Sensations of Shemales: The Abstinence Curse

by FanfictionWriter101

Returning for their fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry and his friends are eagerly anticipating continuing to explore the sexual world that Hogwarts provides whilst Hermione continues to search for the remaining enchanted sex-trinkets listed by Aphrodomina. Yet Professor Umbridge's appointment at Hogwarts stands in direct opposition to their sexual desires, pushing them to the brink.

12. One-Shot: Making Use Of The Malfoys

Author's Note: Merry Christmas, one and all. I hope you are having a very festive day, or simply just enjoying a moment of relaxation. As per usual, I have prepared some festive smutty treats for folks to enjoy when spending time with family becomes too grating.

However, before we get into the smut, a little house keeping. For those of you unaware, this website finally decided to remove one of my stories, that being my Christmas countdown story. With the removal of this story, I've decided to shift my focus elsewhere, namely, over to Archive of our Own. I just can't rely on this website not to just suddenly wipe my content. I will continue to upload to this website until I am no longer allowed to, however, if you want to keep up to date with my stories going into the new year, please go over to Archive of our Own. I have the same user-name over there.

You may want to head over there before reading this one-shot as this one-shot is a continuation of some of the perverse snippets that were included in my daily countdown. So, you may want to read 'The Christmas Cock-Lover's Contract' before reading this one-shot. The other one-shots are similarly continuations of other snippets, so they might make little sense without the context. But I figured I should upload them here anyway just to keep people informed.

I hope you enjoy!

One-Shot: Making Use Of The Malfoys

Madam Rosmerta was a woman with a singular vision. Some would say that she was a bit of money-centric woman, given her proclivity for business endeavours and some rather sultry side-hustles. And whilst she would often refute such claims, she was simply unable to deny that she was the very embodiment of those monikers today. After all, an opportunity had presented itself. She had been given unrequited sexual access to none other than Narcissa Malfoy. That sort of control over a member of the Malfoy family was practically a license to print money. People would pay an extraordinary amount of money to make good use of Narcissa Malfoy. As such, once she had milked her own satisfaction from the busty blonde, she marched the bound and now gagged woman through the halls of Hogwarts in search of a more appropriate place to set-up shop. In doing so, Rosmerta came upon yet another golden opportunity. Following the sounds of rhythmic smacking, she peered into an ajar room and spotted none other than the Malfoy Patriarch on his knees, being roughly used and abused by a woman donning a strapon. The fury in her swings suggested that she too held a distinct grudge against the Malfoy family, or at least Lucius, and so it wasn't difficult at all for Rosmerta to coax this mysterious domineering woman, soon identified as Mrs Granger, into joining her in whoring out the heads of the Malfoy family. Mrs Granger readily agreed, though not particularly out of spite. Rather, she was captivated by the alluring sight of a naked Narcissa Malfoy. She was stunning. And this limp dicked Lucius had somehow managed to marry her. Narcissa kindled a lust in Mrs Granger, one that she could only see to fruition by joining Rosmerta's crusade. As such, the two women marched Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy out into the corridors, tugging them along by their leashes. It didn't take long for them to settle on an ideal place for them to put the Malfoys to work, but upon arriving, they came upon a sight that only served to send unparalleled euphoria through Rosmerta's already giddy head.

As they entered the classroom in question, they came upon Draco Malfoy and his personal piece of ass Pansy Parkinson, being roughly used and fucked by Mr and Mrs Weasley, the power and ravenous impact of their thrusts only serving to intensify Rosmerta's assertion that people would pay good money to give it roughly to the Malfoys. Leaving Narcissa's leash with Mrs Granger, Rosmerta strode over to the Weasleys, putting on her more persuasive tones as Mrs Granger tugged Narcissa towards herself, groping and fondling the beautiful blonde, treating her like a proper piece of whorish eye-candy. Narcissa was ashamed to have to stifle moans of personal approval as her power was stripped away and her body used for its physical allure. It was a fantasy of hers. As a powerful woman herself, she was considered to be strong and domineering. On the surface, she was the ruthless Malfoy matriarch, but below the surface in her deepest perverse fantasies, she was a slavering cock-slut, silently wanting to be treated as such. As humiliating at the experience of being tugged around on a leash was, her cock throbbed hungrily in approval. She had never wanted to fulfil her most perverse family because of the damage it would do to her name, but now that she was living it in all its glory, she didn't want it to stop.

Needless to say, both Molly and Arthur Weasley were easily swayed by Rosmerta, with a deal being struck. For the purposes of their deal, each of them owned one of the Malfoys for the duration of this session. Molly owned Draco, Arthur owned Pansy, Mrs Granger owned Lucius, and Madam Rosmerta owned Narcissa. The four of them all agreed that they would each have free unrequited access to one another's pets, whilst Rosmerta managed outside clients to come and fuck their toys. They'd each take a share of the profits and would have as much time as each of them wanted with their collection of Malfoy toys. Narcissa's cock quivered as she overheard the discussion, with she and her family being talked about as if they were nothing more than slabs of meat to be sold at auction. Once the deal was sealed, they went to work. Positioning four tables in the centre of the room, they quickly bent each of the Malfoys over the desks, binding their arms and legs to the four legs of the chairs. Their heads were all facing inwards the centre of the four tables, meaning each of them could look one another in the eyes and see just who was fucking their family members. Draco was opposite Pansy, with Lucius staring deep into his own wife's eyes. Their asses were perfectly poised for anyone to walk in and slide balls deep into, with just enough room for people to slide into the centre of the tables and make use of an open pair of lips.

Admiring their handiwork, there was a small lull in movement. The four dominators were uncertain how to proceed. It wasn't for a lack of options, but rather an overwhelming amount. The number of perverse ideas that sprung to mind from all four of them about how best to use the collection of tight holes in front of them was immense. Eventually, both Arthur and Molly made the first decisive moves in a rather expected way. Molly immediately strode around behind Lucius whilst Arthur planted himself behind Narcissa. The two Malfoys looked into one another's eyes, a vast difference of thought passing through their heads. Lucius's heart sunk at the prospect of his stunning wife being anally fucked by the fat, insipid oaf that was Arthur Weasley. Even though he and his wife had a… complicated relationship, the sheer humiliation of his wife being used like that was mortifying to him. Yet, Narcissa looked at the plump curves of Molly Weasley as she positioned herself behind her husband, her rotund figure towering over Lucius with such commanding prestige. It was an enthralling sight. Narcissa had left Lucius bound earlier in the hopes that he would be paired someone ravenous and domineering. Someone like Molly Weasley. As much as she tried to maintain her husband's personal feud with the Weasley's, Narcissa couldn't help but silently anticipate the moment that Molly would claim her husband's arse as her own. Not only that, but Narcissa eagerly awaiting Arthur driving inside of her, purely because she knew how abhorrent Lucius would find the experience of watching his wife get defiled like that. Narcissa had no love for Arthur Weasley, but she even less affection for her husband. And knowing that having her ass ploughed by Arthur Weasley would infuriate her husband to no end gave her cock a few shivers of delightful pleasure. Grasping his cock-head, Arthur easily pressed it against Narcissa's hole, driving his cock forwards with hungry power, his entire length sinking inside of Narcissa in a matter of moments. Arthur looked at Lucius's face as he watched his wife get claimed by his mortal enemy. That look alone on Lucius' face was more pleasurable to Arthur than the tightness enveloping his length. But nothing could compare to the moment when Molly plunged her cock into Lucius' ass. Pain, pleasure, defeat, shame, shock, confusion, panic… They all flashed across Lucius' face as he conceded to Molly Weasley's thick and throbbing length.

Madam Rosmerta decided to take Pansy for a quick spin before beginning her more active pursuit of additional clientele for the Malfoy's to service. Spitting a mouthful of spittle onto Pansy's already agape hole, Madam Rosmerta silently thanked whichever Weasley was responsible for leaving the young girl's arse in such a pliable state. Easing the head of her cock inside of Pansy, Madam Rosmerta let out a soft groan of approving pleasure. She was still suitably tight. She was a little surprised at how little a reaction she got out of Draco. Having been at the mercy of Molly and Arthur Weasley, Draco was completely drained of any spirit. He lazily glanced up at his girlfriend, seeing the beautiful Rosmerta pounding into her from behind and ultimately let his head slump forwards again, not bothering to even look Pansy in the eye. Pansy however, was more spirited than any of them, fighting against her bonds as she gritted her teeth and begrudgingly allowed her ass to be carved into. She was less against the use of her own holes and was rather more averse to the domination of her darling boyfriend. She watched in fury and anger as Mrs Granger sauntered around to Draco, the woman letting her hands roam across his young, pliable body. Pansy recognised the muggle bitch as Hermione's mother, further spurring Pansy to wrestle helplessly against her bindings. Having been informed who each of their fuck-toys was, Mrs Granger felt a raw, perverse excitement. Not only was she able to show the bigoted Lucius Malfoy his place, but she was also poised to use his darling son. However, it was Pansy that incurred more excitement from Mrs Granger. That desire to fight and defend her boyfriend. Admirable. If misguided.

