A few days later, Hermione was once again on her way home from Bellatrix's dungeon after a very pleasant but frustrating time on her knees servicing Mistress's boots and pussy. Travel to visit her Mistress was always via insertion of the anal portkey, but getting home always required asking permission to leave and then being apparated by Mistress Bellatrix. Nobody else had permission to apparate within her dungeon walls, and so each time Hermione would be dropped off in the village where she lived, somewhere different every time but within walking distance of home and always miraculously out of sight of any passersby.

On this particular occasion she had been apparated in a hidden grassy nook behind a small wooden siding near the local Doctor's surgery, just out of sight of the main door. Looking down at herself, Hermione fretted briefly and then began adjusting and straightening her clothes, and most especially doing her best to pull the disgracefully short hem of her outfit down over her legs. She was wearing what could only be described as a little black dress, the material stretchy and tight and appropriate in a fancy night club more than a small village, along with equally sexy patent leather stiletto heels and fine black stockings. It had taken some negotiation to convince Mistress Bellatrix to allow even an outfit this revealing for her walk of shame home. At least this time she wasn't walking awkwardly after one of Bellatrix's strap-on sessions.

Seeing her dressed this way on the street would be bad enough, but if anyone knew that two of the items of clothing were Stockings of Submission and Heels of Hypnotic Horniness, given to Hermione by none other than Dark Witch Bellatrix Lestrange, far more than rumours would become a problem for her.

Hermione was thankful for the small mercy that Bellatrix now allowed her to wear different, and more, clothes than the first time she had visited. That one time she had apparated a good couple of hundred metres from home wearing nothing but the stockings, Basque, french silk knickers and high heels from the Chamber of Mirrors, and had stumbled more than once running back home, her large breasts swinging around in her dress as she ran. Incredibly she didn't think she was seen that time, and since then she had been able to convince her Mistress to allow her a dress at least, even if it was a dress as obscenely short, tight and low-cut as this one. She did have to describe in detail her feelings of fear, embarrassment and humiliation at running home in her underwear to Bellatrix's satisfaction first though.

It was only a few minutes walk to get home from here, she knew. Dozens of times she had been in the position of having to sneak home now and she had memorised the town map in detail. She knew every back street, every tiny alley and hidey hole to keep herself hidden in the dark on her way back to the safety of her house. She had been dropped near here before and so was already prepared for this route. Poking her head out to check, she knew all she had to do was walk the 20 metres to….

"Hermione?" she heard a terribly familiar voice nearby calling out, "Is that you Hermione?"

Hermione's blood turned to ice, she could hardly believe she had been seen so quickly, and with nowhere to hide. After what felt like ten years had passed, Hermione finally managed to turn her head towards the voice. She nodded, mutely, eyes widening and heart sinking slightly at the sight before her.

"I haven't seen you for months! Since um, oh, that birthday party I guess… How have you been?" Cho quickly segued, both girls clearly remembering that night in detail, a slight smile creeping over Cho's face, growing ever larger as she took in Hermione's toned form hidden slightly in the shadows in what looked to be a little black dress from the kind of cocktail parties that involved more cock than Martini.

"Oh good, good, just been working, and oh wow it's late, I really must get home…" mumbled Hermione, already half turned and making to walk off in the opposite direction.

"Nonsense! Stay there, you can't leave now! You've been overdue for a health check for at least six months. You know the rules about working at the Ministry. All staff must be checked regularly, and I know for a fact that your last visit was before Ginny's birthday."

Hermione's legs had gone rigid at Cho's command. She felt the words "stay there" as forcefully as any instruction she had heard, and could do nothing to overcome the compulsion deep within her to submit and obey. The Stockings she wore were just as effective on her ability to act as the first time wearing them, trapped by Mistress Lestrange in the Chamber of Mirrors.

She desperately tried to convince Cho, "I'll come back tomorrow!" she cried, "it's late now, the clinic is closed and you want to go home! I have to um, cook and clean tonight! Send me home!"

Hermione turned to Cho, her eyes pleading. Cho stood there in silence, her eyes fixed on Hermione's visible panic. What on earth could that be for? Maybe she was hiding something? Best to find out, and well, investigate that outfit at the same time. She stood up straight, ran her hands down her nurses uniform, brushing out any creases and looked Hermione in the eye.

