pussy.

She clenched her penis, attempting to contain the dog sperm. "More...." She complained.

"Not quite, Slut. We'll give you more time to fuck and stuff you full of dog cum," her master smiled, "let's see how many puppies you can carry in. Perhaps Tobby will assist in filling you up with his seed as well."

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Hermione rolled over in bed and made a drowsy noise of confusion, peering up at the vacant space beside her with a confused but benign look. Her half-dreaming mind strained to register that she had not found her father.

Her thoughts quickly returned to the present when she realized he had been on a death-eater mission for the previous two days. She plucked a few hairs that had lodged on her lips and blinked the sleep from her eyes.

It took her a moment to realize that the time was PM instead of AM when she looked at the clock. It was six o'clock. She’d did not have sleep the previous night because of being without her daddy's cock pushed up inside of her cunt all while she had to plead with other master's to give her cocks and then she just got back from seeing Yaxley after he screwed her good and went on to numerous orgasms, still her perpetual aching made her uneasy to sleep.

As she turned and tossed in bed, she felt a little pinching feeling on her chest and then realized her left breast came loose from her dress. Her firm nubs tingling delectably from her nipple piercing.

She had realized how much she wanted a release the previous night when she had struggled to get a warm, thick cock inside of her. Even though Ron was strong and domineering in bed, it was enjoyable. Her body was starting to fill with a delightful, eager warmth, and contemplating it now made it difficult to focus on anything else.

As soon as the warmth began to permeate her body, she threw off the bedsheets and let one hand glide over the swelling of her left breast, her fingers slowly trace the firm peak of her nipple with the looping ring inside. It was a delightful sensation that sent minuscule electric tingles across her skin. She lowered herself carefully, her other hand resting on the silky skin of her tummy. She caressed the clump of hair on her pelvis with languid fingertips.

She was ready and frustrated, but she pushed herself to proceed slowly since she knew that after a few moments of intense masturbation, it would be torturous to be denied the opportunity to cum. Daddy had allowed her to cum anytime she wanted, given that she had devices to play with. However, this was only allowed if she worked with a real live cock, including Fang's or Tobby's.

Her fingertips discovered the smooth groove of her vulva, but she held her hands over the material of her top, squeezing and tease her nipple. Her fingers reached her clitoris, and she arched her back, rubbing the small penetrated hole while gasping slightly at the strong, sensual pulse coursing through her body. She was already sensing moisture between her legs.

She squeezed her clit ring hard this time, and as ecstasy raced along her spine, she felt her body stiffen once more. She was impatient enough to stop waiting after a short while of taunting. She extended her second hand and grabbed her wand while she continued to rub her fingers over her clit ring. "Vibrato."

The point of the wand vibrated, and a faint buzzing sound filled the room. She let the wand's tip roam over her naked body, without quite touching it so that she could only feel the gentle quivering of the air surrounding the wand, all the while trying to elicit her pleasure. She started by putting it along her chest, feeling the cool air tickle her warm skin and remove perspiration droplets. This gave her chills. Every time the wand's tip went over her nipple piercings, her nipples became tighter, producing a tiny, happy sound and a resonant tightness between her thighs.

Then she allowed the wand to buzz along the smooth surface of her tummy, thrilling and tickling her as it approached its destination. Hermione was aware of how untamed her hair could become, so she took care to regularly use shaving spells to keep her pubic hair neat and short—not entirely nude, as her Master desired.

It was the chilly air that made her short, stiff hairs prickle, amplifying the exquisite, throbbing aching in her pussy. She could feel her clit pulsing as soon as she pressed the end of her wand to her inner thighs, which were already slippery with excitement. She let the tip to approach and bit her lower lip, feeling the strong vibrations just a few centimeters from her skin while she caressed her left breast using her free hand.

Her unresolved sexual tension caused an uncomfortable ache in her pelvis. Hermione played around with the point of her wand, considering whether or not to break the rules and go into any of her master's chambers. She shut her eyes and ran her fingers over her pussy's lips gently. They begged for more stimulation, still flushed, wet, and overstimulated.

She tried to reestablish the level of pleasure she had previously attained, rubbing her fingers along the piercing part of her clitoris. She tried to focus on any of her master's cocks, but suddenly, without warning, her thoughts wandered to Tobby. Specifically, she saw the picture of the naked elf trying to lure her into giving him a fuck with that enormous, donkey-like cock in that small, aged body.

She was horrified to find that her arousal was not instantly disrupted by this. In reality, the picture caused her clit to contract fiercely, causing her fingers to flick over her clit with a surge of ecstasy. Her clitoris was being massaged, and she was getting closer to an orgasm as a result of her fingers moving involuntarily due to the intensity of the experience. Perverse ideas of the sensation of the house-elf's cock in her palm, on her skin, and its wide, gleaming tip pressing against her lips were causing her mind to spin just as uncontrollably.

No! Hermione, on the brink of an orgasm, wrenched her hand off and snatched handfuls of hair on her face. Frustrated, she thrashed her bare legs, tangled them in the bed linens, cursing softly the orgasm blocking magic that was waiting for her.

The creaking sound of antique brass hinges caused her eyelids to spring open. She noticed her heart hammering in her ears and felt her chest heaving against her hand in a combination of terror and arousal. She was surprised to find the door firmly shut. The swaying lock was still securely in place, as far as she could tell. She looked around the room in a moment of bewildered perplexity, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from.

That's when she noticed her closet door slightly ajar, and a horrifying conviction began to solidify in her mind. She grabbed her blankets and threw them about her nude body before pointing her wand toward the closet door and slamming it against the bedpost to break the vibration enchantment. “Alohomora!!” She let out a roar, channeling enough fury into the spell to make the doors fly open and almost break through the wall on each side.

She noticed two beady pupils and a hunched form past the huge closet door, as the figure within drew farther into the darkness. Hermione's enraged look seared into it as it snarled like a savage cat and bared its teeth. With a smile, the elf approached her and said, "What are you--"

Her words got cut off when she saw him fully. With his stiff cock standing high like a flagpole, Tobby stood stiff. Using the pillowcase, he had fashioned a loincloth that was slightly absurd due to the bunny pattern; but, as he observed her, it appeared as though he had extended his penis into a seam in the fabric, and it was now completely extended.

Hermione gazed at it with wide eyes of amazement, erasing the diatribe that had been growing inside her; it was incapable of expanding over its initial dimensions. When erect, Tobby's cock measured nearly to the length about her forearm, with a shiny tip that resembled a giant toadstool in both size and shape.

How the fuck can this be supposed to fit within something size in a female house-elf? That might not even fit inside of me!

That notion conjured up an unusually vivid visual image, to the point where Hermione nearly coughed. Tobby shook his head, interrupting her horror at her own imagination. She scowled, her rage and wrath overriding her surprise at Tobby's gift. With a fruitless attempt at modesty, she got out of bed and covered herself with a bedsheet with one hand. "What are you doing here, Tobby?" Her voice was firm and chilly, but her breathing was heavy, making the thin sheet even less useful as a disguise.

Now that Tobby was standing up straight, the absurd length of his penis jutted from his small frame like a branch from a tree, "Tobby simply follows instructions. My master ordered that I take care of his pet to get her dressed for the day."

"Well you weren't supposed to watch me the entire the time, you see" Hermione put a hand over her hip and asked, causing the bed cover she was wearing to become somewhat dented and reveal the majority of her breasts once more.

Tobby's erection trembled a little as his gaze shifted to the delicate, pink buds of her nipples peaking around the sheet. "Can you get your cock back in?" She asked in a frightened manner.

He gave one mocking sneer, but then he put both hands onto the cartoonishly big cock's shaft and, with a noticeable grunt of effort, yanked it straight up, almost hitting himself in the nose. Hermione watched in terrified amazement as it descended into Tobby's tiny loincloth with a rabbit pattern, almost like a ladder going down a hole.

“Tobby got ready the bathtub for pet" he said pressing his palms together "I will be waiting for pet inside the loo" the Elf and then disappeared off, seemingly to the loo awaiting for her. Thick knots of stress in Hermione's neck and shoulders began to give her a headache.

This is awful. Perhaps I might have a bath and relax for a while. It was flawless. Though Hermione continued to feel as though she was about to have an unfulfilled orgasm, she thought. Hermione changed into her bathrobe and headed inside the spa. Watching as Tobby climbed over the bath, she folded her arms over the plush bathrobe, coloured Gryffindor red and gold.

When Tobby turned a bigger brass-plated valve, steaming water jets sprang out of the pipes that resembled gargoyles. The pool swiftly filled thanks to multiple hidden water jets in its sides and pipes in the roof. Hermione's thick, terrycloth bathrobe was becoming unbearably warm, and soon the whole bathroom was filled in clouds of steam.

She was aware of little drops of water, either perspiration or condensed steam, running down her exposed flesh beneath the robe and along the slope of her back and curves of her breasts. Tobby virtually sneered, "Bath is ready for pet," and dived into the hot water. As Tobby floated in the water, seemingly as light as an object of wood, a few bubbles appeared on the surface.

Hermione unbuckled her bathrobe belt. Thick clouds of steam gathered around her body as the robe collapsed, creating a mostly opaque barrier to preserve her modesty. She was surprised to see that the steam didn't cover as much as she had anticipated when she looked down. With thin puffs of steam just adhering to her bust and hips, it resembled a bikini composed of mist.

Not much was left up to the imagination, really. This ought to do for now. She was shocked to see that Tobby had dropped his face in the water and winced in pain at seeing her in her underwear. His nose and mouth were erupting bubbles, and the only features visible above the surface were his wrinkled scalp and beady eyes.

She felt more exposed, more exposed in her vaporous garb than she had anticipated, and for a moment she thought about throwing the elf out of the baths. She could feel his gaze on her, even through the steam coming from the pool, and the recollection of seeing him in the wardrobe was still vivid.

No, this is a part of his penalty. I wish him to see me enjoy a skinny dip within bath. Let him know what is beyond his reach. And that was all. The only reason she didn't order Tobby to go was probably because of her bitterness. And the fluid slowly dripping down her inner leg was undoubtedly only condensed steam. Without a doubt.

