(Just a heads up, most of this chapter was written by fanfictionwriter101. I commissioned a very basic prompt (There's a love potion party... there are Slytherin's and Gryffyndors... that's about all there was), fanfictionwriter101 went to town and I went in and added some stuff to make it fit my other works. I'm posting it since I know there are a lot of people who read my other Love Potion Party stories... I think you'll enjoy this one. fanfictionwriter101 is a great writer, and did great work for me, PM to find out about those commissions.)
Near the End of Year 6
"I can't help but feel like this is some sort of trick…" Harry commented, glancing around the room nervously. He had good reason to be in truth. He and a number of other Gryffindors were all huddled in an empty classroom, the group having pushed the tables to one side, allowing them a large open space in which to sprawl. Harry, Ron, Neville, the Patil Twins, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Lavender, as well as Dean, Seamus and Romilda were all present, with the group having convened for what Lavender described as a long-standing Hogwarts tradition. Supposedly, since time immemorial, students coming of age would congregate to host a love-potion party. A sort of coming of age rite in which they would brew a batch of love-potion and allow themselves to randomly be paired off for a night of intimate lovemaking.
Both Ron and Harry were both skeptical. Especially as they looked over at Romilda and Lavender, both of whom were notorious for their salacious attempts at subduing lovers by discrete uses of love potion. The idea that they would be so brazen as to concoct some ancient ritual as a means to seduce their crushes was just crazy enough in Harry's mind. However, Hermione was quick to quell his unease.
"I thought so too. I've come to distrust what Fred and George say. But it's real. I was just as surprised, but the older girls in our year have given us a heads up about this. It's just something 6th year students do…with people they are close to. I was even more surprised when I found a handbook detailing the very specific set-ups," Hermione smirked, echoing their sentiments. When Lavender approached her about the tradition, she was sceptical, but as she discovered just how deeply rooted it was in Wizarding society, she found herself won over by its ancient and mystical charm. Especially when it came to the aforementioned specific set-up. Plus…after a long year, with so many feelings and relationships…it was time to cut loose and have a meaningful and thrilling experience. "I trust the boys followed my instructions to a tee?"
"Yeah… I was surprised that there were… spells for… that sort of thing," Ron commented, shifting in his spot, carefully adjusting his long flowing robe to ensure he remained hidden. The boys had all been provided with a list of spells to perform, all of them providing them with an accentuated sex-drive, orgasm capacity and an increased cock-size. Once prepped, they donned their red robes, remaining butt-naked beneath. Leaning towards Harry, Ron murmured beneath his breath, "It would have saved me a lot of grief. You know… worrying about how big you are?"
"We did… something similar. I won't spoil the surprise. Not until we're paired off," Hermione smiled, ensuring that her robe remained loosely fitted around her body. Similarly, to the boys, the girls had spent a few hours preparing, casting a number of spells to enhance their physical features. To say they were the spitting image of perfect female sexuality would be an understatement. Every one of them boasted the perfectly curvaceous hips, round and juicy ass, plump perky breasts of a swimsuit model, embodying that lustful promiscuous of pin-up models. Just looking at their bodies would be enough to get a man to cum; making for just another reason to ensure the boys were sufficiently virile. Hermione had gone to the effort of preparing lingerie for them all, opting for red lacy garments that would tightly hug their figures. She had debated going for bespoke options but given that they would all pair off and go their own ways…with a new and random lover… there was no need to go above and beyond. This was meant to be an intimate experience, but each couple would have an opportunity to explore their partner in a trusting and private setting.
Harry stood next to Ginny, his new girlfriend. So beautiful, so trusting and so adventurous. Neither she nor Harry felt the need to find new lovers, they have what they needed between the two of them. But it was admittedly exciting. They trusted each other and decided it would be unappreciated of them if they chose not to do this with their friends. So, Ginny invited Luna, just as Parvati had invited her sister, so there would be more people they trusted at the party. Being a member of the magical world meant trusting others, so Harry, while thrilled to be next to his sexy, redheaded girlfriend, did take a gander at the rest of the room. There were really sexy girls here, and he was about to fall madly in love with one of them…
"How's it coming along Lavender?"
"Are we sure it was the right decision to let Lavender do the brewing? I mean… I've seen her in Potions and…" Neville commented quietly, his nerves beginning to show. His cheeks were flush, and his heart was pounding. The prospect of being intimate with a girl was scary enough but hinging it all on Lavender's potion abilities was a level of jeopardy too far.
"And? I'll have you know, I passed the last assignment," Lavender snapped, leaning over the bubbling cauldron, her face illuminated by the unmistakable purple hue. Dropping a few last ingredients into the cauldron, a puff of smoke erupted, basking the room in an illuminating glow.
"It'll be fine. I've been keeping an eye and she's been doing pretty well. It's the right shade of purple," Hermione said, placating people's anxieties. She was nervous about it, but it seemed that Lavender had put more effort into learning how to brew this singular potion than she had into any of her studies before. It made sense to Hermione. Lavender was always a bit love-drunk…her failed relationship with Ron was proof of that. This would be the thing a witch like Lavender would try to take seriously and get right.
"It's ready. All it needs now is… a lock of hair," Lavender announced, beginning to ladle the sickly pink liquid into small cups, making sure everyone got an equal portion. She set them down behind her, facing away from the group so as to hide which cup had whose hair in it. One by one, everyone offered up a few of their hairs.
"This better not be as foul as Polyjuice," Harry grimaced, handing his dark hair to Lavender who quickly turned around, hiding her ministrations from the group. It took her a few moments as she busied herself, keeping everyone in the dark.
"Right. All mixed up… And…" she commented, drawing her wand and waving it over the cups. One by one, the cups soared into the air, forming a circle around the cauldron. Waving her wand back and forth, she caused the cups to swap places, dancing back and forth randomly before settling in a fixed position. Once they were randomized, the cups soared to their respective person, everyone in the room taking their cup and lifting it to the air. A silent cheer later and everyone took a deep swig, with Lavender smiling as she kept the cup resting against her lips "Bottoms up…"
The boys were magically engorged…they women were pampered. They all wanted this, they all wanted to find their lover and give into their desires. They each drank the potion, leaving no drop left.
"Definitely not as foul… Quite sweet. How long does it take to… you know? Have an effect," Ron asked, finishing off his cup and looking around the room, expecting to see one of the ladies in a pearlescent view, his mind completely enamored by them. But no such reaction occurred.
"It should be instant," Hermione said with a smile, setting her cup aside and looking around the circle, waiting for it to kick in and her libido to rage as she grew more and more infatuated. Yet, moments turned into seconds and seconds into minutes, with no one in the room noticing any sort of change.
"This is a little longer than instant. Did Lavender screw it up," Ginny asked, her heart sinking as she realized she had gotten prepped and ready for nothing. She didn't even feel a tingle between her thighs. Not even the slightest throb. She was completely unaroused.
