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.

14. One-Shot: The Kitchens Of Hogwarts

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: The Kitchens Of Hogwarts

Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry is home to countless secrets and hidden spaces. To truly explore every aspect of the castle would take a life-time, with even the most diligent of explorers always finding something new behind the odd skewed tapestry. One place in the castle is strangely overlooked by most people, with the majority of students and teachers simply overlooking its existence. After all, what reason was there to question the ample supply of food that magically appeared in the Great Hall. The food never faltered or failed to arrive and as such, debating the presence of the kitchens wasn't worthwhile. Most people just trusted that the kitchens were somewhere and never thought about it further. However, those that did venture down to the resplendent, expansive kitchens below the castle would discover the army of house elves that ensured the day to day running of the castle. A simple folk, the average house elf at Hogwarts didn't ask for much and had their needs met. Most of the time… Much like how the witches of the wizarding world required sexual relief to avoid discomfort, the house elves required similar treatment. As magical creatures, their magical essence resulted in pent-up strain in their loins requiring the perverse relief the wizarding world had to offer. Unlike witches however, this relief only needed to be relieved once a year at most. And it just so happened that Aphrodomina organised her perverse game on just that day.

As such, the house elves of Hogwarts were driven to perverse heights, their libidos claiming them completely. It was with relief in their minds that they scoured the lower parts of the castle and laid their hands on any and all stray individuals who were lurking in their territory. Bound, gagged, and stripped, a healthy supply of tight holes were soon transported to the depths of the kitchens, ready for the house elves to have their fill. Amongst them, was Hermione Granger, a chance capture on the part of the house elves, but one that a great deal of the wrinkled magical creatures were glad to have found. A lot of them had a bone to pick with Granger over her misguided efforts to free them, and naturally, she would find herself at the centre of their avid fixations.

Being rolled of their cart, Hermione collapsed to the floor with a thud, feeling cold stone beneath her breasts as she pushed up to her knees. Breathing deeply, she heard several more thuds around her as other bodies were dropped down, revealing the presence of other people, "Is… Is anyone there?"

"Hermione? Is that you? What are you doing down here?" a familiar dreamy voice called out. Her tone of voice was immediately recognisable, with Hermione breathing a sigh of relief knowing that one of her best-friends was also in this predicament.

"Hermione? Oh my god… please tell me your blindfolded?" a male voice spoke, a certain panic his words. It took Hermione a moment to register the voice as she simply didn't think for a moment to consider that it belonged to her own father. Her nudity made her think that this was a sexual situation and as such, she couldn't even begin to consider her father in a sexual light.

"Luna? Dad! What on…" Hermione breathed, her words trailing off as her blindfold was pulled away from her eyes and the bright light of the candlelit room bombarded her eyes. It took her a few moments to register what was around her, but soon enough, she began to pass her eyes across the room, seeing the horde of over a hundred house-elves, all clamouring excitedly, clapping their hands together, their thick veiny cocks extending out from between their legs. There were so many of them. And their cocks were so unfathomably large. It must have been because of their smaller stature, but their seemed obscene on their smaller frames. Not only that, but the room was packed with other apparatus. There were wooden stocks for restraining people, sex-swings, whips, chains, all manner of BDSM gear and at the centre of the room, a large stage upon which a series of plush mattresses had been arrange, alongside piles of silk cushions and sheets. The room was little with smaller, less on display mattresses, all of them stocked with pillows and other soft objects, their purpose made explicitly clear. Any doubt about their predicament was completely shattered by the sight, with Hermione breathing softly beneath her voice, "Merlin's Beard…"

"If you lecherous little beasts don't let me, go right this instant, I will rip each of your ragged little ears off," a seething, furious voice snapped at Hermione's side, prompting her to look away from the rest of the room and to her immediate vicinity. She was kneeling in a large metal cage, surrounding by similarly naked individuals, all of whom had their hands fastened behind their backs. A house elf pulled everyone's blindfolds of one by one, unveiling the extremity of the situation. Hermione noticed Luna's awe-inspired face as she glanced around the room, displaying a childlike wonder as she revelled in her circumstances. Next to her was Hermione's father. A brief glance in that direction turned Hermione's cheeks a dark red as she spotted her father's cock. Immediately, the two of them bowed their heads, ignoring each other. Hermione looked to the source of the voice that had threatened the house elves and saw that it belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange, her wild black hair and pale naked body proudly in display beside her.

"I'd be careful with how you insult them. After all, you aren't meant to be in the castle at all. We are," Neville spoke, drawing Hermione's attention towards the round cheeked boy. He was kneeling across the circle with Viktor Krum and Cedric Diggory at his side, the three of the glaring daggers at Bellatrix.

"So? That doesn't change the fact that these monstrous fucking slaves will be letting me go!" Bellatrix bellowed, her voice echoing around the room. A moment of silenced suddenly swelled into a barrage of vicious insults being hurled back at her, with the house elves smacking the metal bars of their collective cage, their ire intensifying around the black-haired witch.

"Well, if we don't turn up, someone will come looking for us. No one will notice that you're missing if you aren't supposed to be here…" Cedric said with a smirk, watching as Bellatrix's fury faltered. She had snuck into the castle for the purposes of Aphrodomina's event. She hadn't told anyone where she went. Cedric was right. The house elves could keep her here indefinitely without anyone even thinking to check.

"I… I…" Bellatrix murmured, her lip quivering as she looked at the burning anger in some of the nearby elves faces, their cocks throbbing and twitching in her direction. She had made things worse for herself. To an extent that she wasn't entirely aware of.

"Hermy-own? Are you hurt? I will not let these things defile you… I will take…" Viktor professed, unwittingly causing Mr Granger to wince at the mention of anyone defiling his daughter. Squeezing his thighs together, Mr Granger tried to curb his natural arousal, hoping and praying his daughter didn't assume it was because of her that he was hard.

"Oh, spare your voice handsome. Ze house elf is a surprisingly enjoyable lover. Ze 'ave a rather intense energy. And zere are plenty of zem," Apolline Delacour interrupted as she looked around the room in anticipation. Hermione glanced in disbelief at the woman, unable to fathom that the stunning, buxom blonde would allow a house elf to fuck her. Little did Hermione know that Apolline handle the yearly relief for her own house elves personally and as such was well acquainted with the way in which house elves transformed from dutiful servants to lecherous, lust-fuelled sexual animals. Of course, her house elves were only a handful and as such she was a little daunted by the presence of such a large collective of them.

"I always wondered about them. Is it true that they are capable of multiple orgasms one after another without stopping?" Luna asked, inquisitively, enthusiastically eager to talk about her interests in house elves to someone of a like-minded disposition, even if it was a wholly inappropriate time to do so.

"Luna, you're not making this situation any easier…" Hermione forced through gritted teeth, noticing that Apolline was kneeling beside the still unconscious form of Rita Skeeter, her naked body still wearing the effects of Apolline's intensity. Before their conversation could ignite once more, they heard the cage door swing open and a group of house elves stride in wielding wooden sticks. Cracking the sticks against the bound human's asses, they urged them up onto their feet, continuing to snap their whips until everyone was up on their feet. Marched out in a line, Hermione immediately felt the wrinkled, callous hands of several house elves grasp at her ass cheeks, another house elf squeezing her breasts. She felt as if she was being pulled in several different directions, with a number of slickened cock-heads being loudly smacked against her skin, leaving splotches of pre-cum across her legs. The line of people were led to the centre of the room, upon which one of the house elves, jostled Hermione, and Bellatrix out of the line, whipping their asses until they made their way towards the central stage.

"You. Hat-making bitch. Up. And the one who called us slaves. The black-haired whore. Move," the house elf ordered, striking their exposed skin until they marched up onto the stage. The two of them were proudly on display at the centre of the room and able to see the vastness of the space. They watched as the rest of their friends were whipped across the room and placed in various positions. Apolline and Mr Granger were hoisted into sex-swings and positioned so their mouths and asses were on view. Cedric, Rita and Neville were locked away in the stocks, their hands restrained and their holes free for use. Viktor and Luna were both fastened to simple wooden chairs, their arms restrained behind them, their cocks sitting firmly upright for any so inclined to make use of them. At first, they thought they got it easy, just having their cocks used, by they were going to be fucked ragged and raw by the end. Bellatrix and Hermione were the star attraction, with the vast majority of the house elves crowding around the stage, jeering them as if they were a pair of strippers. That was the idea after all. The house elf that had jostled them into place, cracked his whip against each of their arses one last time, bellowing his orders, "Dance for us. Dance! Sexy. Dance sexily!"