Wanting Pansy to have a front-row seat to her use of Draco, Mrs Granger stepped into the middle of the table, threading her hands through Draco's thin hair. Clasping his head tightly in her hands, Mrs Granger looked over her shoulder, making sure that Pansy was given a good view of her wiggling arse as she buried Draco's face into her pussy, absolutely and completely smothering the boy in the gleaming dripping arousal of her soaking pussy. Moaning loudly as she drove his limp tongue into her snatch, she planted one of her feet on the table, spreading her folds apart and allowing her to rock her hips back and forth, driving and grinding her slippery folds across the sharp, pointed features of Draco's face. She could hear Pansy writhing behind her, frothing at the mouth as she watched a filthy muggle smear her cunt across her beloved Draco's face. Similarly, Lucius was disgusted by the sight of his own son being used for the relief of someone as inferior as Mrs Granger. She, however, adored those feelings. Each buck of her hips sent Draco's nose driving along the central cleft of her slit, her arousal gleaming across his pale face. He didn't fight back and actually extended his tongue, albeit in a half-hearted and defeated manner. Still, It was enough for Mrs Granger to use, allowing her to sink his tongue all the way up to the hilt inside of her pussy, moans escaping her lips as she overexaggerated the personal satisfaction she got from using Draco in this manner. Reaching forwards, she firmly clapped one of her hands against his ass, groping and squeezing his taut, somewhat toned cheeks, threatening Lucius with the prospect of her driving fingers inside of his beloved boy's rear end.

In the end Mrs Granger couldn't help herself. Planting both of her hands onto Draco's ass cheeks, she slid several fingers from both of her hands in towards his asshole. Much like Pansy's hole, Draco was already prepared for something much larger and thicker than a couple fingers. As such, Mrs Granger was able to effortlessly slide three fingers from both hands into his once clutching hole, hooking them right up to the knuckles within him, all before using this new anchor point to drive her glistening folds harder against his face. Her pussy was practically smothering his face with Mrs Granger using the fingers in Draco's ass to pull her crotch firmly forwards and create a tighter seal between his face and her cunt. Naturally, with a few moments of getting into position, she hooked two additional fingers inside of Draco, leaving only her thumbs out of his hole to keep his cheeks spread. As the pleasure mounted and she became more consumed by the intense lust and desire welling within her, she found herself being driven more by a carnal lust to dominate and humiliate as opposed to pursuing her own pleasure. As such, she began to thrust her hips back and forth, roughly humping Draco's face with his dripping folds. The sound of slick smacking flesh filled the room as her pussy collided with Draco's limp features, the impact beginning to redden his face as arousal and slickness gleamed across his cheeks and chin. Humming loudly as she pounded her crotch against his face, Mrs Granger looked behind herself to the mortified expression on Pansy's face, an expression that was only broken through and softened by the occasional grunt that came from Madam Rosmerta fucking her in her hole. Similarly, Lucius was staring at Mrs Granger in shameful horror, his teeth gritted together as Molly Weasley jack-hammered her meaty cock into him, pumping and pounding away at his defenceless hole. Only Narcissa saw Mrs Grangers movements as her son getting a lesson in perverse humility. Whilst she would of course have hoped that this never happened to him at all, she couldn't help but acknowledge Draco needed put in his place somewhat. She had hoped to deliver that lesson herself, but the intense hammering of a muggle's pussy against Draco's face was as good an alternative as any other. At least that's how Narcissa' justified her twitching cock whenever she looked over at Draco.

"Clean me off, bitch boy," Molly growled softly as she plucked her cock out of Lucius' asshole, gave his ass a firm spank, before sidling around in front of him, presenting her cock to his tightened lips. She had been balls deep in his ass and Lucius felt no desire whatsoever to surrender to her wish. Keeping his silence, Lucius let out a loud grunt of surprise as Molly held him his head and lifted her cock upwards. Dropping it down against his face, the sheer weight of her length smacked audibly against his face, eliciting a slight twang of pain as a red streak formed across his face. Holding her cock herself, Molly swung it to her left, letting it slap across his face again, this time causing his mouth to open as he winced. Taking the opportunity, she plunged her cock inside, managing to force his jaw open with the sheer width of her length. As soon as she had the tip inside of his mouth, she had complete control over his throat. It was just a matter of time before he melted beneath the pressure. Thrusting forwards, she jammed the head of her cock against the entrance of his throat. Fighting vehemently, he kept his throat closed, even as the gagging back. His face became a deep and flustered red as he spluttered helplessly, saliva dripping down his chin. He had started off confidently, fighting against the oncoming pressure with a firm resolve. Yet Molly just didn't stop. The same level of pressure remained focused against his throat. Soon enough, his gullet gave away and Molly had her cock buried balls deep in the sloppiest, wettest, tightest throat. A throat that plagued by the spasming gags of his pitiful defiance. It was a pleasurable victory to say the least.

Plucking her own fingers out of Draco's ass, Mrs Granger drove her pussy more wildly against his face for a final few seconds before turning towards Narcissa. She stared at the Malfoy matriarch, expecting the same stoic defiance from the woman. However, Mrs Granger was pleasantly surprised. Narcissa looked left and right, making sure that neither Pansy nor Draco were paying attention to her. Confident that she wasn't being watched, Narcissa opened her mouth and extended her tongue, looking up dutifully towards Mrs Granger. The two shared a silent, understanding look. It was one of shared pleasure. Shared intent. Shared lust. Mrs Granger could see in Narcissa the fact that the blonde enjoyed this. And that she was merely putting on enough resistance to fool her family. Sharing a small nod of agreement, Mrs Granger and Narcissa lunged together. Pinning her pussy against Narcissa's face, Mrs Granger cradled the blonde's face tightly against her crotch. Tightening her fingers just enough to give any onlookers the impression that she was roughly forcing Narcissa against her pussy, Mrs Granger felt Narcissa's tongue dive eagerly along her slit, weaving hungrily amidst her folds. To the rest of her family, she looked like she was fighting against her treatment, yet the hidden fury of her tongue betrayed how enthusiastic she was about lapping at a muggle's quivering pussy. The taste was a whole new world. A delicious sweetness, paired with an overwhelming warmth. And the constant unravelling of deeper folds. Her pussy was a cornucopia of delights. A part of Narcissa wished she didn't have to play pretend so that she could explore more carefully, yet she was forced to pretend that the pussy in front of her disgusted her and that the cock in her ass wasn't one of the most pleasurable fucks she had in recent memory.

Taking charge as her libido mounted, Mrs Granger pulled her pussy away from Narcissa's face, proudly holding the blonde's make-up smeared into the light so that her husband could see a muggle's juices trickling over her well used face. Grinning, Mrs Granger drew Arthur's attention, and encouraged the redheaded man to help flip Narcissa over onto her back. Unbinding the blonde, the two rolled Narcissa onto her back, all the while keeping her sprawled across the table. Seeing what was happening, Molly decided to join in on the group fucking of Narcissa whilst Madam Rosmerta pulled her own cock out of Pansy's ass, a trickle of cum leaking from the young girl's rear end as the enterprising barmaid crossed over to the door of the room, intent on starting to make some money out the Wizarding world's most reviled family. With Molly, Arthur and Mrs Granger all circling around her, Narcissa was unable to hide lustful arousal. The size of the Weasley's cocks and the pure erotic drive in Mrs Granger's eyes spoke to her on a primal, carnal level. She wanted to surrender to them all, be owned by them all. Her holes were theirs; her cock was theirs. To hell with her family. To hell with her husband. Her desires and arousal spoke for her in that moment, and she let out a hearty, pleasure-consumed moan, her body quivering anxiously in anticipation for what was to unfold. In Narcissa's mind, she wasn't in the same room as her family. She was alone with these domineering strangers, their cocks, and cunts ready to use her in all manner of perverse ways. The erotic pull of being used like a slut given her position and prestige was beyond delectable.

The first person to take their place using Narcissa was Mrs Granger, with the muggle unceremoniously clambering on top of Narcissa's body. Swinging her legs either side of Narcissa's hips, she reached down between her body and grasped the veined cock of the buxom blonde. Angling it upright, Mrs Granger brushed the bulbous tip along the cleft of her soaked pussy, gently smacking the bulging cock-head against her gleaming folds. She did this whilst staring down Lucius, the man abhorred by the fact that his wife's cock was about to be sheathed inside a filthy muggle pussy. But before he could object, Mrs Granger sunk her hips downwards, piercing her dripping cunt with Narcissa's throbbing cock. Immediately, Mrs Granger let out a loud, pleasure-consumed moan. Her pussy thrummed with pleasure as she was stuffed to the brim. Narcissa had the best cock out of the Malfoy family. A proper girthy slab of delicious meat that gave Mrs Granger that perfect amount of pleasure as it swelled and twitched within her depths. Easing herself right down to the base, Mrs Granger moaned happily as their crotches were pressed snugly together, their wispy pubic hair intertwining as Narcissa's cum-laden balls lightly smacked against Mrs Granger's full and juicy arse. Not wasting a single moment, Mrs Granger began to bounce up and down, happily pounding her pussy down upon Narcissa's length, filling the air with the loud, orgasmic moans of the two of them. Narcissa made no secret of her own pleasure. The warm, wet, tightness of a pussy was a pleasure she had long since wanted to savour and the experience only proved to her that she had waited too long to find one. The ravenous slamming plunges of Mrs Granger's hips down onto her body only further ignited her lust towards the woman. Mrs Granger was powerful even as she drove her pussy down onto Narcissa's cock. Even though being penetrated was often a submissive position, Mrs Granger did so with such elegance and command that Narcissa was able to savour her own submissive fantasies and allow her cock to be used.

"Well Lucius… How does it feel knowing your wife has the better cock out of the two of you? At least she can make a girl cum, unlike you," Mrs Granger chastised, happily taunting and teasing Lucius as he wrestled against his bonds. Watching his wife willingly submit was the worst. They were the Malfoys. The height of the wizarding world. They didn't submit, they dominated. She was disgracing them. They were ironic thoughts to have given that Lucius' chastity cage wasn't placed there by any of the ones dominating them, but rather, placed there by his wife.