"I suppose it is possible that we all drank our own potion. But the odds are astronomical. Hey Lavender? Lavender?" Hermione began, trying to explain the situation. Turning to Lavender, Hermione found nothing but an empty space. Confused, she glanced around the room, only to see that Lavender stood at the door to the classroom, her hand resting on the door handle.
A dark smile crept on Lavender's face. She sneered at her friends…especially Ron and Hermione. Ever since those two humiliated her…ever since they ruined her relationship and made her look like a fool…she knew that she had to put them all in their place. And when someone approached her about adding a twist to this tradition…Lavender knew that her vengeance was right and good.
Hermione's confusion went even deeper. That was until she saw what was gripped tightly in Lavender's other hand. It took a moment to register, but Hermione's heart sank as she realised. Lavender was tightly clutching a messy mix of different hairs. Ginger, blonde, black, brunette… All colours matching those in the room. Letting the hairs fall to the ground, Lavender pulled the door open, throwing it open in a triumphant way, the loud bang of the door hitting the wall drowning out Hermione meek, pleading words, "Lav…"
The group all watched as a figure appeared in the doorway, slowly sauntering into the room, her hips swinging as each step was enunciated by the click of a high heel. Eyes widened as they saw the devilish smirk curled across Pansy Parkinson's face, her lips a jet black and her piercing eyes surveying the room of helpless Gryffindors.
To everyone's surprise, Pansy was dressed rather strikingly in an emerald green corset, her breasts plumped up in the right fitting garb, her arms covered by elbow length latex gloves, a pair of panties framing her arse and a salacious set of fishnet stocking feeding into the pair of high heels that signaled her entrance. In her hand, she held a leather crop, flexing it as she did so, her hips cocked as she stood in the middle of the room. The silvery highlights on her outfit only served to emphasise her Slytherin loyalty, her being the slutty and domineering prefect that had often made the lives of the group a lot worse over the past two years.
The feeling that the Slytherin's were crashing the party was furthered by the group that quickly followed her into the room. Pansy stood at the head of a group of Slytherins, all of them dressed similarly. Daphne, Millicent, Crabbe, Goyle, Draco, Blaise and even Astoria flanked their leader, the ladies clad in similarly extravagant dominatrix outfits, laced with latex and leather, whilst the men wore simple emerald and silver robes. Whilst they were all dressed differently, one thing they shared was the same perverse and lecherous smile, with all of them eyeing up the group of friends with a strange, animalistic hunger.
"Sorry we're late. Mix-up with the invitations. Lavender can be ever so clumsy," Pansy smiled coyly, glancing over at Lavender who smirked with a similar giddiness. It was immediately apparent where Lavender's loyalties lay. It wasn't an infatuated smile, but rather one of comradeship. They were allies in this deception. Or at least, Lavender thought she was.
"Pansy. You're not meant to be here. I suggest you leave," Hermione said firmly, knowing full well what was about to happen. She was the only one who had pieced it together and she knew that the only way to stop what was already happening was for the Slytherins to leave. But of course, they had no intention to. Hermione could already feel her eyes being pulled in a specific direction, her heart starting to quicken as she felt a familiar thrum between her thighs. Fighting it, she knew it was only a matter of time.
"And I suggest you stand up and take your clothes off, and go fuck yourself…" Pansy ordered, staring at Hermione expectantly. Silence fell over the room as Pansy sighed disappointedly, "No? Shame. I was rather hoping I'd get to have a go at Granger. As much as I detest them, the prospect of fucking a mudblood into submission does get me going. Perhaps I'll borrow you... Depends if your new owner is feeling generous."
"Owner? Are you insane? Get the hell out of here. Now," Harry snapped, trying his best to appear authoritative, yet his words faltered as he began to feel that same allure that Hermione was feeling. Soon enough, his eyes widened in shock, "Wait… No…"
"The penny has dropped for Potter. I'll lend a hand and give a clue for the rest of you," Pansy said with a perverse grin. Turning to the group, she made a show of clearing her throat before ordering, "Now…I would like my submissive new pets to stand up… and strip naked…for their mistress…"
Pansy stood before them all. So arrogant, so cocky. But her cruel smile never wavered. And soon, they heard a sound that broke the spirit of the entire room.
"Yes, mistress," two voices spoke in unison, startling the rest of the group. Suddenly, both Dean and Luna rose to their feet, their faces turning from expressionless to consumed lust. Their eyes were fixed on their newfound mistress, almost glazed over in complete adoration. As soon as their first order was barked, any attempts they were making to resist the pull of their mistress were fruitless. Their hearts exploded in love and compulsion towards Pansy, with the two smiling fondly at the mere sight of their illustrious mistress. Luna looked at Pansy, the girl that bullied her and put her down for years…Now Luna just wanted to please her…Luna just wanted to fall to her knees for Pansy and serve the powerful girl in any way she wanted.
As soon as they were standing, Luna and Dean began to disrobe, with Dean immediately dropping his clothing to the ground, revealing his lightly toned frame and his thick bulging cock, his shaft pulsating as he stared at his mistress. Unable to stop himself, he dropped a hand to his cock, lightly pumping his fist back and forth, pleasuring himself to the mere presence of Pansy. The slightest change in her posture was enough to send pre-cum pouring from his cock, his shaft spasming unendingly in his palm. Here Dean was, in front of all of his friends, his former girlfriends and right next to Luna Lovegood, the girl Dean had deep feelings for…and all he wanted was his Slytherin Mistress. Dean wanted to explode right there for his dominating owner…but he knew he had to wait for her to allow him to feel pleasure…Mistress Pansy controlled everything now.
Luna was similarly aroused, with her robe falling to the side, unveiling her magically accentuated, lingerie clad body. Her previously dry pussy was now soaking wet, her panties clinging to her folds. Whilst she had been ordered to strip, she wanted to impress her mistress and as such began to rock her body back and forth, swaying in time to a silent rhythm, tussling her hair as she flaunted every angle of her body. Luna had always been a graceful girl, and now she wanted her Mistress to know how wet she was for her…how eager Luna was to serve the Slytherin sexpot. Moaning softly, she plucked the clasp of her bra, letting the garment fall loosely on her frame, peeling it away, she playfully squeezed her breasts, gently bouncing them for Pansy's amusement. Turning suddenly, she bent at the waist, pushing her ass towards Pansy and slowly peeling her panties loose of her amazingly juicy arse. Dropping them to the ground, she turned back to her mistress, now flaunting her completely naked body, her nipples rock hard and her hands cruising down to her pussy, unable to stop herself from rubbing her clit in response to the sheer majesty of her mistress and her gloriously perfect body.