Hermione forced herself not to think about it too much, kicked off her slippers, and walked over to the side of the pool. The thick, moist heat that pervaded the sauna contrasted deliciously with the feel of the cold, hard marble floor underfoot. Slowly, inch by inch, she slid herself into the boiling hot bath, moaning with pleasure as she did so. As they sank beneath the surface of the water, her muscles quickly relaxed, relieving tense muscles and aches she wasn't even aware were plaguing her.

She let out a long, drawn-out cry of ecstasy when her shoulders and breasts submerged in the liquid because it felt so amazing. Though she hadn't intended it to sound so sensual, she was too at ease and dizzy to feel embarrassed. With her legs and arms spread wide, she was able to lie back and drift in the delightfully heated water of the wide and deep pool. That steam-spell she had used turned into whirling spirals of thin mist over her waist and breasts, and her hair created a dark halo about her head.

For a moment she just lay there, feeling the heat seep into every muscle and joint as the hot water lapped across her legs and sides. Her eyes partly closed, she gazed at the ceiling, taking in the captivating patterns of pink and yellow light emanating from the setting sun as it passed through the steam.

Hermione was startled back to reality by the sound of splashing, but she had no idea how long she had been floating there. She'd entirely forgot about Tobby, whom was dog-paddling to the other side of the pool right now, looking like a drenched, hairless rat. As he reached the pool's edge, he hauled himself from the water and stumbled up to the knobs and valves. He checked a tiny gauge that was mounted in the wall and then made a few minor modifications to the settings, perhaps to prevent the temperature from getting too high.

Hermione peered through the steam clouds and saw that Kreacher was not moving normally. He was obviously in pain as he stammered across the floor, limping with every step. Her annoyance and rage were already being washed away by the calming bath, even as she considered disregarding the house elf's evident suffering.

She launched herself forward to the river's edge with a whirl of steam and water. She removed the dripping strands from her face by running her hand in her hair. She was barely tall enough to put her elbows upon the pool's edge as she stood there. The blushed skin of her arms and breasts brushed the cool marble tiles, causing her to shudder a little. "Tobby, how are you doing? You have a strange walk. Have you suffered any injuries? With some healing charms, I ought to be able to repair it."

"Tobby is not hurt," Even though he had said as much, his limping toward her appeared even more painful and awkward.

"I don't think it looks like that. What's wrong? "

“Tobby can't tell...terrible, mean pet. When you do, the master will become angry at Tobby."

"I won't reveal it to Ron. All I want to know is what's wrong."

"No, no, no." Tobby shook his head and muttered. "Tobby will receive severe punishment, even if he is not at fault. Bad, Bad, Tobby.”

"I am able to help you" Hermione instantly regretted bringing up the subject because her peaceful bath was rapidly being undermined by her attempts to persuade the elf to allow her to help him. Now that she did, though, she could not bring up the topic again without learning what he was attempting to hide.

For a minute, Tobby seemed convinced, but then he snapped his fingers, causing his clothing to vanish and his loincloth to unfurl, simultaneously revealing the elf's enormous cock once more. It leaped out of the limits of his loincloth such as a spring-loaded snake out of a can of nuts and it was still erect.

Now that Tobby was almost at arm's length away, Hermione could hardly see the knobby tip as it bobbed up and down just inches from her face. The cock-head was so close to her that she saw every pulsating vein adorning its shaft that she was too surprised to move away, she could only gaze, mesmerized.

With water pouring all about her, she withdrew and said, "Can't you keep yourself in control for fifteen minutes?"

"What a dumb pet!" Tobby indicated his penis. It was then that Hermione saw how his testicles looked. As his cock, it was noticeably enlarged and had a mottled blue color, resembling the face of a person who had choked on a meatball. They were also much bigger than normal for someone his stature. "Tobby needs relief in order to relax!"

"You're telling me that if you don't...um...don't...cum, you'll stay erect forever."

"Yes, you foolish cunt!" The house-elf gave a small stomp of his foot, causing his still-throbbing erection to waver. Barely conscious of the stiff shaft separating them, Hermione hauled herself partially above the water to scowl at him at eye level.

"You attempted to force me. It wasn't my fault that I refused to have sex with you!" The sound of their voices reverberated off the marble floors. "And don't even consider attempting to persuade me to help you with that horrible thing!" As soon as Hermione's hand closed around Tobby's cock, close to the tip, he attempted to respond angrily, but his words were choked off.

She could feel Tobby's heartbeat racing through her fingertips, and she felt feel the solid veins beneath them. It jerked in her palms. Time appeared to slow down, and she realized she had two options: either she could move on and accept this as an accident, or she might continue on. She is obviously horny from the morning and Ron has given her consent for using the elf whenever she needs it.

With a throaty, rumbling growl from Tobby, she became aware that her hand was moving on its own, fingers moving along the wet length of Tobby's massive prick. Ultimately, it appeared like her body and mind had made the final decision, completely ignoring her pride, dignity, and reason. Her hand began to move more quickly and decisively. Even if she had wanted to, she was unable to draw away. Gazing down, she noticed that her fingers hardly fit around Tobby's width working along the wet, dark skin of his shaft.

She continued by stroking in tight circles while cradling the bulbous tip with her other hand. Her gaze quickly returned to meet Tobby's, and the two of them simply gazed at each other for a little minute. He twitched and jerked against her palm, and she could feel it. "If you are kind to me, perhaps we can also solve your issue." Happily nodding, Tobby's body was already pulsating with tense, eager excitement. There had been a built-up desire to break free that led to the previous interrupted masturbating.

This was what she desired. Actually, needed it. "Come closer; instead of standing there like a stick." She released Tobby's cock, but the spot on her hand where their skin was touching was still tingling. Now that the steam and excitement had made her dizzy, she was breathing heavily. She was leaking sweat and condensed vapor into the hot water from her face and chest.

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Hermione slowly raised herself out of the water as Tobby waddled closer, obediently still favoring his sore testicles. His cock wobbled comically, swaying from left to right with the movement. Tobby lost his balance when one of his feet slightly slipped on the slick marble tiles caused by the cooling steam.

Whoa!

With surprised lips and wide eyes, Hermione put a palm to her cheek. Due to Tobby's misstep, his penis arced violently, slamming her across the face with its tip. It hadn't hurt anyhow, on contrary, the unexpected contact caused an electrical impulse through every part of her but the impact left her briefly stunned as his cock swayed up and down upon the warm, moist flesh of her chest.

"You clumsy little twat, I almost lost an eye!" At last, Hermione awoke from her reverie, concealing her actual response with embarrassment. "Are you incapable of managing yourself? I'll handle everything so you don't give me a bleeding concussion; just take a seat here on the ledge.”

With a sigh, Tobby sat meekly on the bath's edge, his slender legs hanging slightly above the bubbling water. Water dripped from the gleaming tip of his huge erection and ran down its curvature. Hermione was unable to contain herself after this near. Pressing herself forward, she felt the slightly colder tiles around the edge of the steamy bath chilling her firm nipples.

She felt the veiny length throb against her cheek as she closed her eyes and let go of her dignity to nuzzle her face onto the house-elf's cock. This is happening...She thought, I'm really going to fuck an elf.

As Hermione dipped her head to lick Tobby's huge, blue balls and ran her tongue across the taut, quivering skin of his sack, Tobby lets out a rattling groan. She attempted to swallow one by widening her mouth as far as possible, but it was impossible to fit a whole orange in her mouth. All she could manage was slurp the thin layer of hot water covering the bigger ball with her lips and tongue. "Ahaha! -dumb, ignorant mudblood!" Tobby gave a hiss. "Take care, Tobby hurts."

With much of her face obscured by Tobby's enormous cock, Hermione tried her hardest to stare up at him. "Remember who is in charge. You do not rule over me. You'll really love what I do, so I'll do it that way!" She made a heroic effort to suck his balls once more, sucking and slurping with increased vigor to illustrate her point. Tobby's eyeballs rolled back to his head in spite of his protests, and she saw his toes curled only inches above the water's surface.

Feeling the bulk of his testicles on her open tongue, she pressed it flat into his scrotum. Her tongue slipped over the house-elf's ballsack, then pressed against the bottom of his penis, before she slowly climbed out of the pool and her tongue moved the thick, throbbing ridge that ran along the shaft's underside.

Tobby's cock twitched aggressively as her tongue got closer to the tip, shooting up a few inches before smashing back down against Hermione's face and open lips. Hissing as he approached, he sent a jet of come shooting directly into the bathwater behind Hermione while his cock pulsated. "Did I tell you could already jizz?" With a fierce hold on his cock, Hermione shook it violently, making the long, sagging cock wag like an undercooked sausage. "Now what, you greedy asshole, am I suppose to do?"

Hermione's fingers widened apart as Tobby flicked his fingers mockingly, and his cock immediately grew back to its maximum size. She was having a strong, throbbing erection again in a split second. "The hell...," Hermione stared at her toy, its tip still oozing cum, in wonder.

Hermione gave Tobby another shady glance as he snickered. She reached her full height within the bathtub and met Tobby's gaze. She was shocked as the house elf leaned down and gave her a full mouth kiss. Their lips clasped before she could even resist their surprise and pull away. Hermione leaned forward to intensify the kiss, her breasts and shoulder pressing against Tobby's cock, which was between them.

His tongue twitched against her mouth. She let out a small groan and parted her lips, allowing the elf's tongue to softly pull inside her mouth with a gentle suction. Their tongues licked and curled around one other, and she tasted Tobby. With her teeth gently clamping onto Tobby's bottom lip, she pulled back and released it with a gentle tug.

Once more, they exchanged gentle kisses, with their tongues and lips barely making contact before letting go once more. As they shared a kiss she stroked her hands along the shaft of Tobby's cock, squeezing it on her body as she squeezed her bosom against it. With her hands on either sides, she pushed her breasts tightly together, engulfing him in her heat despite as their lips came together for yet another long kiss.

She pushed herself along and down the shaft of him, her breast rubbing against both side of his cock. Finally, their mouths parted ways, Hermione pulled back and lowered her head to eagerly wrap her lips round the crown of his cock. She felt her jaw hurting as she tried to fit the full round, wide object into her mouth; it resembled the crown of a mushroom.

The small jackhammer-like beat of Tobby's heart tickled the inside of her throat with every quiver and jerk. She made a faint sucking sound and bobbed her head, trying to get as much of his cock within her mouth while she could by working it out and in of her throat. Both in length and girth, it was a battle, and she felt herself straining to get one third of it into her mouth. "I guess this is the best a mudblood could manage." Hermione choked on his cock while the elf smiled and licked his lips.