"Don't be silly Miss Granger. You're having your check up, and with everyone else gone it will be just us two. We'll have the whole place to ourselves! You don't have to worry about anyone else finding out your results. Follow me right now." She ordered, smartly turning on her heel and striding back to the door.

Hermione followed, magically activated stockings controlling the legs moving rapidly under her despite her wishes to run away as fast as she could. Her own shoes followed at an obviously practised speed for such dangerously high heels, but still slower than Cho's much lower and more nursely one inch heeled white leather shoes. Despite the situation Hermione couldn't help but notice, and appreciate, Cho's delightful frame in a nurse's uniform. Crisp, starched white cotton and fully formed stockings...

Before she knew it Hermione had followed Cho through the brightly painted white door of the surgery and was standing just inside the darkened clinic. Cho was just in front of her, flicking her wand at the lights in a side room. "Come this way." She instructed, beckoning Hermione with a crooked finger, before using the same finger to indicate a raised medical bench.

"I want you to get undressed, and then I will be back to inspect… Oh." Cho began, eyes bulging as Hermione immediately followed her order and promptly began to strip her dress off. Hermione reached both hands diagonally down across herself, taking hold of her clingy dress in the way Mistress Bellatrix most enjoyed, hands gripping bunches of material and then swiftly pulling it up and over her head. Her dress was off in seconds, much to Cho's delight.

Cho hadn't moved or blinked as Hermione stripped. Most people were nowhere near as eager as Hermione for their examinations. "We're going to have some fun today!" she thought.

"Wait!" Cho ordered, openly smiling now as she leered at her ex-classmate Hermione Granger, now standing almost naked, wearing nothing more than her high heels, stockings and suspenders, not even underwear! Hermione had started to remove the clips fastening her stockings to her suspender belt, fingers desperately scrabbling to remove the mind controlling lace and silk encasing her legs and feet, but once again Cho's command prevented her escape.

"Stand up straight, hands behind your back, no talking unless instructed. You must do as your doctor or nurse instructs!" Cho barked, watching mystified as Hermione obeyed every instruction without complaint. This was almost one of Cho's favourite fantasy scenarios. What if?, she thought. She decided to try. "You're dressed like a slut. Are you a slut, Hermione?"

Before she could think, Hermione's mouth, still under the effects of her Heels of Hypnotic Horniness, opened and she repeated the phrase Bellatrix had made her repeat over and over again in the dungeon. "Yes I am a slut, I love being a slut. I exist only for my body to be used like the slut I am." Hermione, wide eyed now and blushing as hard as she had ever blushed before, then clamped her mouth shut, determined to speak no more.

Cho grinned, eyes soaking up the sight of this beautiful naked woman in front of her. "Get on the bench, slut." she ordered, hardly believing her ears, "Put your arms and legs in the holders. Now stay still while you are restrained, you'll be having a full body inspection today Hermione. I need to find out how much of a slut you really are."

Being built for it, the bench allowed Cho to restrain Hermione easily. Large, powerful looking but feminine hands curled around from under the bench, neatly red-painted pointy nails humming along silken stockings making Hermione shiver with surprise and delight at the unexpected pleasurable sensation as her whole body was suddenly gripped by firm, soft hands.

Both her legs and arms were now in the grip of the magical hands, easily a dozen of them gripping her tightly. She was sure she felt some of them stroking her skin, they seemed to be enjoying the sensation. "A little safety device Hermione. Just to make sure you don't hurt yourself, or have the sudden urge to leave. Now wait here while I get dressed and ready for you." Cho told Hermione as yet another pair of hands wrapped their fingers tightly around her neck.

Leaving Hermione alone for a few minutes, Cho walked as elegantly as she could into the next room and then into her office. It was hard not to skip out of the room, she couldn't believe she had Hermione Granger naked and on her bench! She stripped quickly out of her plain, regular nurse uniform and into something altogether more fun she had been acquiring in pieces slowly from the Muggle world and hiding here. First of all was a set of latex underwear, panties and a bra, both a deep, sinful red colour. They held her intimate parts tightly, her firm breasts even perkier than before if that was possible in the bra.

