Ginny's Revenge: Part 2
Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley were sitting in the Great Hall enjoying their breakfasts when they saw Hermione Granger enter. They smiled smugly when they noticed how she was walking, rather gingerly and acting like she had a rod stuck up her arse.
They chuckled to one another because in a way it was true but instead of a rod, they knew she was wearing a horse tail butt plug. A 'gift' from Harry the previous night when Ginny had bound the bushy-haired girl to her as her slave for dosing the redhead with a potion so that she could what amounted to rape her and they had taken their revenge.
Fortunately Harry and Ginny had discovered and foiled the attempt but in doing so, Harry had ended up taking her to the Room of Requirement and having sex with her.
Not only that, Harry had once more saved Ginny's life when she'd stopped breathing because of the potion, unknowingly adding a second life debt.
Ginny hadn't been on any contraceptive potion and neither thought to cast any charms so they were fairly certain that Ginny was pregnant with his child, something he wanted to check on as soon as possible. Plus he also wanted her checked over because she'd passed out and stopped breathing and he'd had a difficult time in reviving her.
They noticed Hermione's eyes widen when she spotted them and the bushy haired girl hesitated, unsure of where to sit. She had been headed to sit by Ron as she usually did but she wondered if she needed to sit with her new mistress now.
Ginny gave her a small frown and with a slight movement of her head, she indicated for Hermione to proceed to her normal spot by her brother.
As she passed by where Harry and Ginny were seated, Ginny softly whispered to her, "We'll see you after dinner tonight," her eyes boring into the brunette, letting her know that she'd better show or else.
Hermione nodded in understanding, hoping that she wouldn't suffer too much that evening and she'd be allowed to orgasm, something she was aching for tremendously.
Ginny had forbidden her from touching herself, going so far as to cast several charms that made it impossible for her to pleasure herself.
Hermione sat down next to Ron, wincing slightly as the butt plug was driven a little deeper into her arse.
Of course Ron was so busy shovelling food into his mouth that he didn't notice, something the bushy-haired girl was glad of because she didn't know what she would have said in explanation.
When Ron finally did acknowledge her presence, he noticed she was wearing something around her neck, a totally new development as she had never worn any type of adornment or jewellery before.
"What are you wearing?" he asked, pointing at her neck.
Hermione's hand immediately flew up and she fingered her collar that indicated her new status as Ginny's slave. While she felt the heavy Dragon-hide collar, she knew that to others it appeared to be a thin choker.
"Oh, this. It's something I ran across and decided I liked," she replied hesitantly.
Ron stared at it for a moment and then shrugged as he turned back to his plate. "Well, whatever, but I do think it suits you," he remarked off-handedly.
Hermione felt a thrill run through her, something she found totally unexpected as she realized she did deep down know that being Ginny's and Harry's sexual plaything did suit her.
Just thinking about it made her pussy spasm and she had to stifle the moan that threatened to break free. She also had to force herself not to rub her thighs together like she was used to doing as she knew she'd suffer greatly if she did so. That was something she wanted to avoid at all costs sitting in the Great Hall.
Her eyes darted down to where Ginny and Harry were sitting and she saw that they were watching her with smug looks on their faces.
She sighed as she realized it was going to be a very long day before she'd be able to expect any sort of relief. She just was hoping that they'd let her experience some pleasure that evening when they got together though she doubted that they'd let her orgasm.
Like she thought the day seemed to drag by and she found herself wishing she could make the clock move faster. Finally dinner came to an end and she shuddered at the way Ginny and Harry looked at her, letting her know that she was expected in the Room of Requirement soon.
She jumped slightly when Ron came up behind her. "So what do you want to do?" he asked with a frown as he watched Harry and Ginny leave the Great Hall.
"I'm heading to the Library," Hermione replied, though she knew that wasn't where she was really going.
"I'll leave you to it then," Ron grouched, rolling his eyes. "I think I'll go see what Dean and Seamus are up to," he added as he headed back to the Gryffindor common room.
Hermione smiled smugly, glad her ruse worked as she didn't know what she would have done if he had wanted to accompany her. She knew she'd have been punished severely if she failed to show up when she had been told to.
She gingerly climbed up to the seventh floor, the butt plug causing her quite a bit of discomfort but at the same time a perverse thrill coursed through her body. She could swear it seemed much larger than when Harry had inserted it the previous evening.