Hermione increased her efforts, loosening her jaw and throat and pushed as far as she could, felt the tip of Tobby's huge cock thrusting into her throat, but all she could manage was a muffled, angry growl. “Ah, pet, allow Tobby to help!”

Hermione let out a shocked mmmph! as the elf seized her damp hair with two fistfuls and pulled her head downward. Hermione's eyesight grew blurry and the steam appeared to thicken, but she eagerly swallowed Tobby deeper, feeling his pulse inside her throat and tingling all over her body.

He blast another time, his cum flooding her stomach and throat. He held her hair tightly the entire time, ensuring sure every strand entered her body. He finally let go of her after what felt like an eternity, and she withdrew, sensing the cock weakening and slipping from her throat. She struggled for oxygen and choked when she was finally free, letting the flavor of Tobby's come lingering in her mouth. Its like pudding and had a little cinnamon flavor.

“You fucker, you…gak...I didn't say you could do that." She grimaced, yet she was also lapping the dried cum off her lips and swallowing it. "You're even more of an idiot than I initially believed if you think I'll allow you to get close to my pussy when you act like that!"

"Aww...Tobby forgot that his master had a fragile wee mud-blood as a pet." With a smug smile, Tobby extended his hands. "She should go right back to fooling with the stupid four-eyed savior cunt and his little dicklet. Old elf cock seems too much for her." Hermione's lips tightened, however it was clear to each of them she would not back down at this point. Her pussy was aching so intensely that every twinge caused a little spasm to travel through her pelvis; she hadn't came yet.

She was so desperate to get anything inside of her that her hips were physically trembling. "Alright. Then, get it up immediately!" Hermione climbed up the underwater stair-step platform, vapor rising from her skin, her body gleaming in the soft light from the window, and Tobby obeyingly snapped his fingers.

She hauled herself up upon the bath's rim and knelt, her knees straddle Tobby's little frame. His cock protruded to its maximum extent and moved up her body, covering damp flesh before resting with its tip against her left breast's underside and pressing against the sharp edge of her nipple ring. "Remember that I'm plenty big to crush you if you don't do your job right,"

Her long, damp locks formed a curtain about them as she nibbled his lips and tongue, then planted more kisses on his face and the crown of his bald, old head. With that, she grasped Tobby under his tiny armpits and drew him up for another.

In exchange, Tobby put his head among her breasts and proceeded to lick and suckle until he reached each of her nipples. His sharp small teeth made tiny dents in her flesh as they ever so slightly pressed against the darker layer of her areola, giving her a hiss as they squeezed her nipple and piercings.

With his cock kept pounding on her chest and stomach, Tobby's fingers moved between her legs. With Tobby's fingers sliding over and within Hermione's vulva, there was little friction left at all. Hermione had been completely soaked from the boiling hot water and her own lust. His thumb pressed on the pulsing bulge on her clit ring after stroking the thin, scruffy growth in her pubic hair.

When the elf's fingers dug into Hermione, all she could do was shiver and groan. Despite having small hands, his long and spindly fingers allowed him to dig deeply and locate her G-spot with extreme precision. Hermione shuddered and nearly fell over top of the small house-elf while she felt her pussy being worked all over. She felt a surge of pleasure with each touch from Tobby as he proceeded to kiss and sucking her nipple, carefully tugging at the piercing between his lips and teeth till it swelled and became sensitive.

She could feel Tobby's fingers pressing insistently around her G-spot, the wet, slippery folds of her pussy shaking and squeezing around them. It seemed as though she was perched above a rock overlooking a wide ocean, its ecstasy-filled waves threatening to smash over the edge and engulf her. Then it came to an end.

Her muscles squeezed around nothing as Tobby withdrew his fingers, leaving her pussy hurting and wet. Tobby's thumb also pulled back, releasing the exquisite pressure on her clit. He also stopped fiddling with her nipple, giving it one more loop of his gray tongue. "You fucker, what the heck are you doing? Keep going!" Hermione virtually crushed herself to the elf, pleading for more.

The only factor that held her back was the stiff length of his cock. "Tobby was just preparing the pet. Pets want it inside, don't she?" He sucked his fingers, soaking them up with the glossy pussy-juice that covered every knuckle. "The filthy pet of the master tastes like mud-blood."

"Stupid." Her body began to glide on its own, moving along every inch of the elf's remarkably long shaft, so Hermione wasn't entirely sure if it was a demand or an insult. She was splaying her knees to allow her sleek pussy to run the length of Tobby's cock as she leaned against him, pushing him to lean backwards on his elbows. "Stop talking and fuck me already!"

Without waiting for him to obey, she forced him to the ground by placing one palm against his bony chest. She tried to get the height necessary to draw him in by dragging his long cock onto her as he lay under her and lifting herself further on her knees. She sensed the point of Tobby's cock on her eager pussy and rolled her eyes, starting to descend her body onto it and forcing her glistening lips apart.

When some rational part of her body ultimately woke up and comprehended what she was trying to put inside herself, there was a brief period of resistance, a moment of shivering tightness and pressure. Then he was within. It came on suddenly, a burst of pressure so strong it made her eyes water against her hips. A beautiful blend of pain and exhilaration, followed nearly immediately by a sudden fullness. Extensive. Started, pierced on a thick, burning shaft of quivering euphoria.

She trembled against the tip one moment, and then it was a few inches deep within her. His fingers had already prepped her, and the instant he penetrated her, she was about to explode. She was knocked over when the little house-elf started to pump his little hips. Her clit's undulating veins flickered against the elf's fierce pumping as his enormous cock went out and in of her body, his cock pressed strongly against each wall, his cock overwhelmed by the surges of pleasure.

"F-fuck! Hey, aaaah, don't stop! More hard!" As he worked more quickly, she applied more pressure to attempt to fit even more of him inside her body. She felt another orgasm approaching, and another, and another. Despite the merging of several climaxes, she continued to struggle and push for more of that enormous cock, her pussy aching to swallow it full.

She felt pressure growing behind her eyes, her heart beating in her ears as her pussy stretched against the thickness of Tobby's cock. She bitten her lip and fiercely rocked her hips, pushing herself to the brink of her physical capabilities, just halfway down the thick, vein-filled cock. Feeling a wave of ecstasy wash over her, she bent over Tobby and lowered her face for another kiss, again blending of tongues. It was not enough. She desired more.

She leaned on one hand and reached down with the other, behind her sweat-stained ass, downward to his blue testicles that were still swollen and swinging at the bottom of Tobby's cock. She moved back and forth over his body, her fingers cupping his ass gently, still not being able to get his entire cock within. "Not bad for a mud-blood, I say. Obviously, this is everything an useless pet can take.” Hissing and gasping, the house-elf was pinned like a butterfly to the ground by Hermione's pressure on his cock.

“F-fuuuuck you!.” With a gasp, Hermione forced her body to let go and swallow whatever the little bastard possessed. "Please s-shut it down and come already!” She tightened her hold on Tobby's balls after saying that. She gripped his swelled testicles viciously, making the elf's eyes widen, his pupils dilate till they were tiny dots. He arrived like a firehose, his jet of come piercing her pussy so hard it was causing her lungs to burst. Squeezing each and every drop off Tobby's shaft, swallowing it up such a water pump, her body trembled with yet another climax.

Even in the stifling sauna heat, she could feel that warmth of his come filling her. She felt the warmth seeping in and her muscles becoming more relaxed as she sensed Tobby's cock weakening. Panting with excitement, Hermione forced her lungs to take in the hot, steamy air before pressing herself down onto Tobby's semi-hard shaft and releasing his testicles. He was bigger and firmer even half-soft, and the delicious aching she felt as she flooded herself up with him was plenty to make her cry. She bit her lip to contain her emotions as she felt her pussy's lips brush down the bottom of his cock.

She held the whole thing inside of her. "T-Tobby." She let out a gasp, her eyes quivering with growing anticipation. "Oh shit, snap your fingers and make it big again."

"Is muddy, for sure?" Hermione's shaky hips caught Tobby's attention, then he looked up at her hot and perspiration-covered face.

"Please, just do it!" She rasped. "You...aaah...fucking maggot, do it!" With a nod, Tobby lifted his fingers once again. He snapped his fingers and blue-green magic flashed across his knuckles. Hermione was still kneeling over Tobby's motionless form within the bath chamber when the last remnants of her scream faded, her whole body trembling with unfathomable bliss.

She was so full of Tobby that she was unable to count the number of times she came. Arcs of bliss flashed across her head as the climaxes came so quickly after one another that it felt like one continuous, rolling wave of orgasmic thunder. Much the same had happened to Tobby, who arched his body in pain the first time his entire cock was swallowed.

He had arrived nearly immediately, just to click his fingers once more. He continued to come and snap until his aging knuckles could no longer support him. Tobby's waist, Hermione's inner thighs, the bottom on the elf's cock, and the floor he was lying on were all covered with heavy, white streaks of come. Every time Hermione pounded with a fresh orgasm, the excess had been spurted forth in a hot, viscous wave.

"That was, that was, fuck it." Hermione could hardly keep her eyelids open, and her voice was harsh. Her limbs were weak and lifeless as boiled spaghetti, as if her whole being had been put through a wringer. The stillness was broken by the sound of Tobby's saw-blade snores. Glancing down, she saw the house-elf had fallen back to the ground, his penis still partially inside her. His snores echoed off the wet tiles as he dozed off.

Hermione struggled to stand up, trembling as she sensed Tobby slip away from her. With it, more sperm leaked down her thighs as the plump tip of his penis separated with a loud pop similar to a champagne cork popping.

Tired, she gave herself permission to recline and fell back into the steam-bath's comforting embrace. She drifted there while lying on her back, allowing the hot water to soothe her sore muscles and dissolving the thin streams of Tobby's jizz. Never ever again.

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After her birthday, Hermione's schedule was changed because she was too tired and exhausted to play with her masters on the same day because they had all grown to use her. They therefore adjusted the schedule to give her some leeway, allowing her to spend a day with one of her masters for as long as he pleases before sending her back to her chambers.

But they were all greedy bastards who can't wait for next week to come by so they can have their fill in her pussy. Their brilliant minds came up with the plan of sharing her with each other in pairs so they can have her twice in a week.

