Much later, Hermione woke to find herself still encased in her leather and latex prison. She could feel herself being moved, but had no idea how long she had been asleep. The last thing she remembered was Mistress Bellatrix saying goodbye, before a sleep spell was cast on her sending her instantly into a deep sleep. "What had happened?", she thought.
No more than a few minutes later the movements slowed, and then stopped. She had been trying to struggle a little without being noticed, but ceased immediately in case anybody noticed she was awake. There was the vibration of a dull thud as some part of the thing she was being carried on was dropped, and then silence for a few moments. She heard a voice, a man's voice, the same one that had taken her shameful anal virginity earlier.
"Good afternoon young Master, I'm delivering a gift from your Aunt, Narcissa Malfoy." she heard, followed by a mumble. "I'll leave you to enjoy it, then." were the only words she could make out, followed by a horrible chuckle. Heavy footsteps walked away, followed by much lighter ones moving towards her.
"Narcissa Malfoy?" Hermione thought, for the first time. Of course, Bellatrix had said she was to be a gift from her sister, but she hadn't even thought who the final recipient was to be. So it was the nephew of Narcissa, which would make him…
Cold dread filled Hermione as realisation dawned, she had to escape, she had to! As soon as possible! There was no way she could allow herself to be the bound and imprisoned sex slave of Draco Malfoy, especially after she had raped him so brutally before!
Hermione struggled more than ever, pushing and pulling every part of her body, desperate to feel even one single bond move a tiny amount. But her bondage had been applied expertly, and she hadn't even been able to turn her head before she felt a hand on her leather-clad body. Hermione shrieked into Mistress Lestrange's underwear, still filling her mouth, going out of her mind in fear.
Those hands explored her body, feeling her breasts, her hard stomach, her soft pussy. She felt fingers rubbing against the leather protecting between her legs, more fingers flicking against her nipples. Hermione pushed down with her feet as hard as she could, trying to push herself over, but felt those hands move to easily hold her down. She felt panic, tears streaming down her face again, her complete lack of power frightening her.
The sound of the zip moving was loud in her ears, a tiny amount of light entered her latex-hooded world as the hood of the sleep sack was pulled down. Then the distinctive sound of a pair of scissors, very nearby. The bulging part at the front of Hermione's latex hood was pulled away from her face, and she watched as those scissors cut easily through it, light flooding in. There were only candles in the room, but they seemed as bright as the day-time sun to her.
Hermione closed her eyes, the light painful for a few seconds as her teary eyes began to adjust. She didn't want to open them. That felt like accepting what was going to happen, perhaps if she never opened her eyes then none of this would be happening…
A hand touched her head, softly, pushing the top of the hood down and revealing her long, beautiful hair. She felt fingers stroke her, gently, lovingly, soothingly, running through her soft hair, leaving Hermione confused. Why won't he just do it? She thought. Just hurt me, use me, abuse me. Don't toy with me like this.
Eventually Hermione could wait no more, and slowly opened her eyes. A face peered down at her, smiling. Her mouth was already trying to push out the underwear in her mouth, ready to scream in Draco's face, ready to show him her defiance. Except… It wasn't Malfoy?
"Welcome home, my pet." said Bellatrix Lestrange. "How was your lesson? Memorable, I hope."
That evening Hermione came home in a very pensive and unsure mood. After her time with Bellatrix she needed some tenderness, and knew she would find it in Ginny's arms. Walking into their shared, warm space she smiled as Ginny sprang up from her seat by the fire. "It's okay Ginny, no need to be formal tonight. It's just Hermione and Ginny, together. No Mistress or slave for the evening."
"Yes Mis… Hermione. That sounds lovely. How was your day?" smiled Ginny, walking forwards and extending her arms to place round her love. Hermione gradually relaxed her shoulders, easing the stress out as she returned the gesture and walked a pace forward to meet Ginny, their arms quickly moving to embrace.