It wasn't simple dressing in latex though. First she picked up a bottle of lubricant, squeezed a good handful of the translucent sloppy mess into her palm and then began rubbing it into her skin. She started at her feet, making sure all her skin was well covered in lube, along her arches, between her toes, up her ankles. She loved the cooling sensation of the lubricant as it covered her body, making her skin even more sensitive as it became ready for sliding into her tight latex.

Her fingers ran easily up her legs, leaving a trail of slick liquid, up and around and up again until her slippery fingers reached between her legs. Perching on the time-smoothed edge of her wooden desk, she lifted one long shapely leg, bent her knee and then placed the first rolled white latex stocking over her toes. The carefully folded latex sheath glided smoothly up her legs, the cold, gloopy lube-covered rubber squeezing tightly as she pushed her foot and then calf into the stocking. A slight shiver went down her spine as her foot pushed hard against the rubber and penetrated down into the end of the latex, the tiny hole under the sole slowly exhaling the trapped air as she wriggled her toes deeper.

Once her foot was all the way in, all the air carefully squeezed out, Cho pulled the remaining rolls of latex up and over her shapely calves, relaxing them again at her knee. Some more smearing of lube around her thighs and then a quick pull and her stocking was now on all the way. A few more tugs and careful checking of the long black seam running up the back of her leg and she was happy. Cho repeated the fetishistic process once more with the other stocking, involuntarily shuddering once again at her body entering tight, lubricated rubber before fastening both eight full times to a red latex suspender belt. Forcing her legs into tight rubber, encasing them in this delightful material was frequently a precursor to Cho masturbating at her desk.

Once the suspender belt was correctly fastened and straightened, Cho gave another squirt of lube between her legs and covered the area, making sure to get into every crease of her perfectly shaved genitals. She pulled on her red latex panties, sliding them easily over her well coated feet and legs, then up and stretching them taut over her intimate parts. Cho frequently wore her latex underwear to work, and had learned never to be too frugal with her lubricant.

Her fingers began coating her tummy with lube now, and then eagerly smooshing it around as her fingers moved closer and closer to her breasts. She leaned her head back, picked up the bottle and deposited multiple huge loads of lube along the top of her beautiful tits, watching in the mirror as the large droplets of thick, cum-like lube oozed down over her breasts. Once upon a time she had tried to pretend she liked this brand because of the packaging, but now she openly admitted to herself it was because it looked like she'd had a dozen men shoot a huge load of cum over her face and tits. Not that she had ever told anyone of her fantasy, of course.

While allowing the goop to settle on her breasts, almost reaching her nipples, Cho pulled on a pair of latex gloves. These were standard medical blue gloves, unpowdered, the perfect thing for smearing lubricant over a naked pair of perky boobs. She snapped the gloves on and pulled the wrists into place with practiced ease before taking hold of her lovely breasts.

Starting with her arms out to the side and her palms facing inward, she placed her index and middle fingers on the top half of her breasts, where the lube was mostly resting, close to but not touching her nipples. Rotating them around, she smeared the pearlescent mess down the sides, latex fingers gathering it up and pushing it around her warm skin, coating her delicious tits in slick lubricant, wet and naughty.

Now her favourite part. Her hands now covered her breasts, cupping them neatly from underneath, hefting the small but firm boobs. Lifting her hands away revealed the one part she hadn't touched; her nipples. Leaving them carefully for last, Cho excitedly brought one hand back in and began running each finger one at a time along a different side of her nipple. She loved the feel of the smooth, but bumpy, latex rubbing along her wet nipples, making sure she got as much lube from her gloves on to them as possible. Once all ten fingers had enjoyed a touch, she pinched them a little between each pair of fingers, once again going through all ten until she had enjoyed them all. Then, last of all, her full hand, palm to nipple just enjoying her hard, pointy nipples as much as she could.

Finally conceding her nipples were now done, she rubbed any remaining lube on to the top of her chest and then stripped her gloves off. They were fun but it was basically impossible to get dressed wearing lubricated latex gloves. Pulling on a matching red latex bra, Cho spent a moment adjusting it to make sure her boobs sat just right in them. She didn't want Hermione to be disappointed.