That is how Hermione ended up looking up at the tall, pale forms of her two masters in standing. As she awaited for their instructions on her knees down on the hard floor, she couldn't help but feel both humiliated and pleased to hear their words.

As he approached Hermione and took her chin in his palm, Master Lucius grinned, "Aw, I overheard you were a wild slut playing with the elf inside your chambers."

"You know that?" Hermione's stunned eyes grew wider.

"Yes, without a doubt. Everyone is informed. Your pussy smelt so filthy throughout the castle," said Master Yaxley, shrugging as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"B-but-" Hermione stammered as she attempted to object or say anything to make sense of all this new information.

But Lucius stepped in, pushing her hair away and whispering, "But it makes us envy of an elf." A flurry of impulses tingling in her pussy and surging up along her tummy overcame Hermione. Then something seemed like it was touching her leg, and her eyes forced open.

She focused on her thigh. It was not that she was surprised; it was merely one of the master's hands. No. The two similarly bare thighs right next to hers were what really took her by surprise. When she turned to see them both nude, she could feel her pulse pounding so hard inside her chest that it felt like it would explode, resisting the tiny accumulation of fluids that were dampening her walls.

"Naughty little slut," Yaxley mocked, as he peeled the nightgown off her body and let the brisk fresh morning breeze pebble her nipples. Lucius had his hand rush up beneath her nightgown and rubbed against her pussy.

Her masters touched her up, their soft hands stroking themselves over her sensitive nerves while Hermione struggled to hold her breath. "Do you'd like us to fuck you love?" Yaxley asked, his hands warming her chest and his breath warming her neck. He sometimes let his fingers trace her nipple rings while the cool breeze passed between them.

"Mmm, please, p-p!" Gazing at her masters, Hermione groaned. She was reduced to a moan.

"Yaxley, don't you think she likes to get fucked?"

Hermione moved her hair aside and felt Yaxley smile. "Maybe," she said. "Do you wish to get pounded my nasty little slut? Or are you more of a breeding bitch?” She was clearly having trouble breathing, so he knew everything he needed to know, but he persisted, asking, "Do you want me just to sit by while Lucius have his way with you? Is it better to go the other way about?" He was practically making fun of her at this point because it seemed like she needed to be creamed more than anything.

Hermione tried to rub her own pussy with her fingers to get moist, but Master Lucius forbade her from doing so. He stared at her as she met his gaze. He reached out and took her hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it. Yaxley began to step back from her, allowing her back to lie on the bed.

As he planted a thick, moist kiss along the creases of her ass, Yaxley carefully separated her legs. But Lucius took over, nipping up her thighs and sucking her pussy, so he stepped aside and leaned over to kiss her.

Hermione found herself entangled with Lucius and Yaxley, and she couldn't help but flush. It was amazing having Lucius getting forceful whereas Yaxley teased. After they had kissed, Lucius's tongue would run over her pussy's slit and around her clit ring, while Yaxley would drag the teeth over her lip.

Then, the moment had come. With a thick cock, Master Lucius went within. Hermione intended to sigh with pleasure, but her snog of Yaxley muffled and drowned it out. Yaxley then withdrew, much to her dismay, and began jerking his cock while witnessing his priceless pet being fucked from a fellow death eater. Lucius was treating her like a plaything as he rammed his big cock into her.

Next, they took turns. As Yaxley inserted his penis into Hermione, she gasped. Her secretions began to coat his shaft, causing her walls to tighten along his cock. It was so entrancing the way he pushed her hair out of her face so you could see her eyes. Even though it was enjoyable to be treated harshly, it appeared that there was a clear disparity in fucking talent and preference. But her superiors were unfazed for a moment by it.

As Hermione and Lucius locked lips, she felt herself becoming tense. At this point, Hermione's legs were wrapped around Master Yaxley, signaling to her superiors that she was enjoying herself immensely. Then, with just as much skill than his lips had shown, Lucius began to lay his hands upon her. Yaxley as well as Hermione lock eyes again as his fingers raced over her sides, yanking her lips parted and dragging his index finger over her clit ring.

As she began to tingle from pleasure and excitement brought on by one of the numerous little orgasms, it became more sensual. Yaxley kept beating her, and she felt tingling sensations from Lucius's hands as each climax grew up. By now, her toes were curling, and she was fighting to keep her eyes open. As she reached her peak, the last sight she saw was their arrogant smile. "Whoah! Fuck—fuck!"

Yaxley's cock continued to move like a piston without pausing for breath. It just kept slamming further and deeper into her, leading her orgasm beyond what it had previously been. His tip pressed up against her cervix, passing the apex. Hermione believed she sensed Yaxley's cock begin to throb, but she was having trouble breathing. She had no idea how she would recover from this. Then Yaxley pulled his penis away from her. She did her best to hold it off by encircling him with her legs, but it was ineffective.

With his cock drenched, Yaxley parted her legs, lifted her hips, and exposed her ass. Using her own fluids as lubricant, he began to coat the clenched pink hole using his cock. With a small laugh, Lucius assisted Hermione in getting off the bed so Yaxley could get under her. He teased her asshole with the tips of his cock until it finally hit home. It was much easier for him to get in than she had anticipated because his cock was quite fat and covered in her juices.

As her ass got filled, the sensation was new but still enjoyable, bringing his cock up to warmth. "Now Lucius" Yaxley gave the impression that he was more in control of the circumstances than he actually was. Hermione wasn't sure if Yaxley's personal knowledge of her sex was meant to alarm or arouse her, but either way, the feeling was being overpowered by pleasure at this point.

Hermione watched the appetizingly huge tip slide past her lips and into her lusciously wet pussy, and her mental processes began to wane. "Ahhhh!" Hermione groaned, feeling the cock inside her pussy strain her walls and create a new kind of tightness that wrapped around her ass cock.

"Fuck why did not we begin with this?" Hermione appeared to groaned in agreement as Lucius cursed. Lucius began to claim her pussy as Yaxley began to shove within her ass.

Nobody in the world could match her masters' cooperation, despite their individual distinctive qualities and differences. Hermione felt herself succumbing to the movements taking up the formerly vacant pussy and ass. While Yaxley mumbled into her ears a complex mixture of lovely nothings and delightfully dirty wishes, Lucius was staring at her with hunger. Her cheeks flushed with shame and her ears burned from how frighteningly lovely they were. "Mmmm"

Her thoughts were becoming confused with pleasure. "Can we get to the exciting part now?" At this time, Lucius was gritting his teeth and screaming, "Any more of this, and I'm going to explode before any the good stuff!" Was this only the start of it all? Her mind was racing.

"Okay," Yaxley moaned softly as he cautiously withdrew from Hermione's ass, Lucius following shortly after. Hermione cut them off with, "Gah-no! Give me your cocks! Please! P-Please, I really need these." Her masters glanced at one another in excitement.

They smiled and added, "Well, who are we to refuse our pet?" as they moved closer to her once more. Yaxley touched her pussy with the end of his cock, and Hermione latched herself to him with want and eagerness. Hermione slammed his cock so hard that it slammed all through up to her cervix. There was a drawn out moan from both of them as they surrendered to the primal essence of their united genders.

Hermione moistened her lips while Lucius's shaft pressed against her cheek, appearing more appetizing than at any time as it dangled there. "Go ahead, be a nice slut and try opening that lovely mouth" he almost moaned at last as he observed Hermione widen her mouth ready and willingly, and excited Lucius slipped his cock into her mouth.

"Fuck, I understand why Ron picked her to serve as a breeding bitch," he moaned as Hermione drew him back in, allowing her cervix to tease his lubed tip. "Lets see how long she lasts and whether she can take it."

"Well this is all good hearing-" Lucius's complaint was abruptly interrupted. Hermione's tongue rolled over Lucius's penis, lathering it and allowing her to sample her own, slightly fruity, secretions. then to ingest even more of his cock. She sucked the rest of his cock greedily, inch by inch, down the shaft, into her mouth, her throat, and finally, his balls against her nose, covering her eyes. With her arms encircling Lucius's waist, she was clutching his penis deep in her throat.

Just about the position seems to have made it simpler, even though it ought to have triggered a gag response. But even as Yaxley proceeded to have his way in her pussy, Hermione continued to feel the breath leaving her lungs, which just intensified her enjoyment as she felt a bit of Lucius's cock sliding out and in of her lips and throat. She believed she was in charge of everything. Then she began to throw up. But she wished she could keep doing so when she heard her masters' voice. Up until Lucius drew her aside and allowed his penis to rest at the brink of her mouth. Lucius sighed, "This bitch really crazy. Fuck."

Yaxley ran a finger over Hermione's clit ring and mused, "Indeed, let's wrap things up." Hermione clenched her grip on him and her pussy as well as legs as he spoke these words. "Plus, don't you need to get a break so you can fuck between schedule such as a whore?" he smiled.

Lucius groaned, "I suppose it's my turn to take it as a yes," as Hermione began to mindlessly and greedily swallow down his cock once more.

"Very well let's get her from the bed." The sensations that washed over Hermione were overwhelming. Her pussy's smoothness and her inner juices blended together. The hot shaft that she shoved into her throat, swallowed. Everything was both too much and not enough at the exact same time. She desired more. She want cum. She desired regular sex.

Her masters' desire was to breed her. She desired for them to quarrel over who would become her first child's father. She was carried away by the thought, and her mind raced. Her masters placing her atop the table in the dining room. Hermione's desire to be fucked as a whore at the dining room table made her slightly excited. As she imagined being taken, she felt herself experiencing an orgasm while everyone else watched enviously from a circle. inviting each of them to come into her one by one.

She had another intense orgasm when she imagined them all vying for her sperm. After another, one cock following another. A pair of cocks simultaneously. being stretched to the limit of taking three cocks at once in their struggle to be the first to climax and claim her eggs for their seed. as the copious amounts of that came from her master' cocks kept her warm.

Hermione's mind was taken away of her as she repeatedly gagged along with Lucius's cock, while Yaxley continued to pound her pussy. Between thrusts, they appeared to be giggling and groaning as they encouraged one another with ideas of how they would seduce Hermione next.

Inadvertently pulling tighter along Yaxley's cock, Hermione deliberately drank down on Lucius. She remembered that Yaxley was inside her pussy, and the hairs on the back of her neck sprang up. She felt a wave of warmth. She might become pregnant at any time. all the time moving between one cock onto the other. "I'm almost there," Lucius said, attempting to maintain his balance.