They remained there for a few moments, long enough for a sigh of relief to emit from Hermione as they hugged each other. "It has been… enlightening." whispered Hermione into Ginny's ear. "I learned I haven't been the lover you deserve. You need more than just a Mistress to punish you, you need a Mistress to fill you with all the love in the world. I haven't cherished you as I should. I think I would… I would like to draw a bath for us to share. Yes."
Ginny pulled her head back, looking up into Hermione's face with surprise and shock as she spoke. "No! You are the most wonderful, giving…"
Placing her finger on Ginny's lips, Hermione smiled and then took her hand and walked her to the bathroom. "You don't need to say anything." said Hermione as she waved her wand towards the large bathtub in the centre of the room. Water began gushing out of the bottom of the tub, filling it quickly. Another flick of her wand and their clothes removed themselves, whizzing across the room and folding themselves neatly on a chair.
Taking Ginny's smaller body in her arms, Hermione smiled down lovingly towards her redheaded lover. "I've used your body for my own purposes, not considering your needs at all. I've enjoyed punishing you so much, and making you please me, all without making sure you were happy. I want to change that."
The bath filled magically quickly, and the scent of Ginny's favourite bubble bath wafted around the room, the candle flames flickering in the newly warmed room. Ginny sighed into Hermione's chest, still looking up at her Mistress and love.
Hermione reached down behind Ginny and placed her hands on Ginny's backside and leg, before pulling the younger girl firmly and swiftly up, her strong arms easily lifting the smaller witch. Smiling happily as she placed a slightly taken aback Ginny over her shoulder, Hermione walked to the tub and laid Ginny down in the bubbling and sparkling water before stepping over the porcelain edge and into the water.
Pausing for a moment to look down upon the girl who was both her soulmate as well as slave, Ginny looking back up adoringly, Hermione carefully sat down herself, the bubbles shifting around and popping against her dry skin before she was as wet as Ginny. She took a moment to cover herself in the warm water, taking cupfuls of water in her hands and letting it cascade down her chest, soaking her skin in the soft bubbles. Glancing up at Ginny, she saw the slim and pretty girl copying her, grinning back at Hermione as she covered herself in bubbles.
"I'm sorry Ginny. I've been a terrible Mistress for you. I lied to you, telling you the things I was doing, the shocking things I made you do were because they would help you heal, to get over our past traumas. But it wasn't true. I just wanted to fuck you, to hurt you, to humilate you, to see how much I could degrade you. I loved you the whole time, but I just couldn't stop myself. My inner bitch has been in control ever since your birthday. I don't know if you could ever forgive me. I wanted you for so long, and I used that day as an excuse to have you."
Hermione stared down into the bubbles, forlorn. A few moments later the water swirled and the bubbles parted, a tiny perfect toe surfacing followed by Ginny's pretty foot. Hermione watched as the foot kept rising until it reached her chin where she felt it push until her head was lifted and looking across Ginny's smooth and exposed leg into Ginny's eyes.
"Silly Mistress. I don't know why you think I believed you the whole time. Or why you think I didn't want you to do those things to me. I can't say I have always wanted... this. Up until that day in the mirrored chamber with you I'd never really thought much about sex, it just hadn't come up. And then we were trapped in that room and everything changed. I hadn't even had an orgasm before, didn't even really know what one was, Hogwarts teaches more about eye of newt than sex and love."
Ginny paused for a moment and smiled. "Then you showed me what my body could do. Not just for me, you showed me what it felt like to be wanted. To be lusted after and desired more than anything in the world. I didn't really understand at first, it took a few weeks but when you suggested tying me up… I had been trying to build up the courage to ask you, I just didn't have the words. I craved being your toy, to be placed in bondage and forced to suffer at your whim. The joy on your face, between your legs, seeing your nipples harden from whipping me, your pussy getting wet from dressing me in slutty clothes and calling me a whore. I can't get enough of you. You did nothing wrong. You showed me the pleasures of our flesh, the ways that we can orgasm together."