"I'll bet when it came to the two of you spurting out Draco, you were the one that drank the pregnancy potion and got knocked up. Fucking pathetic," Molly goaded as she strode around to Narcissa's legs and spread them apart, slapping her cock down against the woman's once puckered asshole. Guiding her cock into Narcissa's awaiting hole, Molly thrust forwards, carving deep into the woman without even the slightest bit of resistance. Plunging into the hole that her husband had lovingly loosened for her, Molly began to pound happily away, giving Narcissa the treatment that she had previously given Draco and Pansy. Unlike the two of them, Narcissa was able to take Molly's cock at such a blistering pace, her anal ability almost serving as a challenge to Molly. The redhead had managed to break in both Pansy and Draco with such ease, so she relished the opportunity to bend someone a little tougher to crack. Holding her by her thighs, Molly swung her entire body into each thrust, the resonant impact reverberating through the entirety of Narcissa' curvaceous body. Her breasts jiggled wildly, her nipples steadily hardening to erect peaks. Narcissa could feel her ass cheeks lightly clapping against the wooden table beneath her, her flesh bouncing in response to each deep thrust. Molly was pummelling into her quivering, clutching ass, driving peals of pleasure through her supple body, eliciting deep gravelling gasps of pleasure from Narcissa. Gasps that were swiftly silenced by Arthur Weasley.

Deciding that his cock had had enough treatment, Arthur took advantage of the fact that Narcissa's head was dangling over the edge of the table, facing upright. Turning around to face the direction of Lucius, Arthur lifted his hips and dropped his ass downwards, spreading his cheeks apart and smothering Narcissa between them. Doing so elicited a snarl of anger from Lucius, a snarl Arthur quickly silenced by jamming a spare ball gag into his mouth. As he did so, Arthur let out a deep moan of pleasure as Narcissa went about tending to his asshole, her tongue curling and flicking against his puckered entrance with a surprising enthusiasm. It didn't take long for Narcissa to pierce the tip of her tongue willingly and happily into Arthur's ass, driving it right up to the hilt, teasingly flicking it back and forth against his throbbing, thrumming prostate. His cock leaked pre-cum as he softly jerked off, delighting in just how eager and enthusiastic Lucius' wife was to devour his ass. Once again, Narcissa was just glad for the opportunity to hide her excitement over the situation. Being able to muffle her moans whilst also exploring a tight asshole was delightful. Especially with Arthur's juicy ass cheeks proving to be a perfect cover to hide just how giddily her tongue was bouncing back and forth. Her moans were naturally intensifying as her cock was buried repeatedly inside such a clutching, tight pussy, and her ass was gaped and stretched by such a monstrously veiny shaft. Needless to say, her orgasm was on the horizon, but It wasn't anywhere as near as the Weasley's.

Molly was surprised to be taken to orgasm so easily by Narcissa. The eroticism of the moment was too much for her and she ploughed her cock deep into Narcissa one last time, leaving behind a thick, creamy surprise for whoever was next to take the Malfoy matriarch for a much-needed spin. Pulling her cock out, Molly checked the time and cursed softly beneath her breath. Hastily, she went for her clothes, getting swiftly dressed as Arthur rocked his hips back and forth across Narcissa's face. Similar to Molly, he was driven to his end by the erotic nature of the situation, causing his cock to spasm and twitch in his hand. Several thick jets of cum erupted from his cock, flying through the air and painting Lucius. Grinning as he lashed several more strands of cum across his mortal enemy's face, Arthur finally let the last couple drops leak down onto Narcissa's features beneath him before swinging his legs to the side. Looking around for his next source of pleasure, Arthur spotted his wife getting dressed and quickly realised what she was doing. The Weasley family had planned to meet for dinner that evening. As much as Arthur wanted to stay and use the Malfoys more, he also knew that this was likely to be the only time the entire family would be together for some time and as such, he joined his wife in getting dressed. Checking that they were modest once again with nothing exposed, they stepped towards Mrs Weasley, keen to say goodbye to a fellow pervert.

"It's been a pleasure. Hermione's a lucky girl to have such a… spirited mother," Molly smiled, snaking a hand behind Mrs Granger's neck and pulling her into a deep, intimate kiss. The two had talked a little in the Great Hall earlier, but it had been small-talk. Molly was always surprised how close a bout of sexual perversity could bring people. It built bonds better than any form of conversation. The fact that the two of them could so comfortably weave their tongues together like this without so much as a moment's hesitation was proof of just how close a shared kink could bring people. Pulling their lips apart, they stared lustfully into one another's eyes, that lustful stare almost acting as a silent promise. A silent promise that this wasn't over just yet. They would see each other again in all their erotic, lust-driven, passionate glory.

"And Ginny must never get tired of you two," Mrs Granger complimented, never missing a beat as she slammed her pussy down onto Narcissa, moaning as she was speared in two by her delectable cock. It felt a little empty to Mrs Granger. Rosmerta had disappeared and as such, Mrs Granger was left with countless playthings and possibilities of sexual delight. There were a seemingly endless number of ideas in her head and no one but the Malfoys to share them with now that Arthur and Molly were leaving.

"If only. Give 'em a run for their money for us will you," Mr Weasley smirked, thinking wistfully of his own daughter, a pang of perverse arousal running through his still erect cock. Taking his wife by the hand, the two of them made their way over to the door, waving Mrs Granger goodbye.

"They won't walk straight for a year," she called out to the two of them as they pulled open the door and stepped outside. Mrs Granger watched as the two Weasleys disappeared, yet the door remained open. Confused, Mrs Granger saw Madam Rosmerta reappear, holding the door open with a perverse grin. Mrs Granger's eyes widened in enthusiastic delight as the barmaid forced open the second door to the classroom, unveiling that a rather sizable queue of people had begun to form outside, all of them craning their neck to see if what Madam Rosmerta had promised was actually real. When they laid eyes on the naked bodies of the Malfoys, restrained and free for use, excitement began to grow even more, with word spreading. With a smile, Madam Rosmerta held out a hand expectantly, her lips pulling wider into a grin as the first person in the queue handed over a small bag of galleons. With an encouraging pat on the arse from Madam Rosmerta, the guy entered the room, rubbing his hands together as he tried to decide who he was going to take for a spin.

Letting a handful of people in at a time, Madam Rosmerta made sure to keep a modest line outside the class-room, both to stir up some anticipation, but also to make sure that people would be curious enough to see what was going on as they passed. Besides, there were only a couple places that people could make use off. There wasn't anyone particularly remarkable in the first group that came in. Mostly just a variety of students that had a bone to pick with the Malfoys for having bullied them throughout the years. As such, Lucius managed to go unscathed, with only a girl from Hufflepuff begrudgingly taking his ass for a spin after all the more popular spots were snapped up. Pansy and Draco were the centre-pieces of years of personal frustration towards the family, prompting smaller lines to from behind each of them as they waited for their turn to fuck their bullies into submission. Pansy gritted her teeth and did her best to maintain her composure as she was verbally degraded, being called a slut and a whore. She couldn't go a few minutes without someone firmly spanking her ass cheeks or hooking their fingers into her mouth and stretching her cheeks wide as she was fucked from behind. Draco, still exhausted from Molly's treatment, had his body manhandled, spanked and bitten in ways that only served to highlight how despised her was. Narcissa, whilst not being the focus of the more vitriolic students, was still a popular choice, both because Mrs Granger was astride her demonstrating her cock-riding prowess and because Narcissa was an attractive woman with an amply curvy body. People were also keen to give it Malfoy's mum, knowing full well that they would be able to use that against him. Fucking Narcissa was pretty much a guaranteed way to stop Malfoy bully them. Draco wouldn't exactly have much ground to stand on trying to bully someone who could just as easily turn around and remind him of much of a drooling quivering slut his mother was when they fucked him. As such, it didn't take long at all for Draco, Pansy and Narcissa to all have cocks in their ass and mouths, the students happily pounding away at their defenceless clutching holes, all the while Rosmerta counted out the coin she was earning from whoring out her little fuck-pets. She always imagined owning a little whorehouse in the upstairs of the three broomsticks. She also thought she'd make for a good pimp or madame. A proper peddler of ass.

Mrs Granger was glad to be joined by such virile young students, all of them displaying just as much enthusiasm over fucking their collection of restrained fuck-dolls. Mrs Granger was particularly delighted as a Gryffindor student straddled Narcissa's chest and began to pump his cock back and forth between those creamy mounds, the boy happily spitting several mouthfuls of saliva down into her cleavage in order to lubricate his cock. However, it was once again the moans of pure delight that were coming from Narcissa that sold Mrs Granger on the whole experience. Despite being tied up, Narcissa would have loved to do this on the regular. She and Mrs Granger had an understanding. They knew that the perversity they were both experiencing was born of innate desires. Innate desires that they had had to stifle for so long. Narcissa hungered for it. Hungered for so much more than she was getting. Mrs Granger planned to see this fuck-session through to the end. Not because she wanted to see the countless people fuck the Malfoys, but because she wanted a moment together with Narcissa at the end. A moment where she could encourage Narcissa into a more open acceptance of her submissive ways. Mrs Granger could almost imagine keeping Narcissa as a submissive little fuck-pet. An eager cock-sucking slut that would tend to her and her family at her command. It was almost too erotic of a fantasy to dwell on as just thinking about it was enough to elicit a deep, quivering orgasm from Mrs Granger, her pussy spasming around the veiny cock buried in her depths.

