The sun rose slowly over the castle, silvery fingers of light caressing the walls. The sun's rays crept into the window and began to warm the room. Hermione felt the warming touch of the dawn and she stretched, expelling the tiredness and soreness from her limbs. She recalled the previous day and the pleasures she had enjoyed with Stones and Luna. She had left the two of them in Stones' bed and had returned to her own dorm. Climbing into bed she fell into a blissful sleep. Turning over she stretched again feeling the last sleep leaving her body. She looked over to the nightstand by her bed and it was there she had found the letter waiting for her on her bed. The handwriting she recognised as that of Professor Standton. Her hands shaking with excitement she tore open the envelope and began to read the letter contained there.

Attention Slut

You are to attend upon me in my study at 8pm this evening. Usual attire is required. Your final lesson is to begin.

S

Hermione blinked and read the note again. This evening? Then he must have finally arranged for her darkest desire to become a reality. She felt a rush of fear and elation at the thought. Tonight she would be the fuck toy of a group of men she didn't know. They would use her, make her suck their cocks while others slammed into her pussy and ass. Wetness began to grow between her legs as she thought of all the things they would do to her and she fell back on the bed, her fingers rubbing at her most sensitive areas and she quickly came, thrashing and moaning on the bed. The orgasm she felt was good, but she still felt frustrated knowing what was in store for her that evening. She dressed and woke Ginny and the two of them headed for the Great Hall and breakfast.

Hermione ate sparingly, her eyes occasionally darting to the teacher's table at the far side of the room. Her eyes lingered over Professor Standton who frowned at her and Professor Hawk who gave her a dirty grin. She looked away quickly, staring intently at her plate, fearfully that she might lose control and demand they take her there and then. Finishing her meal she rose from the table, not daring to again look at the teachers or anyone else in the room. She felt as if her face was burning like a beacon and if she looked at anyone they would see instantly every slutty thing she had done or would do. Head bowed she rushed from the Hall and made her way to her first lesson of the day.

The day seemed to drag at an interminably slow speed. It seemed to Hermione that several ice ages had passed rather than just the few hours that her watch showed and it was still only just coming up to lunchtime. Not feeling hungry, she avoiding going back to the Great Hall and snuck off to her bed, hoping she could at least make herself cum and release some of the pent up frustration from her body. However, when she got to her room, there was a surprise waiting for her. A plain box lay upon her bed with a small note attached. The note only contained two words - Wear this. Hermione frowned at this and opened the box. Inside was a beautiful, white silk dress. Lifting it out she also found a pair of matching shoes. She held the dress against her body and looked at herself in the mirror. The feel of the fabric in her hands was heavenly and as she looked at it she realised the garment would not allow her to wear underwear beneath it; not that she ever wore those things now.

But still, she thought, how sexy she would feel in this dress. All eyes would be on her. Every man who saw her would want her. The thought burned within her and after carefully hanging the dress up, she jumped onto her bed, her fingers dancing between her legs as her imagination showed her row after row of men lusting for her, each one taking her to the very limits of pleasure. She stuffed her fist into her mouth to stifle her cries as she came. She lay there for a few moments, panting and sweating. But the frustration had not left her. If anything she was more tightly wound now than before she'd started. Growling to herself, she dragged her body from the bed and stomped off back down through the common room and into the castle's hallways towards her afternoon lessons.

The afternoon seemed to drag even longer than the morning had. Hermione had more than once gripped her desk so hard her knuckles had turned white as she tried to force herself to concentrate on the teachings happening in the classroom. At one point she'd had to fight down the impulse to stand, tear off her clothes and demand that everyone of both sexes in the classroom have her there and then. Finally the end of lessons was signalled and she moved in silence down to the Great Hall.

Having missed lunch, her stomach grumbled at her and she helped herself to a few light items that would quench her hunger but not leave her feeling heavy or bloated for this evening. Once she had finished her meal, she returned to her dorm to collect her clothes for the evening and made her way to the Prefect bathroom and there she cleaned the day's grime from her body and scented her skin with some of the fragrant oils she found there. She washed and straightened her hair, it's normal frizzy look replaced with a smooth look as it fell down her back in waves.

She pulled the silken dress across her body, the feel of it against her naked flesh sending sparks of excitement through her mind. The garment clung to her curves and she regarded herself in the mirror. The whiteness of the dress put her in mind of a bride on her wedding day. But this would not be her wedding day or even her wedding night. She was about to submit to who knew how many men and they would take her over and over again.