"But how can I know if you are enjoying what I do to you? What if I do something wrong?" Hermione cried, holding on to Ginny's leg and foot, cradling it to her mouth and kissing her toes.
"You can't, but that's okay. My ecstasy comes from your desire for me. Show me your excitement, show me your lust and I will do anything, be anything, take anything for you. I consent to you, Hermione Granger, my Mistress, for as long as you love me. I will tell you if anything is wrong, but until then you have my permission, and my need, for you to use me in any way you choose for your own pleasure."
Hermione, still uncertain, gazed silently across the water at her redheaded lover. Ginny saw her hesitation, and reached with her foot, arching her heel and pushing her big toe into Hermione's unresisting mouth. "Now punish me for my insolence, Mistress!" she giggled, before plunging her hand down and splashing water over Hermione.
Finally the spell broke and Hermione shrieked as the water hit her, before laughing as she splashed back. "I'm going to punish you so hard you little slut!", she declared, "I'm going to punishment-fuck you until you beg me to let you stop cumming!"
"Ooh please no Mistress! Please don't fuck me til I can't take it any more!" Ginny pretended to plead, splashing Hermione yet again. Hermione grabbed the side of the tub and pulled herself out of the water. "Stay there young lady and don't move! And I'd better not catch you playing with your nipples or looking at my naked body or I'll punish you even more!"
"But Mistress, how could I not touch myself with your gorgeous naked body so close to me, dripping wet and so delicious!" Ginny asked, her fingers already gripping her nipples as Hermione watched. She pinched them a little and pulled them towards Hermione as she giggled again.
"You are going to need to be restrained!" Hermione declared, rummaging through the bathroom cabinets for some toys. She came back to the bathtub quickly, and pushed a pair of her dirty stockings into Ginny's mouth before she could react. "That's better. Now for your hands."
Taking one of Ginny's nipple tweaking hands, Hermione quickly thrust it through one of the leg holes in her underwear before twisting it around and around until it was tight against her wrist. Then she pulled Ginny's hand behind the girl, before grabbing her other wrist. That one got shoved into the other hole of the makeshift wrist cuffs and was thrust down behind the girl and into the water.
Ginny's panties were next, a few twists and her feet were forced through the small holes up to her ankles leaving her trussed and gagged in the bathtub. "Hopefully you can be trusted to sit still for a moment while I prepare for your punishment. Try and keep your head above the water!" Hermione giggled, walking out the door and leaving Ginny in quite a predicament.
Ginny had to keep struggling the whole time Hermione was away to keep her head out of the water. Her legs floated up and weren't much use, leaving her hands as the only thing to keep her head afloat which was now bobbing slightly above the water. She spidered her fingers, pushing down against the porcelain to keep her head up until she was floating peacefully and breathing through her nose.
Hermione entered the bathroom to find Ginny blowing bubbles out from under her nose, but not struggling too much. The pretty red-haired girl's eyes looked over as the door opened, smiling through her gag at Hermione before her eyes wandered down her wanton body. She froze for a moment, eyes shooting open in surprise at the long, thick cock she was now wearing. "It was huge!" she thought, "that must be for my punishment fucking!"
The strap-on was quite a monster for Ginny's small frame, a deep black colour with veins that seemed to throb with power. Hermione grinned at the surprise on her slave's face, causing Ginny to shake a little, her nose bobbing under the water for a moment leaving her trying to push herself back up and blow the water out of her nostrils.
While Ginny struggled in the water, Hermione walked over the head of the bathtub, her breasts and cock bouncing as she walked, positioning herself behind Ginny. She knelt down facing Ginny and waited for her slave to stop struggling and settle down. "Are you ready for your punishment, slave? You have permission to orgasm, you won't be able to ask for or receive it soon so I'm letting you know now. You are being punished for being a wanton whore, a dirty slut who tempts me into wanting to do terrible things to you. Nod to accept that it's your fault, to accept your punishment and that you are ready to begin."