"I will not whore myself out for you entertainment. I…" Bellatrix sneered as her bonds were cut loose. With her hands freed, she turned with a furious glint in her eye, preparing to raise her hand and smack the house elf aside. However, she froze in place as she was immediately blinded. Not by a spell, but by the sheer bright glow of every single house elf in that room raising a hand and preparing to cast at her. They held bubbling lightning in their grasp, directed at her. Silence fell in the room, with only the crack of electricity as they threatened to bombard her with an army of lightning bolts. Needless to say, the message was conveyed, and Bellatrix shrunk back, turning curtly towards Hermione as the room began to liven up, "Mudblood…"

"Black-haired whore…" Hermione spat back, massaging her wrists as the two of them were left alone on the podium, uncertain as to how to proceed. They began to lightly sway back and forth as if dancing to invisible music, but there was nothing sexy about their awkward uncertainty. They didn't even dare touch one another.

"This… isn't going to end well for either of us," Bellatrix grumbled, glaring at the lecherous beady eyes of their onlookers. Watching so many house elves jerk themselves off to their movements, expecting them to put on a perverse display for their amusement… it was humiliating. And erotic… so damn erotic.

"At least we… at least we aren't actually being used by them. Unlike… Skeeter," Hermione murmured, casting an eye over to Rita who had immediately been plugged from either end, with house elves pummelling her throat and ass mercilessly. Her eyes had finally opened as she was drooling saliva down her chin, her breasts and ass jiggling incessantly from the sheer speed of the cocks carving into them. Hermione felt a little… fortunate for her position on the stage, suggesting, "Perhaps if we entertain them enough, they'll just keep watching."

"You aren't suggesting…" Bellatrix sneered, sickened by the prospect of degrading herself with a muggle-born. Once again, the bigotry of the death eaters was highlighted in striking form, alongside their sheer lack of self-awareness. Hermione was quick to remind Bellatrix where she was standing.

"Either you fuck one mudblood or a hundred house elves. Pick your poison," Hermione grinned, relishing the conflict on Bellatrix's face. It was a joy to see her weighing up her own racism, debating which non pureblood magical group was more worth her disdain. It was satisfying for Hermione as a muggle-born to see her put in her worthless place and have her opinions and beliefs challenged in such a profound and impactful way.

"They want a show… Fine. We'll give them a show…" was Bellatrix's response, revealing that her disdain for muggles and mudbloods was superseded by her disgust for the other slightly magical races. Of course, that didn't make it any easier, however, much like Bellatrix's other ventures in life, she was able to motivate herself through spite and spite along. Grimacing as she did so, she extended a hand to Hermione's waist and pull the young brunette firmly towards herself, driving their crotches together with a gentle smack. Their cocks ground together, sliding past one another and throbbing in heavy, horny tandem. Moaning softly as their shafts bounced together, the two of them did their best to ignore the rising cheers from around them and focus on doing their best to appear sexy; something that neither of them were particularly confident with. Bellatrix preferred to dominate. In her ideal sexual encounter, she didn't need to make her movements appear sexy. She was sexy. She didn't care if her butt-slut found her hot. Hermione didn't have the confidence to do anything other than her usual thing. She wasn't one to swing her hips and shake her ass. She didn't think she was hot or sexy and as such was always surprised when people treated her as so. She could only hope that she could channel that into a worthy display in that pressured moment.

Swaying back and forth, the two of them ground their crotches together, their hands roaming across one another's bodies. Hermione softly plucked at Bellatrix's pert breasts, gently cupping one with her hand, tracing her thumb around the small bead that was her nipple. It hardened remarkably quickly. Neither Hermione nor Bellatrix could deny the pleasure of having the other person's hands on them, and as such, their cocks were soon throbbing and humming with pleasure as they gently smacked up against one another. Bellatrix curved her hands down from Hermione's waist to her ass, sinking her fingers into those fat, juicy ass cheeks the young girl boast. Clawing her ass cheeks apart, Bellatrix flaunted Hermione's puckered asshole to a group of elves leering at her from behind. Cheers followed, with Bellatrix trying to see just how loose this mudblood whore was. Spreading her asshole apart, Bellatrix was able to gape her hole a little. Not nearly as much as she anticipated. Then again, in her mind, who would want to fuck a mudblood, even if they were a little whore like her. Their fondling continued, their bodies rocking back and forth, soft moans escaping their lips as they lightly danced, growing emboldened by the pleasure and light satisfaction they were getting.

Ultimately, Bellatrix took control, grabbing Hermione by the arm and twisting her around. Twisting her arm behind the mudblood's back, Bellatrix pinned her body up against Hermione's. Hermione could feel Bellatrix's breasts squeeze against her shoulders, her arm awkwardly twisted behind her and pinned between them. Leaning forwards, Bellatrix lowered her lips down to Hermione's neck, gently nibbling and licking at her skin. Snaking an arm around in front of Hermione, Bellatrix grabbed one of her tits firmly, squeezing and pulling it outwards. Capturing one of Hermione's nipples, she returned the previous favour in a much rougher and sharper manner, pinching Hermione's nipple and pulling it tautly outwards. She stretched Hermione's nipple until it began to redden before allowing it to bounce back into place, her breast bearing the red handprint glow of her rough fondling. Lifting her hand, she spanked Hermione's breasts, watching them jiggle and bounce, lightly clapping together for a few moments before settling. Biting her lip, Hermione tried in vain to hide her arousal, but her cock was proudly on display and vigorously throbbing, pre-cum forming at the tip and dripping from her engorged head. The rougher treatment wasn't her favourite, but she couldn't deny that it did get her going. The sharp slap of skin on skin, the bouncing of her ample breasts, the torturous tweaking of her incredibly sensitive nipples. Needless to say, Bellatrix had unwittingly gotten Hermione incredibly horny, allowing her natural sexual confidence to take hold in splendid form.

Wrestling her arm free, Hermione turned around, wrapped a hand around Bellatrix's neck and pulled the despicable woman in for a kiss. Bellatrix was just as surprised as Hermione was, with the two of them keeping their lips firmly resting up against one another for a few moments, unsure as to whether to commit. However, their libidos ultimately pushed them and they melted together, their tongues intertwining as their embrace became a more passionate one. Their bodies pressed snugly together as they snogged, their breasts squeezing up against one another, with Hermione's more sizable chest enveloping and smothering Bellatrix's more petite offerings. Their hands continued to roam, but only to sandwich their bodies tighter together, encouraging their cocks to throb in tandem, their hips swaying together, their hot and husky breaths intermingling between their gasps for air and steamy kisses. They were surprised at how readily and enthusiastically they both were, with their deepening kiss becoming a celebrated sight for their onlookers. Moaning into each other's mouths, they let their guard down. Well, Bellatrix did. Biding her time, Hermione had an idea in mind. A hot idea that she knew would get a spark. Everyone had enjoyed Bellatrix teasing Hermione nipples, so it was only fair that Hermione played with Bellatrix's most ample asset. The black-haired witch was a slender woman, with her body appearing a little bony. She had once been a juicy and curvy witch, but following Azkaban, she had struggled to fill out her figure. As such, he ass was hardly the striking plump bastion of shapely rear ends that it had once been. But it was still her most visually ample asset.

With one last kiss, Hermione suddenly turned Bellatrix around, her hand forcing her head forwards, prompting the woman to bend over at the waist. She was able to brace herself against a small table, pushing her ass instinctively backwards towards Hermione. Hesitant to offer her ass up like this, Bellatrix looked around the room and remembered her plight. Of course everyone would want to see her ass get played with. No one would enjoy seeing her play with some skanky muggleborn's ass. That was how she justified letting Hermione squeeze and play with her ass cheeks, fondling her pert rear end. Her ass was well-shaped. It still held that perfect heart-shape from its past glory, but lacked the juicy, weighty meat to make it a truly outstanding rear end. Regardless, Hermione sunk her hands into those round cheeks, squeezing them firmly, peeling them apart to reveal Bellatrix's tight little asshole. Moaning softly as she squatted down behind Bellatrix, Hermione teasingly brought her lips forwards, taunting their audience with the prospect of her dancing her tongue along Bellatrix's ass. To Hermione's delight, the audience were rather welcoming to her teasing. The lecherous house elves were more after an entertaining show that a display of physical satisfaction. They could have whipped them until Bellatrix and her fucked each other, but they were content with this teasing back and forth. After all, they had plenty other playthings that they could use for physical satisfaction. They needed some kind of side entertainment that wasn't that intense… Well, wasn't that intense yet.

Not wanting to hold back for much time, Hermione leant forwards and danced the very tip of her tongue up against Bellatrix's asshole, only every letting that tiny little point of her tongue nimbly poke at her hole. Grinning at the filthy mudblood ate her ass, Bellatrix had the smile wiped of her face as Hermione lifted both of her hands upwards and brought them cracking down against her ass. Grunting as her cheeks burned, Bellatrix was about to snap at Hermione when she dove her tongue forwards and ran the entire flat of her tongue from the very base of Bellatrix's asshole to the top, replacing that singing pain with a soft pleasure. It was a subtle contrast, but as Hermione flailed her tongue back and forth, Bellatrix begrudgingly began to see the positives in the experience. But not enough for her to enjoy or welcome Hermione's second double-spank. Gritting her teeth, Bellatrix sneered as her ass cheeks burned a red colour, the agonising ache only being mitigated as Hermione straightened her tongue and slowly eased it inside of her hole. Groaning softly as Hermione arched the very length of her tongue inside of her asshole, Bellatrix comforted herself knowing that the mudblood's tongue was now buried up to the hilt in her superior ass. that comfort was robbed from her by a third and final spank, her ass cheeks clapping against Hermione's hands, the fiery burn intensifying and flaring up for the final time. With one last flail of her tongue inside of Bellatrix, Hermione pulled away and rose to her feet. Lifting up her cock, she made a show of letting it flop down between Bellatrix's ass cheeks, the sheer weight of her length managing to split those cheeks apart, allowing the length of her cock to rest snugly against Bellatrix's prepared and lubricated asshole. Naturally, Bellatrix was far from pleased at this turn of events.