Hermione paused for a moment outside the door to the Room of Requirement, taking a deep breath. She couldn't believe how wet she was in anticipation and while she was still mortified at her predicament, she found herself craving what she knew she'd be experiencing that evening.
Steeling herself, she opened the door and entered. She immediately disrobed and dropped to the floor. She began to crawl over to where she saw Harry and Ginny.
Her eyes widened enviously as she took in the sight of Harry's head between Ginny's legs, lapping furiously. Both were already naked and she wondered how they had gotten so far in the short time it took her to arrive.
She moaned softly as she saw Ginny throw her head back and cry out as her orgasm over took her.
She was surprised at how quickly the redhead recovered.
"Perfect timing, Love," Ginny said to Harry with a grin. "Our slave has arrived."
Harry sat up and Hermione unconsciously licked her lips at seeing his face glistening with Ginny's nectar, wishing it was her face that was so decorated.
Hermione completed her journey across the floor and she sat up, assuming the position that Ginny and Harry had taught her. She spread her knees and placed her hands on the small of her back, which thrust her breasts forward and keeping her eyes downcast.
She was only slightly surprised when Ginny attached a leash to her collar, not having spotted it as she crawled over.
Ginny gave the leash a short, firm tug, leading Hermione over toward the spanking horse.
Seeing the pointed look Ginny gave her, she climbed up and draped herself over the frame without protest. She winced when the redhead stretched her legs out and fastened them to the frame with a couple of sticking charms.
Ginny then moved around to the other side and did the same with her arms, leaving the bushy-haired girl with her arse sticking up wantonly.
Hermione groaned when she felt Ginny give a tug on her butt plug, giggling at her discomfort.
"It looks like the charm you applied worked perfectly," she said to Harry.
"Great," Hermione heard him reply.
She could just see him out of the corner of her eyes. He was over at the wall where all sorts of paraphernalia hung, though she couldn't see what he was grabbing.
She jerked and moaned as she felt Ginny's hand dip between her legs.
"Merlin, you should feel how wet this slag is," Ginny retorted with a smirk.
As much as Hermione wanted to beg for Ginny to continue to touch her, she was sure that if she did it wouldn't go over well so she bit down on her lip to keep herself quiet.
Harry appeared before her and she looked at what he laid down on the floor before her apprehensively.
Harry smirked as he picked up the nipple clamps and attached them to her nipples, pulling down on their chains and attaching them to the frame so that her breasts were stretched out painfully.
Hermione moaned out lowly. Though it hurt it also sent a jolt down to her pussy, making it ache deeply and she wished she could at least rub her thighs together to give herself a modicum of relief.
Her eyes bugged out when she saw him pick up the other item he had brought with him. It was a set of anal beads about a foot long with the first bead being about an inch in diameter with each bead growing larger until the last one was about three or three and a half inches.
She felt her arse spasm as she imagined them being inserted. While the first few wouldn't be a problem, she knew the rest would stretch her out much more than she had ever been before.
Twisting her head to watch Harry move behind her, she notice Ginny was now over at the wall making her own selections. She shuddered when she saw the young redhead take down several different floggers, paddles and riding crops.
Her eyes bugged out when Ginny turned around as she noticed her wearing a huge strap-on. While not exceedingly long, it was at least as large as her wrist in circumference, making her shiver in anticipation of having it used on her.
She jerked and moaned again as she was taken by surprise when Harry's hand checked out her dripping pussy. It seemed she was always startled as she was looking in the wrong direction when either of them touched her.
"Godric, you're right. She's dripping wet. She really is a slag," Harry chuckled maliciously.
Hermione felt her face burn in embarrassment but she knew she couldn't deny what they had said.
Her embarrassment gave way to shock when she felt Harry removing her butt plug. Her breath caught and she had to fight to keep from crying out as it was pulled forcefully from her rectum.
She collapsed, panting hard when it finally sprang free with an audible pop.
Her relief was short lived and her eyes snapped open as she felt him beginning to insert the anal beads. The first few were no problem like she had thought but her discomfort increased as more and more of the beads invaded her rear opening.
Her eyes were watering and she was groaning deeply as the next couple entered her. She felt Harry pause for a moment and she hoped he was done but then she felt him pushing something huge into her.
"Please . . . it's too big," she pleaded as Harry began to force the last bead into her protesting flesh.
Harry halted and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief but it didn't last long. "Ginny, bring over one of those gags," he called out in disgust.