She wasn't the only one reaching her climactic end. As her pussy convulsed through an orgasm, she felt Narcissa's cocks suddenly erupt inside her, sending several thick strands of well-earnt cum pouring into her clutching pussy. Keeping Narcissa's cock inside of her for a few moments, Mrs Granger rocked her hips back and forth until the final beads of cum were milked from Narcissa's length, before rolling off the side of the blonde. Before Mrs Granger could get too far, a student grabbed her by her ass. Planning to slap the hand away and turn them towards the proper entertainment, Mrs Granger was startled as a girl dropped to her knees and buried her mouth between Mrs Granger's thighs, her talented tongue diving into her cum-filled pussy, licking clean the built-up load that was buried inside her. Before she could protest, two more students arrived either side of her, clasping their lips onto her ample breasts, biting, licking and nibbling at those soft supple teats. These students had been enthralled by the erotic movements of the muggle woman and as such waited for her to finish so they could lavish her with their tongues. Staggering to the side of the room, Mrs Granger allowed the treatment to unfold as she clung to a nearby wall, enjoying the feeling of having three tongues gliding across her sensitive skin, lapping and curling across her most intimate areas. She had developed a fondness for the magical world over her time at Hogwarts and she couldn't help but delight in the fact that these were some of the most pleasurable experiences of her life. And what's more, she had a front row view of the continued defilement of the noble Malfoy family. She could see it in all its glory.

It didn't take long for word to spread around Hogwarts, with rumour and gossip sparking upon everyone's minds. Most people were quick to dismiss the speculation as mere fantasy. It wasn't a well-kept secret that most people hated the Malfoys, but surely no one would be bold enough to rent them out as a collection of holes. However, a few more curious individuals were quick to follow the rumours to the source, discovering for themselves that it was all completely true. As such, the queue outside the classroom grew exponentially, with more and more familiar faces waiting for their turn with the Malfoys. One such individual was Millicent Bulstrode. One of the chubbier members of the Slytherin house, she found herself at the mercy of ridicule from even those she considered a close friend. Pansy had been her friend from the moment they met on the first day of Hogwarts, yet as time went on, her more attractive friend began to grow bitter and mean, largely as a result of spending so much time with her beloved Draco. Soon enough, Millicent was only there to be mocked, an increasingly frequent occurrence when Pansy became sexually active. It became increasingly grating hearing about Pansy's frivolous sexual exploration, with the girl never shying away from the details, all the while maintaining the derisive bitter tone that made her sound as if she thought she was better than Millicent. Standing by the doorway, Millicent felt the years of pent-up frustration bubble over, prompting her to thrust the bag of galleons hastily in Madam Rosmerta's hands and stride confidently into the room.

At first, most people stifled laughter as Millicent entered, with hushed whispers about this being the only way she'd ever get laid. Needless to say, those whispers only kindled her frustrations even higher. Stripping her clothing away, she ignored the snorts from a nearby Gryffindor when her squat, somewhat uneven breasts bounced free. Exposing her cock, she gave herself a few strokes before marching over to Pansy. Brutishly knocking the Ravenclaw girl away from Pansy's ass, Millicent took up position behind Pansy, leaning forwards to her once best-friend's ear. Grabbing Pansy by her dishevelled hair, Millicent snarled in her ear whilst guiding the head of her thick cock towards Pansy's well-used and well-prepared asshole.

"Get ready to be fucked properly… You're always talking about how marvellous Draco's cock is… You're going to learn what marvellous really means…" Millicent snarled in Pansy's ear, before sharply slamming her hips forwards. It barely took even a slight amount of pressure to send her cock carving into Pansy's ass, her crotch pummelling into Pansy's little round ass cheeks, her entire body shuddering from the momentous weight of the thrust. Millicent heard the murmuring around the room fall silent as they stared at her, the tremor of her thrust echoing throughout the silence.

"Millicent? Please… help me…" Pansy croaked, looking over her shoulder and seeing her friend mounting her ass with a fiery passion in her eyes. There was an air of trepidation in the room. A slight… fear. As if people had finally taken notice of Millicent from that single, powerful, commanding thrust. She felt high from that feeling, with Millicent turning her gaze away from the people watching her and focusing on putting on a resonating show. Pulling her hips back, she rammed herself forwards, the pounding smack causing people to jump a little, watching the sheer driving power of Millicent's thrusts. Needless to say, each echoing smack caused assholes across the room to pucker with people experiencing that impact second-hand.

"Oh I am helping you. Helping you remember your place…" Millicent growled, wrapping Pansy's hair around her hand and using it to anchor her thrusts, pulling firmly back on her scalp with each thrust, allowing her to plunge deeper into Pansy's body with each push. Pansy's ass cheeks were beginning to burn a deep red, the continuous smacking of skin on skin taking its toll on her. Glancing down beneath Pansy, Millicent burst out into a snorting laugh as she saw the shrivelled nub of a cock that Pansy had spent years boasting about, "Ha! You talk a big game, but my pinkie finger's bigger than your dick. You're all talk Pansy…"

"You always were… a… fat… ugly… bitch," Pansy sneered. She had experienced a brief flicker of hope in having a friendly face behind her, yet as soon as that withered away, she returned to her defiant snarling, gritting her teeth, and trying to retain as much control as she could as her ass was whored out to anyone with a few galleons to spare.

"Yeah, maybe that's true… But at least I've not got a queue of people waiting to show me just how much they hate me," Millicent grunted, lifting a hand and sharply spanking Pansy, the cracking sound once again sending shudders through those onlooking, with most people now looking at Millicent in a new light. She was happy to turn on her own friend and use her ass with such fierce intensity. All the while putting Pansy in her place. It made people quite conscious of the remarks they had made in the past, with people beginning to wonder how long Millicent's memory was now that she had discovered a newfound confident presence.

"You'd not get a single person waiting to fuck your misshapen ass," Pansy snapped back, unwittingly humiliating herself by bragging about how many people were waiting to fuck her full of endless streams of cum. In her blind spite, Pansy neglected the fact that Millicent's juicier than normal cock had been pounding against her prostate, grinding it in a way that the previous couple cocks simply hadn't been. As such, Pansy's softened cock was beginning to shudder on the edge of an orgasm.

"But at least I've got a big enough cock to make someone cum…" Millicent retorted, unknowingly getting beneath Pansy's skin. Pansy had never made Draco cum with her cock. He wouldn't let her. The idea that Millicent Bulstrode of all people had a more substantial cock than her was mortify, especially as her remark was accentuated by Pansy's cock spasming into orgasm, sending several thick streams of cum pouring down her thigh. Feeling Pansy's arse clench around her cock, Millicent peered beneath Pansy and erupted into laughter, intensifying her thrusts with rabid fury and using the resonant pounding smacks to enunciate her final bellowed remarks, "You've made a mess of yourself… Seems you love this. Fat! Ugly! Bitch's! Fat! Ugly! Cock!"

Millicent fell silent as she slammed her cock into Pansy's ass one last time in tandem with her shouting 'cock!'. Her silence didn't bring about her orgasm but was rather just her focusing on making good use of Pansy's ass. She did so for a surprising length of time, demonstrating a rather striking stamina. Her initial bout of thrusts had garnered the attention of the entire room, yet as she fell into her rhythm, so did the others around her, with most people only casting stray glances over at her as she claimed Pansy entirely to herself. Pansy's torment wasn't over, however. Her ass was being broken in; her body bent to Millicent's whim. It was time for someone to prod at her emotional strength. And the person to do that came in a surprisingly familiar form. Gritting her teeth as Millicent ramped up, Pansy stared straight ahead at Draco, at the sight of her beloved boyfriend. Seeing him getting fucked was torturous, yet his face was still so soft and tender. It warmed her heart and calmed her down. As such, she had a clear view as a figure strode into place behind Draco, a devious, devilish smile worn plainly on her black-lipstick painted lips. That crooked smile was so familiar to Pansy. It was her own. The figure standing behind Draco was herself. The spitting, intimate image of herself. The mole on the side of her hip, the exact length of pubic hair above her cock, the awkward way in which she slumped her back and rested on her heels. It was her.

She thought she was mad at first, but the snorts and giggles from around the room told her that this was on purpose. Someone had down a Polyjuice or something and was trying to mock her even more. But… but that was impossible, she realised. As she looked down between her mirror image's legs, she saw that the cock her counterpart was sporting wasn't a shortened stump of a cock. It wasn't a meagre and pitiful shaft. It was… modest. It was well-sized. It was a comfortable nine inches. A perfect nine inches. The cock that was between her legs looked like the most delicious and well-shaped cock she had ever seen. It couldn't be a Polyjuice potion because… Looking up into her own eyes, she saw that devilish smile once again; a smile that only a few people would recognise as Nymphadora Tonks. Tonks wasn't one to pass up a prostrated whore like this, but once she began to learn about the prospective holes for her cock to fuck, she began to devise a more involved plan. With Ron's help, she was able to learn about Draco and Pansy. Able to learn about Draco's callous disregard for her and complete lack of affection. Able to learn about Pansy's unending devotion, bordering on Stockholm syndrome. With a few rumours under her belt, Tonks slyly entered the room and spotted the crowning glory of her plan: Pansy's pitiful cock. A girl with a cock like that was undoubtedly self-conscious. She probably dreams of fucking Draco with a proper cock. Of pleasuring him with her own womanhood as opposed to bending over for another countless time. So it would be torturous to watch a mirror image of herself do just that. After all she had learnt about Pansy and Draco's malice, Tonks couldn't think of a more fitting way to punish the two of them.

"Hey baby… It's me… I've missed you so much…" Tonks moaned, draping her copy of Pansy's body over Draco's, pressing her soft skin against his, her breasts spilling gently against his shoulder-blades as she murmured in his ear. Fortunately for Tonks, Draco was in such a state of exhaustion, pleasure and pain, that he didn't question for a moment why Pansy's body was atop him when she was restrained in front of him. This worked for Tonks' teasing of Pansy, with her sultrily adding, "Are you ready for the most pleasurable night of your life?"

