The next morning Luna arrived at the breakfast table looking a little frazzled and urgent. Ginny was already at the table and smiling up at the arrival of her friend over her usual morning juice.
"Are you okay Luna? You look like you had quite a night! Get up to anything fun?" asked Ginny, completely straight-faced, revelling in the knowledge that Luna still had no idea who it was that had been repeatedly punishing and fucking Luna the previous evening. So far as Luna knew, Ginny was still an innocent and mostly naive girl that had no idea about Luna belonging to Mistress Hermione.
"Oh um, yes! Yes I'm fine. I didn't sleep so well last night, and um, can I ask you a question? Hermione isn't here is she?" asked Luna, her eyes darting around nervously.
"No Hermione isn't here yet. She had a lie in this morning I think, said something about a date with Draco, no idea what she meant by that. Why don't you come and sit here next to me and tell me all about it? Did you go on a date with a boy or something?" asked Ginny, sweetly.
"No! Nothing like that, um, I need to ask you something, but can we go somewhere else? Like the bathroom? It should be private there." Luna asked, urgently, her breasts jiggling up and down in her white blouse as she hopped from one foot to the other.
Watching Luna, Ginny got an idea what the problem might be. "Let me just finish this nice, long, refreshing glass of juice first. Yum, it's so good here. Would you like some too before we go? It's important to drink lots of liquid, you know." Ginny looked up at Luna who was now looking even more distressed, and seemingly couldn't take her eyes off the drink in Ginny's hand. "Just one more glass…"
Luna started making worried noises and was now rather clearly holding her legs together tightly, then releasing them again. Eventually Ginny finished up her drink, and stood up from the table. Luna half-ran and half-dragged Ginny behind her on the way to the toilet, throwing the door open and pulling Ginny into one of the cubicles.
"I'm so embarrassed!" Luna started, "I don't know what you'll think of me! But I have to ask somebody, and I really hope you won't be angry or upset with me!"
Ginny put her hand on Luna's shoulder and pushed her gently downwards, so that she was sitting on the toilet, leaving Ginny standing in front of her, looking down into her worried eyes. "It's okay Luna, you can tell me anything, I'm sure it can't be anything that embarrassing. Did you kiss somebody?"
Luna blushed, then looked up hopefully, "No, it's not that. Have you ever heard of a chastity spell?"
Ginny looked surprised, then thoughtful and she pretended to think. "Oh I think so? Maybe in history class? Isn't that when somebody is stopped from, you know, doing naughty things? They used to use them at Hogwarts all the time."
It was Luna's turn to be taken aback. "Really? I had no idea! What on earth for?"
"Well I think I read that the older boys and girls at Hogwarts got rather… carried away with each other sometimes and it disturbed their schoolwork. So the school decided to put everyone in chastity from the age of 16 so they could concentrate better. Is that what you've done? You are such a good girl, I can't imagine you would need to be in chastity to stop you from being a naughty slut and doing it with lots of boys. So I guess you must be in chastity to help you concentrate?" asked Ginny, stroking her hand softly and reassuring through Luna's hair.
Luna's eyes suddenly widened and she looked up at Ginny, thankful for the sudden out that would let her ask without needing to admit to her wanton and submissive behaviour. "Yes! That's right, I was finding it hard to concentrate, and somebody cast a chastity spell on me. But the problem is that now I can't even go to the bathroom!"
Ginny feigned surprise, knowing full well that Hermione wouldn't have mentioned this little fact. "Oh I see! So it's not because you couldn't be trusted to sleep around? You were just finding it hard to concentrate, not finding it hard to keep your legs together. That makes sense."
Luna nodded mutely, still looking up hopefully at Ginny as her friend smiled down at her, and then continued. "Well I do remember there was another aspect to that spell. I don't know if you've noticed, but many of the bathrooms in Hogwarts have the lines of stalls facing each other. What you might not know is that originally there were no doors. And to make sure that those horny boys and girls didn't touch themselves, or each other, they were only allowed to use the bathroom while somebody else was there to watch and make sure they didn't do anything naughty like touching themselves."