Ginny appeared with a gag, one that was shaped like a small cock but only in length. While it was only three and a half to four inches long, it was so fat that it barely fit in Hermione's mouth when Ginny rammed it in.
"There, that should keep her quiet," Ginny stated in satisfaction as she buckled the gag in place.
"Good," Harry nodded in agreement as he began to force the last bead into Hermione's arse.
The bushy-haired girl tried to squeal and move to keep Harry from inserting the last bead but it was a futile effort and with a mighty shove, the last huge bead spread her anus and seated itself inside of her.
Hermione hung limply, breathing hard, with tears running down her cheeks from the pain she had suffered. Again, though it had hurt she also experienced a perverse thrill running through her.
While she was recovering, Ginny pulled Harry in front of her and dropped to her knees, taking his huge erection deep into her throat. She hummed smugly, watching the bushy-haired girls reaction.
When Hermione looked at her with an obvious hunger, Ginny withdrew his cock from her throat. "I was going to let you suck Harry off until you couldn't stand a little pain, so you'll just have to suffer watching me receive his cum," she remarked smugly.
Hermione whimpered, wishing it was Harry's cock in her mouth, not an artificial one.
Ginny took great delight in making a show of sucking Harry's cock, knowing it was driving Hermione crazy at not being able to indulge herself.
Harry groaned as he closed his eyes, enjoying what Ginny's hot, wet and talented mouth was doing to him. He ran his hands down through her soft, silky, flaming red hair, adding to the sensual feelings he was experiencing.
Ginny felt Harry tensing as he approached his orgasm and gently began to massage his bollocks to give him even more pleasure. She was taken by surprise when he grasped her face with both hands, halting her.
She glanced up at him questioningly and grinned when he smiled at her and urged her to kneel on all fours.
Ginny hastened to comply and she moaned deeply when Harry entered her from behind. She couldn't help but smile smugly when she heard Hermione's whimpers but she quickly drove that thought from her mind as Harry began to piston vigorously in and out of her dripping centre.
Ginny was in heaven as she felt Harry pounding into her hot, receptive orifice.
Hermione looked on in total rapture, wishing it was her that was being taken by Harry's massive manhood. She began to whimper continuously as she watched the scene taking place before her.
Ginny moaned deeply as her arms gave way as her orgasm tore through her. Leaving her panting as she tried to regain her breath.
Hermione could feel her juices running down her legs and she desperately wished she could touch herself so she could experience some relief from the deep ache she could feel deep down inside of her body.
Harry kept a hold of Ginny's hips as he finished pounding into her, grunting as he discharged his essence deep inside of her clinging sheath.
Spent for the moment, he lay draped over Ginny's temporarily limp body. Both were breathing hard, the result of their overwhelming orgasms.
Hermione whimpered as she envisioned herself in Ginny's place, even though she knew that was very unlikely to happen anytime in the near future.
Slowly Harry and Ginny recovered, both smiling contentedly, though they were far from finished for the evening.
Harry finally rose, leaving Ginny laying there, a smug smile on her face as she locked eyes with Hermione.
Harry went and pulled down a rattan cane from the wall before coming back over to where Hermione was.
"Someone needs to be punished for forgetting their place," he stated somewhat maliciously.
Ginny chuckled when she saw Hermione's eyes bug out in shock. "Yes, she certainly needs a reminder of her position."
With her draped over the spanking frame, Hermione couldn't see Harry so she was taken totally by surprise when she heard the sharp whooshing sound of the cane right before it hit her tender flesh.
Her muscles tensed as she attempted to move but she was held firmly in place by Ginny's sticking charms.
She grunted out in pain but the cock gag kept her from screaming.
Harry smiled in satisfaction as he watched as a bright red line appeared across Hermione's arse.
Eleven more times the cane came whistling down, each time leaving another raised red line across Hermione's buttocks.
By the time he was done, the bushy-haired brunette was hanging limply and sobbing uncontrollably on the spanking frame.
Ginny threw herself at him. "Godric, that was so hot," she cried passionately as she pulled him to the floor.
Harry wasted no time in mounting Ginny once more, driving his manhood deep into her centre.
Ginny moaned deeply as she felt Harry fill her once again. To her it was the most wonderful thing she had ever experienced.
"Fuck me hard," she cried out, wanting to feel him pounding into her centre as hard as possible. She loved it when he used her for his own pleasure because she enjoyed it just as much as he did.
The added bonus of having Hermione watch while she was being denied her own pleasure was just the icing on the cake.