"Pansy? Babe? Is that you… Oh… I could do with a bit of pleasure," Draco groaned in a weak and hoarse voice, lifting his head just enough to speak clearly. Pansy opened her mouth to counter this and to condemn Tonks as a fake, but once again, fortune smiled on Tonks, with Millicent reaching forwards and slipping her fingers inside of Pansy's mouth, stretching out her lips and reducing her protests to muffled gargles of meaningless sounds.

"Of course baby… I'm gonna take good care of you like. Like never before. You've never experienced something like this with me. And you never will again," Tonks mewled softly, leaning upright and pressing her perfect version of Pansy's cock up against Draco's asshole, gently teasing his entrance, all the while staring deep into Pansy's panicking eyes. Draco had never let her fuck him in the ass. The sight of even a fake version of her about to mount Draco set her heart racing, her stomach tightening as she wished she could be the one.

"Pansy. You know I don't… like it back there…" Draco argued, a faint glimmer of hope igniting in Pansy's eyes as she prayed, she wouldn't have to watch as her own personal fantasy was played out in front of her, so tantalisingly close.

"Shush… You trust me, don't you?" Tonks whispered, lightly grazing Draco's shoulders with her fingernails. It was a playful scratch, not one that would elicit pain. One that was gentle and slightly intimate. Tonks hated being intimate with someone like Draco, but the squirming discomfort on Pansy's face made it worth it. To Tonks delighted and Pansy's horror, Draco nodded, relaxing himself in his delirium, willingly surrendered his asshole to her. Pansy began to pull against her bonds, defiantly trying to stop her copy from taking the one thing that she fantasised about, "Just relax. Let me and my perfect cock take good care of you."

It was all in vain for Pansy. Tonks pressed forwards, her cock effortlessly slipping inside of Draco's well-used and gaped ass, her hips swinging lightly forwards until her crotch met with his bony ass. Pansy immediately slumped forwards in defeat, watching not only as a copy of herself fucked Draco in the ass, but also as Draco himself began to softly moan. Tonks' abilities made her perfectly poised to turn Draco into a quivering butt-slut. Given that she could change the size of her cock on the fly, Tonks was able to perfectly fit her length to Draco's ass, adjusting the width, length and curvature to make it the ideal cock for Draco's pleasure. As such, instead of an ache, he was met with the perfect wave of pleasure as her cock danced just firmly enough against his prostate to elicit soft groans of pleasure. The effect his had on Pansy was delightful. Draco had protested having anything in his ass for so long, yet the moment an imposter came along with a nicer cock than hers, he became a quivering cock-slut for her. The only thing different was her cock. It made her soft, shrivelled cock spasm and shudder in embarrassment, her despising for her own cock becoming all the more intense. The look on Draco's face was one of pure ecstasy, an ecstasy she had never seen on his features before. And it was all framed by the slow thrusting hips of the despicably smug version of herself.

"You like that? You like that babe?" Tonks moaned, leaning forwards, and gently threading her fingers through Draco's hair, rocking her hips gently back and forth, making sure that each thrust followed his ass and milked him for ever last morsel of pleasure he had on offer, all the while glaring down at Pansy.

"Yeah… Oh, keep going… Don't stop…" Draco begged, his mind addled by the experience, turning him into a pliable little plaything, a perfect pawn in Pansy's torture. Those words. She had wanted to hear those words herself as she drove into his ass with this same loving intent. To see him mewl and beg for more as she tended to his most intimate area, plunging her cock into him to such intense effect. She couldn't even begin to delude herself into believing that her cock would elicit such a response from him.

"Mmm… You love my cock, don't you? Love it inside of you," Tonks moaned, her hands gliding down to his ass cheeks, gently fondling them as she adjusted her cock on the fly, letting it swell and engorge as his ass loosened, pushing him to new limits at a more approachable pace. That was one of the best things about Tonks cock. She could thrust into you with a small manageable length and then slowly build up until you were taking a gargantuan monster of a cock. But because she had the ability to slowly grow her cock, she was able to get people adjusted to that massive size with so much more ease, "You don't want any other cock? Only mine? What do you love about it?"

"Mmm… The size…" Draco moaned, Pansy's heart falling deeper into her stomach as she heard Draco say the words that she had long since thought to be true. Her cock felt a twang of embarrassment as Draco's cheeks softly reddened, his moans intensifying as he got more and more into the experience.

"You don't want a small pitiful cock? You want my nice, juicy one, don't you?" Tonks grinned lustfully, feeling her balls beginning to churn towards an orgasm. She could also feel Draco's ass beginning to have those initial involuntary clenches, the very beginning of his explosively orgasmic end.

"Yeah… Yes please…" Draco moaned, even beginning to push his ass a little harder backwards onto Tonks cock as his own length began to quiver. Suddenly, a spurt of cum escaped from the head of his cock, erupting along the underside of the desk and splashing onto the floor in the middle portion between the Malfoy's four desks. It splashed right in front of Pansy, her eyes widening as she recognised the look of Draco cumming. Tonks felt it more than she saw it, with Draco's ass clenching and spasming around her cock, managing to set her own orgasm into motion. Pumping a thick stream of cum into Draco's ass, she coated his prostate and depths in a sticky layer of her seed, moaning softly as she did so.

"Did you cum? You cum from my cock alone? Oh, baby… That means so much to me…" Tonks grinned, leaning her body across Draco's and hugging him tightly, staring straight into Pansy's eyes with a dead-pan stare, a burning bubbling hatred boiling in Pansy's body. Pansy's moment of self-conscious debate was over, and it was replaced with a deep-seated spite. Especially as her mirrored counter-part said, "I love you, baby."

"I love… your cock baby…" Draco blurted out before slumping back forwards in his defeated state. Those words burned hot in Pansy's mind. She wanted to feel sad. Wanted to feel humiliated. Those were her initial impulse. But… she just couldn't bring herself to do so. Unwittingly, Tonks had done Pansy a favour. She had broken the Slytherin out of her thoughtless infatuation with that shallow piece of shit that was Draco Malfoy. In that moment, Pansy wanted nothing more than to be unbound and ram an ungodly sized dildo into that… blonde git's arse. He wanted big cocks; he'd get big cocks…

"Be a dear and clean yourself up? Closest you'll ever get to this cock… baby…" Tonks purred as she strode around to Pansy's mouth, holding her softened cock by its base. Tonks made sure that her cock remained a modest size even when soft, yet even then, Pansy remained steadfast in her burning stare. Taking the opportunity, Tonks turned back to Draco, "Fine. Draco, baby? My cock's all sticky. Could you help me? I need to go put on your favourite lingerie and I don't want to get it ruined."

"Of course…" Draco murmured, opening his mouth, and allowing Tonks to slip her length inside, swilling her shaft back and forth around his mouth, ensuring that she cleaned herself completely in his thin lips. Finally, with every last bead of cum licked clean, she pulled her cock back out, letting it bounce softly between her thighs.

"See… He sucks my cock like a good little boy. Must be a bit of a size-queen, eh?" Tonks goaded, turning back into her usual self, her flashy pink hair lingering in Pansy's mind as the woman strut away, her shapely body bouncing in complete nudity. Before she left the room, Tonks turned back, giggling as she shared a look with Ron, who himself had been waiting and watching the entire thing pan out. Finally, Tonks left Pansy with, "Then again, it doesn't make you a size-queen just wanting a normal size cock, does it?"

Size-queen. Once again, Tonks left an impression on Pansy. Size-queen was a good word. She'd turn him into a proper size-queen. Gritting her teeth, Pansy allowed her ass to continue to be used by Millicent, toughing it out through every last thrust, all the while plotting her own personal little vengeance. Draco Malfoy; the slavering cock-slut size-queen. He deserved it… They deserved it. That pink-haired bitch deserved it. They wanted to treat Pansy like a worthless fuck-rag for humiliation, then she'd show them just how much they had her misread. She just had to slog through the rest of this free-use bullshit. Her body might not be able to take it, but her mind was more resolved than ever before.

Given Pansy's ass had been occupied for quite some time alongside the lengthy occupancy of Draco's rear end by Tonks, the remaining two Malfoys were the only completely free holes for others to use, resulting in business slowing down a little for Rosmerta. But that was the least of her concerns. Suddenly, from around the corner, appeared a figure that sent shivers down her spine. Not because she was inherently fearsome, but rather because in this situation, she was likely to be downright furious. Professor Minerva McGonagall. As word had spread, it naturally found its way into the ears of the Hogwarts professors. The Malfoys were being whored out. It was a rumour that McGonagall couldn't in her right mind just ignore. After all, two of them were her students. Albeit, troublesome and somewhat despised students, but students, nonetheless. As she marched down the length of the queue, every student waiting in it fell silent, bowing their heads out of fear of being reprimanded. Madam Rosmerta was the same, shying away as McGonagall stood next to her. Peering into the room, the Professor confirmed her suspicions before pulling away entirely. She couldn't act on what she did not see. The price of her momentary blindness was simple. Leaning in to Madam Rosmerta's ear, Professor McGonagall murmured something that made the enterprising barmaid's eyes widening. Nodding enthusiastically in agreement, Rosmerta rushed into the room with hesitation, leaving McGonagall to eye up the students waiting in line with a beady expression. She couldn't judge them. Not with what she had planned.