"If you put your cock in my ass, I'll kill you," she snarled over her shoulder. Curiously, she didn't bother to change position, instead keeping her ass thrust out behind her, prostrated at the mercy of Hermione. Keeping her cock slapped between her ass cheeks, Hermione acknowledge that request, but was still keen on demeaning Bellatrix a little with a rough fuck of sorts.

"Suit yourself. At least your bony cheeks are deep enough to fuck," Hermione argued, drizzling several mouthfuls of saliva down onto her cock. Spitting a couple more times into Bellatrix's ass crack, Hermione rocked her hips back and forth, sawing her cock between those cheeks and ensuring both Bellatrix and her were sufficiently lubricated, once again to Bellatrix's distaste.

"Did you just spit on me?" Bellatrix groaned, as Hermione began to pump her cock back and forth, the thick throbbing flesh of her juicy length pulsating against Bellatrix's puckered asshole. Continuing to pump her hips, Hermione dragged her cock between those cheeks, her hands grabbing each cheek and squeezing them together, tightening the pocket of flesh as Bellatrix unwittingly let a moan escape her lips.

"Did you just moan?" Hermione retorted, watching as Bellatrix's cheeks blushed. That was the one thing Bellatrix hated about her body. Her pale skin made it downright impossible to hide embarrassment. Giggling incessantly as Bellatrix squirmed, Hermione quickened the pace of her thrusts, drizzling more saliva down onto her cock to make it an even more delightful experience for herself.

"Bitch…" Bellatrix muttered beneath her breath, turning her head forwards and begrudgingly surrendering to having her ass cheeks used like this. The constant grinding against her asshole, combined with the swing of Hermione's balls against her own made it a somewhat pleasurable experience. Even if she had a distinct distaste for the fact that it was pleasurable.

"Cunt…" Hermione snapped back, the two of them staring ahead, practically ignoring one another. Their shared hatred for one another made the fuck a sight to behold. The sneers worn plainly upon one another's faces, the upturned nose from Bellatrix, and the seemingly united refusal to openly express any physical pleasure they were experiencing was quite a display of stubbornness. However, both of them were internally squirming beneath the constant waves of subtle, pleasure coursing through their bodies.

Pounding her hips back and forth, Hermione relished the soft embrace of Bellatrix's ass cheeks, all the while moaning at the soft smacking sounds that came from their bodies firmly colliding together. Pre-cum trickled from the head of her cock, rolling along her shaft and being smeared between Bellatrix's ass, adding to the lubrication. As pleasurable as it was, Hermione was more focused on her movements. She tried to make the swing of her hips cause her ass to lightly bounce, her hands either fondling her own breasts or Bellatrix's ass. She was intent on making this display as visually stimulating as possible and as such found herself ignoring the pleasure to some extent. There were calls from their audience for Hermione to fuck her ragged. To pound Bellatrix to pleasurable oblivion. A part of Hermione wanted to. But she felt a strange pang of compassion. Bellatrix hated this situation as much as she did. She felt a strange camaraderie in their joint predicament. As strange as it was, it felt like a betrayal to impale Bellatrix. At least… that was her initial thought. It was a thought that lasted all of a few thrusts, before she remembered all the pain and misery she had suffered at the black-haired bitch's hand. Suddenly, Hermione lunged a hand forwards and grabbed a fistful of Bellatrix's loose hair. Tugging it sharply backwards, Hermione pulled her hips back, guiding the head of her cock towards Bellatrix's well-prepared asshole. The death eater didn't have time to react, before Hermione slammed her body forwards, carving the entire length of her bulging, throbbing cock deep into Bellatrix's unsuspecting ass. The resonant smack that filled the room as her crotch met with her ass was silky sweet. The silent shock on Bellatrix's face combined with uproarious celebration from the audience ultimately coaxed a smile out across Hermione's lips. It was a form of justice. Very pleasurable justice.

Without a moment of hesitation, Hermione began to pound her cock back and forth, driving it hungrily and enthusiastically into Bellatrix. The resonating slam of her crotch pounding into Bellatrix's ass commanded the attention of the entire room for several moments as Hermione let her spirited delight in fuck one of her worst enemies claim her. Bellatrix's teeth clenched as she tried in vain to force out some manner of resistance, yet whenever she opened her mouth to speak, she felt her words get stolen from her by another grunt or groan of uncomfortable pleasure. It was pleasurable. As much as Bellatrix fought against the feeling, she simply couldn't deny that the constant pressure against her prostate was milking an intense amount of physical satisfaction from her supple body, her cock throbbing as it flailed uncontrollably beneath her, smacking heavily against her thigh with each hammering thrust into her defenceless ass. Hermione grinned lustfully, enjoying the feeling of pulling on Bellatrix's hair as she swung her hips forwards with increasing enthusiasm, slamming her body against the black-haired witch's as hard as she could. It was the perverse, erotic satisfaction of the moment that really got her body tingling. Sure, the tight spasming hole cradling her cock as she plunged it deeper and deeper with each thrust was a pleasurable experience, but it was the pure rush that came from the cheering crowd around her. That euphoria of watching Bellatrix's face contort in pleasurable conflict, unable to decide whether or not to enjoy the pleasure or to continue resisting. It was the knowledge that Bellatrix was furiously tearing herself up inside as Hermione tore her ass in two. It was the cathartic bliss of using the infamous death eater Bellatrix Lestrange like a worthless fuck-toy and knowing that the witch was powerless to stop her. That was what made each sensational thrust forwards truly satisfying. Moaning loudly as she bucked her hips, Hermione pumped her length deeper and deeper, using Bellatrix's hair to pull the woman backwards onto each thrust, allowing her cock to carve deeper inside. The lubricant she had drizzled along her length and Bellatrix's ass made her utterly powerless to stop the onslaught of ravenous thrusts, especially as Hermione found her rhythm and footing. Tapering out to a firm, but speedy pace, Hermione planned to make Bellatrix scream and twist with pleasure beneath her.

Lifting a hand, Hermione brought her palm striking down against Bellatrix's ass, the firm crack of flesh against flesh resonating around the room. Sinking her hand deep into Bellatrix's ass cheek, Hermione pawed firmly at her soft flesh, only to lift her hand and roughly spank her once again. Needless to say, it took all but a few moments for Bellatrix's ass cheeks to be burning a distinct fiery red, her skin transforming from a pale ashy white to a deep, burning tone. It was a satisfying transformation and one that Hermione relished in making darker. Each slap. Each spank. Each firm strike sent shivers running down Hermione's cock, coaxing more pre-cum from her throbbing, pleasure-hungry shaft. Ploughing deeper into Bellatrix, Hermione even went so far as to sink both of her hands into Bellatrix's ass cheeks, grasping and groping them firmly and using those plump handfuls as handles to pull the woman's defenceless quivering butthole back onto Hermione's intensifying thrusts. In Hermione's mind, Bellatrix was a toy. A puppet to used for her sexual pleasure. Her body was solely for her delight. Becoming more and more consumed in the heated satisfaction of domination, Hermione suddenly felt Bellatrix's knees give away beneath her, the two of them sinking down to the floor as the continuous bursts of pleasure and pain crippled Bellatrix momentarily. Sinking down onto all fours, Bellatrix braced herself against the floor, her ass thrust into the air for Hermione's unhampered use. Wincing and moaning at the same time, Bellatrix did everything in her power to fight back. She wasn't going to allow a filthy mudblood use her like this. She tried to push upright, but her elbows quivered and bent beneath her, her face resting firmly against the floor, her ass thrust into the air like some common free-use whore. The blistering shame of each thrust was infuriating, yet she was powerless to stop it.