"Oooh…" Pansy hummed, "Sexy boy…eager girl…now show them, my slaves…" With that, the confident and sexy Pansy turned away from the group. Her sexy, panty clad ass in full view of the others. Some turned away, others admitted that Pansy's body…and Pansy's arrogance as well...was making them excited. "…Now, show them what you are…"
And with that small order, Dean and Luna bowed to Pansy Parkinson. They bowed low. Pansy shifted her hips, so her sexy ass was swaying back and forth. She was giving them an arrogant look, as though she already knew that she had won. In moments, Dean and Luna lifted their heads…and they began to worship Pansy's ass. The two sexy kids were devoted to Pansy's body…and obeying her every desire.
That performance was all that was required to prompt the rest of the group to realise what was going on. It had been spiked…the love potion had turned them all into the obsessed, enthralled and obedient lovers of the dark Witches and Wizards of Slytherin. If they did not act fast, then they would all soon become like their friends…eagerly and obediently worshiping their enemies in any way their enemies desired.
But before they could protest, the Slytherins spoke in rehearsed unison, with Pansy looking silently onward. The Slytherin's outburst was brief, yet they all said it loud and clearly, "Strip."
That single order snapped every single one of the love-potion addled individuals into complete submission. Receiving their first order turned their sour disbelief, to infatuated eagerness. Giggling happily, everyone stood up, doing their best to catch their new master or mistress's eye, all of them following in the lead of Luna and taking on a perverse show. Robes were quickly tossed to the ground, with a sea of swaying and swinging flesh becoming exposed. The groups hands roamed along one another's bodies, helping to playfully undo the tight lingerie from their friend's bodies, all the while the Slytherins watched, growing quickly aroused. The Snake had tamed the lions and lionesses, and the defeated love slaves wanted their new masters and mistresses to see every sexy curve that they now owned…
The Patil Twins pulled each other close, grinding their bodies up against one another, their frames both perfectly identical and deliciously juicy. The intensity of their grinding caused their tight bras to bounce loose, their breasts exposed, spilling hungrily over one another's flesh. Helping each other with their panties, they roamed their hands across each other, making sure that their master knew just how plump they were, and just how wet they were growing. Parvati's red lingerie fell off her smooth dark skin, and her sexy face broke into ooohs and aaaahs for her new Mistress. She peeled off her sister's yellow lingerie, the Hufflepuffs large ass now sticking out, hoping that her master would claim it like the savage beast that he was. Parvati spanked Padma's large ass…and sent it off to do its master's bidding. Once Padma walked towards her man, Parvati got on all fours…and crawled to her perfect Slytherin goddess…
Hermione helped with Neville's robe, tossing it to the ground before wrapping her hand around his cock, bouncing it in her grasp to emphasise its meatiness. Standing proudly, Neville allowed Hermione to use him as a stripper pole, the girl strutting around him, running her hands across his naked body as she plucked her clothing loose. Eventually, she pressed her naked body against his, her breasts spilling across his stomach, her cheeks flustered and her face giddy with the hope that she had performed admirably. Hermione hoped that her movements would move her master to action…she wanted the Pureblood man to take her right there and right now. Neville, feeling his first naked body, gave Hermione's sexy curves almost no notice. He belonged to his master…his large cock pulsating and thickening for him and him alone….
Romilda, completely taken, wasted no time in throwing her hair loose and ripping her clothing from her body, pulling it against her skin until it snapped, her animalistic hunger evident from her luscious stares. Romilda was often considered a sexy, skanky slut, who aside from Harry had no problem getting what she wanted from men. But now that Romilda belonged to her Mistress…her perfect, sexy and curvaceous mistress…Romilda hoped that her sexy curves and beautiful moves could give her the permission to serve her with all her spirit.
Ginny played coy as Harry groped her, unveiling her breasts and teasing each of her nipples. Though her body was sexy to Harry, they were not doing this strip show for their own gratification…but rather to show their master their devotions…Bending at the waist, Ginny pushed her ass out, allowing Harry to peel her panties down, inching them tantalisingly slowly, unveiling her puckered, winking ass and her gorgeously silky pussy. It was proving her devotion to her new master…she was often considered the sexiest girl in school, and Ginny wanted her master to know that it all belonged to him. It was all meant to serve him…just as Harry Potter was meant to serve him. The two young lovers got on their hands and knees, and they prayed that their master would take them…like the sluts they were…
Ron dropped his robe and turned around, knowing his mistress cared only for his ass. Squeezing and playing with his cheeks, he stared hungrily over his shoulder, ignoring the stripping party around him, singularly focused on the woman who brought him joy in this moment. Just seeing his new owner…his new mistress…Ron almost came right then and there. Ron was about to be dominated…and it became his greatest fantasy come to life.
Finally, Seamus pulled his robe off, shaking his hips to cause his cock to bounce back and forth, hoping to impress his mistress, yet being sorely mistaken.
The sea of naked skin was a pleasant sight to the Slytherins, yet they cared only for their own personal toys, of which they were still unaware. Whilst there were certainly Submissives that were staring at particular Slytherins, just who belonged to who was a mystery that was slowly unfolding. At Pansy's behest, the Slytherins advanced, quickly sorting through and finding their own personal toys. It helped that after mere moments, most of the others were obediently drifting towards their new masters. Seeing their enemies supplicating themselves for the House of Slytherin was the ultimate aphrodisiac. The things they were going to do to them now…
Pansy didn't move. She watched as her enemies began to profess their unyielding love to her house. She felt powerful and sexy knowing that she had made them do whatever she and her friends desired. And what's more, Pansy enjoyed two slaves at her side…their sexy bodies on the edge of climax, just breathing in her presence. There was one last thing to tend to. One last Lioness to bring low…
"Did you drink yours, Lavender?" Pansy asked, keeping her eyes on the group in front of her, watching as the infatuated sluts practically leapt towards their designated owner, eager to please them. Confused by the question, Lavender struggled to formulate a response until Pansy turned to look at her, staring piercingly at her.
"What? No. Why would I drink something I know is rigged," Lavender said, a little baffled. The two of them had discussed the plan extensively, yet at no point had Lavender agreed to drink the potion. In fact, she was promised a turn with anyone in attendance she wanted, minus the Slytherins.
"You filthy, slut…you needed to drink the potion because I told you to… I thought we had an understanding. I help you… and you serve me…like the worthless bitch you are…" Pansy sighed, turning to face Lavender completely. Bowing her head, almost in disdain, Pansy reached into the depths of her cleavage and plucked a bottle of pink love-potion from within. Uncorking it, she looked past Lavender and gave another order, "Dean. Luna. Hold her still."
"What? No. I didn't agree to this… I…" Lavender gasped, feeling Dean and Luna grab her arms and hold her in place, their lecherous loving smiles appearing eerie in the context of her struggle. Once her friends, Dean and Luna now served Pansy Parkinson, and obeying their dark Witch's orders only made the two more desperate to please her more…and as her mouth was magically drawn open…Lavender feared that this was her last moment of freedom. It was her last moment…before her very soul would belong to the cruel, sexy and dominant Slytherin Prefect.