Luna listened intently with her mouth open, amazed at this news. "So what can I do? How can I use the toilet?" She asked, almost sobbing.
"It's okay Luna," Ginny soothed, stroking her fine hair, "Back then friends would watch each other when they went to the loo. So I'll watch you use the toilet, as a friend. Do you need to go now? Why don't you just lift up your skirt and go while I watch? I won't mind. Here let me help."
Ginny knelt down in front of Luna, subtly pushing her friends legs apart with her knees as she came down to Luna's level. Their stockinged legs made a delightful zipping noise as they brushed against each other, prompting Ginny to note "Ooh you're wearing stockings too! Look I can see your stocking tops! I'll pull my skirt up a bit and you'll be able to see mine too."
A blush shot across Luna's face, she had forgotten about her racy lingerie that she was wearing. Being scolded by Hermione for not being dressed suitably for a slave was a vivid memory, and she had been determined to do better this morning when she dressed. Ginny quickly discovered Luna's suspender belt and very sexy underwear, a little lace and silk pair of panties barely hiding her shame. "Oh those are so pretty Luna! Anybody who sees those would be very lucky, let me see them up close! I wonder who you're wearing them for?"
Leaning forwards, Ginny looked closely at the patterns on Luna's underwear, knowing how awkward this must be making her friend feel. Reaching forwards, she brushed aside Luna's own hands that were reaching down to hide herself and quickly pulled her panties to the side. "So very pretty Luna! And now those are out of the way you can pee! Ooh I see you shave your pussy! Does it feel nice and smooth?" Ginny asked, as innocently as she could muster.
By now Luna was bright red and hiding her face. She had been able to feel Ginny's breath on her hairless pussy, shaved just an hour ago, which had made her almost moan in pleasure. Right in front of her friend who was trying to help her! She felt like she just wanted to disappear in shame.
"It's okay Luna, you don't have to be shy in front of me. You can start peeing whenever you like. I've got an idea! Why don't I join you? That might help. I'll just sit myself here…" Ginny spoke softly and reassuringly as she stepped around and over Luna's spread legs and placed her bottom down between Luna's knees. She was now sitting sort of on Luna's lap, facing her, with her legs also spread apart, one on either side of Luna's bottom. She lifted her own skirt up to show Luna her stocking tops, and then took one of Luna's hands in hers.
"Look it's fine, we can do this together. Just reach down here and move my panties out of the way. I'll guide your hand, there, now just hold the middle bit out of the way of my hole and we can both pee together into the toilet. Won't that be fun!" Ginny giggled at Luna's shocked face. She was really enjoying dominating her friend, even more so knowing that Luna still didn't know it was Ginny who had given her that red bottom last night, amongst other things.
"Um okay Ginny, I can try. I'll just pull the material to the side carefully. You have such pretty underwear too, I don't want to damage them. Oh gosh your pussy is shaved too. Oh my." Luna flustered as she felt herself getting more and more aroused by Ginny, her closeness and brazen display driving Luna wild. She could feel her nipples hardening inside her top, the feeling of her lingerie rubbing against her sensitive breasts making her moan slightly.
Being careful not to touch Luna's pussy with her fingers, as Ginny didn't want to make this too obviously sexual, instead she delicately used the lace of Luna's underwear to stroke "accidentally" against her pussy instead. "Come on, pee for me, let it all go Luna. Once you start I'll begin too."
Finally Luna's full bladder won in the contest between her shame and her desperate need to go, and she felt the first dribble of pee leak out, very quickly followed by more of a flood of piss streaming down into the toilet.
"That's a good girl Luna, pee nice and hard for me!" Ginny encouraged, before relaxing her own body and letting her pee go to. It was very different from peeing for Hermione, so exciting and less humiliating now that she got to control Luna! No wonder Hermione made her always use the toilet in front of her Mistress. Ginny used her higher position to subtly angle her pee upwards a bit, aiming straight at Luna's still peeing pussy. Ginny's piss suddenly struck Luna's shaved pussy, causing her to buck slightly from the sensation as they both pretended to not notice that Ginny was pissing on Luna's slit.
