The Whores
(It's still called The Whores really but to make it less rude on the searches, I had to change it to Hermione and Pansy. Sorry!)
Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter. pouts I do not own the shop names either (apart from Sunny Silks).
Chapter 6. (Kinda)- Forever
"Pansy? Help would be nice!" Hermione said as she saw Pansy stirring. Pansy looked at her and after blinking several times she nodded. She bent her hand down to her blond bun which was now quite messy and after a moment pulled out a key. She unlocked her hands and ankles, falling to the floor. She winced as the new scabs cracked slightly. She moved slowly towards Hermione and managed to pull the pole out. Hermione let out a sigh and moved around to get herself comfy.
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"Your mother is going on holiday with some friends and won't be back for another week. I'd like you to visit me straight away so we can 'talk'. Don't worry about clothes and supplies my dear. I have everything we need." The letter read. Hermione put it back in its envelope and threw it in the bin.
"Pansy, I've got to stay with the bastard for a week or something. Will you be OK?" Hermione called to Pansy. Pansy had been staying in her room, letting her cuts heal properly. "Yeah! Have fun Hermy!" Pansy called back, jokingly.
Hermione grabbed her coat and walked out.
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Hermione walked up to the large white house and knocked on the door.
"Who s'dere?" Gareth slurred unevenly.
"It's your kitten" Hermione purred out and the door slammed open. Gareth grabbed her waist, pulled her inside, shut the doors and started to kiss her hard. He pulled away and told her to go to her bedroom and get changed for lunch.
Hermione walked up the stairs and went to her black and red bedroom. She took of her coat and the rest of her clothes and got out a new outfit. She put on a silk thong and pink bra, a denim mini that barely covered her ass cheeks and a black camisole. She put on fishnet over the knee's and leather, knee-high boots with a four inch heel. She put on her make up and did her hair and went back downstairs. In the hall were her grandparents!
"What are you doing here?" she said loudly.
"Is that anyway to greet your Gramps?" Her grandpa said in a mock angry voice.
"We just thought that we would keep Gareth company since he was meant to be all alone. But obviously you had the same idea!" Her grandma said grinning. "But why are you wearing those clothes?"
"Oh, I was going to go out later." Hermione said quickly as Gareth entered the room from the kitchen.
"Well, of course you must join us for lunch!" He said happily.
So, they all sat down at the table, Hermione and Gareth at one corner and her grand parents at the other. After the people, they just sat, talking. Hermione was silent but she was focused on the hand sliding up her thigh. She looked at Gareth and he smiled at her. Hermione quickly looked at her plate, focusing on not making any noise. The hand slid under her skirt and started to stroke the silk knickers, which were already wet. He moved the thong away and began stroking her folds gently. Hermione stole a glance at him. He was talking to her grandpa with a straight face, he looked perfectly normal. The middle finger suddenly thrust in and Hermione shifted on her chair awkwardly. The finger pulled out again and then, joined by its two neighbours, started to pump in and out at a fast pace. Hermione gasped and said: "Dad, should we take the plates through?" He nodded and picked up his plate and the glasses and Hermione picked up the rest of the plates. When they were in the kitchen and out of sight, Gareth slammed her against the wall, his hands kneading her breasts and his knee between her legs. He kissed her harshly and began pressing himself against her, rubbing his hard-on against her stomach. He moved away again and whispered darkly "Go upstairs."
Hermione walked back into the room and said to her grandparents that she had to do some work. After saying their goodbyes, she walked back upstairs, lay down on her bed and waited.
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"Tonight I thought I would make a sundae called 'Whore Sundae'. But, no noise." Gareth said to Hermione as he locked the hatch to the attic. He pushed her onto a table and locked her wrists and ankles to it. He also fastened a thick metal collar round her neck which strapped to the table. Satisfied, he ripped off her clothes and went to a mini-fridge. He got out a can of cream and climbed onto the table and sat on her stomach. He sprayed the cream down each arm and across her throat. He sprayed it across her face and put a mound on her mouth. "No tasting baby. It's for me" he said and carried on. He sprayed a line down her cleavage and sprayed in spirals round her stomach and made another mound on her belly button. He grabbed a leather belt and tied it round her breasts, pulling them together; he fastened it and picked up the cream again. After thoroughly coating her tits, he climbed off and sprayed all her legs and made a third mound all between her legs and in her pubic hair. He got some ice cream and put a scoop between her breasts, Hermione screamed silently. He put one on her stomach and one in the mound on her pubic hair. He grabbed some cherries and put one on each nipple, one in her mouth and one pushed in her vagina.
"Stay there pet. I'll be back soon" and with that, he disappeared.
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About half an hour later, the ice-cream had all melted and Gareth finally returned. He straddled her waist facing away from her. He bent down and licked the cream off her calves. He then licked up her thighs, leaving the mound between. He turned around and licked down her arms, his tongue swirling in the crook of her arms, making her squirm. He licked round her face, kissing and sucking the skin. He licked of the pile on her mouth and kissed her fiercely, biting down on her lip. He then licked down her chin, down her neck and then followed the swirl of cream on her stomach. He bit down on the skin surrounding her belly button, swallowing the cream and the cherry.