Holding her head sideways so that she could hear her Mistress with one ear, Ginny waited until Hermione finished speaking and then nodded meekly, feeling herself already falling into that wonderful place in her head that only Mistress Hermione could take her to. She could feel herself relaxing, giving over her control, her "self" to her Mistress. She could never say no to this woman.
"Good. There's just one more thing you'll need as you are probably going to struggle with breath as the water is almost over your head already. Let me help you with that!" Hermione grinned evilly as she produced her wand. Lifting Ginny a little so her head was out of the water she quickly placed the wand tip against Ginny's neck and cast a specially modified bubble-head charm. The water around her head receded a little, a slightly shimmering bubble now visible barely in the air around her mouth and nose. "That should give you a few minutes of air, slut. Use them wisely!"
Standing up, Hermione strode round the tub and stepped over the edge, settling herself quickly into position. She pushed Ginny's legs apart as far as they could go, Ginny's ankles still bound together as Hermione slid into position between Ginny's splayed legs. Positioning her cock at the entrance to Ginny's pussy, Mistress Hermione revelled in her enviable situation, looking down at her plaything completely open and available to her. Taking hold of Ginny's thighs she pulled hard, her cock penetrating deep into Ginny's wet cunt. She heard Ginny's squeal even through the gag and bubble, her head now fully underwater as Hermione held her body down, cock already pistoning in and out of her pussy.
The cock entering her pussy as her bubbled-head disappeared under the water made Ginny completely lose her mind. She could barely remember she had fingers, let alone think how to use them to hold her out of the water. Not that it really mattered now as her head was completely encased in that precious bubble with only a few minutes of air!
She began to struggle harder, her animal brain panicking as she felt her head surrounded with water. "Bitch!" thought Ginny, "She has actually managed to make fucking me a punishment! Oh my god, I'm going to cummm…." Hermione's relentless cock, so thick and long, kept driving into her willing pussy, her body's fear of drowning taking her already palpable level of arousal up to astronomical levels. Ginny began to hyperventilate in her bubble, using up the oxygen faster and faster as the carbon dioxide levels rose and made her body panic and orgasm even more.
Hermione shifted forwards, using her hands and legs to move Ginny back against the porcelain tub and lifting her eyes out of the water. Seeing this girl struggling and desperately trying to escape her predicament, a situation that Hermione was actively preventing her from escaping, Hermione's hands holding her down and prolonging her desperation… It made the Mistress part of Hermione scream with powerful, ferocious ecstasy even as the part of her that was Ginny's lover went wild with seeing Ginny's eyes rolling back, seeing her orgasm approaching so quickly. Hermione knew she should be climaxing hard right now, the end of the strap-on cock in her own pussy should have driven her far over the edge. "Why the hell did I agree to being in magical chastity to Mistress Bellatrix?" she thought as she fucked Ginny into orgasmic oblivion.
"So my pet, did you reflect on your behaviour? I hope you understand my lesson. It may have been a little… extreme. But never forget that any infraction you commit on your own slaves will be revisited ten-fold on you. I will hold you to a higher standard, you are better than this pitiful, greedy, disrespectful and dangerous behaviour. Would you want me to treat you the way you treated Luna? What about Draco? Or Ron? Or little Ginny, so sweet and until recently innocent?"
Hermione lay there, still completely bound head to foot in tight, warm leather. She shook her head desperately, her body still shaking in fear from the thought of being handed, tied up and helpless, to the Malfoy family as a sex slave. She had already spent her time in the darkness of the bag and latex hood with her mind going through scenario after scenario of who would suddenly own her body. There was no choice involved on her part, she had no agency. It was one thing to willingly devote yourself to a Mistress, to allow Her to use and abuse and punish you at her whim, but to have an unknown person have access to your vulnerable and exposed body… It was a complete nightmare scenario to Hermione. Tears started again, a few trickles of salty water dripping down her cheek.