Hermione, riding high, drove her body down into Bellatrix's, straddling the woman with her feet planted either side of Bellatrix's hips, her cock straining Bella's once tightened hole to new extremes. Guttural groans escaped from Bellatrix's lips as Hermione swung her hips downwards, sending peals of shuddering pleasure through the entirety of Bellatrix's body. The Death Eater could feel each thrust quivering through her bones. Hell, her teeth were practically chattering from the effects of Hermione's laboured love-making. Finally, Bellatrix felt as if she had some measure of relief. Given the spirited and drive display from Hermione it was only natural that the bushy-haired girl would feel some fatigue. Growing breathless, her brow glistening with sweat, Hermione finally drew to a slower pace, making sure that her thrusts were even more powerful to compensate for the slowing down. Glad for the momentary relief, Bellatrix let out a soft, timid moan of pleasure as her ass was used at a more modest pace. That moan unwittingly gave Hermione the most intense rush of satisfaction. Knowing that the stoic, proud Bellatrix Lestrange had been brought down to moaning as a result of her cock was a satisfying pleasure that no amount of fucking could compare to. Pulling her cock out of Bellatrix, Hermione let the woman flop to her side, collapsing in a breathless, ragged heap as Hermione towered over her. Spitting one last mouthful of saliva down onto the black-haired witch's gaping hole, Hermione turned away, content to leave her collapsed in place. Fortunately for Hermione, her performance had earnt her a temporary rebate on being used by the house elves.

"Black-haired whore. We fuck you now," the house elf in charge snapped, cracking his whip against Bellatrix's ass. The woman winced as the lash of the whip layered across her already tender ass cheeks. As another red streak burned beneath her skin, she rolled onto all fours, almost pleading with the house elf. Curiously, her pleading wasn't for her to not be fucked, but rather for her torment at the hand of the house elves to not be one of isolation. After the performance Hermione gave, Bellatrix wanted to see the bitch scream beneath the furious fucking of the house elves. Unfortunately, Bellatrix wouldn't receive such a wish.

"What about the mudblood? What about her!" she bellowed, her voice cracking as she stared furiously at the house elf. They had the gall to allow her to be used in such a monstrous fashion by a mudblooded whore and then they were going to march her away to be the plaything of all the house elves. She was the one entertaining everyone. Not that bushy-haired bitch. It was her ass that they celebrated, not Hermione's twisted gnarled cock. Needless to say, Hermione wore a triumphant grin as she casually stroked her cock, pumping her hand back and forth as Bellatrix was dragged to the edge of the stage.

"We like watching her. She move her hips. You have flat ass and weird titties," the house elf spoke in fractured English, his words igniting a furious hatred in Bellatrix, a hatred that didn't get to blossom. As she was rolled off the side of the stage, she felt a dozen hands lunge at her, grabbing her body and squeezing every soft expanse of flesh she had to offer. Dozen more cocks were thrust against her, ground against her flesh as she was consumed by the crowd, her holes becoming occupied by fingers and soon cocks, her body manhandled and positioned for the house elves pleasure. She tried to wrestle free, but the sheer number of hands on her effortlessly restrained her, her mouth being plugged, and her ass stuffed.

"You insignificant…" we her final words before she disappeared beneath the house elves, her grunts and screeches becoming the only audible indication that she was even there. Once again, Hermione felt a measure of sympathy for the woman as she saw Bellatrix's legs get thrust up into the air, hands roaming across her thighs, several cocks no doubt battling for control of her asshole. But once again, that sympathy was short-lived. Especially as she remembered that that very well could have been her if she hadn't played her cards right.

"All three. Dance good," the house elf announced, drawing Hermione's attention back towards the rest of the stage. Several cracks of the whip sounded as two figures were bustled up onto the stage and whipped into position. Hermione felt a rush of relief in seeing Viktor stagger onto the stage, softly massaging her stinging ass. Next, Rita was pushed after him, the woman wiping her chin of copious amounts of saliva, her once elegant make-up smeared in places. Clearing her throat, she tried to maintain her confident composure as she joined Viktor and Hermione, the blonde glad to be free of the pervasive hands of those house elves.

"Well, Granger. Krum. It's been a while, hasn't it. How have you…" Rita purred softly, planning to put on a dutiful show. Her hands tenderly rested on Viktor's chest, massaging his firm pecs, moaning softly as she admired his athletic, muscular frame. Her other hand cupped one of Hermione's breasts, tenderly squeezing it as she bat her eyelids, hoping to put on enough of a salacious allure to woo the two youngsters into a steamy embrace of romantic, and more importantly, visually impressive love-making. However, Rita, ever lacking the self-awareness, neglected to recall the Triwizard tournament. Or rather, her coverage of such an event. Naturally, she didn't even consider for a moment that Viktor and Hermione would in any-way be bitter about what happened back then. How could they? They understood that it was just business. They understood that they were all in this predicament together and had to work as one in a sultry and salacious manner to escape these fiendish, pleasure driven elves. Naturally, Rita was wildly mistaken. Without even speaking a word, both Viktor and Hermione acted in unison. Lunging a handout, they grabbed Rita by the shoulder and firmly forced her to her knees between them. Instinctively trying to crawl away, Rita was kept in place as Viktor grasped her by the back of her head, his strong grasp managing to keep her firmly in place and unable to squirm away, "Urgh… Ack!"

"Hermy-own? Would you like the honours?" Viktor asked, forcibly turning Rita's face towards Hermione. Staring down at Rita with a lustful glint in her eye, Hermione nodded. Grasping her cock by the base, Hermione wove it lightly back and forth, easing it towards Rita's lips in a taunting fashion.

"Oh, with pleasure. Open wide, bitch… You've got a lot of reparations to make," Hermione smirked, smacking the head of her cock against Rita's closed lips. Tugging Rita's head firmly back, Viktor caused her to gasp, allowing Hermione to slam her hips forwards, jamming the length of her cock firmly into Rita's mouth. The gagging splutter that erupted from Rita's lips filled the air, the two of them relishing the sloppy muffled protests that came from Rita. They could distinguish a few words at first, but as Hermione pushed the head of her cock into Rita's defenceless throat, the slick sounds coming from her lips descended into unintelligible gagging. Viktor aided in plunging Hermione's cock further down Rita's throat, firmly pushing Rita's lips towards the bushy-haired girl's crotch, the two working in tandem to force Hermione's bulging cock down Rita's impossibly tight throat. The resistance Rita offered was diligent at first, but as soon as she realised, she wasn't getting out of this, she surrendered her lips, allowing her gullet to be fucked mercilessly. It was humiliating to feel saliva streak down her chin, but it could have been worse. She had sucked the cocks of over a dozen house elves. At least this was somewhat palatable, "You know… this is the most insightful you've ever sounded. Maybe you should skip the journalism and start speaking with cocks stuffed down your throat. You might actually end up saying something worth listening to."

The demeaning dirty-talk was just another sign of Hermione finding her dominant calling. Pumping her cock deep into Rita's throat, Hermione focused on listening to those sloppy sounds of sucking. The drizzle of saliva rolling down Rita's chin and the messy expression on her struggling face was the purest form of sublime pleasure. Moaning softly as she pushed her cock right down to the base, Hermione took immense satisfaction in letting her heavy balls rest and smear against Rita's chin, the woman's nose thrust into the wild tuft of pubic hair above her cock. Spluttering uncontrollably, Rita felt a tear roll down her cheek. It wasn't one of misery, but one born out of the discomfort of her throat. Her mascara trickled along with it, her treatment causing her face to become an even stickier mess than before. Drawing her cock back, Hermione rocked it back and forth, lathering her length in as much saliva and spittle as possible. Once her cock was positively gleaming, she plucked it out of Rita's mouth and smacked it firmly against her face. Leaving several splotches of saliva across Rita's face, Hermione smeared her length back and forth, using Rita's open mouth to carve her cock along. The state that she left Rita in was nothing short of spectacular. It was immensely satisfying to turn Rita's usually pretty and immaculately prepared face into a messy smear of spit, make-up and pre-cum. It was a fitting look for it finally matched the despicable woman beneath. Shocked by the suddenness of it all, Rita didn't protest or fight back, instead kneeling their with her lips agape, her eyes bleary and her cock subconsciously throbbing with unfulfilled satisfaction.

Pulling away, Hermione jerked herself off, allowing Viktor to unceremoniously plunge his cock into Rita's mouth. Tightening his grip on the back of her head, he thrust sharply forwards whilst pulling her head towards his crotch, causing his entire cock to sink right into the back of her throat without warning. Holding her lips against his shaven crotch, he pinned her in place long enough for her throat to begin convulsing from the discomfort of having a cock buried inside it for too long. As she coughed around his length, he began to pump his hips back and forth, thrusting balls deep into her spasming quivering hole. Viktor was glad for the sloppy slickness of Rita's gullet. He had had his cock ridden by countless house elves and the constant plunge into hole after hole had left his cock immensely sensitive. It was a godsend to savour the soft silkiness of her wet throat around his cock, prompting him to simply let his fattened girthy length plug her throat without movement more often than not. He was still happy to fuck her gullet though and did so countless times, plunging himself back and forth, letting saliva coat his cock and trickle from Rita's mouth. He still firmly despised the woman. Everything she had done during the Triwizard Tournament had been callous and cruel, especially when directed towards Hermione. Naturally, Viktor felt some measure of vindication in watching her bleary eyes glaze over, her throat becoming a worthless fuck-hole for him and Hermione to take their fill. Once again, the pleasure played second fiddle to the cathartic satisfaction of relieving a long-standing frustration towards the shapely woman on her knees between them. But that didn't make her throat any less pleasurable. Rita wasn't one for deepthroating and they could feel that. Each shuddering spasm was a sensational delight for the two of them to savour. Hermione for one quite enjoyed watched Viktor take control of Rita's throat and pound that meaty cock of his into her helpless throat. Jerking herself off with renewed enthusiasm, Hermione was quickly welcomed back to Rita's mouth in an unexpected way.