Last item of latex was her uniform. A similar design to her regular nurse uniform, but cut out of latex and much shorter and tighter, and revealing a lot more of her cleavage. Some black extremely high stilettos, not dissimilar to Hermione's own, finished the look and she now looked the part. The tight restriction of the rubber made her feel powerful and sexual and she couldn't wait to show Hermione what that meant for her evening.

"It's time for your examination, Hermione. One of the best ways to see how much of a whore someone is, is to test their oral abilities. I'd quite like you to be a whore for me, Hermione. I'd like to rent out your body and watch a whole variety of people fuck you senseless. If you admit right now that you're a whore and that you want to work for me as a dirty, cheap prostitute, that you are desperate to be filled with and covered with cum, that you want to be degraded and treated like filth by me, you can tell me and I'll release you."

Hermione, thankful to her core that Cho hadn't told her to be any of those things and had just asked a question, kept her mouth tightly closed and shook her head. If she could avoid having Cho tell her to be anything she could hopefully get through whatever perversions that she had in mind for Hermione and get these blasted magical clothes off.

"You don't want to be a cheap whore forever? Well you can still be my slutty whore for the day. Do you like my latex uniform? I put it on especially for you."

Hermione paused for a moment, and decided to play along and show some willingness. Nodding her head, she said "Yes, Nurse Cho. You look great." eliciting a smile from her captor.

"That's lovely! And yes, I think you should call me Nurse Cho from now on. I like that. Now, have you worn latex or rubber before? I think I might enjoy seeing you completely covered head to toe in thick, inescapable rubber with only your holes available."

A shorter pause this time and then a shaken head. "No, Nurse Cho." Hermione lied. Cho just looked at Hermione for a few seconds, then said "How interesting. Well if you haven't worn rubber, have you had sex before? You're a sexy thing, somebody must have wanted to get their cock inside you."

Walking closer as she spoke, Cho touched her fingers on Hermione's ankle, brushing along the warm silk of her stockinged legs. She loved Hermione's shoes as well, just the kind of thing she imagined her harem of harlots would wear. Her fingers traced the edges of the shiny black leather, imagining how Hermione would look from behind, bending over on top of those delicious points.

Feeling more comfortable with this question, Hermione just nodded her head, trying to appear as demure as possible despite the question. Cho's closeness and obvious lust along with Hermione's restraints and predicament were causing her temperature to rise, her blood quickening even more as she felt Cho's hand moving from her foot and fingers circling Hermione's ankle. She really hadn't expected Cho to be so sexually assertive and experienced, but it was turning her on for such a seemingly sweet girl to be so dominant and sexual.

"Did you enjoy it? The sex? Was it good?" Cho asked, attempting to keep her voice level and nursely. Her clipboard was floating behind her, making notes as they spoke, the quill flicking back to an ink pot on a desk near the window. "How did it feel as they thrust inside you?"

Hermione kept her mouth shut now, trying to avoid anything other than yes or no answers. She fought the strong magic of her stockings and heels, they wanted her to answer, to tell all her secrets, but they couldn't force her so long as Cho didn't explicitly tell her to.

"No answer? Okay. What kind of sex was it? Did they fuck your slutty little cunt?" A nod, Hermione knowing she was lying, the memory of Mistress Bellatrix's man-servant vivid in her mind. Cho smiled and continued running her hand up Hermione's stockinged leg. "Good girl, your hole really is only there for others to use and it's important that your body is used regularly. Did they use your mouth as well?"

This time a shake of the head. That was true at least, Hermione thought. Her mouth had been full of a gag at the time, Bellatrix's pussy-soaked underwear shoved in under her hood. Another pause as Cho watched Hermione, fingers teasing the inside of her captive patient's thigh, writing words Hermione couldn't read with her fingernails. The same words were repeated on the clipboard by the magical quill, keeping a record of Cho's examination.

"No oral experience to speak of then. I'll make a note to thoroughly inspect your oral abilities then, see what you can take and how much in your mouth. Everyone knows you've got a big mouth, but it would be good to know exactly how big." Cho grinned as she spoke, quill scritching away behind her. "Last, but definitely not least, have you been sexually active in the anal area? Have you taken any throbbing dick in your ass, slut? It's pretty cute, especially in those little skirts you like to wear."