She checked her watch, it was nearly 8pm but she had enough time to get to Standton's study. Giving herself a final look in the mirror, she fastened a cloak around herself to hide what she wore and headed out into the castle. Upon reaching the Professor's study she knocked and a voice answered telling her to enter. The study had changed from the last time she'd been here. It was in pitch darkness apart from a single pool of light in the centre of the room. Hermione could not see anyone else in the room with her, but she sensed there were bodies out there in the room's darkness.

"Step into the light."

The order had come from somewhere to her left and Hermione found herself obeying without even thinking.

"Remove the cloak."

Again, Hermione's body reacted to the voice before her mind could process what it was being told. The cloak fell from her shoulders to the floor and she stood there, looking like a radiant angel dressed in white.

"Do you know why you have been summoned here?" the voice asked.

"Because I'm a dirty slut who craves cock. I want to be fucked by every man here. I want you all inside me, over and over. I want you to cover me in your cum. I am here for your pleasure, please use me as you want." came Hermione's reply and she found that even she was surprised by the tone of her response.

She could sense the change in the room that her words had caused. There were men here and they were happy with what they had heard from her lips. There was a sensation of movement in the shadows but no one broke the line of where the light fell around her. She began to feel a little confused and concerned. This was why they were here, wasn't it? For her? To have her? Hermione's impatience got the better of her. She began squeezing her breasts, her nipples already hard and rubbing against the fabric covering them.

"Oh please. Please." she moaned "I need your cocks."

Again she felt the movements out in the darkness but still she remained alone.

"Would you like me on my knees?" she asked as she dropped to the floor. "Where you could make me suck your dicks."

She ran her tongue over her lips then wrapped it around two of her fingers before pulling them into her mouth to suck on them.

"Or perhaps you want me on my back?" she asked, her voice carrying a sweet, girlish tone. "My legs spread wide and my tight little pussy just waiting for you to fuck it."

As she said this, she slammed the fingers she had been sucking deep into herself, moaning loudly as she did so. But there was still no movement towards her. Frustration at this burned at her. Why did they wait?

"Or maybe you want me on all fours, so we can rut like beasts?" she said, flipping herself over. "My ass up in the air begging for you to stretch it with your big cocks."

Her fingers now plunged into her ass. She grunted and groaned as she slid them in and out. But still, she remained alone.

"Please!" she begged "Please fuck me! I can't take this any longer! I need you to do it!"

Still on her knees in front of them with her face pressed to the ground, her fingers pounding into her ass and pussy, she continued to beg them to fuck her. She promised them she would do anything they asked if only she could feel their cocks inside of her. Her eyes closed and she felt tears of frustration burn at them.

Then she felt them, strong heavy hands began to grasp at her body. Her breasts were cupped and squeezed and she moaned as each touch sent electric sparks through her being. She was moved onto her knees and she opened her eyes to see a forest of cocks pointing at her face. Her mouth opened inviting the nearest one to slide between her lips. She moaned as he did so, the musky taste filling her head as she sucked at him.

The first cock was pulled from her mouth but was quickly replaced by a second. Her arms were lifted and her hands directed to wrap around other cocks, but she never seemed to have them in her mouth or hands for very long before they were replaced by another. To Hermione, it seemed like these men were still teasing her and denying her what she desired. She increased her efforts at sucking the dick in her mouth, hoping that she could make this unknown man cum and somehow take back some control over this situation. But her concentration was broken as she felt more hands against her body, this time exploring over her backside and between her legs. She felt two strong fingers press against her clit and begin to move in a circular motion while at the same time another finger probed at her puckered asshole.

The heat of her desire rose through her and even though the silk dress she still wore was light, it felt cloying and restrictive across her body. Silently she cursed herself for not removing the dress when she began trying to tempt the men to break into the circle and take her. However, her focus swiftly returned to the cock in her mouth and the fingers that were bringing her closer to her first orgasm of the evening. The dick between her lips began to twitch and Hermione was sure the man was about to cum and give her the first taste of sweetness for the evening. But before she could even begin to prepare for it, the cock was pulled from her. As before another replaced it, but Hermione followed the movement of the first man as he moved away and lifted a chalice. He placed it below his waist and she saw his body judder. Why had he cum into a cup and not in her mouth? But she barely had time to ponder this question before the fingers that were manipulating her pussy caused her to experience her own orgasm and the man and the cup were put from her mind.

On and on they went, Hermione would suck or jerk their cocks but never receive the reward for her endeavours. Each time it was snatched away and the man would cum into the cup instead of her. She could not gather her wits to comment or complain about this however as there always remained hands that caressed and fondled her body, driving her wild with ecstatic lust. She had given up trying to count the number of men around her, the way they moved in and out of the shadows and the sensations she was experiencing muddling her mind.