Silence prevailed in the corridor for several minutes, with only the soft sounds of sex emanating from the room. Finally, Madam Rosmerta re-emerged from the room, clutching in one hand a leather leash. Tugging firmly on it, she pulled Lucius into the corridor, a collar now affixed firmly around his neck, his eyes blindfolded, and his naked body tactfully covered by a loose sheet. Handing the leash to Professor McGonagall, Madam Rosmerta thanked her profusely, before Professor McGonagall slyly deposited an ample bag of galleons into the bar-keeps open hand. For the woman's discretion, of course. Without another word, Professor McGonagall led Lucius along the corridor and out of sight, leaving Madam Rosmerta to her dubious business. Needless to say, the students who saw the Professor do as she did were stunned by the outcome, yet gladdened by the fact that Madam Rosmerta discounted their entry to account for their inconvenience and to ensure they remained quiet about Professor McGonagall's brief appearance. Minera led Lucius hastily through the corridor, making sure that no one was able to see her and her prize until she arrived at a rather secluded part of the sixth floor. Not many students at Hogwarts were aware of the teacher's lounge, yet in a quiet corner of the castle, a large resplendent lounge was available to the Professors to relax and socialise. Bustling Lucius inside, Professor McGonagall closed the door behind her, locking firmly before callously forcing Lucius down onto his knees. Shredding the sheet that maintained his modesty, she unveiled the presence of his chastity cage, eliciting soft chuckles from around the room, revealing to Lucius that he wasn't alone with the Professor. Peeling away his blindfold, Minerva revealed the true extent of his predicament.

"Welcome, Mr Malfoy. Are you aware of why you are here?" Professor McGonagall asked as he blinked his eyes and adjusted the bright light of the room. It took him a moment, but soon enough, he could see all the faces and figures in the room. Just shy of a dozen. All of them Hogwarts Professors and all of them… in varying states of undress. In fact, they were mid-undressing, stripping away their clothing, revealing saucy compositions of lacy lingerie and incredibly intricate undergarments. In attendance to this little gathering were Professor McGonagall, who was currently still swathed in her emerald, green robes. Next was Professor Sprout, whose plumper, rounder figure was fully exposed, the woman not hesitating to strip down to the very bare bones of her stouter figure. Madam Hooch had elected for a tight set of silver lacy lingerie, the garment composed of a bra, panties and set of stockings, all immaculately fitted to her toned body and embroidered to an immense detail. Madam Pince was in all black, sporting a tight black lace corset and a matching pair of panties, pulled high on her pinched waist. Madam Pomfrey, lacking time to change, simply wore her usual simple beige undergarments, fitting tightly to her plumper frame. Professor Vector was the most striking of them all, with her dark skin clad in a deep green ensemble of leather and latex, the cup of her bra shimmering in the shiny sheen of latex, her long slender thighs cupped tightly by a leather band of emerald, green, down from which a set of black fish-net stockings outlined her sumptuous legs. Professor Sinistra was taking after Professor Sprout, opting for complete nudity. Well… aside from a silver metal band fastened around her cock and balls. Her own personal cock-ring. It made moments like these so much sweeter. Finally, Professor Trelawny, having recovered from Umbridge's torment, decked herself in a simple, pale pink negligee, the woman squirming nervously in her comparatively less revealing clothing. Even though her throbbing erection was perhaps the most painfully apparent out of the lot of them. Baffled by the sight, Lucius was drawn back to Minerva who had begun to unbutton her dress revealing a deliciously perverse ensemble beneath her robes, "No? Well… I'll be glad to enlighten you. We, as the collective Hogwarts Faculty, have taken issue with a number of decisions you have made in exercising your authority as a governor. Needless to say, we thought it a prudent opportunity to voice our complaints… In person."

"You… You…" Lucius stammered as Minerva graciously accept Pomona's aid in disrobing, revealing a dark black set of unfathomably kinky attire. Minerva had dug this out specifically for this occasion. It was from her racier youth, but it still fit quite well. It was a shiny black latex leotard, with a ring cut around the crotch to allow her cock to flop free. Her pert breasts were made insatiably perky by the material, something which she hadn't felt in years. Her body looked decades younger as the garment pinched together the right parts and let other aspects curve and slow. She sported a pair of matching black elbow length gloves, her body propped up on shimmering black heels. Staring down at him from behind those thin spectacles of hers, her wide brimmed witch's hat sat slightly skewed on her head.

"I'll put it plainly, and believe me Mr Malfoy, in all my years of teaching, I have become quite adept in the tactful omissions of certain profanity in situations, yet in this moment, there are no better substitutes for the brutal, honest truth: We, Mr Malfoy, are going to fuck you raw…" McGonagall growled, encapsulating in that single expression the faculty's wide-spread frustration with Lucius Malfoy in particular. Every problem, every annoyance, every annoying intervention at Hogwarts could undoubtedly be traced back to his meddlesome self. And they had had enough. Finally, they had the prime opportunity to enact their revenge. It was a surprisingly haunting moment, looking up into Professor McGonagall's eyes, with Lucius shivering. He didn't realise the true extent of her hatred towards him. A hatred that allowed her to easily ignore the whoring out of two of her own students. That hatred was baring down on Lucius. And it was only exacerbated by the slow advance of the other Professors, each of them in possession of their own story of frustration. In this instance, Lucius was glad for his chastity cage, because the intense throb of pure arousal he felt being at the mercy of these lecherous professors was so intense. He was glad they couldn't see his arousal behind the cage, because if they knew that he was into this, they would have run him ragged. They would have kept him locked away in this lounge for their own personal use. They would have ruined him in body and in mind… And he would have loved every last quivering moment.

Oblivious to his enjoyment of this, the Professors and Madams surrounded him, forming a tight circle of throbbing, bulging cocks, their magnificent lengths showing the true majesty of the Hogwarts faculties. Needless to say, there was no hesitation in what followed. Madam Pomfrey was the first to act, grabbing Lucius by his lengthy locks and driving her cock between his shocked lips. Her cock effortlessly slipped into his mouth, his tongue getting caught against her bulbous tip as it streaked pre-cum against his taste-buds before descending deeper into his gullet. She didn't stop at his throat, and she considered the meagre tightening of his gullet to be barely an inconvenience. Firmly pushing past it, she slid right into his gullet, plunging all the way up to the hilt, smothering his face amidst her wiry grey pubic hair, her balls colliding firmly with his chin. Taking hold of his head, she began to roughly pump her cock back and forth, pounding hard into his throat, relishing the gagging splutters that came from his defenceless lips, his eyes bulging from the rhythmic power behind her deepthroat thrusts. Eventually, she pulled her cock free of his lips, smacking it against his cheeks and chin, smearing them with saliva before handing his mouth of to someone else. The only reason she stopped fucking his throat was because of the other teachers as opposed to him. She would have smothered his greasy lips in her hairy crotch for all eternity given a chance.

His mouth got handed off to Professor Trelawny, who was a little tentative at first, but quickly slipped her cock into his mouth, blushing nervously as the remaining teachers jerked their cocks off as they ogled eagerly. Mimicking Madam Pomfrey's movements, she eased her cock into his throat a little gentle, her balls casually striking his slickened chin before she let out a deep moan. The tightness of his throat was sensational. Unlike anything she'd felt before. After being so roughly treated by Umbridge earlier in the day, Trelawny admittedly felt a distinct catharsis in plugging his throat in such a way that caused him to gag and splutter. Experimenting with slamming her hips forwards and into his throat, she quickly found a taste for the rougher treatment, the various Hogwarts professors at her side cheering her on, slinging derisive comments down at Lucius, spitting on his chest and legs as she began to pound his throat. Leaning his head back a little, she began to properly skull-fuck him, hammering into his mouth in a sudden burst of relatively uncharacteristic fury, her balls slapping readily against his throat in a sudden rushing burst of intense pleasurable slickness. Eventually, she let him go, allowing her cock to slip free of his mouth as he toppled backwards, collapsing onto the floor in a breathless heap. The other professors cheered as they congratulated her on a good job.

The room filled with a raucous atmosphere, with the professors forming a firm camaraderie as they defiled Lucius Malfoy. Handing his mouth of from Professor to Professor, they all joined in coming up with particularly taunting comments, mocking his masculinity and cock-slut nature, whilst cheering and celebrating one another's particularly saucy acts. In particular, Madam Hooch received a round of applause and seemingly endless cheering when she was passed Lucius' defenceless lips and with a smouldering smirk, she turned around and presented her shapely, athletic rear end to him. As her fellow colleagues cheered, she firmly drove his face between her ass cheeks, guiding his tongue towards her asshole, encouraging him to plunge as deep as he possibly could into her clutching rear end. She didn't ease up, instead pinning him there until he had managed to rear her prostate, giving the sensitive bead a few licks with his tongue. Only when she was satisfied that he was sufficiently buried in her ass did she finally let him go, allowing him to fall backwards into the centre of the circle, his wide eyes looking around for the next mature woman to have his way with him. It was a heaven of some description. One that Lucius didn't expect to be in nor did he even fantasise about it. But he was glad for it, nonetheless. His cock-cage felt tighter than it had ever before, especially as his worthless lips were passed off to the juicy Professor Sprout.

Pushing him backwards, Pomona dropped unceremoniously and purposefully heavily down onto his face, lodging his features between her fattened ass. As she settled on her knees, her legs either side of his now smothered face, she let out a burst of laughter, joined by her teachers as she wriggled her hips back and forth, firmly seating him deep in her juicy ass cheeks. Lucius was completely stunned. At first, he was physically stunned by the sudden impact and rattling of his skull, but then he was stunned by the sheer volume of her round ass cheeks, with his lips struggling to navigate it all and find her puckered asshole. His mouth spent more time kissing and licking her plump ass than actually against her tightened hole. Lastly, he began to panic. He was completely enveloped. His breath began to grow thin as he gasped for air, the flesh having completely and utterly consumed him. With his hands still bound behind his back, all he could do was wriggle and fight, only resulting in further mockery from the teachers and more laughter from Pomona as she pinned him beneath her weight. His face reddened, his breathing became thin and raspy, and his oral ministrations fell by the wayside, ultimately resulting in Pomona rolling to the side and rising to her feet. Gasping for breath, he stared up through bulging eyes as Pomona kicked him gently in the side, "Can't even eat a girl's ass. It's true. You Malfoys are all about the cock."