The rigorous and continuous fucking of Rita's throat had begun to loosen her a little. She was starting to get used to having a cock plunging mercilessly and unendingly down her throat. As such, Viktor saw fit to ensure that every moment they were using her mouth was as uncomfortable for Rita as possible. Pulling his cock back to the entrance of her throat, Viktor reached out and grabbed Hermione by the ass, pulling her to his side. Sandwiched together, he encouraged Hermione to angle her cock towards Rita's already stretched lips. Getting the idea, Hermione happily pulled Rita's lips even further apart, allowing her to ease the head of her cock into her stuffed mouth. With her lips pulled tautly around the width of both their cocks, Rita was powerless to stop Hermione as she eased her hips forwards, guiding her cock along the length of Viktor's. Straining against the second intruder, Rita's eyes began to bulge as she was forced to breathe through her nose. Unable to swallow any saliva, it streamed down her chin, splattering across her breasts. Eventually, Hermione eased the head of her cock up against the back of Rita's throat and began to probe the entrance. Given that her and Viktor were as close as possible, Hermione only had a small bit of her cock that was still able to squeeze into Rita. But that was just enough to penetrate her throat. Pulling Rita towards her crotch, Hermione managed to push that final inch into Rita's throat, sending the woman's body wildly flailing as her cheeks reddened, her hands pounding against Hermione and Viktor's thighs, gagging, spluttering screeches escaping her stuffed throat. Keeping their cocks in place for as long as they physically could, Viktor and Hermione finally pulled back, allowing Rita to collapse forwards, gasping for air as she wheezed uncontrollably. Smirking, the two of them jerked their cocks as they watched Rita roll back and forth, eventually managing to recuperate. And just in time for the two of them to descend upon her worthless collection of holes once again.

Using his muscular stature, Viktor hoisted Rita up from the ground, flipping her around so that she was facing away from him. Holding her by her thighs, he made sure to spread them apart, allowing Hermione to step in front of her, and prepare to fuck her ass. Grabbing Viktor's cock, Hermione guided it into place against Rita's gaping hole, allowing him to drop Rita's weight down a little causing his cock to sheathe itself deep inside her spasming butt. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, Hermione stepped forwards, arching her cock towards Rita's stuffed hole and once again double-penetrating the blonde bimbo. The pleasure was overwhelming on Rita's part and whilst she wanted to maintain her composure to some degree, she found that it was ultimately impossible to do anything other than limply hang between the two of them and allow her ass to be torn into by the two of them. Plunging their cocks deep inside of her in tandem, Hermione and Viktor solidified their stance, with Hermione doing her best to help keep Rita upright despite not being in any way as muscular as Viktor. Regardless, they soon had Rita deftly balanced between the two of them, their cocks lodged firmly in her ass. Rocking their hips back and forth, they worked in tandem, thrusting so that at least one of their cocks was still inside of Rita at all times. Whenever Viktor would plunge in, Hermione would pull out. They found that if they both tried to pull out at the same time, Rita's natural tightness would attempt to squeeze their cocks completely out of her asshole. As such, they adapted their process and took turns burying themselves balls deep in her rapidly loosening hole. The firm smacking sounds of their balls pummelling into Rita's body filled the room alongside their exerted grunts and moans, the two of them delighting in the physical and cathartic satisfaction of putting Rita's body to good use. Hermione had long since fantasised about having Rita completely at her disposal. Something about having free unrequited access to that bitch just made her cock tingle. As such, Hermione snaked a hand around Rita's neck, gripping it just firm enough to remind Rita of who was in charge here. She didn't choke her, but just kept a light pressure, enough to put the blonde in her place.

Breathing heavily, Viktor held Rita against his chest, driving his cock up into her limp hole, relishing the soft squeaks of pleasure and discomfort that escaped the blonde's lips. Spreading the woman's legs wider, Viktor found himself sinking his cock into Rita's ass and just letting it sit there. It was a strange move in Hermione's eyes, but it meant that she was able to intensify her thrusts, pounding away with increased energy and enthusiasm, properly putting Rita Skeeter through her paces and enact a personal fantasy that had been in her mind for years. For Viktor, the stalling of his thrusts didn't sacrifice any pleasure. If anything, it intensified it. Looking over Rita's shoulder, he was able to admire Hermione's body as she shifted back and forth, plunging her cock hungrily into Rita, looking as if she was possessed by pleasure. It was quite the sight. Especially as Hermione's supple breasts began to bounce and jiggle, the rippling impact of her thrusts coursing across her body. Viktor had forgotten just how stunning Hermione could be when she got into the mood. When she became consumed by the pleasurable haze. It was satisfying just watching it unfold. Especially when paired with the constant rhythmic grinding of Hermione's cock against his own. Soon enough, Rita's ass was no longer the source of primary pleasure for Viktor, but instead it was simply a means of channelling the pleasure that came from having Hermione's fat cock thrust up against his. The friction of both their slickened lengths throbbing together, pulsating against one another, all the while enveloped in the tight, convulsing embrace of Rita's cock, made for a sensational and breath-taking experience. At least for Viktor and Hermione. Rita was steadily becoming less and less enthused with each pounding slam into her body.

Feeling weakened by the treatment, Rita couldn't help but feel wistful for when she had been bent over in the stocks, her ass and mouth being used by countless house elves. At least they were just relieving a pent-up pleasurable strain. Hermione and Viktor's movements were driven by more than lust and desire. It was bordering on a hate-fuck. Each thrust was meant to drive just as much discomfort through her body as it was pleasure. Run ragged by each spasming cock in her ass, Rita just wanted to be dumped on the floor and left. Why couldn't Hermione and Viktor bond whilst fucking each other. Why did they have to find that pleasurable union in pounding her? Naturally, Rita was still embittered by the fact that they still held a grudge against her for doing her job, once again showing, at least in Hermione's mind, why Rita deserved every moment of this. If Rita couldn't for a moment understand why she was being butt-fucked to oblivion, then that just cemented the fact that she needed to be taught this lesson. That line of thinking translated to Hermione speeding up her thrusts for one final burst of intensity, her cock slamming into Rita with renewed vigour. Gritting her teeth as she pushed herself to her limit, Hermione finally pulled away, taking a deep breath as she felt a shimmer of sweat glowing across her entire body. Her cock slipped out of Rita as she took a couple steps back, allowing Viktor to drop Rita to the ground, the two of them receiving a round of applause and cheer for their performance. It was terrible to admit it, but they both felt a strange pang of pride as a result of the response.

"You perform well. You enjoy yourself. But you are a worthless shameless whore…" the ring leader house elf announced, stepping back onto the stage, his whip smacking against Viktor and Rita. Several other house elves lunged onto the stage, grabbing the two of them and pulling them of the stage, making it abundantly clear that the worthless shameless whore in question was Hermione. Lifting her chin as if to try and appear confident and in control, Hermione watched as Rita was carried back to her place in the crowd, with Viktor following suit, his eyes still lingering on Hermione as she stood alone on that stage. With a malicious grin on his face, the house elf turned to the stairs leading up to the stage. In a perfectly planned move, the ring-leader announced to Hermione, "You fuck your dad."

"I will do no such…" Hermione breathed, watching as her dad was nervously pushed up onto the stage, the crowd cheering as it was revealed that they were related. Looking awkwardly at his feet, Mr Granger didn't dare even acknowledge his daughter's presence. He simply couldn't. She couldn't be there in his mind. This couldn't be happening. He wished that he was back down in the pit being used by these strange creatures. He'd take that any day over having to… perform with his daughter.

"Do it. Or we fuck you both. Every last one of us. It'll take days," the house elf threatened before disappearing down from the stage. It was true. If he made good on his threat, the two of them would be there for days servicing house elves. And that was only if they only had one turn each. Seeing the libido on display around the room and having heard Luna's previous question about house elf virility, Hermione wasn't keen to put it to the test. As such, she and her father stood there. Uncertainty brimming between them. How do they navigate a situation like this? Hermione had had sex with her mother and that was painfully awkward to begin with. Her father was so much worse. There was a reason why Hermione went to her mother for personal relief as opposed to her father. She just… she just couldn't picture him in a sexual light. And yet here he was. His cock rock-hard and exposed, a light shimmer of saliva on his chin, and his ass ever so slightly agape. It was impossible not to see the sexual nature of her father on full display, a sentiment that was mirrored for Mr Granger. He had seen Hermione's performance and had been utterly stunned. Absolutely baffled by her vigorous and downright animalistic display. It was impressive. And he hated that that was the word that came to mind. His shining daughter, his bookish little girl, was a downright ravenous sexual-deviant. It was impossible to come to terms with.