Hermione had recovered sufficiently to take note of the couple before her and she felt her pussy spasm in want. Spread and fastened as she was on the Spanking Frame she could do nothing to ease the ache deep inside her.
Ginny cried out as her orgasm tore through her and she collapsed back onto the floor, totally spent for the moment.
Harry rose and with an evil gin positioned himself behind Hermione.
With her arse filled by the anal beads, Harry positioned himself at her pussy. Without any thought to the bushy-haired girls comfort, her drove himself deep into her.
Hermione moaned deeply, though it was mainly muffled by the cock-gag in her mouth.
Harry withdrew slightly and then rammed his manhood forward until he was fully seated within Hermione's hot, sopping sheath.
Wasting no time, he started hammering into her relentlessly.
At first Hermione had a difficult time adjusting to Harry's massive member as it felt like he was tearing her apart but then slowly her pussy began to accept his huge girth and the pain slowly gave way to much more pleasurable sensations.
She couldn't believe that he was allowing her to enjoy herself so much, in fact if he continued on the way he was, she was sure that she'd orgasm in a few minutes.
Harry smiled evilly as he watched Hermione closely, waiting for just the right moment. He felt her begin to tense and just before she came, he quickly withdrew, leaving her moaning in frustration as he denied her her orgasm once again.
"You haven't earned it," he muttered into her ear.
By then Ginny had recovered and she grabbed one of the floggers she had set nearby. Since Hermione's arse was already striped from the caning, Ginny began to work on the backs of the brunette's thighs.
Hermione thrashed about in a desperate effort to avoid the beating she was under going but it was in vain as she was stuck securely to the Spanking Frame.
If not for the gag in her mouth her screams would have been deafening.
Ginny finally halted once Hermione's thighs were well striped by the flogger and she smiled at the results.
Stepping in close, she ran her fingers of one hand through the slick folds of Hermione's sex. She found her slit soaking wet for while the flogging had been fervently applied, the brunette had also found it sexually stimulating.
Ginny thrust two fingers into Hermione's pussy and after working them in and out for a few moments, she added another, shortly followed by a fourth.
As Hermione became accustomed to having Ginny's fingers working into her, Ginny finally folded her thumb into the palm of her hand and with some effort forced her petite hand completely inside of the brunette's pussy.
At first Hermione found it rather painful but as Ginny continued to work her hand inside of her, the brunette slowly got used to it and she began to enjoy it.
She found she loved the full sensation of having the red-head's hand inside of her pussy. It far surpassed anything she had experienced up to that point.
But like with Harry, Ginny paid close attention to the level of Hermione's arousal and moments before her orgasm, Ginny stopped moving her hand, once more leaving the brunette frustrated.
Hermione couldn't help but whimper at being denied her release once again and she desperately wished that she'd be allowed some form of relief.
She then realized that this was her fate, to be used as Harry and Ginny saw fit and that her needs weren't even being considered.
While this fact saddened her somewhat, she knew it was what she deserved and perhaps needed.
Harry moved around to Hermione's head and removed her gag. Hermione sighed in relief and worked her jaw to relieve its stiffness.
Before she had a chance to thank him, Harry took a fist full of her hair and pulled up sharply, causing her to open her mouth in surprise.
Harry immediately took advantage of her open mouth and jammed his manhood deep into her throat. Not even allowing her to begin to suck him, he began to thrust in and out, driving himself even deeper until he had his full considerable length buried inside of her oral cavity.
Hermione felt light-headed as spots danced in her eyes and she thought she might actually pass out from lack of breath. Fortunately for her, before she did, Harry momentarily withdrew allowing her to gulp down a couple deep breaths.
Once she had, Harry started thrusting once again until he finally grunted as he shot a huge load of his sperm deep in her throat.
Hermione had no choice but to swallow as much as she could, though some did escape and dribble down her chin when Harry withdrew his cock.
Since she wasn't near her orgasm once again, Ginny began to thrust her hand once more, sending the brunette climbing back towards her release.
Harry wiped his cum and saliva coated cock on Hermione's face, coating her with the slimy mixture, leaving his former friend a sticky mess.
Hermione sobbed as she licked her lips, though she did enjoy the taste of the mixture as it filled her mouth once more.
Smiling maliciously, Ginny grabbed the handle of the anal beads and with a sharp tug, removed the largest of the beads from Hermione's arse.