Yaxley groaned in return, "Mmm, me too." Hermione intended to sigh in protest, knowing that this morning would be the last one. She continued to believe that there was still too much to accomplish. She needed so much cum. Then it dawned on her. This whole time, none of them had gotten any. They just kept gliding in her in a nice way, both inside and outside. In and out. Hermione felt Lucius begin to throb within her, and she let out a little, muffled groan as she experienced another orgasm, beginning her journey back to a climax. Then Yaxley began to ache.

When the tip of Lucius's precum touched her tongue, it tasted incredibly good. It reminded me of salted caramel. Her erection was heightened by this flavor, and she began to pull and suck in response to their thrusts in an attempt to get them to spill within her.

It felt like heat surging through her body, meeting at her stomach, from their cocks. She had little space to move at this point and was in a bind. Save upward and downward. And so she obeyed, climaxing as she was fucked. Yaxley kept rolling his finger over her clit ring as Lucius gamely smacked her nipple ring upon her teardrop-shaped boobs. Warmth replaced the sting of the slaps as Lucius licked at her nipples.

The air was pleasantly warm, but it was getting dangerously cold until his thumbs reached her nipples and followed the dark rings. Nothing but moans came out of them, as the cocks throbbed once again. Hermione thought she was about to plummet forever since she felt both extremely constricted and cut off from the outside world. Then it took place. She had an orgasm and her body gave out. Her orgasm was so intense that she felt like she was urinating on herself.

The cocks began to throb into her cunt and throat, making her pussy warm and fluid-saturated. Her eyes widened as she gulped the thick, rich, and intensely hot material down her throat, allowing it to roughen and flow into her stomach. Yaxley, meanwhile, seem to cum like a balloon getting inflated inside her pussy and then satisfyingly pop out, bolting out of there like a big wave hitting the beach. She lost herself in the sensation as the sperm raced and twisted through her intestines, filling her pussy and womb, and producing throbbing sensations and humming sounds that echoed in her ears.

All of this didn't stop the cum from exploding out of their cocks, though. Larger, heavier, hotter jets of cum replaced the heavy, hot spurts that continued to swell and cum in her master's cocks in waves. Hearing Yaxley's sperm pour out of her pussy in what seemed like buckets at a time made Hermione's nipples jiggle.

Her eyes widened in dismay as she continued to gulp it down quickly in an attempt to breathe in some fresh air while Lucius continued to spew cum. The sperm kept running down her mouth and satisfyingly sitting in her stomach. Hermione enjoyed nothing more than to clench her cunt. At all costs, she had to hold onto all that wonderful cum inside of her. She didn't want her master's sperm to waste away or overflow from her. They continued cuming, nevertheless.

Until her climax appeared to be submerged in their cum even, more and more. She thought she had peed herself a little attempting to make space for their cum because she was so full. Her ass and pussy's walls were so elongated that they were forced to open up and release the climax. When Lucius and Yaxley finally pulled out, Hermione gasped for breath and they laid her down on the bed. As they gathered their breath, they agreed, "Such a fine breeding bitch."

Lucius grinned smugly and asked, "Should we see her drip our cum out or do we let it remain inside of her."

"Watch our beautiful pet" Yaxley thought, "Beautiful and vibrant, lets not bother her." Her legs tensed up automatically as he stroked her pussy using his hand, forcing a good amount of his cum out, "Oops."

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Ron had just returned from his mission when he heard his pet panting raggedly and the loud, violent creaking of the enormous bed's springs combined with gasps and moans of ecstasy. He stood leaned against the room doorframe, and watched upon the bed, at Hermione kneeling on all fours, her loose brown hair framed her face which was beading with sweat and blushed with exertion. She lifted her tight, plump ass into the air, her breasts buried into the bedsheets, naked.

Tobby was clinging to her butt, his thin frame barely making contact with the mattress. The house-elf was stuffing her pussy with his massive cock, pumping his bony tight ass like a tiny jackhammer till its shaft glistened. Hermione's hands clenched into balled-up sheets while Tobby gave her a hard back fuck.

The tall, handsome wizard entered the room, but neither looked to notice him. "Fuck me hard! You hear me? Do it." In trying desperately to push Tobby deeper inside of her, Hermione gasped and thrust her ass high into the air. "Fuck me, you limp-wanded chunk of troll shit," She exclaimed.

“Blast-ended skank!” Tobby growled. "If Tobby didn't have to put up with master's mudslut pet's constant whining, Tobby would fuck harder!" Hermione's bare thighs felt the force of Tobby's massive testicles as they made skin-to-skin contact.

Hermione blushed scarlet and felt embarrassed as soon as she saw her daddy leering at her from the doorway. He was smiling and examining her from head to toe, observing how Tobby was still stroking her g-spot while sliding into her pussy. "Daddy, I can explain," Hermione trembled in her voice.

"I'm certain you can dear" her master pulled on his shirt along with pants before was standing in his boxers. It appeared like he had already been in a good mood. His plump cock was clearly visible as it rubbed against his underwear, and how he gazed down at her nude body aroused her more than the the elf cock that was inside of her. "Do you like to snuggle with daddy?"

"Y-yes, daddy." While Tobby continued to hammer away at her pussy, Hermione nibbled her lip and leaned on her elbows, opening her legs to him and saying, "I don't think I would sleep peacefully without you snuggled closely."

Ron grinned and tugged off his underwear, his enormous, meaty cock bobbling as the tip spilled with come. "Well, if you insist," he said. Hermione saw her daddy's lovely, juicy cock and felt a burning sexual yearning take over her. It was time to savor the strong eye contact to her master while he approached the bed with each step, her pussy contracting as her fluids slickened his elf's cock even more.

At the bottom of the bed, he stopped himself and gave her a naughty smile. With eagerness, Hermione chewed her lip as he placed his hand around Tobby's neck and carefully drew the elf away. Her juices formed a thin, lengthy film that extended from her pussy's opening to the elf's long cock's curved edges. Her master moaned softly at the sight of it, enjoying the image of his cheeky pet's bare pussy. With a little bow, Tobby took off.

"My, my darling you have had an elf's dick inside for quite some time didn't you?" With a smirk on his face, he turned her over on her back and bent in to gently push her legs apart while gradually bringing his face to her crotch.

"Yes, daddy...I-I wanted comfort since I was alone, so... I use the elf as you instructed. I'm not in any trouble am I?" Hermione asked, biting her lip playfully while running her fingers around her clit ring.

"You're not in danger, my dear," he assured her, kissing her all the way up her thighs and then gently sucking in her juices from the wrinkles in her ass.

"Really? Alright, daddy." His lips lingered over her slit as she smiled and settled along the cushions, "Please fuck me."

"Such filthy language." Ron was licking Hermione's cunt before she even realized what was going on. She'd been craving this for a long time—the feel of his tongue on her slit. His bare hands slid beneath her thighs and gently gripped her hips while his tongue licked the last of the fluids around her lips. He licked all the way to the bottom of her slit and then dragged his nose over her clit, pressing his tongue into her piercing.

She felt chills of pleasure running up her spine as the top of his nose pushed pleasingly against her clit. As he proceeded to lick her clean in this way, her hands moved down the sheets. He pressed his tongue flat on her, dragging it from her slit across her hoods past her clit ring, then licked back down. Sometimes he would only lick the bottom of her slit while pressing his nose onto her clit and rolling it in quick circles. All Hermione could do was relax and fight the need to let out a moan.

The thrill pumped and surged from her clit to her belly and raced up to her large, round breasts, all the while the wall of her pussy tightened and leaked juices. Even with his hands still resting on her hips, the pure pleasure is enough to make her nipples tingle and swell up. He kept licking her, carefully putting a big finger inside her constricted pussy until she felt as the room was spinning.

He felt the tightness and her walls contracted along the finger, dragging it in greedily. He moaned as her pussy pressed against his finger, sending a buzzing vibration down the tip of his tongue. Hermione peered down at Ron, who was watching her expectantly. Pulling her lips apart to allow his tongue to better lick her out, her hands slid past her bust and moved towards the outer layer of her pussy.

"Mmmm yes daddy!" With passion, she murmured, "Eat your little girl's pussy! Please, Daddy, please, fuck me with that tongue until I ooze juice all over the place and beg you to take me? For me, will you do it, Daddy? Are you going to fuck me? Will you get your cock in me and spread me out on tha, daddy?" As he licked her, Ron widened his mouth and trailed his bottom lip, giving his tongue extra length to travel around her pussy. She was being tormented to the point of faintness about her clit.

Each prolonged lap of his lips over her nether lip increased, spinning the room slowly. Every now and again, his finger would reach her golden spot and sit there pressing on it. Throughout, he kept his eyes fixed on hers. The hairs on his beard were beginning to get a few droplets of her fluids on them. She was certain that his beard would be infused with the aroma of her sex. She found that to be pleasantly touched for some reason.

As if that were her stealthy method of reclaiming her master's body. Hermione attempted to steady herself by reaching out and grabbing her pillows, but she was unable to do so; the only thing she could do was cling to his head for support. And she did just that—latch on. Her only means of staying grounded while floating in a lake of bliss was to wrap her legs round his neck while running her hands into his hair.

Ron groaned as he continued to lick her more quickly until Hermione's hold loosened. Then, he withdrew and watched as her fluids flowed from her pussy and down his finger, causing her to begin to descend from her peak. He kissed her juices off his finger and looked to his pet's eyes as he gleefully slid a finger up her slit, pausing just before her clit. He grinned and walked carefully over to the bed, saying, "It's getting cold, sweetie. Are you ready to let daddy in?"

"Daddy would you like to cuddle me?" she bitten her lip while she kept her pussy lips out, "then come to bed... I need more cuddles. Also, that cock appears to need some extra warming."

He smiled and placed his cock up to her pussy folds, saying, "Mmm, little pets shouldn't be speaking too dirty. If she does, I'll have to scrub out her lovely mouth too before we get to sleep."

