This chapter is not for delicate sensibilities. Though why your reading this story I don't know…
This is of course a fantasy world where we can imagine all our dirty thoughts in a safe place.
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The girls eyes were liquid with trust and desire, I hoped they would stay that way once I started. I know she saw the images of womens nipples being subject to clamps in the book I gave her. I wondered if she was appalled or intrigued by the concept, right now she was going to experience the feeling of them no matter what her thoughts were.
I pressed my wand to her right breast and whispered the incantation. Invisible pressure was now bearing down on her nipple mimicking the feeling that a clamp would've done. She inhaled so sharply and threw back her head in shock and pain. I quickly applied to spell to her left nipple as well and watched her writhe around in response. I lowered my head onto her neck and bit down hard, no doubt leaving marks that would have to be concealed later. I whispered barely audible into her ear 'Breathe girl'.
She calmed a bit and started to breathe through the pain, remembering my previous promises of pleasure.
Now for a bit of narrating for the Dark Lords benefit, it was nearly too easy to forget the reason why we were here in the first place.
'Do you feel that whore? Can you feel the torture curse on those mud blood tits of yours?'.
The girl whimpered and struggled against her rope bonds holding her in place, she kept thrusting her hips upwards. To Voldemort it would just look like she trying to thrash against the forces keeping her in place, but to me I could tell she was anxious for some attentions to her lower half as well.
'This torture is just a taste of what will be inflicted upon you when the Dark Lord triumphs over your pathetic Potter, you should be grateful I'm preparing your body for whats in store for you in the future'.
I took my wand to her breasts and increased the pressure and she let out a shriek, tears were forming in her eyes.
'Make all the noise you want mud blood, no-one can hear you in here… Might as well make use of this filthy cunt of yours huh?'
Unzipping my fly, I lifted her school skirt up and yanked down her panties, soaked of course, lifted up one of her legs and thrust inside of her.
She immediately screamed out loudly, I could feel her pussy walls fluttering around me, the girl had orgasmed.
Pounding hard into her I made sure to put as much pressure on her clit as possible, I knew the combined feelings of the pressure on her nipples and friction on her clit would make for some intense orgasms for her.
I bit down again into the curve of her neck and felt her shudder against me again, I continued to labour inside of her, I could feel the pressure building up in my balls.
Just as I was about to cum I yanked her down on her knees and spurted my load on her face and tits, I slapped her in the face with my half hard cock, rubbing my cum along her lips….
Exhale….
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I was still shaking, the invisible clamps had made my orgasms feel almost too intense, my clit and nipples were throbbing with the amount of blood pulsing through them.
The professors semen was cooling against my face, I watched him hurriedly pull out his wand, ending the spell on my nipples and wrists as well as a cleansing charm to my face and chest.
He grabbed me and pulled to my feet again, massaging my arms to get the blood flow, blowing cold air on my nipples.
'Stay there'. He briefly disappeared from my side and I could hear him moving around jars somewhere in the storeroom.
He was unscrewing a jar now and I felt some cool salve being applied to my nipples, I hummed my approval.
'Good girl, this will help with any residual pain, you did well Hermione, I'm very happy with you'.
Pleasure and praise from the Potions Master? What a day!
He raised his wand again and muttered various incantations to restore me to former state, outside I looked the same, inside I felt at peace.
'Now go on, get back out there, I just need a moment to compose myself'.
'Compose yourself sir?'
'Yes I cant go out there with a massive smile on my face can I? Your classmates will think I've had a stroke'.
'I don't think any of us bar me have seen you smile sir, I promise it'll be our little secret'.
'It better be girl, least I get Potter, the entire Weasley Family and the Hogwarts board of directors out for my blood'.
I giggled at that, gave my person one last pat down, deep breath and disappeared through the door back into the classroom.
The bell rung then and the professor appeared then drawling at us our dismissal.
Harry was peering at me with concern, 'Are you alright Hermione? You look a bit flushed…'.
'Do I? Oh well Professor Snape was berating about nearly cross contaminating some of his ingredients, I was a bit close to tears actually'.
Harry shook his head as he helped me pack up my bag, 'Great git certainly likes to torture you Hermione'.
No doubt flushing further I muttered 'Of that we can agree Harry'.