"Hey, princess…" Mr Granger murmured unthinkingly, immediately wincing as he forever tarnished the pet-name he used for his daughter. Hermione was similarly unnerved by the usage, turning away with blushing cheeks, thinking that she could just fling herself into the audience and that would be the end of that. She wished it could be that simple.

"Please… Don't say that. Not in this situation…" Hermione grimaced, finally turning back and looking at her dad. She kept her eyes firmly resting above his chest, not daring to look any further down, despite a twisting, nagging curiosity. A curiosity she wished would leave her be, "I… I don't know what to say."

"Neither do I… I suppose… I suppose we've got to bite the bullet," Mr Granger murmured, not liking the words that were coming out of his mouth. Slowly, the two of them had begun inching closer together, stepping furtively into arms reach, their eyes filtering back and forth across the room, never resting in one place for too long, "I just wanted to say. This… this won't change anything about us…"

"Don't dad. I… I appreciate what you're trying to say, but… just don't. The more we talk about it… the more real it becomes… It can just be… a thing. We don't have to address it. It never really happened. None of this did," Hermione interrupted, trying her best to reconcile the situation in her mind. They just had to get it over and done with and hope they were still able to look at one another after this. Hermione wanted this to not change anything about their relationship, but she didn't know if that was possible.

"I understand. I'll… I'll follow your lead," Mr Granger nodded, wanting to do his best to make his daughter comfortable. As bad as this was for him, he could only imagine it to be worse for her. As such, he felt like he had to play the fatherly role and sacrifice his own comfort in order to make it easier for her. Not that much could be done to make this in any way easier for her to do.

"Just… close your eyes please," Hermione asked, not wanting her dad to watch her do what she was about to do. Doing as he was told, Mr Granger stood, waiting for his daughter to go ahead and act. It took a few moments, but eventually, he felt the softness of her tender, shaking fingers wrap around his cock, tentatively grasping him by his base and cradling his manhood. He had to force a moan into silence, gritting his teeth as he tried to not make a sound. Hermione held his cock, weighing it up in her hand, looking at it from every angle. Sliding down to her knees in front of him, she now didn't look above his chest, instead focusing solely on his cock. It was just a cock. If she didn't look up, it could belong to anyone. It could be Viktor's, or Ron's or Harry's. Hell it could be Dumbledore's for all she cared. Just as long as it wasn't her father's. Drawing a deep inward breath, Hermione unwittingly breathed against her dad's cock, coaxing out a bead of pre-cum from his throbbing tip. It sparkled in the candlelight, trying to entice her as any other cock would. If it were any other cock, it would be in her mouth by now. It was that thought that prompted her to lean forwards and take it between her lips, closing hers and pretending the veiny, throbbing shaft belonged to any other human being than her father.

It was with that thought that she finally closed the distance and took her father into her mouth, clasping her warm lips around his pre-cum glistened cock. She heard an awkward grunt escape her father's lips. It was a stifled moan of pleasure as he experienced first-hand the oral talents of his own daughter. Her tongue curled instinctively along the bulbous tip, with Hermione not even thinking for a moment to dial back the intensity of her cock-sucking skills so as to preserve her image in the eyes of her father. In that moment, all she was focused on was making the cock in front of her cum. In her mind, when that happened, the two of them would escape their predicament. It would be over then and there. Slowly, she rolled her lips along the bulging tip, inching them down to the rest of his shaft. With a slow, downward plunge, she took him deep, swallowing each inch with a deft and effortless ability, her throat almost immediately bulging with the thickness of her father's length. It didn't take very long at all for her to have her lips wrapped lovingly around the base of the cock in front of her, the churning spasms of her father's heavy balls resting against her chin. She fought to keep her eyes closed. To keep the illusion up, but as she pulled her lips slowly backwards, working into a rhythmic bobbing pace, she found it impossible to keep it up. Her eyes peeled open for the briefest of moments and she looked up. She saw the pleasure ridden expression on her dad's face, the convulsions of ecstasy spasming through his body. She saw his face framed by the cock in her mouth, making it intensely apparent that she was gorging herself upon the veiny length of her father's cock. Hermione expected to suddenly retch. To gag and splutter. But instead, she felt the cock between her thighs throb and spasm, a sudden surge of pleasure quivering along her length. She couldn't find this enjoyable. She couldn't think it arousing that she was suckling on the thickness of her own dad's cock. Her heart quickened and a moan escaped her lips. Clenching her eyes shut, she tried in vain to return to the initial delusion. To ignore the reality of the situation as her lips began to bounce hungrily of their own accord. It was fruitless.

A similar urge overtook Mr Granger. With each slurp of Hermione's lips, he felt his orgasm steadily intensify. His balls tightened, his cock twitched and the distinct spasms and rushes of pleasure became impossible to ignore. But the worst part were the sounds. The sounds Hermione made. It was impossible to say that they came from anyone other than his daughter. He tried to delude himself into thinking that the slurping sounds were the result of his wife, but that failed. The illusion was instantly shattered when he broke his promise to Hermione and opened his eyes. Immediately, he let out a hoarse groan of pleasure, his hand clapping itself to his lips in order to silence any further sounds. The sight of his daughter's lips stretched tightly around his cock, moving back and forth with such a graceful, stunning elegance… It was captivating. It had his cock spasming hungrily, his heart quickening and his mind running wild. In that moment, any of his prior hesitation melted away and he was left with the insatiable desire to savour the physical delights of his own daughter. She bobbed her lips back and forth, working her lips along his cock like she was born to do it. Unable to tear his eyes away, Mr Granger ultimately threw caution to the wind, lowering a hand down to Hermione's head and brushing the hair from her eye, ensuring that he could see her immaculate face in all its glory as she guzzled and gorged on his cock. Hermione didn't question that her father was now cradling her head. Her arousal was intensifying at a worrying extent. She did, however, question her father's choice of words.

"Oh Princess… Suck my cock… Nice and deep…" he hoarsely growled, not thinking for a moment. Hermione expected to shiver at the perverse use of her pet-name, but once again, instead of her skin crawling, her cock throbbed. Her arousal spoke for her. Conflicted as she continued slurp away along his cock, Hermione remembered back to the first time she and her mother did anything together. It was awkward. But in the end, their shared lust and arousal prevailed, turning that awkwardness into a profound pleasurable desire. Was the same happening here? Was she falling for the pleasure of the moment? Tearing her eyes open, she stared up at her dad, their eyes meeting, her lips faltering along his cock as they stared intimately, passionately into each other's eyes. Fuck… she thought. That glint in his eye was mirrored in her own. The throb of his cock was tangential to her own. Her cock was pulsating over the innate satisfaction of sucking on her dad's cock, it was twitching in desperation for her dad to fuck and ravage her. Turning her eyes towards his crotch, she slavered o0ver his cock for the last few moments, impaling her gullet with enthusiastic delight, relishing each inch of her father's cock in this newfound lustful light. She had learnt long ago to not deny the pleasure and desires you felt. After all, ones desires are the most intense and revealing instance of what you truly want. You can think all you like that you aren't into something, but if your cock throbs and your asshole spasms over the thought of it, who are you to think that you are above it. Impaling her throat those final few times, she made sure to lather her dad's cock in ample amounts of spittle, her libido raging as she finally popped his cock free of her mouth.

"Mmm…" Hermione moaned, jerking her dad's cock a few last times before rising to her feet. Without thinking and simply letting her lust guide her, she pinned her lips up against his, her tongue plunging confidently into his mouth, knowing that he would reciprocate. And of course, he did. He eagerly returned the favour, lavishing her tongue with his own, unashamedly clasping a hand around his daughter's waist and pulling her body close to hers. Their cocks slid up against one another, with Hermione's perky breasts spreading across his chest. His hand sunk into her ass, clawing, and clutching at those tender, juicy cheeks. They were impossibly juicy. The perfect meaty handful for him to grope and pull at. Hermione evidently agreed, moaning lustfully as her father's hands stroked and mauled her flesh. The moments when his fingertips grazed against her asshole set in stone the next explosive pleasure she wanted to experience. Turning around, she pinned her ass against her dad's crotch, twisting her neck so that they could continue their kiss over her shoulder. Craning a hand behind herself, she clung to his neck, her ass grinding firmly against her cock, his throbbing length slipping between the juicy heaven of her plump ass. Moaning huskily into one another's mouths, they shared in the passion of the moment, their hesitations and former reservations becoming melted away by the sheer delight that was filling their sensitive bodies. With her free hand, Hermione grabbed her dad by the base of his cock, stroking him firmly as she nestled him into place against her tight, puckered rear end. Needless to say, neither of them fought back against such a gesture. In fact, they both quite literally leant into it. Mr Granger pushed forwards, his cock hungry for the tight embrace of his daughter's rear, whilst Hermione pushed backwards, keen to become the receptacle for her dad's throbbing manhood. Their bodies collided with a firm and pleasurable smack, with Hermione's ass becoming a thrumming nest of intense pleasure. Her prostate throbbed, seemingly more sensitised by the immense perversion of the situation. Her dad's heavy balls smacked against her arse, sending shivers through her body as she awaited the moment, he took control and gave her the fucking she truly wanted for. Of course, she simply couldn't remain quiet and as their bodies connected in that most salacious of ways, she growled in a pure lustful way, "Fuck me daddy… Fuck your little princess!"