"Oh?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at this point, letting go of her childlike demeanor, and lifted her leg and ass cheek to tease her asshole and pussy. "After fucking her with his massive cock, is Daddy gonna to clean his tiny whore of a pet's mouth using his cum? Are you going to control me or are you demanding that I milk your cock?" She jiggled her ass cheek slightly, eyeing his cock with a 'well aren't you going to shove it in style' look. "If so, I'm gonna gobble up that baby creating milk when you fuck my hot little cunt... I'm dying to get so much cum down my throat that I'm having trouble breathing. You know, Daddy? Being your little cocksleeve is what I want. You can fill me up with your baby, I will be your filthy little cockwarming slut." Hermione's desire for him was overwhelming.

Ron appeared to be more intrigued by the concept than she had initially assumed. Hermione's imagination began racing with ideas of how she may breed under his control. Now Ron's cock was on top of her cunt. She passed her clit ring repeatedly while dragging the shaft across the entrance of her pussy, enjoying the tempting heat that radiated from it. "You want to become pregnant, sweety? Is that right, my love?" The idea of him knocking up his pet seemed to light up his eyes.

"Only if you swear to give me another one," she said with a smile, enticing him to get into her moist cunt by putting her legs over his hips. "I do not wish to be a simply one finished baby maker with daddy."

"You truly desire me to load you with a single baby?" He stroked his cock faster along her slit while grinning.

"I want you to cum in me and treat me like a whore," she meeked playfully. Ron's free hand lying against her tummy as other hand rubbed the balls. "I want you to fuck me up to so I can plead for you to grant me a baby. I want you to fuck me out to make me crave to earn that baby creating milk for filling and grow my womb with the bulky seed that you carry in those full balls. My walls feel so delicate that you must cum into me multiple times to ensure that I become pregnant because I want you to shove that cock in me so badly."

Her words spurred him on, and he lost control. "Hermione-" he groaned softly as his cock plunged inside of her. "I need this...I....I have to fuck you..." Hermione groaned lightly as the crown of his cock went into her. The idea that he was going to flooding her with his fiery essence. She couldn't resist the sensation of her belly growing.

Although there were some who she knew she did not want to fuck. similar to her dull sexual life with Harry as her last relationship. Hermione made every effort to ignore Harry's thoughts at the moment. It was in a way of a chilly water moment short as it was. It was a moment for her to turn her attention to her master and the massive cock that nestled inside her. And Merlin's balls is it fat.

His hand, which was resting along her tummy, proceeded towards her clit, but her walls resisted it as he strained to get the tip past the first inch. It took some time and a forceful push to get the next inch in, even though the crown of his huge cock was covered in secretions and precum. She bit her lip and flushed at the crazed look within his eyes as she saw him struggle to push his cock within her.

It felt unexpectedly difficult, as though it was really her first time. But that time was fleeting for her, as she winced in agony as his tip finally clamped down on her cervix. She struggled against the building tension as her hands went up behind her and grabbed her pillows. As he pulled out his cock and occasionally rubbed it on her clit before pushing the thick bulk of dick back within her, her words began to falter.

The sensation of his big head pressing on her g-spot was both aggressive and pleasurable. As she looked down, she noticed the tip of his cock pressing up from the outside. Her master's balls began to smack on her ass cheeks, providing an exciting view.

Hermione desired to be taken on by all of her masters and enjoyed the concept of being a slut. The attractive redhead towered over Hermione and softly pressed his palm over her mouth, causing her to widen her eyes. A soft, hushed groan from Hermione's lips, suggesting he has the right idea. He reduced the force of his thrusts till she emerged from her mild climax. She exhaled lightly, beginning to regain some control over her abilities. To some degree, the thickening of his penis was intolerable.

Hermione's walls were tighter than she remembered, which made Ron repress his own groan since she forgot how long it was since she has been plowed properly by his toned body. The degree of power that he had of his cock shocked Hermione.

Before coming to this stage, she would have cummed once or twice with her other lords and monsters that she had fucked. However, Ron had not dripped any of his sperm during the preceding hours. He kept her legs up the air while they trembled with her mounting climax, and Hermione bitten her lip to resist another powerful orgasm. After that climax subsided, Ron withdrew out and smiled excitedly, stroking his cock before of her.

She muttered, "Please, Daddy. Don't take it out. Shove that lovely fat cock into me. Fuck me crazy. Dump all that delicious hot come into my pussy now. I want for your cum to pass into my womb and force the hatching of multiple eggs, only to see our twins munch on my tits and then you have to fuck me again. Did you not want to see that? You're fucking me while your babies munch on my tits."

"My...you have a mouth of a whore pet" Ron grinned eagerly as he glided into the mattress and moved her of to her side, "along with watching your offer suck to all my babies will be extremely hot" he murmured in her ear.

He stuck his penis back in her from behind. As his right hand went across to massage her left, his left arm was encircling her right bosom and rubbing her nipple ring. His finger tips played with her nipples, which were already firm, and her heaps. His massive cock gave her a wonderful, steady push, and her pussy had become used to the weight of his meaty shaft.

Hermione sensed that she was returning to a state of ecstasy. A blissful silence that would have put her to sleep if she hadn't been getting fucked rough by her daddy. Hermione glanced idly at her nightstand to see what time it was. It was midnight on the clock. It was fortunate that, based on his looks, he had no intention of cuming anytime soon.

She was put into a trancelike condition, nevertheless, by the way his cock moved into her pussy and brushed the walls of it like waves dragging on the shore.

Hermione's fingers returned towards her clit ring while she reacted fiercely to Ron's cock swaying movements inside of her. She exhaled easily as he continued to occasionally tilt his head back in an attempt to conceal his desire for climax. She tensed slightly at the notion of Ron hitting her with ginger babies while they resisted the need to let out a sigh of pleasure.

She pondered what it would feel like to continue having sex with him until he used his sperm to wash her mouth clean. She lathered her tongue as well as cheeks in Ron's ideally thick and sour cream before gulping it down. More than enough to satisfy her thirsty holes, more cum to drink from his cock.

It was early in the morning when she looked back at the timepiece on the nightstand and felt her heart stop. "Daddy, fuck me," Hermione muttered.

"I am not sure I heard you properly," he said, his breath enticing and warm against her ear. "What was that, sweetie?"

She went on, "I need your huge cock to pump me up. I want you to fuck me. I must have it to stuff my filthy little cunt and leave your fat white cream pouring over me. I need you to use your sperm to clean my whorish mouth. I want your cum, Daddy, seed in your baby girl. Mmmmm fuck."

"OK then, but only because you asked so politely and given the time it definitely is better we get some rest prior to fucking again."

"Yeah daddy, fuck your nasty baby girl."

"Well if you wish." He then turned over on his back and proceeded to extract his cock from her once more. just to have her straddling over him after being brought over his lap. He changed the position of his cock and then pushed the tip back in, making her pussy tight again, only for his girth to interrupt it this time.

He made care of pulling her down until her chest pushed against his once he was balls deep within her. Hermione's nipples relaxed slightly as a result of the heat from their bodies plus his smooth chest, giving them a little respite from the feelings rolling about inside her pussy. Hermione felt herself about to pass out from the intense, long-lasting pleasure that overcame her. The only thing that relieved her was the throbbing sensation her master's cock was beginning to cause inside her pussy.

She could feel Ron's cock pulsing strongly inside of her, hitting her g-spot hard and fast as they got closer to an orgasm. Hermione was unable to control herself at this point; her walls were closing in on her, as though she could sense her father about to explode inside of her. They spewed their orgasms through clamped teeth, Hermione's walls clenching with every hefty throb of his cock.

His balls tightening on the shaft on his cock in an attempt to force more of his rich hot seed within her, each movement from them sucking more cum from it. Hermione's orgasm was rolling over her shoulders, her pussy squeezing again and again. If she hadn't already been lying on his chest, she would have collapsed onto it. Instead, she was riding out their mutual orgasm while running her fingers over his hair and down his chest and head.

The two were panting heavily and could sense their exertion wearing them down by the time he had done cumming inside of her. He managed to keep his cock within her, which made Hermione happy because this was a first that had happened and it felt fantastic. It was becoming softer and losing heat gradually. The only thing holding the cum within is the now-flaccid cock.

To their dismay, the cock was gradually driven out by the sheer bulk of the cum. "Ah, fuck sweetie..." Ron exhaled, "I guess I'm going to clean up your mouth during the morning, first off."

"I like to warm it up in my pussy, so make sure you push that cock back inside if you grow hard tonight," she nuzzled into his arms, biting her lip.

He kissed her forehead and caressed her hair, "As you wish, pet."

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The following morning, Hermione felt close to and fulfilled. She remained motionless in the bed, allowing the warm sensation of Ron's bare body to caress her own. She made a very tiny movements and couldn't resist getting aroused now that his huge cock had landed up within her.

Hermione was forced to wriggle a little in an attempt to find the perfect location for comfort. Ron took great satisfaction in sticking his full cock up her ass, all the way up to the balls. She gave his cock a firm squeeze, pulling it from her ass with a tiny squeeze of her ass-cheeks. She couldn't help but groan softly when his cock's big head brushed against a delicate knot of nerves in her rectum as she relaxed those muscles.

She repeated the motions, pushing every inch of his cock out as she could before letting the lengthy shaft press over the anal version of a clit, her fingers curled around the sheets. Hermione did not want to be simply some pussy lingering for him to fuck. Hermione had therefore to devise a scheme to ensure that she wasn't just his little pet but also have complete influence over his sexual life. Hermione reached down and gave her clit a gentle rub. Her master didn't take long to begin to wake up, much to her relief.

Hermione was lying next to Master Ron, practically touching each other on the hip, in their bed, naked, with their clothes all over the place, including between the sheets. Hermione couldn't ensure her master would be understanding enough to overlook her unintended clenching of her ass, considering how much she tortured his cock with her ass. If she pushed any further, he would wake up experiencing an orgasm in her ass.

Hopefully, she could smooth her lust. She thought about how she and Ron might eventually fuck like animals in heat, and she felt her pussy slicken when she began to roll a finger along her clit ring. Even though she was aware that the stud was simply a stud and that the bitch is just the one in heat, she nonetheless anticipated fucking until their desire had completely left them. Despite her strong doubts, she couldn't resist continuing to massage her clit till she experienced an orgasm.