Pushing the opening of the bottle past Lavender's lips, Pansy ensured that the bushy-haired girl drank down every last drop. Unlike with the previous love-potion, this one had instant effects given that the person whose hair was in the bottle was administering it. Lavender's eyes glazed over, her wriggling struggles ceasing as she stared intensely at Pansy.
The sexy dark eyes. The cruel but irresistible smile. Lavender felt overwhelmed by Pansy's beauty. Seeing her large breasts, encased perfectly in the Slytherin green corset…she was more woman than Lavender could ever imagine. Pansy was sexy…she was the sexiest woman in the world. Lavender needed Pansy's love…she needed Pansy's power…her power was overwhelming…Soon, Lavender began to moan for Pansy…she began to moan for her mistress…
Throwing the bottle aside, Pansy stepped back, smiling widely as Lavender began to speak, "Oh… Thank you… mistress… For helping me see clearly. I've…oh fuck…I've been a bad girl…I've been such a…such a bad girl…not obeying my…my perfect, perfect mistress…I'm a bad girl… and I deserve to be punished… Please punish me…. I live to serve…"
"And serve you shall…" Pansy chuckled, gesturing for Dean and Luna to let go of her. With her three toys completely enthralled, Pansy led them to an open space in the room, eager to satiate her burning desires; desires that her Slytherin friends were already relishing avidly.
Draco had wasted no time in calling his two sluts to his side, his excitement growing tenfold when he watched none other than Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley rush over to him, their eyes beaming with delight for their new master. He had silently hoped for Harry and Hermione but fucking a blood traitor like Ginny into the dirt would suffice. Ordering them onto their knees, the two of them proudly dropped down and looked up at Draco, eager for him to expose his undoubtedly majestic cock. Pulling his robes off, Draco exposed his athletic frame, his cock thick and bulging, similarly accentuated by the same spells that Hermione had provided the Gryffindor boys. Both Ginny and Harry stared at it in disbelief, unable to believe that there was a more perfect cock in the world. Harry blushed softly, embarrassed that his own feeble length couldn't match up to the brilliance of his master's. However, he quickly took comfort in the fact that there was obviously no way in which he could ever compare. Enjoying his pets' lustful looks, Draco threaded his hands through each of their hair, tightly gripping them by the long locks and tugging their heads sharply backwards. Grunting in slight pain, the two of them grinned, knowing their discomfort was to their owner's pleasure, "Suck my cock sluts. Suck it good…"
"At once master… Oh… my… It's so… Mmm…" Ginny mewled, lifting her hands to Draco's cock, her nimble fingers wrapping around his length, the young redhead marvelling at the difficulty she had in connecting her fingers around his cock. Harry leapt to join her, choosing not to lose himself with words and instead latching his lips around the head of Draco's cock, curling and lapping his tongue across the throbbing flesh, savouring the musky taste of his master's cock. A deep moan of gratitude escaped his mouth as Ginny stared at him in frustration. She wanted to be the one to taste her master first. Grimacing, she quickly turned her head and pressed her lips against the side of Draco's cock, suckling on his flesh as best as she could from the strange angle, her tongue lunging from her mouth and curling along his throbbing cock. Smiling, Draco relished their enthusiasm. Seeing Potter so eager to suck his cock was nothing short of exquisite. Draco didn't think of himself as bisexual. In fact, the pleasure he got from Harry gorging his hungry lips on his cock wasn't because Harry was a man, but rather because it was Harry. That humiliating fact that Harry was so eager to humiliate himself and pleasure his mortal enemy was utterly captivating. A pleasure that was made even more satisfying by Potter's bitch doing the exact same.
"Look at you, Potter…. Sucking cock like the whore you are… I bet you fantasise about this. Fantasise about sucking your better's cocks. I bet if the Dark Lord walked in right now, you'd be begging like a bitch to suck his cock as well. How does it taste? How does my cock taste in your worthless mouth?"
"So good master… I love it. I want it all…" Harry moaned, only pulling away from Draco's cock for a split second to murmur single words, unable to go without his master's throbbing flesh in his mouth. Salivating wildly, he suckled on his head, slurping away passionately, his hands cradling Draco's length with soft and tender squeezes.
"I love your cock more master… I can take it all! See…" Ginny exclaimed, growing tired of sucking on the side of Draco's cock. Pushing Harry aside, she latched her lips around Draco's cock, plunging them clumsily downwards, swallowing as she did. Eagerly accepting Draco into her throat, she began to gag profusely, her untrained gullet doing its best to stop her. Despite that, she pushed through, forcing Draco's cock deep into her throat, her eyes beginning to glisten as she rested her lips against the base of his cock, staring lovingly up at him as his balls rested against her saliva slickened chin. Moving to pull away, Ginny felt Draco's hand hold her in place, pinning her firmly against his crotch, not daring to allow her to free her throat of his length.
"Your girlfriend loves my cock more. What do you have to say to that, you pathetic, fuck-slut?" Draco sneered at Harry, the boy wiping his chin as he watched Ginny's throat bulge. A quiver of horror filled him as he saw Ginny in such a depraved position, but that was quickly filled by shame and fury as he saw himself outperformed by his fellow submissive. Desperate to win Draco over, he changed tact.
"I love it more. I do, master. I want it. Please… Fuck me? Let me feel my master inside of me," Harry pleaded, turning around and pushing his ass into the air, his hands spreading his cheeks apart to flaunt his virgin, untouched asshole. Suddenly, the thought of Draco's cock in his ass was all he could think about, his obsession turning to unending desperation.
"No! Fuck me! I love your cock more. I want it, please? Please! My pussy or ass. I just want to feel my master in me!" Ginny erupted, finally being allowed to pull her lips from Draco's cock. Flinging herself beside Harry, she hoped that her curvier and perfectly shaped ass would win her master over. Sinking her hands into her ass, she struggled to wield the juiciness of her cheeks, yet her asshole and pussy glimmered from within.
"Besides master…" Ginny moaned, shaking her large, perfect ass for the Slytherin, "He's a half-blood…we both know you deserve a pureblood slut…like me…Please master…please take me with your thick Slytherin dick!"
"Look at you two… So, fucking pathetic. Begging to be fucked… I'm starting to think that you didn't even take any love-potion. But I'll fuck one of you. After all, Potter needs to learn that if he wants to earn his master's favour…" Draco smirked, shuffling over to Ginny and pressing his cock against her pussy. Ginny almost squealed in excitement as Draco slammed his hips forwards, burying his cock deep in her clutching pussy, the redhead moaning like the cock-hungry whore that she was. Bouncing back and forth, Draco pounding happily away at Ginny's pussy, building up a swift and salacious rhythm, his cock carving into her dripping wet pussy. Turning to Harry, Draco could see the disappointment in his eyes, the glimmer of a tear forming. With a smile, Draco finished his sentence, telling Potter where he went wrong, "He needs to swallow every single inch…"
"No… Please… I need it. I need your cock!" Harry begged, rushing to Draco's side and pleading with his master. Watching Draco's shaft slide in and out of Ginny was hypnotic. The shimmer of her juices on his length, the moans falling from Ginny's lips, the look of pleasure on his master's face; how Harry wished it could be him.