Cho's teasing hand had now reached between Hermione's legs, and was giving the patient a few playful spanks on the bottom. Hermione froze, unsure what to do or say. She had absolutely had anal sex, it was hard to forget the rough fucking she had been given while suspended from the ceiling by Bellatrix's man. But would admitting to it make Cho more or less likely to want to also fuck her there? It sounds like she was now going to have her mouth used more because Hermione had said she hadn't given a blowjob.

Eventually she relented and nodded, very slightly. Cho's eyes widened with delight, "You dirty little anal slut Hermione! I honestly didn't think you'd ever let anybody use you that way, how exciting! One last thing for now though, did you enjoy being fucked in the ass? Gosh I wish I could have watched. I hope he was nice and big for you so you could really get the full experience."

Enjoy it? That awful day was something Hermione tried to keep blotted out from her mind. She vigorously shook her head, "No! I hated it!" she cried, as Cho watched Hermione's body thrashing about, fascinated.

Cho waited for Hermione to settle again, Cho's fingers now between Hermione's legs and nestled above her pubis, gently stroking her, soothing this lovely girl. "Even better, an anal fucking that you didn't enjoy. I can't wait to hear more about that. Perhaps I should have mentioned, but here in the doctor's room, on this bench you're laid down upon, we have a problem with patients that don't tell the truth. Because it's so important to be truthful with your doctor, the bench has been impregnated with a veritaserum potion and knows when the person lying on it is, well, lying."

Cho smiled kindly at Hermione, who was now looking rather worried. "It's for your own protection really. Otherwise you might tell us something that could cause you to get hurt. So I know that," Cho referred to the notes her quill had taken, "you liked my rubber nurses uniform, you *have* worn rubber before but didn't want to tell me; you have had vaginal intercourse; you weren't lying when you said you have never sucked cock; you have been fucked in the ass, and despite your protests you enjoyed it. You were very convincing but the truth always comes first in this room. You definitely enjoyed having your asshole filled with cock. I wonder what happened that made you not want to tell me."

Letting the clipboard go, Cho continued rubbing her fingers over Hermione's pussy, keeping her fingers just outside her hot hole, not venturing inside. "Now normally when a patient lies we just take it into account. But I don't think I'm going to let your lies slide, Hermione, I think you need to be punished for lying to me. Every time you lie to me, this hand here between your legs is going to push another finger inside you." Cho took away her own hand, and allowed a much larger hand to take her place. "And as you've already lied to me twice, that's two fingers we are going to start with."

Crouching down between Hermione's spread legs, balanced carefully on her stiletto shoes, skirt riding up to reveal stocking tops, Cho eagerly watched, her tongue poking slightly out of her open mouth as the hand beneath Hermione's pussy started to move. She had no idea what it was going to do, she knew that the doctors used the bench hands sometimes during operations and examinations to perform tasks but she had never seen one of them sexually interfere with someone.

Her hand rubbing between her own legs, Cho gasped slightly at the same time as Hermione, the hand now firmly in contact with Hermione's pussy. Hermione began to squeal as she felt the strange fingers neatly spread her lips before inserting it's middle finger into her pussy. It stopped after just the finger tip had entered her, then used Hermione's own wet pussy to lubricate her lips thoroughly. A groan came from the other end of the bench as Cho held on to Hermione's leg for balance, her fascination with what she was watching almost causing her to topple from her spiked heels.

Once the hand felt that Hermione was sufficiently wet, the finger moved back to her hole and slowly pushed its way in. Hermione's embarrassingly sopping pussy offered no resistance to either the first or second fingers, only more grunts and shudders as wonderful thickness entered her prone body. She was mortified with humiliation, never was Cho supposed to have seen Hermione like this! Hermione's plan was quite the reverse, Cho was on the list of girls who were supposed to become one of Hermione's subjects, one of her toys!

Instead here Hermione was, dressed like a complete slut, tied up and patently aroused at her treatment. There could be no going back from this, she had given too much already to be able to control Cho now. But perhaps she could shift the balance somewhat, she didn't want to be a slave to Cho. She tried to ponder how, even as she felt herself being repeatedly fingered to Cho's absolute delight.