Mistress Bellatrix smiled down at Hermione. "I'm glad you agree." she said, reaching down with one hand and unzipping part of the bag. Hermione couldn't tell which zip it was as the bondage straps around her stopped the leather from releasing her, until she felt Bellatrix's cold fingers take her nipple between them and start rubbing, teasing, rolling them. "It would have been awful to have had to dispose of a good slave like you. Now, I know you've not had quite the reaction you were expecting from me. You probably wanted a good spanking and then to be fucked, something like that yes? You're nodding. Good. A nice fucking for you. I can arrange that. Something softer than your anal pounding from my manservant perhaps."
It took a while for Mistress Bellatrix to remove Hermione's trembling and sweating body from the leather sack, but finally she was led there exposed on the floor. Hermione had felt Bellatrix's tricky fingers explore her body as her skin had been revealed, her neck, chest, breasts, nipples, stomach, legs, her pussy… They had all been explored thoroughly leaving Hermione aching yet again for that wonderful, submissive release. She had grunted when fingers entered her pussy, one, two, three fingers all inside her as Bellatrix's tongue flicked between her nipples and engorged clitoris.
Hermione's eyes were closed with bliss when she felt the underwear gag being removed from her tired mouth. Opening her eyes, she was greeted with the sight of her beloved Mistress's backside and pussy lowering itself down onto her face. She accepted her Mistress with delight, tongue eager to explore that wonderful place, tasting desire, her tongue making sure to touch every part of her Mistress's sacred place. In return she was treated to Bellatrix's own tongue, much more forceful and energetic than her own, pushing its way between her wet lips, renewed with arousal after her earlier terror.
Her stockings tearing on the opened buckles of the leather sack, the stabs of pain from the metal digging into her own flesh as she devoured her pet's pussy, tasting the fear and pain and anguish that she had caused in this sexy, nubile body. But she also tasted something else in Hermione: gratitude, desire, need, love. "Perfect," she thought, "I have her."
They remained entwined for more than two dozen minutes, their tongues writing their lust on each other. Bellatrix came more than once, Hermione's desperation and need to please easily pushing her Mistress over the edge. For her part though, Bellatrix kept her pet on an orgasmic leash, sensing her approach, pussy eager and desperate for release, but not letting her finish. Mistress Lestrange's tongue kept her pet on the edge for the whole time, Hermione struggling more and more as time went on, trying to force her pussy up and to take Bellatrix's teasing tongue to climax.
Feeling Hermione now beginning to push, arms pinned to the floor under Bellatrix's boots but still animated, Bellatrix lifted herself a little, reluctantly taking her pussy away from her slave's mouth. "What is it, pet? What do you want?" she asked.
"Please let me cum Mistress, please, I need it so much, I just need you to push me over the edge!" Hermione begged, "I'll do anything!"
Bellatrix smiled into the darkness. "Will you now? Would you accept another lesson from me today? A lesson of… chastity?"
"Of course, anything! Just please use your tongue, your wonderful, hot, incredible tongue! I need you, I'll do anything for you!" pleaded Hermione, punctuating her speech with kisses on the boots and legs that were close enough to touch.
"Anything for me. Yes, I think you will do anything for me. Well, how can I resist such a request from such a pretty, sexy slave like you." Bellatrix picked up her wand from where she had left it. "Say the words for me, pet. You know the ones."
The tip of Bellatrix's tongue stroked along Hermione's pussy, starting from the lowest point, separating her lips and mixing saliva with Hermione's wetness. The younger witch shuddered in bliss, her mind gone blank, all resistance long since fled. "Yes Mistress," she started, Bellatrix's tongue still moving glacially slowly towards her clitoris, "please place me in chastity, please own my pussy, make me yours, possess my desire and my body, I accept your gift!"
With those words, Bellatrix placed her whole mouth over most of Hermione's pussy, sucked enough to hold it steady and attacked with her tongue, easily and expertly pushing the witch far over the edge and into the most deliriously wonderful orgasm. In Hermione's fug she barely even heard Bellatrix sneer, "All of yours will be mine, my dear."