Laughter followed as Lucius wriggled around on the floor, trying in vain to get back onto his knees. Eventually, McGonagall lifted her wand and levitated him into the air. Thinking he was going to be put back down, Lucius was swiftly proven wrong. Keeping him suspended, McGonagall spun him around so that he was bent over at the waist, his ass proudly pushed out and his legs falling down beneath him. With another wave of her wand, she sent him gliding towards her, her hand moving just in time to angle her cock upright. Perfectly timed, Lucius' ass rolled right along her cock, with Minerva sheathing herself right up to the base, his ass lightly clapping against her crotch. Moaning softly, she pinched his ass before silently setting his body in motion. Without any further input, his body was limply dragged back and forth across her cock, pumping her veiny length deep into his ass again and again. McGonagall stood with her hands clasped behind her back as Lucius was transformed into an oversized fleshlight, with the other Hogwarts professors moaning as they jerked themselves off, relishing the perversion of it all. The dehumanisation of the set-up was distinct. In that moment, he was nothing more than an asshole. His legs, body, arms, head were all just limp accompaniments to his hole; a hole that solely existed for McGonagall's commanding pleasure. Needless to say, her cock was singing with perverse satisfaction, to the extent she had to cut her turn short out of fear of cumming too soon.

"Wands out ladies. He's all yours," was McGonagall's instruction, with the professor retreating to a small nearby couch, reclining to watch the spectacle. Professor Vector was the first to lay her hands on Lucius, flipping him over so he was laid on his back in the air, his legs spread. Once again, her cock was angled perfectly so that as he soared towards her, she sheathed right into his hole, burying balls deep into his ass. Unlike McGonagall, Vector opted for sharp shallow thrusts. She made it so that Lucius only moved about an inch, with a small, miniscule portion of her cock escaping his ass. But she moved him at a blistering pace, to the extent that Lucius' grunts and groans were muffled, interrupted by the rattling of his own body from the pounding pace of his body being used. Vector pinched Lucius' cage covered cock, pulling it tightly outwards until it ached before letting it ping back into place, his cock settling its newfound hardness. Of course, she was quick to further tighten the cage, restricting his cock even further and ensuring that even the slightest erection had his cock throbbing agonisingly up against the metal bars. After a few more minutes of rapid pace short fucking, Vector also passed the man off, taking a seat with her hand in her cock. Most of the other professors joined the first two in sitting down, their cocks in their hands.

The only two to remain upright were Professor Sinistra and Madam Pince, both of whom stood facing one another with Lucius suspended between them. They positioned themselves so that Lucius physically couldn't have their cocks in both his mouth and ass at the same time. His body would be dragged backwards and impaled on Sinistra's big black cock, causing his lips to pull right back to the tip of Pince's length. When he was shifted forwards, his gullet was stuffed with librarian's veiny cock, whilst Sinistra's would be brought right to the very entrance of his length. His entire body was shifted back and forth, impaled again and again, his holes used thoughtlessly. To Lucius' surprise and personal delight, attention began to shift away from him a little. Some unrelated conversations began to spring up across the room, with the professors talking amongst themselves, always keeping an eye on Lucius for visual stimulation and for possible opportunities to join in, but they weren't focused solely on him. He became the piece of ass for their personal little party, to be handed around for other people's use in the same way that someone passes a bowl of crisps around a party. He was becoming even less of a human in this situation, his body becoming nothing more than a plaything. Letting Lucius slump to the ground, Pince and Sinistra turned and made their way to the drinks table, casually pouring themselves a glass of wine as he lay crumpled in the floor.

With no one left to claim him, Professor Sprout and Madam Pomfrey ceased their conversation, glanced around the circle momentarily before deciding to have their way with him. Levitating him over to them, they guided his body over to the back of the room, still in full view of the rest of the lounging relaxing professors, but no longer the centre of attention. Bending him over a wooden horse, his balls separated by the wooden ridge of the triangular prism shaped object, Lucius had his asshole completely exposed. He watched as Professor Sprout rubbed her hands together eagerly before sauntering over to a nearby rack of sex-toys. Without hesitation, she grabbed the main attraction: A twenty-two-inch dragon cock replica. The monstrous toy was massively thick to the point of obscenity. It started manageable, but tapered into an engorged bulbous base, with spines running along the entire length. Bristles and jagged edges made it seem incredibly uncomfortable. It wasn't a smooth taper and almost had scaly portions where it was liable to catch on him. Gulping at the size of it, he watched as Professor Sprout lugged it down from the rack, having to use her leg to support it as she waddled it around behind him. And then… as if on cue. He heard the sharp ping of a pair of rubber gloves being snapped around someone's wrist. Looking behind himself, he saw Madam Pomfrey wriggling her gloved fingers with a suggestively devious look on her face. Internally, she was screaming excitedly. She had wanted to snap a pair of gloves and wriggle her fingers like this since she became a nurse, but it was considered unprofessional to do so in standard practice. But with the dragon replica dildo swaying into view, this could hardly be considered standard practice.

Drizzling a plentiful amount of lube onto her fingers and onto Lucius' ass, Madam Pomfrey pinched all five of her digits together and eased them into his already well-gaped asshole. It didn't take much wrestling with his tight ring in order to slide her fingers into place. As soon as she had the tips inside, it was just a matter of pushing. Needless to say, Lucius' ass was hardly in a place to resist this kind of treatment, with his hole stretching wide apart and allowing her to force the rest of her fist inside of his ass. Once her hand was snugly inside, his once tight hole wrapped tightly around her wrist, Madam Pomfrey began to gape him, stretching him to an extreme extent to make the eventual plunge of the dildo into his ass go all the easier. With her other hand, she began to hook her fingers into his hole, pulling her hands in opposite directions, until her asshole was primed and ready. Professor Sprout drizzled the rest of the bottle of lube over the tip of the cock, clumsily massaging it in before guiding the shaft towards his asshole. Struggling to handle the toy, she eventually managed to get the tip into place.

Working together, both Madam Pomfrey and Professor Sprout displayed an unnerving amount of expertise in making this a reality. Pomona pushed the toy forwards, using the gaped space that Pomfrey created. Seating the very tip of the toy inside of Lucius, Pomona pushed inwards as Pomfrey eased her hands out, allowing his ass to snugly tighten around the tip of the cock whilst allowing Pomfrey to escape. Peeling the rubber gloves off, Poppy aided Professor Sprout in pushing the toy forwards, watching, or rather, hearing, as Lucius' face contorted in pleasurable agony, his insides being rearranged with every veiny inch of that monstrously detailed cock that shifted inside of him. He could feel his body sliding along the thin edge of the wooden device beneath him, with his ass resisting the toy. That was until Professor McGonagall appeared in front of him and used her own body to brace against the forward plunge of the toy. With her in place, the toy began to get more ground in Lucius' ass. It was only four inches at this point, but the cock was so large that frankly that was more than he had ever taken in his life. The toy was about to reach that first scaly outward flare and the widest portion of the toy so far. His lips parted in a permanent silent groan, his eyes bulging wider out of his eyes as the sounds of intense exertion from behind him became louder than his own meagre sounds. And then… pop.

The toy suddenly plunged into him, with his prostate being ground to an instant dust, his ass being pushed to its limits. He thought that his body would be torn in two, but the moment the two suddenly slipped forwards, it disappeared entirely. The relief was instant, his body collapsing forwards as his ass steadily began to tighten. He was far from puckering, but he was spared most of the damage. McGonagall had caused the cock to disappear the moment ti slipped inside, knowing full well that it would tear his asshole in two. She despised him, but she knew that involving legitimate medical attention in this soiree of theirs was only going to cement their culpability. Pomona and Poppy were admittedly a little disappointed. They were yet to see the toy so deep in someone, yet the look on McGonagall's face revealed it all. Leaving Lucius in place to recuperate a while, the ladies returned to drinking curt sips of wine and leisurely talking as if this was just a regular day in the lounge. There was no reason for them not to give Lucius a breather. After all, it's no fun fucking an immensely loosened hole. The tightness was what made it a joy. Eventually, however, attention turned back to Lucius in the form of a meek, but rather inquisitive Professor Trelawny. That momentary burst of dominating confidence had been a rush. A pure rush of delight. So she was keen to explore a little more. And with Lucius bent over at the waist, she had her opportunity.

Approaching cautiously, she gently brushed her hand against his pale ass cheek, watching as it bounced springily back into place. Glancing over her shoulder, as if nervous she'd be seen, Trelawny lifted a hand and sharply spanked Lucius, all the while checking she didn't get caught. Again, she lifted her hand and cracked it firmly against his ass, moaning softly as she watched his once pale creamy skin ignite with a fiery red. Another spank blistered against his ass. And another. And another. She became a little consumed by the experience. The sting burning in her own hand, the fiery red hand-prints laced intricately across his ass, the spry bounce to his ass that came with each layered spank. She kept going. She didn't hesitate or even stop between spanks. She deepened the reddened colour of her skin, turning it a darker and darker shade, unleashing her inner suppressed lust and desire for a more confidant dominating mindset. She became so consumed in the moment that she didn't realise that someone was now beside her. She was only snapped from her haze when a hand caught hers by the wrist, holding it in place. Immediately, as Trelawny looked up, the strong spanking confidence she held withered away behind a trembling lip. She still felt a little out of place. Sure, this whole party was for dominating Lucius, but she didn't want to do so in an out of manner way. The hand that had caught hers belonged to the dark-skin of Professor Sinistra, the woman wearing a perverse smile. Before Trelawny could quiver away into oblivion, Sinistra raised her other hand.