One last grunt from Hermione and the full length of the two fingers were now inside her. Cho watched for a few more moments before lifting herself up, using Hermione's shoes to balance and delicately stroking the heels as she walked around her captive's spread-eagled body. Approaching Hermione's head, she smiled down at the face of her classmate. "This is going to be a very thorough and intimate examination, Hermione Granger. Far more intimate than usual, which I'm sure we will both enjoy. Your pussy will be stretched every time you lie to me, so now let's deal with finding the source of those lies."

Pulling a fresh pair of white latex gloves from a box, Cho carefully and slowly pulled first one then the other onto her hands, enjoying the show as Hermione looked on, looking a little worried. Hermione watched carefully, usually she wasn't on the receiving end of gloves like these and wasn't sure how she felt about it yet. For now she had no choice, she wasn't allowed to speak or move without being told to. Cho slid each finger neatly into the latex, enjoying again the feel of yet more rubber on her skin.

"I'm so glad you enjoy rubber like me, Hermione. I love it so much, everything about latex turns me on. The smell of it, the touch of it, the taste of it, the way it holds my body so tightly, and if you wear enough of it you can't even be recognised, or sometimes even move. Maybe later I can dress you in some, maybe a nice tight rubber hood over your face too."

Cho moved closer to Hermione, standing over her head, and reached out to place her hands on Hermione's face, one on each cheek. "But wearing it is nothing compared to touching someone else with it, or having someone wearing latex touching you. And if you're both wearing rubber it's out of this world. Do you like the feel of my latex gloves on your face, Hermione?"

Hermione nodded her head slightly, looking up at Cho. It would be pointless to lie, Hermione's nipples were standing completely rigid and hard, and her body was writhing slightly more than it was with just a pair of fingers inside her. She murmured "oh…." as those rubber fingers touched her face and closed her eyes in bliss. She opened them again as she felt those fingers now touching her flushed red lips, Cho was now standing wide-eyed, her right hand now angled towards Hermione's face, the tips of her fingers tracing the entry to Hermione's mouth.

"You need some lubrication here too, it seems. Let me give you some." Cho said, in her own blissful world. She leaned closer, directly over Hermione's face before opening her mouth. Keeping her lips pursed together as if to kiss, she allowed as much of her spit as possible to build up in her mouth before letting it then dribble out. A large gloop of Cho's saliva dropped suddenly, splatting across Hermione's lips and down Cho's gloved fingers, followed by a long string of drool connecting the two beautiful women. Hermione could tell Cho was rubbing her crotch against the bench as her spit dripped slowly down and covered Hermione's lips and mouth, something that she desperately wanted permission to part her lips for. Swallowing Mistress Bellatrix's spit was a particularly powerful submissive sensation for Hermione and she wished that she hadn't been told to stay still.

Once there was enough spit across Hermione's face to satisfy her, Cho ran her finger across Hermione's lips, rubbing her messy saliva across that lovely red lined entry to her mouth. "In we go, slut." Cho whispered, eyes completely focused on Hermione's lips. She pushed a little harder with one of her fingers, her drool making Hermione's lips slick and wet and unable to resist Cho's finger pushing inside her mouth. "That looks so sexy, Hermione. I wish you could see me pushing my fingers into your whore mouth. The feel of your tongue through the latex is just incredible, I can't wait to see what else you can take in there. Let's try some more fingers to start…"

Cho began inserting more fingers, two from each hand to start with. She slid her rubber covered digits around Hermione's mouth, ecstatic at the feeling of her touch and the power she had over this girl. She held open Hermione's mouth with her fingers, then once again leaned in close. "Do you want more of my spit in your mouth, slut? Say 'Please Cho' if you do."

Shaking her head, Hermione tried to dissuade Cho but the bench knew better and told Cho of her lies. Instead of just a mouth full of spit, she now had to feel another finger inside her first. "Naughty Hermione! Lying again. You want me in your mouth, I know you do. And I'm going to give you everything. But first let's watch your cunt get filled a little more."