Ginny watched, fascinated, as Luna's eyes closed in ecstasy from the feeling of their piss mingling and splashing on her pussy. She concentrated hard, and did her best to pulse her own stream, Luna's quiet moans giving her the answer that she was doing it right. Eventually though they both finished, with one final hard burst making Luna almost squeal.
Pretending still that nothing unusual had happened, Ginny took some paper and cleaned them both up, softly patting down Luna's pussy that was still dripping with both of their pee. "There we go! That wasn't so bad was it? Would you like to do this every day? I don't mind helping you with your concentration problems."
Hermione didn't join her friends that morning for breakfast, she had other, darker plans. Her experiences over the last few days had left her feeling anxious and drained, her reactions to what she had done to Luna and Draco filled her stomach with butterflies. She had enjoyed it all, everything from humiliating Luna and handing her to another Mistress without agreeing it, to what she knew was very clearly a dual rape of Draco. Was she a monster? Why did she enjoy doing these things so much, and even worse, to her friends!
It was clear she needed to work through her concerns, and with somebody who could understand. There was only one option for Hermione, to be at the feet of Mistress Bellatrix Lestrange for counsel and punishment.
This is why she was now standing, naked and alone in Bellatrix's dungeon. Her only adornment was a leather hood completely blocking all light, and a pair of wrist cuffs chained to a hook in the ceiling. Her arms were held up above her by the shortened chain, exposing her breasts to the room, the chill air obvious as her nipples hardened.
She flinched as she heard voices approaching, it sounded like there was another person with Mistress! It felt like an age since Mistress Bellatrix had abruptly left after listening intently to Hermione describe what she had done to Luna and Draco. Bellatrix had only said a few words after Hermione had finished, "Arms up." "Mouth open." the only words required to get Hermione into the predicament she was now in.
It had been exciting at first. She could tell Bellatrix was angry, and the fire in her eyes had made Hermione feel like she was about to be punished like never before. A beautiful catharsis. But then… nothing. Left alone in the room, Mistress Lestrange's underwear forced into her mouth before the tight latex hood was pulled over her head. It covered her head completely down to her neck, and had a very small hole over her mouth to allow her to breathe. The latex over her mouth and nose was quite loose however, which meant that every time she breathed in it would stick to her face and seal the hole, making it very difficult to get enough air in. She had to constantly watch her breathing, making sure she breathed slowly through her nose and carefully so as not to suffocate in her hood.
She waited patiently for her punishment, hanging from the ceiling, her naked body swinging gently from the chains. Hermione couldn't help but begin to worry, one of Mistress Bellatrix's favourite things was being able to look into Hermione's eyes as she doled out her punishments. Putting the latex hood down, covering the eyes of her slave, had made her seem almost sad.
Between her difficulties breathing and her racing imagination the time crept by. This kept her distracted for some time, unable to relax at all. Around 15 minutes later she finally heard a noise, footsteps outside the chamber, followed by the door creaking open.
"Here she is." the unmistakable voice of Bellatrix, usually warm and excited, now cold and uncaring. It sent a chill down Hermione's spine, reminding her that the woman who had taken her as a slave was also a dangerous and wanted criminal.
There was a murmur, another voice maybe? And then Bellatrix again, "Yes the usual. Prepare her for display and sale. No marks but you can take your usual payment from her body. I'll be back in an hour or so with the bidders so make sure she is ready for the auction."
Hermione had frozen during Mistress's speech, but now began desperately pulling and shaking on her chains. She tried to cry out but the heavily scented pair of Bellatrix's used underwear filled her mouth completely, gagging her and stopping any noise. She only managed to exhale heavily through her nose, leaving her empty of air and causing her hood to balloon out. An attempted deep breath in pulled the latex in tight over her face, blocking the air hole and causing her to panic again. Her body began to shake in fear, her predicament suddenly so real in her mind as she whimpered, unable to relax her breathing enough to pull any air in through her mask. She struggled harder against the chains.