Hermione screamed as the shock and pain hit her and she shuddered as a orgasm tore through her. As it did, Ginny pulled again, removing the next bead, prolonging the brunette's release.
Hermione felt her head spin as she came and she screamed again as Ginny forced the two beads she had removed back into her rear orifice.
As before, the pain and shock sent her tumbling over the edge. As she reached her zenith, Ginny pulled hard, removing the anal beads completely.
This proved to be too much for the bushy-haired girl and blackness took her as she shuddered out the last of her orgasm.
When Hermione regained consciousness, she found herself suspended spread eagle, hanging from the ceiling. Her pussy and arse were quite painful and she didn't think she could stand much more.
Harry attached the nipple clamps again, making her breasts and nipples throb painfully, making her moan out in discomfort. To add to her discomfort he attached several weights to the chain, pulling down harshly on her nipples.
"Well, look who decided to join us once again," Ginny quipped with a malicious grin.
The red-head moved in behind Hermione and placed the tip of her strap-on in the entrance of her rear opening. At the same time, Harry stepped up in front, placing his cock at the entrance of her pussy.
As one they both thrust forward, filling Hermione front and rear, causing the brunette to groan out, "Please, Mistress, it's too much, I can't take any more right now."
"Aww, poor little slave can't take any more," Ginny sneered.
Undeterred she and Harry began to fuck Hermione relentlessly.
Hermione cried out in distress as her sore body parts protested their rough usage.
Harry and Ginny paid her no mind and just continued to hammer away.
Hermione groaned and whimpered, having a hard time believing that what used to cause her such pleasure was now a source of pain and discomfort.
The problem was that as much pain she was experiencing, she also felt a perverse thrill. It was a dichotomy of sensations, giving both pain and pleasure.
She hung her head down, sobbing uncontrollably, that was until Harry grabbed her by one hand underneath her jaw and jerked her head up, squeezing until she was having a hard time breathing.
"This is what you wanted to do to Ginny and what you've been doing yourself so I don't want to hear you complaining," he snarled.
"Yes, Master," Hermione managed to choke out.
Harry released her neck so abruptly that Hermione's head fell forward.
He then grabbed hold of her hips so that he could increase the force of his thrusts, making the brunette moan loudly.
Hearing her, Ginny began spanking her already tender arse, adding to the pain her slave was experiencing.
Hermione couldn't believe it as she felt the fire growing deep in her abdomen. As much discomfort and pain she was experiencing, she was also turned on more than she had even been before.
Unable to control herself, she screamed out "Fuck me, fuck me hard."
Harry and Ginny smiled at one another as they did as she asked and in moments, Hermione screamed even louder as her orgasm rocketed through her.
They both withdrew and stepped away from the unconscious Hermione who hung limply in her restraints.
Ginny removed her strap-on before taking Harry into her arms and they tumbled onto a low nearby bed.
Unlike their rough usage of Hermione, they began to kiss and make love gently, taking their time to give each other as much pleasure as possible.
Though it took quite some time before they both orgasmed, when they finished Hermione still hadn't recovered.
"I think we broke her," Harry chuckled.
"Maybe, but I doubt it," Ginny replied with a smile.
She got a thoughtful look on her face and frowned. "You know, she orgasmed several times again without asking permission," she huffed.
"Hummm, you're right," Harry grumbled. "We really need to work on that."
"Yes, we really need to punish her harder and we'll have to deny her any form of release for quite some time," Ginny fumed.
"I agree," Harry responded, sounding just as disgruntled as Ginny.
Hermione gave a low moan as she began squirming in her bonds.
When her eyes finally opened, Ginny rose and went over and stood in front of her.
"Slave, you've been a real disappointment," she stated disdainfully.
Hermione's eyes widened in shock and she thought about protesting but before she did, she realized that she had cum several times without permission.
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't mean to orgasm without permission."
"It doesn't matter. The fact remains that you did and will have to be punished for your lack of control," Ginny stated harshly.
Grinning malevolently, she turned and looked at Harry. "I think twenty-five more cane strokes will suffice, don't you?" she inquired.
Harry nodded in agreement as he went and picked out a cane from the wall. He gave it several test swings before heading back over to where Hermione hung.
She groaned in despair as she watched him approach, though she knew that pleading for mercy was pointless.
While she had barley endured twelve strokes before, she wondered if she would be able to withstand more than double.
Harry grinned at Ginny and gave her a wink. "I think we need to add a little something to her punishment," he stated maliciously.