"Then suck my balls, freak. Maybe then I'll decide your ass is worth it," Draco snapped, turning his attention to Ginny, watching her ass cheeks bounce and gently clap, his cock being hugged tighter and tighter by her spasming, clutching cunt.
"Of course! Of course, my master…" Harry whimpered dutifully, dropping onto the ground and shuffling underneath Draco. His master was hammering away so fast that Harry struggled to catch his balls, his tongue barely able to graze them as he slapped against both Ginny's folds and Harry's face. Smirking, Draco relished the humiliating image of Harry being slapped by his balls. Just like the newly broken bitch-boy deserved...
Similarly, Crabbe and Goyle had wasted no time at all in indulging themselves with their newfound sex puppets. Of the two, Goyle had been most fortunate, receiving not one, but two of the sumptuous ladies in attendance, those being the buxom Padma Patil and the now unendingly horny Hermione Granger.
Crabbe on the other hand brushed his slut aside, taking no real interest at first in the ever-adoring Neville. Disheartened by his master's disapproval, Neville silently vowed to win his affections, even as Crabbe joined Goyle in sampling the two ladies that his friend had completely under his control. Goyle was quick to force Hermione onto her knees, feeding his cock down her throat with powerful gusto, slamming his meaty cock against her tight gullet, not bothering to allow her an opportunity to swallow him and instead simply ramming himself into her. Padma, keen to join in on the fun, dropped beside Hermione, hoping to have her throat used in a similarly intense fashion.
Instead, she was ordered by Goyle to provide for Crabbe. Turning, Padma stared up at the rotund boy, grimacing at the unpleasant man. His cock was similar to Goyle's in many respects, yet she was able to look upon it without the cloud of the love-potion…Padma did not want it... However, she was unable to resist Goyle's orders. She wanted him too badly…she even wanted to debase herself with another man for her master. Opening her mouth, Padma took Crabbe obediently into her throat, letting the boy grab at her hair and begin to fuck her throat. Even if she despised the owner of the cock, she knew that pleasing it would please her master. If her master wanted her to suck another man's cock, then she couldn't ignore such a calling. The two boys sloppily fucked the two girls, the swing of their balls colliding with the two girl's slickened chins filling the room, the two of them guffawing at the bleary eyes of their designated cock-sleeves. Laughing with one another at the pathetic Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, the two cackled loudly as they used their toys.
"Which one should I fuck first? I want to see…Gryffindor whores can take us both… at the same time!" Goyle asked, pulling his cock out of Hermione's mouth and slapping her with his thick meaty length. It wasn't physically pleasurable, yet he enjoyed smacking her to no end, his cock constantly hitting her cheeks, leaving smears of saliva and reddened impact marks each time, all the while Hermione grinned like the greedy whore she was. Hermione grabbed her large boobs, holding them up for her big, powerful, and pureblood master…she would do anything to entice the thick boy into taking her further…
"Erm… Granger… seems like…tightest…virgin," Crabbe commented, looking at Hermione's plump squashy arse, thinking that she couldn't have possibly had a cock in there already. The idea of claiming a virgin whore like her sent shivers down his cock, his shaft spasming in Padma's convulsing throat.
"Haha, yeah, probably…we should… pop her?" Goyle chuckled, grabbing Hermione by her hair and tugging her over to a nearby sofa. Collapsing onto it, he lifted her on top of him, resting his cock against her pussy, feeling her folds practically begging for him to thrust deep inside of her, "I'm taking her… mudblood cunt. You…take…arse."
"Mmm, yes master. Fuck my…my mudblood cunt with your thick…powerful cock…" Hermione moaned happily, trying to push her hips down in order to get her cunt stuffed sooner. Laughing at the outburst, Goyle playfully slapped her ass before resting his hands on her hips. In one swift and firm motion, he pulled her down onto his cock, thrusting deep into a clutching pussy. He was taking the sexy know-it-all like a bitch in heat…and Hermione just moaned her devotions to her master. Gasping, Hermione collapsed forwards, pressing her tits against Goyle's chest, her hot breath rushing across his ear as she cradled her master close, unable to fathom the ecstasy filling her slutty new body.
"Shall I…may I… prepare your cock for her ass, master?" Neville asked, stepping forwards and dropping to his knees, hoping that Crabbe would allow him the honour of at least a quick taste. Crabbe's only thought of Neville, a boy he had bullied for so long… was that fucking Neville and putting him in place would be fun to get away with. It meant every time he picked on old Longbottom…Neville would remember himself moaning like a whore for him. Yet, with two buxom beautiful women to use…assuming Goyle was not using them…why would he go for someone like Neville?
"Fuck off…Longbottom… Why would I want your…fucking mouth… anywhere near my cock!" Crabbe snapped, plucking Padma from his cock and pushing her to the side, brushing Neville's offer away in a matter of moments. Blushing, embarrassed for asking, Neville crawled after his master, watching as his glorious owner took position behind Hermione, his firm and manly hands sinking into her ass cheeks, pawing at her flesh with such hunger and intensity.
How Neville wished that was his ass being played with. Getting a better angle, Neville committed every inch of Crabbe's bulbous cock to memory, watching with a salivating mouth as Crabbe pressed his cock against Hermione's asshole and drove himself deep into her puckered hole. Neville felt his own asshole twitch, his body throbbing in desperation. He was enamoured by the way Crabbe's cock carved into Hermione's hole, his wiry pubic hair grinding against her soft ass, his balls gently slapping against her cheeks. The way that Hermione's body was pinned between the two men was so captivating. Ignoring Goyle, Neville couldn't help but imagine himself in such a position, his ass being used for his master's pleasure. Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be. As Crabbe began to pump his cock in and out of Hermione's ass, pounding away with as much intensity as her untouched, virgin asshole could provide, he couldn't help but air his frustrations, "You're so lucky…so fucking tight…big fucking ass… I'm stuck with that freak…Longbottom freak"
Neville blushed at the insult but couldn't help but feel his heart race at the mere fact that his master acknowledged him. His cock twitched at the thought. Neville, realizing that he must prepare, took his wand. He did not aim it at the two bullies, now pulverising his good friend Hermione. No, Neville pointed the wand downward…he pointed the wand down his ass…and felt a pain overtake him as it transformed…
The two Slytherins carved their cocks in and out of Hermione, pounding away at her clutching holes, religiously using her for their own pleasure, all the while Hermione moaned and groaned, feeling waves of intense pleasure thrumming through her body, all because her master made it so. Padma clambered onto the sofa beside Goyle, her hands running across his body, the sparkle in her eye showing her adoration. Seeing the pleasure on her fellow slut's face only made her more aroused and set her into a more passionate state of affection.
"Will my master fuck me like he's fucking her? I would do anything for my master's cock inside my cunt. Anything at all," Padma mewled, her pleading sending shivers through Goyle's cock. Unlike Draco, Goyle was baser and found the begging to be somewhat endearing.