She continued to cum more quickly as Ron's cock continued to caress the delicate spot in her bum. The heat of Hermione's passion rose from her hips, causing her to tremble with ecstasy. Hermione let out a loud gasp and clenched her ass as she raced the orgasm along its course of pleasure, shivering in pleasure as the warmth of her passion surged from her hips and coiled around her breasts. He murmured in her ear, "My, dear your tits feel great in the morning," which made her shiver and groan more loudly when she realized it was her daddy's hands that were warming her breasts.

"Ah- Fuck!!!" Hermione moaned as she rolled forward impulsively, capping her climax, and he said, "F-fuck!" with a soft hip-buck that moved his cock out and into of her ass. A moan came from Hermione, "Fuck me like it daddy!" With her nerves still raw from the orgasm, Ron kept thrusting his cock inside her ass. "OH, SHIT!!!" Recalling his words about her swallowing his cock, she attempted to cover her lips, saying, "Fuck daddy...I'm so sensitive...fuck..uck..."

Even in her horny, insane condition, it was nearly too much for her. Her lover persisted in rolling his hips into her bum, his cock nuzzling her nerves and causing the ecstasy spiraling outta of control and all the way to her clit. The way his warm hands rubbed her tits, prompting it to slide up her tummy and back. Ron was being quite nasty and unfair. Given how filthy of a man he truly was, Hermione found herself madly in love with him.

As Hermione considered what it might have been like for Ron to fuck her in order to breed, she couldn't help but experience another hard and shaking orgasm. "Goodness, Hermione, I didn't know you got such a filthy little mouth," he mused, breaking her out of her thought process. It seemed that she did a lot cursing as she experienced orgasms she wasn't aware of, completely absorbed by what might have been.

She only used "I-aaaahhhhhhh" as defense. She was so done having orgasms of her own.

There was an authoritative tone in his voice that made Hermione pay close attention while simultaneously arousing her once more. "Okay, love, time for me to get your mouth cleaned," he grinned as he dragged his hips away, allowing his cock pulse a bit inside her ass before taking the tip out.

There was nothing more Hermione could do. She turned around and grinned at the thick cock that was shimmering with pre-cum, coated with her ass juice and decorating his cock's shaft. Hermione touched her clit. Her daddy's cock possessed such sensuous appeal that it was trembling.

Hermione genuinely wanted to hop on that cock and have it shoot seed into her, until she had no option but to bear his child and then give birth to it, but she was too tender to say it. It aroused her on on a level she couldn't quite put into words, even though she realized it would be forbidden to say the least. It simply made her more lustful.

Hermione was indifferent. All she wanted was cocks. Every single cock. Many cocks as her body would allow. She truly wanted this cock for the time being, so he grinned and said, "Now be a good girl to daddy, and tidy yourself up."

Now Hermione was powerless to stop herself. The view of his cock. His voice appealed to her in a way that seemed so perfect that she hardly had the option to refuse. Hermione took action as best she could. She began by kissing his balls as she neared the edge of the bed. She slowly ascended, running her hands gently along his shaft. Before she put his cock in her throat, she needed to make sure it was hard and erect for her.

She had taken dog cock and adored how firm and veiny it had been, yet her master's cocks possessed a specific softness to it which made her want to get them forced down her throat. But her mind was gone. Even as they followed his delightful shaft, captivated. She gazed at the sight, her hands running up along it all as she worshipped the symbol of her upcoming motherhood. Then it occurred.

His cock erupted. Something prompted her to just watch, even though she really wanted to catch it. As if she were hypnotized. She was powerless to stop it. Now, even his voice was lost in the background. She was only aware that it was a cock. Her cock. To clean. To suck. To fuck and take care of her own needs, goals, and desires. After the cum had completely dropped on, she was freed from her hypnotic fixation.

Then, with her lips curled over the crown of his cock, she smacked her mouth along its tip. The remaining cum began to trickle into her mouth as she shut her eyes and began to suck hard. It was really delicious. It wasn't like the greasy, stringy stuff that dogs have. Dogs' climax was more fluid than anything else, and it had a satisfying sensation all its own.

It has a slightly sticky texture and tastes fresh, like a cross between cream and jelly. glancing across at Ron, who was clearly enjoying himself now that he had his tiny pet slurping on his cock. As she stroked it, she pulled the tip out and began licking the part of the shaft and hips wherever she had missed. He moaned, "Ahh..." and saw her suck him clean. "There we go be an adorable little pet and dry daddy off, certainly that cum will rid you of your dirty language," he smiled.

Hermione was not even bothering to speak. For now, the thrill she was feeling from sweeping off his cock felt more than sufficient. It allowed her to take some much-needed rest while she worked to make herself ready for the remainder of the day's events energy. She was happy with her life right now.

She is a slut.

Even after his cock went limp and her mouth could no longer contain it all, Hermione persisted in licking it. She let her saliva and drool warm up his cock while grinning at him out of the side of her mouth. Sensitive after his orgasm, Ron moaned a couple times with pleasure.

He didn't, however, allow that to stop them from enjoying themselves more. Hermione took advantage of his limp state to thrust his hairless balls into her mouth, allowing them to become wet with her warm saliva while she moved her tongue in different ways around the shaft and balls. As soon as the pain in her body subsided, she reached over over her pussy and began to gently rub herself clean while Ron's balls fell from her lips in a messy layer of saliva.

The timing of his cock becoming hot and stiff and the blood flowing through his shaft dipping to the inside of her throat made her gag. It could not have come at a better time. Ron's eyes grew wide upon hearing Hermione slurp saliva around his cock, causing him to become more aroused.

"Seems like that you're fully ready to satisfy the dark lord. You'll be spending your first time with the dark lord today, pet," Daddy said, guiding her face away from his cock and placing his hand on her cheek.

When he spoke those words, Hermione stopped caressing her pussy because a wave of fluids began to coat her hand. She sat up slowly in bed, trying to look in control, allowing a lengthy string of spit to maintain the connection between her lips and his cock.

Along with carefully sitting up, he pulled aside the sheets, leaned in close to kiss her, and grinned endearingly at her lopsided smile. It was a very hot kiss. She was overcome with passion, and they teased each other while their tongues barely touched through parted lips. Hermione had secretly always wanted to screw the dark lord. Furthermore, that dream was starting to materialize. It might end up becoming her life.

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Hermione felt a brief rush of euphoria wash over herself as she experienced temporary lightheadedness. Her eyes shutting of their own volition. She could feel her own orgasms getting deeper and deeper. She lay on the carpet of Tom Riddle's bedroom, with Tom standing tall and handsome above her. Not Voldemort's hideous features. However, there was something otherworldly about Tom Riddle. It seemed as if she was dreaming.

"Hey, darling," Tom said to her, lowering himself to her face and murmuring, "I want you to be willing and strong. Will you do that?" All Hermione could do was nod. His speech had a calming quality to it.

It gave her confidence that he understood exactly what he was doing. She watched Tom walk around the bedroom and felt herself getting a little wet. Tom came around the bed with a few things in his hand, "Be a nice girl and have me tie this on" Tom had returned carrying a rope. An abundance of rope. In addition, he carried an odd gadget that he placed at the bottom of the bed.

"W-what's that Master?" The rather huge gadget, which was big enough for Hermione to hop on and had something akin to a saddle on it, interested and worried her.

"What's this thing? It's a vibrating saddle," Tom said, grinning his endearingly mischievous smile. "You put your cunt over this section of the body. And when I get this going it will buzz like the toys you have in your room," Tom said, guiding her to a pink rectangular part with grooves to fit all around from her asshole to her clit. The pink parts lay nicely around Hermione's pussy and anal areas, causing her to flush a bit.

"How many times had you cum now?" With a sly smile, he asked. Hermione was made to lie down bare on the floor and use a vibrator to masturbate herself as soon as she entered the dark chamber of Tom Riddle, all while he watched.

"E-eleven" Hermione blushed as Tom began tying her up using the ropes.

"Good," he said in a voice that was a touch smoother and deeper than velvet, sending thrills up her spine from her toes to the crown of her head. Tom moved away from her ear and retreated a few paces, reaching for what appeared to be the buttons and turning the dial gently. Hermione was able to jump in place because of the ropes when the sudden, low sound from it occurred, but not far enough to cause her to fall out of the saddle.

The device had a fantastic gentle hum. Her ass relaxed and her vaginal lips slickened with lustful secretions as it did more than just cover her anal and the vaginal entrances. It also sent delicious vibrations along those locations. As she realized that this was the simplest setting—which was already the mid level on her own vibrators—Tom merely sat there and smiled knowingly. In an attempt to get her insides in tune with their vibrations, she found herself pushing them in both her pussy and ass around the same time.

But as soon as Tom moved on to the next setting, she forgot all about the vibrators she had previously used. while she saw that the next and next lowest level was higher than her vibrators while they were both operating at maximum speed, it took all of her willpower to contain her joy. She turned to face Tom, who grinned and said, "Brace thyself pet we've got quite a while to go, but we are still only at fifteen." He kept turning the dial up and higher, bit by bit, over time so she could get used to it.

Fifteen! Hermione was certain that she had visited this place four more times by now without even realizing it because of the sensations she was experiencing from the device. The vibrations started to rise again and Hermione attempted to lurch ahead. Based on her observations, the gadget had progressed to a third of its full length. The wet noises of her juices delicately coated the soft pink materials had given way to a distorted sound of the pinkish pad slamming against the vibrating motor.

The incredible pleasure that was surging through her system made Hermione pleased that Tom had planned to tie her to the bed plus the saddle out of fear of falling off. Glancing up with blurry eyes, she saw that Tom was grinning joyfully at her expense and that the clock was now at half way. The stronger the vibrations, the harder it was for her to maintain her eyes open. Hermione was able to sense vibrations at her large, round tits by the time Tom reached 75 percent.

They were both a lot more than one each and she felt relieved as she was going to be able to enjoy breastfeeding soon. But after they reached ninety percent, the elation that now echoed in the middle of her jaw made it almost impossible to resist the sight of Tom. The stream of juice that dripped down the edges and began to soak the wooden floor gave the impression that her pussy had become so slippery that she would fall off.

But when she turned to face Tom, she saw he wasn't alone, and that's what made her heart spring up into her throat. Rather, there was a second person standing next to him. Snape. The Dark Lord said, "Focus."

Hermione felt as though she would explode. The vibrations along her nipples alone were so intense that they sat pebbled over their pale tits, and the feelings that rippled down her system now poured freely through her pussy towards her head. Once she noticed Tom and Snape observing her, she was powerless to stop herself. Their fierce eyes were fixed on her. Telling her simply to let go to cum. And she did just that—cum.