Walking forwards a step, Cho swung her leg up and over Hermione's face, placing her heel down again on the floor on the other side of Hermione's head. She perched her petite arse neatly on Hermione's face, then leaned forwards to watch the next finger enter her patient's pussy. Her latex clad backside already covered most of the top of Hermione's face, and as Cho leaned forward her crotch instead rested on top of Hermione's jaw with the front of her underwear rolled forward and instead covering Hermione's spit-covered mouth.

Cho was now lying down, 69 style, on top of Hermione with her eager eyes watching the show as the hand between Hermione's legs slowly thrust another finger inside her squirming and wriggling pussy. Cho leaned her head down, opened her mouth and ran her hungry tongue along the top of Hermione's slit, taking her first taste of that precious and delicious wetness. Both girls moaned with pleasure, Hermione's own groan somewhat more muted with Cho's latex-clad crotch covering her face and mouth.

For Hermione, the multiple sensations were quite overwhelming. She was already struggling to breathe, yet again, because of Cho's very firm ass and crotch in her face, but her strong sense of submission and restraints along with Cho's eager tongue tasting her pussy were driving her wild. She wanted desperately to thrust her pussy into Cho's mouth, to have her own tongue deep in Cho's pussy, to escape and also to be held captive. The three fingers deep in her were slowly moving in and out, long and thick and hard, every time they were fully in her eliciting another deep moan into Cho's beautiful, shiny rubber encased ass.

Cho meanwhile was enjoying free access to Hermione's delicious body. Her tongue explored every tiny area of her pussy, delighting in the noises and movements from the patient between her legs as she probed Hermione's clitoris. Feeling some frustration at wanting more, wanting to take Hermione, wanting to make that hot, mouthy sexy bitch hers, Cho quickly licked up as much of Hermione's wetness as she could before sitting back on Hermione's face.

Taking hold of the delightful bosoms in front of her to help balance, making a point to pinch Hermione's nipples, Cho gracefully kicked her stockinged leg back up, sliding the latex across Hermione and then planted her heel back down on the floor. Not wasting any time she quickly had her fingers back in Hermione's mouth, two fingers from each hand on each side of Hermione's face pulling her lips open. Before Hermione could react, Cho spat everything she had in her mouth, all her saliva, all her spit, all the pre-cum from Hermione's cunt straight into that open mouth.

More of Cho's fingers followed, latex and spit mingling, Cho's eager face watching fascinated, her own tongue licking her lips as Hermione had to take whatever gift she gave. The submissive stockings and heels Hermione was wearing magically reinforced the humiliation and made Hermione experience every feeling tenfold, every touch magnified as Cho forced her latex gloves into Hermione's mouth.

"Good girl. Take my spit in your mouth, there is always plenty for dirty girls like you. I love how you can take so many fingers at once. Four in your cunt and six in your mouth and you are still going. I really hope you lie to me again, I would love to see that fist in your whore hole." Cho told a worried but blissful Hermione, pushing her fingers in and out of her mouth and playing with her tongue.

"I expect a slut like you would want to get off this bench and on her knees so she could enjoy worshipping me. Do you, um." Cho began before pausing, suddenly a little unsure, "do you want to do that?"

Hermione, mind but thankfully not her pussy filled with the fist Cho had told her about was careful not to lie. It wasn't difficult given how incredibly aroused she was. "Yes I would like to be on my knees in front of you. Please let me worship your body!"

A very relieved looking Cho exhaled, her breath caught in her throat waiting. She didn't know what she would have done if Hermione had said no! "Good girl! If I release you, do you promise to not go anywhere until you've made me cum?"

Once again Hermione nodded. Making Cho cum would be fun, and she could think of some fun ways to make it happen if she could get these damned clothes off!

"Wonderful!" Cho clapped, jumping a little in her heels. "Bench, release the patient and remove all fingers from her holes."

All the hands gripping Hermione moved at once. The one between her legs suddenly extracted all the fingers at once from Hermione's pussy, her slick wetness now making the long fingers glisten in the light. She couldn't help but moan once again as she felt intense arousal from her constant stimulation, the fingers coming out adding to her desperate need to cum. The restraining hands holding her in place let go as well, releasing her limbs and now gently helping her stand. Hermione gingerly stepped forward from the bench, her arms and legs a little stiff from her restraint.

"On your knees, slut. Your mouth should be nice and wet and ready for worshipping me now."