"It looks like she's enjoying her breath play mask, good. Breath control is very important for a sex slave, it's a shame I don't have time to train her gag reflex as well!" giggled Bellatrix, before telling her companion, "Get to work. I want her bound and ready for transport in a leather sleep sack in one hour."
The sound of the door closing sharply made Hermione jump again, her ragged breath the only sound in the room. She saw nothing through her rubber hood, the thick rubber preventing all light, and she heard nothing other than the chains from her wrists to the ceiling clanking as she struggled. Her body swung around as she tried to escape, until she felt a rough hand grasp her ankle.
Hermione tried to struggle against her captor, but they easily held her in place, their strong hands not allowing Hermione's slender body to move as they quickly snapped metal cuffs around her ankle and clipped it to the floor. They did the same with her other ankle, leaving her legs spread wide apart, body in an upside down Y shape, her aching pussy completely exposed.
She heard a low, throaty chuckle from behind her, chains clinking much less now that she had less room to move. There was a man in the room with her! She tried to scream, it was one thing being tied up and exposed to her Mistress, but she had no idea who this man was, and he might not know who she was! All he knew was that Hermione was one of Bellatrix's slaves for sale, a piece of meat hanging from the ceiling for use! And what had she meant by "usual payment?"
She felt his hands move over her body quickly, he was clearly enjoying the touch of his fingers on her soft, youthful skin. He groped her breasts for a moment, pinching her nipples before reaching down and pushing his finger roughly between her pussy lips. Her earlier arousal had left and her hole was mostly dry now, something the man seemed to expect. His finger disappeared for a moment before returning, now slick and wet with lubricant that he smeared around Hermione's cunt, fingers now easily slipping inside her.
His strong fingers pushed in and out a few times, before pausing. He seemed a little uncertain, and then slid his fingers further between Hermione's legs. A finger tip reached her puckered asshole, and realisation made Hermione squeal through Mistress Bellatrix's panties again. This seemed to goad him on, and he grabbed her body with one hand and began trying to push his fingers inside her asshole. Hermione clenched her asshole tight, determined to keep this intruder out of her backside, his lubricated finger pushing harder and harder against her entrance.
Unable to enter her, the man placed his other hand over her face, holding the latex hood down and smothering her mouth. His hand easily covered the tiny breathing hole and after a few seconds Hermione began squealing again, this time in panic at her already barely sufficient breath being now completely restricted. The latex hood ballooned around her head each time she breathed out, the air unable to escape, before sucking back in and closing ever tighter across her nose and mouth. Panic filled her, she had never felt such desperation in her life as this person held her life in his hand. It felt like her entire life was in that hood, she forgot everything else as her body fought for survival, she barely even registered as his finger pushed its way in, easily penetrating her deliciously tight ass.
She felt the man move, his face pressed up against her ear. "I've got another 50 minutes with you, slut. How many of those do you want to spend breathing? If you let me do what I want with your body this will go easier on you. You need to start learning how to be a well-behaved whore before you're sold. If you had been a better slave for your Mistress, you wouldn't be here now!"
It appalled Hermione to realise she was now becoming aroused. She could feel her nipples stiffening and protruding, her pussy becoming wet as this man simultaneously held his hand over her mouth and violated her body. It was hard to understand what was happening, the carbon dioxide increasing inside the hood as she used up the oxygen, the different atmosphere making her inexplicably horny. She cried inside the hood as she felt his hand come away from her face, her body flooded with relief and gratitude as she was overcome with emotions from her terrifying experience. Incredibly, the sensation of his finger leaving her body and being replaced by his much larger cock sliding into her stretched asshole was a welcome one, her animal body fighting her mind for control as she felt herself approaching orgasm, fast, his thick cock fucking her roughly from behind, penetrating ever deeper into her asshole. It hurt so much, she'd never had anything anywhere near as big as the head of his hard erection inside her, but she couldn't deny her body's twisted desire to please him after he had allowed her to breathe once more.