It was impossible to stop. Not a single option. It was only that she forced to give in. Allow the vibrations to resonate through her insides and sing through her systems. She now hoped that the openings would hold seed. Creamy white seed that makes babies. Her bodily fluids began to flow out with a force that was both strange and immensely satisfying, and she felt herself release. She thought she might blow up. As if she were about to pee.

Her eyes slid back as she trembled in sheer delight, helping herself to the saddle and let her body to thrash around inside its rope confines. Hermione spat, "Such a pretty sight," and Tom gently drew the machine to a stop while he stared Hermione in the eyes. Hermione jostled and shook throughout and after her orgasm.

Tom sent the potions professor a knowing glance and said, "Truly, Severus, I hadn't seen a more charming pet atop such a wicked machine." Hermione's brain was swimming, her pussy surging inside her womb with pleasure. Tom moved to the rope that bound her to her saddle and gave her a soft kiss on the neck.

"A-a-are w-we - finished then?" Hermione was still struggling to stop cumming when Tom touched her and she said, "I-I-I squirted."

"Yes, you did," Tom said, glancing back at Snape once more. "But there's still plenty of way to go." Hermione's heart began to beat up in her chest as she began to watch Tom and Snape strip at that point. This was it; she had no power at all. Her body was weak, at best, and what energy it did have she used to stare at these gorgeous bodies in front of her.

Hermione anxiously observed as they removed their tops, showcasing their amazing physique. Hermione felt her womb almost reaching out to them, pleading with them to assist with undressing and to give their cocks every opportunity to be milked. If she had been stronger, she would have slid a finger lower and swiftly moved it over her pussy. As she watched the two of them stand in front of her, her eyes grew big and she bit her lip. nude. stunningly nude as on the day of their birth. They were both fully erect, which gave her immense pleasure and made her womb yearn for them even more.

She seems to have regained her heat. She was wondering which of them would get into her first as her gaze was fixed on them and darted back and forth. Which one was most likely to give her the whore treatment. But neither one of them entered her. Not yet, anyhow. Rather, they lifted her and carried her to the bed. As he worked his way down to her shoulders before reaching her feet, the Dark Lord massaged the spot that had once chained her, relieving tension in her body as she squirted.

In the interim, Professor Snape offered a kind of potion. The fluid was strange and foreign, yet it had a rather nice flavor and aroma. However, it nearly entirely stopped her body from experiencing tingle. Even though her body hurt so much, she had a strong inside need for more. To be filled at this time. Greedily so. Raging even. Tom mocked Hermione as he put his mouth to hers, saying, "Severus, I think it is your moment to get the girl writhe for you, hope you be gentle".

"Wonderful, my lord. Having seen her with the saddle, you've already put me in the right state of mind." Snape approached her dripping pussy with a pleased growl and said, "Should we start, Miss Granger?" Snape had started before Hermione had a chance to object or grant permission. Hermione believed that before giving in to his fat cock, he was going to hook his cock onto her pussy and slid it along her delicate nerves, enabling her to have modest orgasms. Rather, when his tongue began to lap and shower her clit, Snape savagely caught her off guard.

Even as she reacted to his touch, his hands moved over her inner thighs, rubbing the remaining built-up tension. His tongue's length and thickness as it repeatedly dragged along her taut bundle of nerve and clit ring was the most pleasant thing about it, aside from the power with which he was ravaging her pussy. Every lap felt like a dog licking you, yet there was a subtle difference as it felt to be a human being.

As he kept on to adore her, it elevated her to a new level of pleasure. Hermione was able to feel the sensations crawl up her body, reaching her nipples and then falling back down her neck, sending shivers down her spine as each little orgasm got larger and larger until she could no longer tell when his tongue glided along her pussy. She was unable to cope with it. Hermione enjoyed riding her professor's gaze toward another luscious, wet climax, and felt herself inadvertently leaning up past Tom.

It was strange to discover that Snape continued to suck her when she squirted. She had heard anywhere that squirting comprised of piss, but it didn't stop Snape from soaking up whatever juice leaked out of her. She felt a wave of heat go over her body as soon as she looked down after her climax. She was watching Snape lick and sip all of her gushing juices from her pussy when he made glances with her and smiled.

It was exciting to watch the thrill rise and sparkle on his face for some reason. Biting her lip, grinning, nodding, she knew that Snape knew precisely what to do next. With his tongue still running down her pussy, he was now spreading her lips in figure-eight motions, playing with the tenderness of her clit to send taunting ripples of pleasure around her body.

Hermione threw back her head, admiringly loving and regretting it all at once. As his precum began to bead up, Tom simply stood there caressing his fat cock and staring down at her.

While Snape kept licking her repeatedly to give her another orgasm, Tom merely glanced down at her and occasionally stroked her hair. Hermione resisted the impulse to pee, although she did let out a tiny bit to see how Snape would respond. He only groaned as he started licking her more and more, giving her the go-ahead to keep shitting into his mouth. She didn't mind that Snape finding this alluring, even though it was strange. She shuddered at the thought that he wanted her piss.

Hermione was able to widen her mouth and allow Tom to enter her gaping jaw, and with time, she grew increasingly accustomed to Snape devouring her alive. Tom pulled his balls and put them softly in her mouth, but he did little more than massage her tits. Hermione, not understanding how to begin oral sex with a dark wizard such as him, began to lick round them softly. Even more subtly than when she enjoyed licking his balls, she sucked. Tom's groans were providing her with the reassurance she required that she was acting appropriately.

Snape seemed to enjoy soaking up her juices as he took his time sliding a finger inside of her, filling her up as she clenched her walls after the sequence of orgasms. His hands were heating her breasts and tickling her nipple piercings. She wanted to make certain that Tom was satisfied, so she kept urinating in Snape's mouth, prompting him to slide his fingers a little into her and flick his tongue around her clit ring at strangely fast speeds.

Hermione began to jerk Tom off by wrapping her hands around his cock and jiggling her balls inside her mouth. She was giving them the pleasure they wanted, and it was energizing to witness the two men gasp and moan. She desired to be fucked by them. to have them cream you. When Tom's balls fell out of her mouth, Hermione gasped and begged for more. Fortunately for her, Tom seemed more than pleased to shove his shaft down her throat, but just as Tom was about to do so, Snape began to lunge his penis inside of her.

It felt almost as good to have her pussy and ass taken by two cocks this way as it did to have other masters fill them. She felt an exhilarating amount of heat from the exchange of heat as each cock went into and out of her. Before they ended, Hermione felt herself ascending along one orgasm after another.

Now, Tom had taken a break by the bed. Hermione rolled onto her stomach, causing Snape to sigh with delight as she carefully turned over while keeping his cock inside. She could have turned even quicker if she had been moving more slowly, but moving slowly allowed her to fully appreciate the feeling of the cock stuffing her cunt as she began to drag her lips along Tom's cock. Her leaking pussy made it easier for her to do so.

But Snape seemed to want to investigate more than a single hole at once. He pulled out and gave her a playful smack while he moved his penis to her ass's puckered opening and slid it in, softly taking up an inch of her ass. "Oh! Not only is she excellent in her classes, however she has the most amazing ass and pussy I've ever stuck my cock in," Snape muttered, "what a tight ass."

Tom agreed, saying, "It's true that she understands how to work a cock very well—she gulped my shaft with a whorish passion. So willing to satisfy. So willing to accept cock from anyone." Hermione simply groaned in agreement around Tom's shaft. While she pumped the precum from his shaft, she made sure to reassure Tom by swirling her tongue round his shaft, even though she was unwilling to take her lips off of his cock.

Her ass gripped Snape's cock more tightly, attempting to get more from him too, but then she let it lube her anal walls so that his cock could easily slide inside of her. Occasionally, she would clench her behind, causing Snape to groan as it drew him ever-closer to the brink.

Hermione made certain to suck along Tom's cock more forcefully in an attempt to balance things out, yet she was still unable to tighten along both of them simultaneously. She had to switch between the two cocks as a result. "I suppose that it's time you filled our mudblood whore." Hermione protested loudly, but Tom sighed, "Sorry, love, however I am going to have my fun in you in a short minute."

"You are my lord, indeed. It's time to fuck you up into a real bitch, Hermione. Come on." While she remained on her knees, Snape whispered in a low voice and returned his cock to her pussy, sliding it back within her.

"Ah! Professor, please fuck me as your own breeding bitch." Hermione gasped as air returned to her lungs. She missed the sensation of Tom's seed inside her throat, even if it was easy to breathe without him there. "Get me pregnant! Did you not want to see that? Your seed growing in my belly, nurturing your baby! allowing you to see as I carry your child while the dark lord fucks me! Isn't that what you desire?"

Snape kept pushing within Hermione, forcing her to hang on for dear life. Tom did little more than stand and excitedly watch as Snape smacked his balls over her clit. At this point, she tried everything—grabbing the sheets, the headstand, anything—but it was ineffective. Her pussy was so taut along his cock that when he pulled back, she would be dragged off with him, but every thrust seemed to drive her away.

There were no way his cock could escape her before the climax as the big shaft and head were trapped inside of her so securely and her walls gripped to it in such a way. It was similar to being bound yet with just a regular cock for the whole time instead of a dog's cock. Something she never would have imagined happening. Snape's cock began to throb inside Hermione, and Hermione observed that Tom was grinning.

Her body was trying to extract every last drop of Snape's cum, and it seemed like her insides were constricting from her womb onto her lips. She jumped up and down, her tummy slightly expanding as more sperm shot deep inside her pussy, sloshing down her cervix and rushing inside to fill her womb. Occasionally, Snape would draw away, allowing her pussy to push her over the brink for the final time before she squirted again.

His cock is lubricated by her piss, making it glide in and out more quickly than previously. His entire cock nearly slid out in an instant, but Snape pushed it back in, letting her walls for milking him. When he was finished, he withdrew his thick, firm shaft from her and massaged her nerves with it while reclining black. "That was amazing Ms. Granger!" Snape, continuing to recover from his orgasm, bent his head back and groaned.

"You're welcome, Professor."

"Tomorrow we need to decide Potter's trial penalty" Tom sighed.

'Oh, Harry! I totally forgot about him' Hermione thought just before dozing off.