Eventually, her hands no longer gripped cocks and the final cock was removed from her mouth. The hands and fingers that had played and explored over her body had also withdrawn and in her exhausted stated she still found the energy to moan sorrowfully at their absence. Blinking she realised the men had all retreated back out of the pool of light and she was once again alone. Her head bowed as though she was about to let forth a terrible wail of distress and despair that they were no longer touching her when she saw that the chalice had been placed in front of her. It contained a pale, white liquid and it took Hermione a moment to realise what it was she was seeing.

This cup before her, it was filled with the seed of all the men here. She lifted it to her face, the scent that wafted up filled her nostrils and she moaned at the musky odour. An urge filled her being and she lifted the cup to her lips, feeling the warm liquid begin to pour slowly into her mouth. Deeper and deeper she drank, wanting to drain the chalice of every last drop. It was hers, she had earned it and would savour it. Her lips flashed around the rim of the cup and she scooped out any that would not pour of its own volition, sucking greedily at her fingers so as to not waste a drop. She smiled up at the shadowy figures on the edge of the pool of light. Her tongue flicked over her lips in a hopeful attempt to make sure she had swallowed every drop given to her.

There was movement in the shadows and suddenly the hands returned, grabbing at her. This time, however, these hands were rougher and Hermione felt herself being pulled back and forth. She heard a tearing sound and felt cold air against her bare skin as the dress she wore began being ripped from her body.

She was pushed onto her back and felt her legs be pulled apart. Before she could say anything one of the men was on top of her, his hard cock pressing against the outer lips of her pussy. He slid into her easily and Hermione arched her back as she accepted him. Her hips bucked to meet each of his thrusts and her arms wrapped themselves around his torso to give her better leverage to get more of him inside her.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" she screamed.

The stranger obliged her with long, deep strokes. She would gasp in amazement each time he bottomed out in her and whimper with sadness when he pulled back before gasping again as he slammed home. She felt a sudden movement and he had managed to turn them both over so that now she was on top of him.

She felt a slight sensation of discomfort as a second stranger pushed himself passed her tight asshole and joined the rhythm of the first. Hermione was in heaven. Here she was sandwiched between two strange men, their cocks fucking her holes in endless bliss. They hadn't even spoken to her, she was just holes for them to use for their gratification. The thought made her feel dirty but at the same time, she was aroused by it.

"Oh god! Fuck me!" she cried. "I'm your slut. I'm your whore. I'll do anything you ask. Just don't stop."

The men surrounded her and she reached out and grasped two more cocks, one in each hand and pulled them towards her mouth. She seemed to draw strange nourishment as she sucked on each in turn. An almost unquenchable hunger now gripped her and nothing but every cock in the room might suffice to fill her.

The cock in her left hand spasmed and fired across her face. She felt his hot and sticky seed running down her face as she released him only for him to be replaced by another. She felt the man in her ass also shoot into her and she moaned as he removed himself. Again and again the men around her interchanged as they came, either into one of Hermione's holes or across her face and body.

Her body ached at the exhausting acts she indulged in but she could not, would not stop. The hunger in her still burned brightly and she pushed on taking cock after cock, her hair soaked with sweat and cum. The smell of it drove her wild and onward she pressed screaming and moaning as she was used again and again.

Eventually, her energy gave out as a single man took her from behind. Her face pressed against the cold floor as he finished, shooting a huge load into her already well fucked and filled pussy.

Hermione lay there in a pool of sweat and cum. She tried to breathe deeply to refill her lungs. Her throat burned with soreness from a combination of the different cocks that had filled her airway and her own screaming and moaning as the men had used her. Her eyes closed and she fell into a dreamless sleep.

The first light of dawn crawled through the dormitory and touched Hermione's face like a gentle kiss. She stretched and turned over. Her mind turned to the previous night and her activities but other than a slight stiffness and soreness in parts of her body there didn't seem to be any evidence that what had taken place was nothing more than a wonderful dream.

Sitting up, she stretched again and her eyes fell on a parcel next to her bed. Curiosity got the better of her and she pulled at the wrapping. With surprise she removed a book, similar to the one she had found in Ron's room but that was nothing compared to the surprise she got as she opened the book.

On each page, she saw herself taking part in various different lewd acts. Men surrounded her but their faces were obscured somehow but her own features stood out clearly. A note fell from the book on to her lap. Picking it up with shaking fingers she read the single sentence written there.

Enjoy your new fame.

Hermione's mind raced as she thought about what this meant. But then the idea of people seeing this book, seeing her doing those things and she felt the sparks of excitement. She lay back on the bed and stared off into space as her mind's eye showed her all the potential adventures this could bring to her.

Hermione couldn't help but grin at all of this and determined to meet it all and enjoy whatever came her way.