Ginny gave him a questioning look as Hermione wondered what additional trial she would have to endure.
Harry handed the cane to Ginny to hold while he went over to a small chest. He withdrew a small object that Hermione couldn't make out what it was.
Harry spent several moments working on the object before he returned to where Hermione was hanging. He gave her a sneering smirk as he held out what was in his hand.
"What's that?" the bushy-haired brunette asked with a puzzled look.
"Ever hear of figging?" Harry asked as he wagged his eyebrows.
"Can't say that I have," Hermione replied, eyeing the small object warily.
"This is raw ginger root, peeled and carved to act like a butt plug," Harry explained as he stepped behind the hanging young woman.
Smiling, he inserted the carved ginger root into Hermione's anus. At first Hermione only felt its coolness but then slowly she felt it begin to burn slightly.
Harry then extended his hand at Ginny, who handed the cane back to him. He smirked as he lined up and swung the cane, striking Hermione's arse medium hard.
Hermione jerked but managed to keep quiet, having expected to be struck harder than she was.
It took a moment but the irritation in her buttocks began to increase. She moaned softly and began to squirm as the heat from the ginger continued to grow.
Unprepared, she jumped and yelped when Harry swung the cane again. Unable to stop herself, her arse clenched in reaction to being struck by the cane, once more increasing the effect from the ginger.
Harry kept a fairly slow tempo, wanting to prolong Hermione's discomfort as long as possible, knowing that the effects of the ginger root would last about twenty minutes at the most.
Hermione couldn't believe at how the ginger as affecting her. Though it stung and caused her quite a bit of discomfort, she also felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter.
That was accompanied by a sensation of want and desire in her nether region and she wished that she could have something inserted in her pussy to help alleviate that feeling.
"Please," she begged.
Harry paused and looked at her intensely. He could tell by the tone of her voice that she wasn't asking for him to stop. It was a pleading and spoke of a deep desire.
When he didn't say or do anything, she begged again, "Please, I need something inside of my pussy."
Harry smirked in understanding. He went and grabbed another, larger piece of ginger and quickly fashioned it into a suitable implement.
Keeping it hidden from Hermione's view, he swiftly inserted it into her vagina, At first she moaned out in pleasure as she felt it fill her, satisfying her desire but then it morphed into a groan as the effect of the ginger began to take hold.
As with the piece in her arse, at first it just felt cool but then the itching, burning sensation began to grow, driving her crazy.
Harry returned to caning Hermione, keeping the same slow, even tempo to his strokes.
Hermione was going mad with desire. With every stroke of the cane her body involuntarily clenched, her muscles tensing, increasing the effects of the ginger inside of her.
By the time Harry had reached fifteen strokes Hermione was squirming uncontrollably. When he reached twenty she was frantic with the sensations that were coursing through her.
When the final twenty-fifth stroke landed Hermione was going totally insane because of what she was experiencing.
She was twisting and turning violently, trying anything to provide her with any type of relief. Unfortunately none was forthcoming.
Slowly the sensations diminished, leaving Hermione hanging limply, breathing raggedly.
Ginny approached Harry and kissed him tenderly.
"It's getting late so we'd better wrap things up and head back to the common room," she murmured.
Harry cuddled Ginny's body close to his, gently massaging her arse. He gave a glance at Hermione and gave a slow nod.
"Okay," he sighed before he kissed Ginny.
They went and released Hermione, letting her fall to the floor. Hermione moaned softly, her body protesting as she ached all over. The worst was her pussy and arse.
Though she had orgasmed more that she had recently, she was left with a deep aching want and feeling that she was unsatisfied.
Without prompting, she crawled over to where Harry and Ginny stood. Bowing down she kissed Ginny's feet.
"Thank you, Mistress. I'll work harder at controlling myself and remember to always ask permission to cum," she promised sincerely.
Harry shared a smile with Ginny. It seemed that Hermione was coming to accept her status as a slave. Something that they had thought would take much longer than it had.
Ginny reached down and ran her hand through Hermione's hair. "Get dressed, Pet," she murmured softly.
Hermione leaned into Ginny's hand, finding great comfort in its gentle touch.
"Maybe, just maybe, being Ginny's slave won't be too bad," she thought to herself.
Harry and Ginny
A/N: The third instalment in this series. Hermione's training continues and she is slowly coming to accept her place as Ginny's and Harry's slave.