The man finished fucking Hermione before she was even able to return her breathing to normal. The latex kept flapping shut over her face, the small hole in the hood sticking to itself and stopping her from breathing more than a shallow amount each time. Any time she could breathe easily was disturbed by another thrust of cock into her tight sphincter which made the latex move and seal shut over and over again. She felt him pause momentarily, his cock thickening with his approaching orgasm, then one final powerful push, the tip of his hard erection exploding with cum, strong thick spurts of jism shooting up inside her asshole. It felt so good knowing he had cum, Hermione could feel her body responding to his pleasure, her own orgasm so close. More tears flooded into her hood, her shame and guilt from enjoying her abuse filling her mind as much as her still tangible relief from having fresh air.
Hermione barely noticed as the man prepared her body for Mistress Bellatrix. First he inserted a jeweled metal butt plug, held in place by a small g-string type harness, preventing her from pushing it out. She could still feel his cum inside her, moving ever so slowly around, she knew it would be pooling inside her asshole, ready to drop out the moment the plug was removed. Every time it swirled around it filled Hermione with revulsion at her rapists cum still inside her naked body.
Next he took her arms, one at a time, removing them from the tortuous chains above her head and tying them to her sides instead. She couldn't even put up any fight at this point, numbly allowing him to do what he wanted to her. The brutal, animal fear of not being able to breathe, as well as her exhausted arms, prevented her from even considering resisting. He took hold of her body, and gently lowered her down backwards and onto what felt like a waiting leather sheet on the floor. He physically moved around until her position was right, and she then felt more ties across the front of her body as the sheet was folded around her body.
Last he took her legs, once more removing the shackles and tucking them into what she now realised was some kind of sack. Maybe the sleep sack that Mistress had mentioned earlier? The thick leather now wrapped her whole body, and she heard a zip being drawn up from her feet to her neck, his wide hands pushing her body around inside so that he could pull the zip all the way. She then felt belts pulling taut around her body, tightening more and more, making sure she had absolutely no means to escape, or even to wriggle more than a millimetre or two.
Leaving her on the floor, she heard the man get up and leave, the door closing behind him and leaving Hermione in silence and tight, leather warmth once more. Alone, at least for now, Hermione spent some time and practised flicking the bulge in the front of her latex hood around, working to get it to a place where she could breathe reasonably well. This kept her occupied until she heard the door open once more.
"Well it looks like the goods are ready for sale," the voice, clearly Mistress Lestrange, stated. "Rather luckily I've been able to avoid the need for an auction, they're always somewhat gauche affairs. My sister tells me she has need of a sex slave, a female one, immediately. Something of a surprise I can assure you, I didn't think she was interested in girls. But before your mind starts racing and wondering if my sister will give you the world of delights that I had offered you before your appalling behaviour, she doesn't want you for herself."
Mistress Bellatrix walked over towards Hermione's still form and knelt down next to her head, her stockinged knees not protecting her legs from feeling the cold and rough surface of the stone floor. "She tells me that she accidentally broke a slave that belonged to somebody else, one of their more favoured ones. And she needs a replacement, straight away. I was very happy to tell her that I had one for immediate transport. She didn't even mind that you weren't broken in. Apparently they enjoy seeing the fire in their eyes turning to ash as much as I do."
Bellatrix took Hermione's head in her hands, her fingers lovingly caressing the tight latex hood that trapped her slave. "I had so much planned for you, my pet. But I can't tolerate the kind of behaviour you displayed to your own slaves. A Mistress without standards is just a bitch, my love. You will learn this."
Leaning down, Bellatrix kissed Hermione on the lips, a long passionate kiss, her tongue licking across the latex, tip thrusting inside the breathing hole, tasting the salty tears that smeared Hermione's face.