"Anything? Well then slut…" Goyle said with a grin, eager to make good use of the offer. Ignoring the fact that his friend was balls deep in Hermione's asshole, Goyle lifted the girl up, causing Crabbe to stagger backwards, his cock slipping out of Hermione's clutching hole. Flipping the bushy-haired girl onto her hands and knees on the sofa, Goyle returned his cock to her pussy, starting to hammer away with the same passion as before. Turning to Padma, he gave her an order, "If you want my cock… inside you…lick my ass…bitch…"
"Your… You want to… Wow… " Padma's eyes glazed over. Moments ago, she thought of Goyle as one of the ugliest boys in their whole year. But now that she looked down, as she looked at Goyles' big, sweaty ass...it enticed her. It made Padma want her master more...Knowing that she could give this god of a man pleasure by debasing herself was more than she had ever fantasized about.
"You…you honour me master, with such a request…I am yours…" Padma beamed, giddy at the thought of being allowed to tend to such an intimate area of her master's body. Despite the fact that he was moving his hips, Padma resolved to do her best, resting her hands on his ass cheeks and spreading them gently apart. Pushing her tongue between his ass, she lapped at his hole, guiding her tongue across his puckered entrance. The power of Goyle's thrusts often caused her face to be plunged between his ass suddenly and without warning, yet she welcomed it, knowing that it brought Goyle pleasure. Eventually, she had serviced his hole enough that she could slip her tongue inside, eliciting deep moans and impassioned growls of pleasure from the man, his eyes rolling closed as he savoured the bliss of Hermione's warm pussy around his cock, and the delight of Padma's wriggling tongue in his ass. He loved the sensations Padma was giving him, almost as much as the control he took from her. Goyle was a beast of a man, Granger was his bitch and Padma was his ass slut...his power was beyond anything he had ever dreamed of.
"Goyle? Oi! Goyle. Tell your… stupid slut…let me fuck her," Crabbe called out, having tried to drop down behind Padma and take her from behind, yet with her previous order superseding the one to tend to Crabbe, she wriggled and fought, brushing him aside in favour of her master's asshole. With Goyle consumed in his haze, Crabbe grimaced, annoyed that his cock was without a sheathe.
Begrudgingly, he turned to Neville, seeing the hopeful look of desperation on his face. Neville was bent low…shaking his now impossibly large ass, for his master. It was massive, a bubble-butt to end all…The size of it jiggled for Crabbe. It almost mesmerized Crabbe. As Neville twerked his now large and feminine ass for his master…as he debased himself for his bullies' pleasure, Crabbe realized that it was his…Longbottom's thick and fuckable ass was his…and it would be for all time. Crabbe found the idea of fucking Neville's ass hard and fast to be what he wanted. He wanted to break Neville in two.
"Bend over bitch."
"Oh! Master… You… Of course. Please… Use me how you please!" Neville began, scrambling to shuffle himself onto all fours, arching his back as he presented his massive, shaking and obedient ass. His master wanted to fuck him. In all his life Neville had never felt more euphoric than in that moment. Needless to say, the feeling of Crabbe's cock against his asshole was bliss incarnate. For years to come, Neville would remember that building pressure, that feeling of his cock easing into him. And the moment his asshole parted… Exquisite. As soon as Crabbe had access to Neville's asshole, he powered suddenly and swiftly forwards, his crotch smacking against Neville's squashy ass, his balls colliding with Neville's. Crabbe broke all of Neville's barriers, and his reward was the feeling of being engulfed by his slaves' meaty flesh. In the moment, Neville couldn't help but think how delightful it was to have his pathetic balls smothered by a real man. Crabbe was in control, he was the man, and Neville was the bitch…just like Crabbe had been telling him for years. And then, Crabbe began to fuck Neville, taking out his frustrations at being denied a ride on Padma. Pounding and hammering into Neville, Crabbe made sure that each thrust was as deep and as powerful as possible, ripples from the impact shuddering through his and Neville's bodies. Neville had already spurted an orgasm down his thigh and was giddily anticipating the next one as his body began to gleam with sweat. He was screaming like a bitch in heat…he would never live it down how Crabbe was taking him and making him into a whore. Grabbing Neville's hands, Crabbe planted them on the boy's ass, forcing him to spread his massive cheeks apart. Leaning forwards, Crabbe planted his hand on the back of Neville's head pushing his face against the floor, muffling the boy's moans and mewls of pleasure, all the while adding an air of domination that made it all the more scintillating.
***
Neville wasn't the only boy being dominated by the firm hand of a Slytherin.
A little distance away, Ron had completely been laid claim by his newfound mistress. In a stroke of irony, Ron found himself bound utterly to the will of Millicent Bulstrode, the chubbiest of the Slytherin's making for a strict new mistress. Whilst clad in the same dominatrix outfit, she boasted more comfortably sized garments that actually made her frame seem all the more appealing. She was a madam…and pathetic and enthralled boys like Ron Weasley were meant to worship her curves. Ron was infatuated with the woman and had immediately dropped down onto his knees, eager to satiate his owner's desires. Laughing as she saw who she had to play with, Millicent pushed him onto his back with her heel before straddling his face. Clumsily drawing her panties to one side, she wasted no time in dropping her ass down onto his face. At first, she had no real desire for pleasure and simply relished the delight of smothering the boy who teased her in the very juicy flesh he made fun of. But as she wriggled back and forth, with Ron's face being pushed deeper between her curvaceous arse cheeks, she felt a shiver of pleasure rush through her body as Ron pierced his tongue deep into her arse. Moaning suddenly, Millicent couldn't help but giggle. She had her doubts about all this, but she now had Ronald Weasley's tongue lodged deep into her ass, something he did of his own volition out of a desire to pleasure her. Grunting, she began to bounce herself up and down, tongue-fucking her own entrance with Ron's hungry tongue. The satisfaction of the act was immense and did wonders for building up her lustful libido. She had her eyes set on one singular thing and was going to enjoy every second of it.
As she ground her ass against Ron's face, the boy smothered in a sea of soft flesh, Millicent reached for her wand, eager to try out a spell that Pansy had taught her. Waving her wand across her crotch, she watched a burst of magic erupted from the wand, forming into the shape of a thick and bulging cock. It took a few moments to materialise above her pussy, not replacing it, but simply sitting comfortably above it. As soon as the shaft had appeared in full, it dropped down beneath its own weight, smacking against her thighs, and revealing to Millicent that the facsimile cock functioned and felt just like a real one. Not that she had any experience in that. Giddy at the mere sight of it, she clambered off of Ron, pushing him onto his hands and knees and tugging his head up. Grabbing her cock, she drew his gaze towards it, proud and eager to show her new appendage off, "Look! It's bigger than your pathetic little nub. Isn't it majestic? How much does my little sub-slut want his mistress's cock inside of him? Hmm?"