Those words would remain in Mr Granger's mind as the most perverse and delicious words ever uttered in his presence. Unable to deny Hermione that pleasurable wonder that she so desperately craved, Mr Granger pulled his hips slowly backwards, letting his cock ease out of that immense tightness, all before resonantly pounding forwards, his cock carving deep into Hermione without a moment's hesitation. The two moaned in unison, quivering as the melted into the moment and pleasure of one another's bodies. Hermione reached her hands behind herself, clinging to her father's body as he began to pump back and forth, rhythmically, and powerfully pounding into his little's girl's once tight ass. The sight of the two of them going at it brought more cheers from around the crowded room, but that didn't stop or even register with the two of them. Roaming his hands across her body, Mr Granger groped and pulled at every inch his daughter had to offer. It felt like this was a special one-of-a-kind moment that shouldn't be squandered and as such, he felt compelled to fondle and squeeze every last supple inch. His hands went from her tender breasts, tweaking her sensitive nipples, before curving down to her rounded ass. He even reached around in front of her and made sure to cradle and stroke her cock, even teasing her balls as he did so. Hermione adored it. In her mind, she was facilitating a long-standing fantasy in her father's mind. He was groping her to fuel his long-held desires. That thought made her quiver even more, her asshole tightening at the mere thought of it. Letting her ass becoming the means by which the two of them bonded, Hermione began to push herself backwards onto each thrust, wanting to feel her father deeper inside her. Wanting to feel each climactic thrust pound and shudder through her ample, tender little body.

Moaning loudly together, the two of them dropped down to the floor, with Hermione welcoming the ability to rest on all fours. Bracing herself against the floor In front of her, she was able to meet her dad's thrusts with an increasingly firm posture, allowing each impact to truly ripple through her fleshy meaty arse. Moaning as they intensified their fuck, Hermione bit her lip when her dad mounted her, draping his body across hers, pinning her flat against the floor under his weight. She could feel his hairy chest against her back, his hot breath in her ear and his balls continuously rhythmically hammering into her ass. Her cock was pinned against the mattress beneath her, being squeezed beneath the weight of her father's downward thrusts. He was truly pounding into her and holding nothing back. It was truly sensational to know that her father trusted her to be enough of a sexual deviant to take his thick cock at such a blistering pace. In truth, Mr Granger simply assumed that if she was able to readily deepthroat a cock, chance are she had fucked enough people to have her ass properly used. Hermione could feel her orgasm building, her asshole spasming as her prostate was worked for all it was worth. The pleasure her ass had to provide was being amplified by the knowledge that it was all coming from her father. Closing her eyes, she braced herself for the orgasm of a lifetime, the pleasurable relief of what was come. That was until her father suddenly stopped mid-thrust. Groaning, she felt his cock slip out of her, leaving her empty of any cock. Rolling onto her back to complain, she was met with the sight of her father being wrestled down from the stage by a group of house elves, their fuck having been abruptly cut short by the sudden surge of house elves invading the stage. To say she was surrounded would be an understatement. She quite literally couldn't see beyond the wall of house elves, their bodies blocking any and all other sights in the room.

"What are you doing? You said if we…" Hermione breathed, pushing herself up to her knees, trying to peer over the heads of the surrounding house elves to see where her father was taken. It was hopeless. Her body was thrust back down onto the floor, the circle around her tightening, the sheer number of girthy, veiny cocks on display becoming increasingly apparent.

"We lied. Everyone here wants to fuck the hat-making whore. Justice. Revenge," the ring-leader house elf celebrated, clapping his hands together as more house elves swarmed the stage, fighting between one another for their opportunity with Hermione. The lust and arousal in all of their eyes sent shivers down Hermione's spine. It felt like the calm before the storm. They were all primed and ready to lunge at her and tear her to pieces, jamming cock after cock into her body. And then, they started to chant. All of them in synchronicity. The room echoed and boomed with the clamouring sound of over a hundred house elves all calling for her defilement. Her cheeks blushed, her body tingled, and she couldn't help but feel equal part aroused and terrified by the scope of the collected cocks, "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"

That was the sounding horn for Hermione's gangbang at the hand of the elves. Suddenly, hands lunged towards her, pulling her limbs outwards, spreading her legs. Things happened so quickly that she barely had time to look the elf in the eyes before one of them plunged their bulging cock into her asshole. Her eyes widened as she looked down and saw one of the house elves clung to her crotch, roughly and speedily pumping its cock into her ass, slamming and pounding away her hole with such intense abandon that it left Hermione shell-shocked. The amount of force behind that one elf's tiny body was staggering. Suddenly, her hand was thrust around the head of another elf, with said elf shaping her fingers into a circular channel before using it for its own relief, fucking it as if it were a new hole. Her other hand was quickly used in a similar fashion, with the thick throbbing flesh now pulsating between her fingers. Her head was suddenly forced back and a cock carved into her open mouth, her throat bulging as the heavy balls of a hung elf smacked against her forehead repeatedly, the pounding thrusts rattling her brain as she gagged sloppily around the length. Next, a house elf straddled her chest with two other elves helping push her juicy breasts together. With the two elves handling her breasts, the first was able to plunge its cock between them, hammering away rhythmically, his balls smacking against her juicy handfuls, moans and cheers filling the air. With all of her major assets and holes in use, the remaining elves still used her body in some respect, smacking their cocks against her exposed skin, grinding their sensitive cock-heads against her thighs and stomach. Any stretch of skin was good enough to use, leaving Hermione in a considerably messier state after only a few moments of use. Her entire body was being run through the wringer and being used, to the extent that she wasn't able to fully process the experience at first. Her ass was stuff, her hands wrapped around cocks, her throat fucked, her tits smacking together. And just as she got used to it, it all began to shift.

House elves boasted immense stamina, but not in a conventional manner. They were capable of multiple orgasms, meaning that it didn't take long for the cock in her ass to erupt, spilling a thick load of cum into her depths. The house elf pulled away, allowing another cock to take its place. However, the first house elf remained rock hard and ready for a round two, their balls already growing heavier with a second round a cum. Needless to say, Hermione was suddenly bombarded with more splashes of cum. Two thick streaks surged along her forearms from the cocks in her hands, with her fingers becoming slick with the final beads of cum that leaked from their heads. Her tongue was suddenly flooded with the intense saltiness of a cumshot, with cum leaking down her chin and lips as she struggled to swallow. Her breasts became swiftly splattered and painted, a few strands of cum even reaching her face and splashing her features. All this didn't happen at once. Each orgasm was staggered, meaning that her gangbang devolved into a constant rotating cycle of new cocks and old cocks cumming. It always felt as at every moment a new cock was taking its place in a newly emptied hole, just as another cock was unloading its cum, whilst several other cocks were all working themselves up into a rhythm. It was an intensely sensational experience, but not in the way that Hermione wanted. She begrudgingly surrendered to each slamming thrust, allowing her body to be used by each and every cock. She quickly stopped bracing herself for orgasms finding it difficult to time when one cock was about to erupt and as such just let cum streak across her repeatedly, her skin becoming slick with the substance, her hair clumping and her eyes becoming bleary.

Just as she got into the rhythm, things once again changed. Suddenly, every cock slipped out of her body. Thinking it was over, Hermione's hopes were dashed as she was flipped onto her hands and knees, her body manipulated into the idea position. Her throat was quickly reoccupied, with two cocks being thrust into her hands as her other house elves supported her chest to stop her falling downwards. One particularly limber house elf even managed to dangle beneath her, thrusting his cock between her breasts as he hung from her shoulders. Her ass was now firmly the star of the show. One cock drove itself into her ass. Followed by a second. And then a third. And then a fourth. Her eyes bulged with each new addition, her body quivering as she was pushed to new limits. These house elves weren't massive in cock-size. They only appeared as such given their stature. But that didn't stop the fact that any amount of cock above two was stretching Hermione in was that she wasn't used to. The four house elves in question were positioned in various different ways around her ass, with two clinging to her ass cheeks, with one leg slung over her waist. One was positioned right behind her, whilst another was propped up a little higher. It was a strange position, but given their smaller size and more nimble nature, they were able to almost enact some gymnastic structure to allow them to get more cocks inside of Hermione. And unlike double-penetrating someone normally, all four of them were able to thrust completely into her ass, pounding away as if they were the only one in her clutching spasming hole. Needless to say, Hermione's eyes rolled closed as her arse was bombarded with rigorous pounding thrusts, her hole being gaped and stretched, her prostate having the most sublime and unique pleasurable massage imaginable. The way the cocks thrust along her prostate, alternating their thrusts and switching up the amount of pressure pushing against her sensitive bead, all came together to make the sensation mind-boggling for Hermione. Once again, she simply just had to surrender her body to the onslaught. There was little she could do to protest or argue. Her body was just a fuck-toy for the house elves to use and she just had to submit.