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Hermione woke up the next morning to find herself back in her bed, naked and Gareth lying on top of her. He was still inside her and his head was bent down to lie on her breasts. The bloody prick was fucking drooling on them. She tried to pull him out of her before he woke up but he groaned and told her not to move. He grabbed her shoulders and started to push her on and off his dick till he came and he slumped back down for a moment. He got off her and pulled her into the bathroom. He lifted her into the bath and stepped in, drawing the curtain round them. He got the bar of soap and worked a lather up in his hands. He rubbed soap up her arms and down her back. He pushed onto her back and sat on her stomach. He gently rubbed the soap lather in circles up her legs and her hips. He turned around and grabbed her right boob and began rubbing the soap over it roughly and pinching the skin. He repeated it on the other one and then pulled her up. He turned the shower on and watched the soap wash off her body. When it was all gone, he moved behind her and whispered in her ear "Make sure you're all clean" and he slid into her ass hole. As he pumped her, started to knead her breasts. He came quickly and turned the shower off. He stepped out and beckoned for Hermione to follow him.
"Get changed and do the housework, Kitten" He murmured in her ear. He slapped her ass and walked out of her room. Hermione dried herself with a towel and walked over to the wardrobe. She instantly saw the outfit he wanted her to wear: A maid's outfit with a low cut bodice and a skirt that just came half way down her ass cheeks, black fishnets with a rip at the crotch, black lacy knickers and matching wonder bra and black stiletto's. She brushed her wet hair and put the little cap on. She walked out her room, swaying her hips in case Gareth was nearby.
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That evening Gareth decided he was going to have a party. He invited four men round to have fun with his whore. He dressed Hermione in the sexiest outfit he could find: a black corset that was too small so her breasts bulged over the top, a green silk mini skirt with a rip in it showing of a bit of the lace thong she was wearing. Her hair was piled up on her head and she was wearing emerald eyeliner and matching, high eye shadow and pink lipstick. On her feet, she had thigh high leather boots with a five inch heel.
She stood by the door with Gareth greeting the visitors. Each of them shook Gareth's hand and hugged Hermione, groaning as she rubbed against them.
Hermione waited in the living room whilst Gareth chatted to his guests. One man stepped into the room and said 'Those aren't real, are they pet?'
Hermione nodded and purred 'Want to feel?' He nodded and, with his index finger, stroke across her right breast down to her cleavage. He unfastened the top of the corset and pulled out the sore breast. He massaged it gently and he lent down and kissed Hermione fiercely. Their tongues entwined in a vicious dance and his other hand slid down her stomach, to her skirt and into her thong. He stroked the folds and plunged his finger in. For the first time in her life, Hermione felt something in her building, along with her orgasm. For the first time since she was 14, she was falling in love. For this man she didn't know who had his finger rammed up inside her. How the fuck was she going to get through the night?
Chapter 7- Retail Therapy.
For once, Hermione agreed with Gareth. He had given her a new card, topped with three thousand pounds to buy clothes with as a reward for her performance. She stepped onto the High street wearing a black pinafore and light blue jeans with matching pumps. Her first stop was at a shop called 'Sunny Silks'. She wandered around the shop collecting the odd top then wandered into the 'Private' Part. She found a green silk chemise, black denim chaps, a pink, silk covered whip and an orange flouncy skirt. She tried them all on, picked up some 'tools' and paid for it all. She next went into Monsoon and bought three new dresses and a black beret. She went into Dorothy Perkins (her favourite store) and started to pick hundreds of clothes off the racks. She paid for them and left.
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Three hours later, she only had one thing left to do. Buy presents for Pansy and Gareth as their birthdays were coming up this month. For Pansy she bought: silk underwear collection in pale blue, a new sketchpad and a collection of DVD's called 'The Ultimate Chick-Flicks'. For Gareth, she knew she had to spend a lot of money on otherwise he would get annoyed. Eventually, she decided on: a cock cage, a new vibrator, new silver nipple clamps, a tight leather outfit that would fit her tightly, chains, handcuffs, a set of leather bras, a leather monoglove and a green and silver silk tie. Happy with her purchases, she made her way back to Gareth's house.
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On their last whole day together, Gareth had been invited to a party and had decided to go with Hermione. He wore a new black suit with his tie Hermione had brought him. Hermione also noticed him putting his cock cage on as well, so Hermione would have fun torturing him. She was wearing a tight black leather bra which was restricting her breathing, a clear plastic thong that pulled painfully into her ass. She was wearing one of her new dresses. A green dress with a corset bodice and a long, silk skirt with a slit all the way up to her hip, revealing her cream, silky leg. With her hair piled up on her head, black stiletto sandals, make-up done to perfection and creamy white breasts threatening to spill out of her top, Hermione and Gareth would be the envy of the party.
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Hermione and Gareth were in the centre of the dance floor dancing a tango, Hermione's skirt flicking out, the slit revealing evermore of her buttocks. Everyone was looking at them- The men enjoying the view and wishing they had Hermione for their partner and the women wishing they looked like her and hoping that their husbands would stop drooling over her.
Gareth smirked at Hermione and she grinned back. 'This was actually quite fun'
A/N. Done it at last! This update took forever to write! And we moved recently and my kid is ill and I'm rushed off my feet, but here is your update. Sorry if it's not very good but I tried. Please review lovely readers. You know you want to.
-Annamh. xxx