"So much! Please! Fuck me with it. Please, mistress," Ron mewled, his ass puckering at the thought of his mistress bestowing upon him a thick cock. Millicent couldn't help but moan at the words coming out of his mouth. After years of teasing, such subservience was nothing short of spectacular.
"Only if you give it a nice kiss for good luck. Then your mistress will use your ass like it's supposed to be used," Millicent said, guiding her cock in towards Ron's lips. Like a good fuck-toy, he puckered his lips and pressed them against her cock, feeling pre-cum smear across his lips. Moaning loudly, he savoured the taste, hoping Millicent would give him permission to suck her off, "Good… Little sub-sluts always need to kiss their better's cocks. Anytime you see my cock, I want you to immediately kiss it. Is that understood?"
"Yes, mistress. Of course, mistress," Ron nodded, thrilled that he was given permission to worship his mistress so openly like that. A part of him even wished that she would one day bring her cock out in the middle of the corridor and he would be able to show everyone his adoration for her. What Ron once found ugly, he now understood was divine. His mistress was powerful, and it was Ron's duty to devote himself to her every curve.
With that said, Millicent made her way behind him, lifting her hands and sharply spanking Ron, admiring his fleshy rear end. The boys always teased her…but she was a Slytherin, they would all soon worship her power. The next time Ron, or the other immature boys like him passed her in the hallways, they would no longer snicker. No…now all they would do was moan for her…and beg her to take their ass' like the bitches they were.
As she slapped her cock between his cheeks, she looked up at him and noticed his gaze was drawn over to Hermione, his face focussing on the look of pure bliss on his crush's face as she was railed from behind by the big and powerful Goyle.
"Look at how much she loves his cock. I bet she never moaned like that for you. Never begged for your cock like she's begging for his. You're such a fucking loser. I mean look at her. She's enough of a whore to beg for Goyle's dirty cock, yet she wouldn't even go near yours! You have no idea how lucky you are that I'm going to fuck you. Look at her. Look at the girl you couldn't get whilst I fuck your worthless bitch-boy ass…" Millicent ordered, grabbing him by his hair and ensuring that he couldn't look away. The words stung, but he knew they were true. He should worship his mistress for the honour she gave him. He knew that he could never bring Hermione the pleasure she deserved. He only hoped he could serve Millicent as dutifully and sufficiently as she deserved.
"Yes… Yes mistress…" Ron grunted, his sentence stuttered by Millicent easing her cock inside of him, his asshole hugging tightly at his cock as it lovingly enveloped her gorgeous length. This was all new to Millicent, so she had no real desire to hammer and pound away. Instead, she wanted to explore his ass and feel every tight spasming inch, to give Ron a proper taste of what being his mistress's butt-slut was going to be like. Inching every forward, she used her grip on his hair to anchor herself, allowing her to get that satisfying depth with the final inch, her crotch pressing against his ass, the bulge of her belly resting on the curve of his ass. Groaning happily as his prostate was gently squeezed, Ron kept his eyes firmly on Hermione, yet steadily began to ignore the burning jealousy in his heart. He wanted to be the one making love to her. At least at first. But now he had felt the pleasure of being fucked by his mistress… he wanted nothing more. He didn't care for the wet glisten on Hermione's folds, or the soft embrace of her squashy ass. He only cared for his mistress's cock in his ass. He whimpered when she first began to pull out, yet she quickly built up a soft and intimate pace, easing herself back and forth, guiding his mammoth length into his ass with a slow precision, her cock singing with intense pleasure. She understood why boys were so fixated on fucking people. It was a delicious pressure, hugging at her sensitive new length, filling her body with pleasure. All of which was accentuated by the utter subservience that Ron was displaying. Lifting one of her hands, she brought it sharply down onto Ron's ass cheeks, the boy yelping loudly before letting out a low growl of approval. He adored anything and everything she did. It was an unconditional infatuation. Needless to say, that feeling was completely intoxicating, and Millicent found herself giving in to her primal urges, her pounding thrusts growing quicker and the sharp smack of her hands against his ass growing ever more often. She was going to train her bitch-boy into the perfect sexual slave. He would satiate any desire she wanted and after years of being considered the unappealing one, she had an awfully big imagination.
Next to Millicent and her fuck-toy was the largest group in the room, composed of the two Greengrass sisters and their shared group of submissive pets. Astoria had the luxury of being the mistress of the second Patil twin, in Parvati, whilst Daphne boasted the duo of Romilda and Seamus, the two of them infinitely taken by the majesty of their bleach blonde mistress. Immediately, a clear dynamic was struck within the group in that the Greengrass sisters lavished Parvati and Romilda, leaving Seamus to watch the scintillating orgy of stunning female flesh. Given Seamus' more lecherous nature, it was torturous to see a fantasy fulfilled in front of him whilst he was forced to simply watch from the side-lines. Moaning softly, Daphne arched her back, biting her lip as Romilda's lips captured one of her nipples, the Gryffindor's tongue lapping and suckling at her teat, her fingers all the while dancing across her mistress' impossible soft skin. Astoria shared in the ecstasy of her sister, bringing her lips down to Daphne's, pulling her older sibling into a deep and erotic kiss, their tongues interweaving as they moaned hungrily into one another's mouths. Parvati's tongue was buried deep into Astoria's pussy, tasting the sweetest and most succulent taste she had ever had the privilege of delighting. Pawing at Astoria's pert ass cheeks, Parvati stared intensely at her mistress as the blond goddess kissed her own sister. Strangely enough, whilst none of the other subdued Gryffindors felt any attraction to anyone beyond their own mistress, Parvati had a slight quiver of arousal towards Daphne. The compulsion to obey her wasn't as strong as Astoria's, and she was wholeheartedly devoted to the younger Greengrass, yet given the fact they were sisters, there was a subtle overlap in the way the potion worked. Similarly, Romilda was completely given to Daphne, yet felt that same urge to worship Astoria. And given that the two sisters were quick to order their sluts to pleasure the two Greengrasses as if they were both their mistress, it was easy for Romilda and Pansy to fall beneath the duo of Slytherin sisters.
Plucking her lips away from Astoria's, Daphne glanced over at Seamus, the boy having been forced to knee a short distance away from them, his eyes fixated on the orgy of flesh in front of him, his cock visibly twitching between his thighs as he kept his hands clenched behind him, his nails almost digging into his palm as he forced himself to not pleasure himself. Laughing, Daphne looked at his cock. Given the Gryffindors had accentuated their anatomy, Daphne had been quick to make adjustments of her own, shrinking his cock to a tiny and more appropriate size. She wanted him to know that his body was hers. His cock would be the size she wanted it to be when she wanted It to be. Besides, she knew a boy like Seamus tied to much of his self-worth into his manhood. As such, it was a fitting punishment. Brushing Romilda's lips away from her nipple, Daphne silently gestured towards Astoria, indicating that Romilda was to pleasure her sister. Doing as she was bid, Romilda and Parvati worked in tandem. Romilda took the front of Astoria and dove her pussy amidst the blonde's silky pussy, whilst Parvati devoted her attention to Astoria's tight asshole, curling her tongue into the girl's arse. Moaning happily, Astoria savoured the delight of having both of her holes tended to by eager and talented tongues. This wasn't the first time either of these whores had licked at a woman. Whilst she savoured the pleasure, her attention was wholly on her sister, watching as Daphne strode slowly over to Seamus, drawing the boy's gaze as she loomed over him, towering atop her high heels. Silently staring into Seamus' eyes, Daphne smirked.