It wasn't quite over for her though. One final house elf decided that the hat-making bitch in particular deserved to have her asshole properly torn into. Positioning itself below Hermione, it swing its cock upwards, clinging to her thighs and hips for support. With the aid of his fellow elves, he was able to guide his cock into place against her already stuffed hole and with a single forward plunge, carved his length into her hole. Hermione, in all honesty, didn't even react. Sure, she let out a muffled groan, but it was hardly the painful shriek that she would have unleashed in any other situation. At this point, another cock was just yet another sensation atop the mountain of sensations she had already given up on trying to process and react to. She just focussed on servicing the cocks. If she worked the cocks and serviced them enough, they would eventually run out of stamina. It was a hopeful thought and one that was technically true, yet that relied on the house elves stamina draining at a regular rate. To put it in perspective, this entire ordeal from capture to now had lasted two hours and there wasn't a single house elf who had had his fill of orgasms. Still, hope was all Hermione had as several girthy shafts worked her asshole, plundered her mouth, pounded her tits, fucked her hands and drizzled her with endless streaks of cum. Hermione's own cock had begun to spasm several times. The first time she orgasmed, she drained a rather sizable pent-up load of cum down the side of her thigh. But now, after countless orgasms ravaging her body, her cock barely twitched in response. She had no cum left to offer and she didn't even have the stamina or drive to muster an erection. She was completely and utterly drained.

None of this stopped the house elves. They relished the experience. After years of putting up with Hermione's tactful attempts to intervene in their lives, they felt nothing but cathartic bliss in giving it to her. It had long been a point of debate amongst the house elves. A lot of them had indulged in their own personal fantasies regarding Hermione. Countless of them had jerked themselves to orgasm picturing that bushy-haired slut in this exact position. As such, a lot of the house elves were simply happy watching and jerking off. Seeing their fantasies unfold in front of them was satisfying enough. At least for a few of their orgasms. They certainly weren't going to miss out on the opportunity to ram their cocks inside her quivering arse and give her the sticky end she rightfully deserved. The cheers and slutty demeaning that the house elves flung at Hermione continued, with mouthfuls of spit being lashed against her body, hands spanking against her ass and tits, words like whore, slut and fuck-pet being happily used against her. Needless to say, Hermione was feeling the weight and impact of the house elves true opinions of her. The smacking sounds of cocks pounding into Hermione's holes became the commanding sounds around the room, drawing the attention of the otherwise occupied house elves. Hermione became the central piece in the collection, with lines forming to have their way with her holes. Some house elves were content to use the less popular collections of holes, but a fair number were diligent in their queuing. They wanted to butt-fuck Hermione Granger specifically and they would gladly wait a long time to do so. Her increasing popularity was lost on Hermione. She couldn't only see the bodies of house elves and as such couldn't compare her own use with those around her.

` This was how things ended up playing out for the next couple hours of Hermione's life. Her holes were used by cock after cock, with each one cycling in after the other. She didn't get a moment's break. It wasn't the pain or the pleasure that waned on her, but simply the continuous unending barrage. It was the constant fucking. The exhaustion it brought with it was devastating. She didn't care as cum leaked from her throat, her ass and trickled over every inch of her body. She didn't care as her skin turned red from the constant smacking of balls against her body. She didn't care about any of it. She just wanted to lay down and stay there, motionless. Similar thoughts ran through the rest of the people around the room. Most of them had been swapped around the various apparatus the house elves had on display, but in the end, almost every one of the captives was bent over on all fours, similar to Hermione, their ass, mouth and hands all in rhythmic use. They were all feeling the strain. The pure intensity of the pounding use. Their asses hadn't been put through such intense paces as Hermione, but they still had that distinct ache in all of their bones. The taste of cum permeating their mouths and their eyes were lulled closed in a half-sleep state. The hours ticked by until finally, the house elves began to tire. When a house elf had had their fill, the retreated from the room, immediately going back to their duties like dutiful servants. It was like a haze had been lifted from them and they returned to normal. As such, the room steadily emptied of house elves, with a visual countdown to the end of their ordeal unfolding.

By the end, they were all ragged. Streaked with cum, saliva and sweat, their bodies aching in every conceivable way. With the last of the house elves claiming their turn on the collection of fuck-holes, the trapped group of people were finally turned free. Well, all but the unconscious Bellatrix Lestrange, who had angered her captors to such an extent that they were going to make good on Neville's previous comment regarding how no one would come looking for her. Staggering up the stairs, the group remained naked, their bodies streaked in slickness and their knees on the verge of collapsing. Hermione literally had to crawl the last remaining stairs. Only when they made it into the open moonlight of an outside facing window did the group collapse to muster their breath. Clinging to a wall, Hermione looked down the corridor, spotting a figure steadily approaching them. Through bleary eyes she saw them come into focus. They… they were skipping. As the figure came into view, Hermione's eyes widened in shock and confusion. It was Luna. Luna was skipping towards them. And she… she was naked. With a big, dreamy smile on her face, she stopped by the group, smiling sweetly at them in their exhausted state. Hermione couldn't believe her eyes. Luna had been down in the kitchens with them. She had been captured alongside Mr Granger. How did she get out? Why didn't she help? Why was she coming back?

"Luna? Where the hell have you been?" Hermione breathed hoarsely, trying to muster as much energy as she could, all the while baffled by what had transpired with Luna's escape. Naturally, Luna didn't treat the situation with the same sense of urgency and seriousness as Hermione and her fellow captives had.

"Oh, I was talking to some of the house elves, and I was telling them about the benefits of having sex under a gibbous moon. So I took them up to the grounds to show them. We had a really cleansing fuck and a nice long chat. We were going to stay for a while longer when Professor Flitwick told us we had to go inside," Luna explained, blissfully ignoring the horror and frustration bubbling through the group's face. In her mind, she had done nothing wrong, but Hermione was quick to point out what was making her truly furious.

"You… you had the chance to tell a professor about what was happening… and didn't?" Hermione growled, an anger bubbling in her voice. An anger that was lost on Luna as she simply met Hermione's frustration with a confused expression of her own.

"Why would I tell him? Oh, do you think Professor Flitwick would have like to take part? You're right, I should have given him the option. It's not every day you get to experience something like this," Luna breathed, coming to her own baffling realisation before skipping past the group. Standing by the stairs to the kitchen, she briefly asked, "Are the house elves still down there? I was hoping to see their technique for double penetration."

"She's impossible… absolutely impossible…" Hermione mumbled, not even replying to Luna before the blonde happily and excitedly bounced down the stairs and back into the kitchens that they had all previously been so keen and eager to escape from. As she disappeared, the group looked at one another in complete and utter disbelief, unable to believe that Luna would be so keen to venture back into that pit. Especially after she had managed to talk her way into getting out of it. Of course, Hermione's anger was paper-thin. Frankly, she couldn't have expected anything more from Luna of all people.

"I… I don't think I can move," Mr Granger winced, not used to having his ass used in such a furious fashion. Sure, Mrs Granger owned several strapons and was quite proficient with them, but that didn't mean he was capable of servicing dozens of cocks one after the other.

"We need to… We really need to," Hermione replied, not wanting to imagine what would happen if the house elves decided that they weren't actually finished. Hoisting her father to his feet, she threaded his arm over her shoulder, the two of them leading the exhausted way down the corridor. As they did so, Hermione felt obliged to say, "Dad… About what happened down there…"

"Not a word about it?" Mr Granger simply said, reading his daughter's mind. Even now, they had their naked bodies pressed together and weren't commenting on it. Perhaps it was best to just let what happened down there remain a dark mystery buried beneath the castle. Maybe there was no need to rekindle it for future delights.

"Not a word about it… Well… Maybe we should tell mum. Just to be sure," Hermione suggested, hearing her father smirk at the words she said. They both knew that if they told Mrs Granger, their experience down in the kitchens would most definitely not remain buried for very long. But perhaps that was what they needed. They struggled to kindle a physical encounter with just themselves. Maybe they needed a third party to facilitate? If that was the case, Mrs Granger made for a much more appeasing choice than the house elves.

"Of course princess…" Mr Granger smiled, not noticing the quiver of arousal that shuddered through his daughter's cock at the usage of her pet-name. It seemed now that it was somewhat tarnished in her eyes. Or perhaps it had final amounted to its full perverse potential.

"Thanks dad…dy…" Hermione sighed unthinkingly, not even stopping to reflect on her new choice of title to refer to her dad by. Mr Granger certainly caught up on it, his own cock spasming at the mention. His smile grew even wider as he and Hermione made their way out of the dank underbelly of Hogwarts, their relationship forever changed.