In it was a paddle. A leather paddle. A fresh, un-used leather paddle. It was still firm and unbroken in. Confused, Trelawny took the paddle when it was thrust into her hand, with Sinistra swiftly retrieving a second one. Standing behind Lucius, Sinistra raised the paddle and brought it soaring down against his ass at such an intense and palpable speed. Trelawny even gasped as the resonant smacking sound filled the room, her cock trembling from the arousal that came from such a speedy and painful sounding strike. A second paddle strike followed the first, this one more intense and eliciting a squeal from Lucius as he gritted his teeth. Looking expectantly at Trelawny, Sinistra watched eagerly as her newfound spanking protégé took the paddle in her hand and lifted it behind herself. The resulting paddle-strike was a strong first crack, with the leather singing against his skin in such satisfying way. Once again, that first paddle-strike was enough to win Trelawny over, spurring her and Sinistra to work in tandem together, layering paddle-strike after paddle-strike against his defenceless ass cheeks, the dark red colour now throbbing beneath his skin. When they finally pulled away, breathless and content, his ass was fiery hot to the touch, their paddling proving to have a long lingering effect on his ass.

"I think it's time we wrap things up. We've all stayed refreshed this evening. We should offer the same to our guest," Professor McGonagall announced, waving her wand and bringing their pathetic little sub-slut to the centre of the room. Sitting him down between them all, McGonagall began to jerk her cock. The lust and erotic satisfaction of such a splendid evening sent her cock spasming into orgasm, lashing several thick streams of cum across Lucius' face. That was the proverbial starting gun for cum-shots, with each of the other teachers emptying their balls amidst a cavalcade of rhythmic jerking sounds. Strand after strand of cum painted across his face, trickling down his chin and onto his chest. A few of the Professors prised his lips open, ensuring that he swallowed their sticky offerings. Professor Vector emptied her balls happily onto his face before using her bulbous cock-head to smear it across his features, smacking it against his eyes. Amidst the streams of cum being deposited, it was very easy to miss the fact that a ninth offering of cum had appeared amidst the Professors offerings, with a trickling source of cum leaking from Lucius' cock-cage, the innate satisfaction of his evening being worn plainly in the soiling of his own body. Finally, with all eight of the faculty members satiated, they left Lucius to himself crumpled on the floor, soaked in their cum. It didn't take long for the teachers to unceremoniously get dressed and disappear out the room, keen to put some distance between them and their misdemeanour. Soon, only McGonagall, Sprout and Pomfrey remained.

"Mr Malfoy, you'll be glad to know we have no further use for you," Professor McGonagall smiled curtly, her lips drawn into a wider smirk than usual. She had good reason to smile. She had had a very pleasurable day. And one of immense cathartic relief.

"You'll let me go then?" Lucius murmured, a strand of cum leaking down his chin as he forced himself up onto his knees, staring through blurry eyes at the shape he assumed with McGonagall. In his somewhat blinded state, he was unable to notice the smirk on the Professors lips.

"You mistake me, Mr Malfoy. We have no further use for you. However, I regret to inform you that there is one person who sincerely wishes to voice their complaints in person. Needless to say, he has one… very big complaint in mind," McGonagall smiled, throwing the door open. Lucius heard the footsteps first. Heavy, lumbering footsteps. And then the wider, gargantuan shape of a hulky presence appeared in the doorway, followed by the revelation at the hands of McGonagall's sly words, "He's all yours Rubeus."

"You… you intend to leave me with half-brained oaf… A half-breed… pig!" Lucius spat forgetting himself and the position that he was in. Those words sat deep in Hagrid as he stepped forwards. In truth, Hagrid had hesitated about this, but Professor McGonagall had sought him out specifically. After all, Hagrid had one of the more personal interactions with Lucius Malfoy's malice. An interaction that cost him a close feathered friend. That memory burned hot in Hagrid's mind. He didn't find Lucius particularly attractive. Hell, Hagrid wouldn't consider himself attracted to men at all. But in that moment, he felt a throb in his loins. One that was born of frustration and a desire for revenge. That was all Hagrid needed to make this experience satisfying and worthwhile.

"Funny how the malice of the Malfoys seems to override their logical sense of preservation. It must be a point of insipid pride," McGonagall smirked, turning away just in time to avoid Hagrid unbuckling his belt. She could hear him behind her, dropping his clothing, with Lucius howling for help as the size of Hagrid's throbbing member became incredibly clear to him, "Professor Sprout, shall we?"

"Erm… on second thoughts, I'd quite like to see how this pans out," Professor Sprout commented, watching as Hagrid effortlessly hoisted Lucius Malfoy into the air. Where the professors needed magic to manhandle Lucius, Hagrid was quite capable of literally manhandling him, positioning his wriggling body in place above his cock and impaling Lucius in a single thrust. Needless to say, Lucius fell silent remarkably quickly.

"I'm somewhat curious as well. On an… anatomical side. Purely academic," Madam Pomfrey added, finding the brief glances of Hagrid's manhood to be a rather interesting spectacle. An even more interesting spectacle when she realised that he had sheathed that entire length into Lucius, up to the hilt, in a matter of seconds. No doubt the effect that had on Lucius would be an interesting observation. At least that's what she tried to tell herself. In truth, it was her now renewed throbbing erection speaking and the silent hope that Hagrid would have enough stamina for two. Three if she knew what Professor Sprout was like.

"You know, given my previous outburst of unprofessional language earlier, I shall take this opportunity to say something decidedly improper that I've wanted to say for a long time," Professor McGonagall smirked, stepping past the two of them and out of the door, "You two really are the most insatiable sluts I know."

"Says the woman who paid for a discrete delivery of a high-ranking governor for their own personal pleasure," Professor Sprout retorted. Given their performance that evening, there was very little to suggest that they the entire Hogwarts faculty didn't fall into the definition of insatiable sluts, "I dare say… we're all guilt of being insatiable."

"We chose the wrong profession for it," Professor McGonagall added, turning, and making her way down the corridor, leaving the two of them to their perverse evening of delight. She had had her fill, but she definitely wasn't going to stop them.

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Back in Madam Rosmerta's make-shift brothel, she was watching the last couple clients make their final bursts of withheld stamina. Narcissa, Draco and Pansy were a complete ruin. Streaked in cum, saliva and sweat, their husky breaths bordered on desperate gasps as the final splashes of cum were added to their sticky coat. With a beaming grin, Madam Rosmerta urged the last students out, finally putting an end to the Malfoy's use. She was quick to unfasten their bindings, not that any of them made any sudden attempts to move. Exhaustion had set in and they were a stone's throw away from falling asleep. As Madam Rosmerta turned to leave, she spotted a fourth body slumped up against the wall, with two others flanking either side. Smirking, she nudged the central figure, rousing Mrs Granger from her slumber. The two students at her side had been some of the more attractive ones that became infantilised with the muggle woman. Their hands were threaded around Mrs Granger, clasping at one of her tits or nestled into her pussy. The three had collapsed in pleasurable exhaustion about half-way through the evening. Stretching as she clambered to her feet, she let the two students slump awkwardly up against one another before lazily pulling on a pair of discarded robes. They were better than nothing. With beaming grins on their faces, the two of them made their way out, leaving the Malfoys to recover in due time. As they wound their way through the corridors, Mrs Granger was quick to ask.

"What was our profit?" Mrs Granger asked, hearing the jangling of copious amounts of money on Rosmerta. The bar-keep was glad that she kept a bottomless bag on hand. It came in handy for keeping tips throughout a night, especially given how cumbersome magical money could be.

"I was hoping you forgot about that," Madam Rosmerta smirked. She would have been sitting pretty on a rather sizable profit if she didn't have to split it a fair number of ways. At least she could hope the Weasleys had forgotten. Plucking a particular red bag of money from her waist, she handed it to Mrs Granger, "I've not counted it out yet, but… That tip was specifically for you."

"For me?" Mrs Granger asked, curious as to why someone would tip specifically for her. She didn't do anything. Sure, she got a little handsy with people, encouraged them to fuck the holes on offer, but she certainly didn't get very involved with many people aside from the two she woke up beside.

"For the pretty muggle chick's company. It seems that a lot of the patrons enjoyed just having you about as they had their fun. A more involved madame of sorts," Rosmerta mused, finding it humorous that Mrs Granger would have been the star for someone that evening.

"You sound like you're going to make me a business proposition," Mrs Granger commented, looking Rosmerta down as she raised her hands, guilty of the charge. Rosmerta could see money in Mrs Granger. Not necessarily as a whore herself, but decked in lingerie with an encouraging tone of voice?

"I'm just saying, there might be a lot of anti-muggle sentiment around, but some people are willing to pay for some muggle pussy," Madam Rosmerta chuckled as the two of them found their way to the guest quarters of the castle, eventually ending up outside Madam Rosmerta's room.

"I'll consider it," Mrs Granger scoffed sceptically. It was a nice arousing idea for a bit of perverse imagination, but she wasn't even going to think about legitimately playing that part, "What is the exchange rate on this magical money, anyways?"

"Tell you what, I'll divulge that information for a little company this evening. Apparently, you're the hot new-kid on the block," Madam Rosmerta suggested with a perverse smile. It only just occurred to her that she hadn't had a taste of what a muggle was truly like. Seemed a waste not to snap up the opportunity.

"It'll cost you however much money this is," Mrs Granger teased, playfully jingling the bag of coins. Of course, Rosmerta was quick to retaliate, hiking up the front of her dress to flaunt her thick cock, the sight of which was enough to woo a horny Mrs Granger. Twisting the knob to Rosmerta's chambers as she reached her hand out to grab Rosmerta's more sensitive knob, Mrs Granger pulled the woman into the room by her cock, giggling softly beneath her breath, "Or maybe just a bit of fun with suffice…"