"So…half-blood…Do you want to touch me?" Daphne asked in a slow and sultry voice, stepping forwards again, bringing her body even closer to Seamus'. His lips hovered mere inches away from her stomach, his hot and hungry breath rushing across her skin; laboured and heavy.
"More than anything…" he murmured, hoping that this would be his chance. His cock throbbed and twitched, leaking pre-cum down his shaft, his cock a glistening sheen of his own making. Smirking at his response, Daphne began to slowly circle him, hovering her hand dangerously close to his body.
"That's a shame. I'm not going to let you. Not yet," Daphne teased, circling around him, tapping a single finger against the back of his neck and watching as Seamus moaned pathetically, "I bet you thought this would be heaven. Being the sex-pet of a beautiful woman like me. Pleasing me… Pathetic…You couldn't please me if you tried. With a cock like that? I wouldn't be able to even feel it. It's so pathetic… And small…"
"I'm sorry mistress…" Seamus murmured, blushing as his cock reacted with a twitch in response to her degradation, a fact that was not lost on the woman as she came to his side, cocking her hip and bringing her ass closer to his head, the boy sweating as he turned his gaze to her gorgeously rounded rear-end.
"Don't be sorry. I don't have any plans to use it…in fact… Jerk yourself off," Daphne said sharply and coldly, moving away from Seamus, allowing him to draw a deep breath as he lunged his hand at his cock and stroked himself wildly, pumping his hand passionately along his shortened cock, struggling to maintain a rhythm with his length shrunk. As pleasure filled his body, his satisfaction was interrupted.
"Ha! How pathetic do you have to be to jerk off when there are so many beautiful women in front of you," Astoria giggled, teasing the boy as he stroked himself, her hands roaming across the two beautiful women in front of her, caressing their skin so as to further torment him.
"You are pathetic. And you're just going to jerk off for me. Stroke your worthless little cock. And maybe… just maybe I'll let you cum… But for now, Watch…" Daphne ordered, relishing in the shame that filled Seamus' face. Even though he was embarrassed, he continued to work his hand along his cock, savouring each stroke as he ogled the gorgeous domineering sisters. Returning to Astoria and their female pets, Daphne quickly reclined on the sofa, lifting her leg to flaunt her pussy before guiding Parvati's tongue into her glistening cunt, relishing the stunning bliss that came from such a delectable tongue. Despite being Astoria's slut, Parvati submitted readily, knowing that pleasing her mistress' sister would in turn please her sister. As such, she was intent on making Daphne cum, with the Patil twin guiding fingers towards the woman's entrance, dipping three inside of Daphne's warm, glistening cunt, and relishing in the tight pull of her stunning depths.
"Bitch-boy! I'm tired of you jerking off. I want you to finger your ass for me. Play with it like a good fuck-pet," Astoria called out having pushed Romilda flat on her back and straddled her face, burying her amidst the sopping wet flesh of her glorious pussy. Seamus looked at Astoria, his hand halting on his cock, almost instinctively moving. However, he ignored the compulsion and looked to his mistress, wanting her approval first.
"You heard my sister. Play with your ass…" Daphne ordered, quelling the fury that arose from her slut ignoring her own sister's orders. Bowing his head, Seamus did as he was told, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs. Lifting them back as far as he could, he flaunted his tight, puckered little hole, his ass winking at the two sisters as they delighted in his performance. Lowering several pre-cum soaked digits to his ass, he winced as he eased the fingers inside, curling them into her own entrance, finding the discomfort to be bearable as long as it was in pursuit of his mistress' satisfaction. Pumping his fingers back and forth, he began to moan softly, fingering his ass in time with Daphne's moans, hinging every aspect of his pleasure on the silky rhythm of his rising breath.
"Yes mistress…" Seamus groaned throatily, the words falling from his lips so naturally. They caused his stomach to tight in excitement. The very idea of his mistress was such a delicious thought in his mind; a thought that drove his fingers into faster and faster movements.
"What do you think? Has he earned an orgasm? I think he has," Daphne called out, looking to Astoria for her opinion, only to find Astoria pulling Parvati away and returning the Indian slut's tongue to where it belonged: plunged deep in her asshole. Chuckling, Daphne gestured for Seamus to join them, the boy stumbling as he rushed over to them. Waving her wand, Daphne returned his cock to a more respectable length, his eyes widening at the honour his mistress bestowed. In his eagerness, he moved towards Daphne, presuming his mistress was going to allow him to fuck her. As he did so, a hand planted itself on his chest, stopping him in his tracks, "What do you think you're doing? You're not going to fuck me! You're never going to fuck me. I won't belittle my temple of a body with a worm like that. No… You're going to fuck Romilda here…"
"What? Mistress…" Romilda whimpered, the idea of allowing Seamus of all people into her body causing her disgust. She adored her mistress, not her fellow sub-slut. Yet, Daphne turned to her, a sharpness in her eyes and fury on her lips.
"Did you think I wasn't going to punish you for your pitiful oral skills? You must think so little of your mistress…" Daphne snapped in disdain, having not forgotten about the immense disappointment she first experienced from her curly haired fuck-doll.
"No! I didn't… I didn't mean…" Romilda began, apologising profusely as Daphne pushed her to the ground and straddled her. Sinking her hips down, Daphne silenced Romilda's pathetic mewling with her pussy, ensuring that Romilda had complete and unrequited access to her folds. Moaning softly, Daphne leant forwards and planted her hands onto Romilda's thighs. Pulling them towards her, she spread the nicely shaven slut's legs apart, presenting the girl's pussy to Seamus, his cock throbbing eagerly.
"Enough of that… Get practicing bitch. Now… fuck her pussy. Fill her up and remember…" Daphne ordered, watching as Seamus shuffled into place, resting his cock against Romilda's pussy, feeling the wet warmth of her gleaming folds against his shaft. The promise of such intense pleasure was so delicious. He was about to thank his mistress for such a reward, yet Daphne interrupted him, reminding him of the bitter truth; a bitter truth that he couldn't help but think about each time he thrust into Romilda's pussy; a bitter truth that soured each wave of exquisite pleasure he experience, "This is the closest thing to my pussy that you'll ever get… My cunt is for proper cocks. Not a glorified little clit…"
Those words rang in Seamus' head as he drove himself into Romilda, her spasming pussy providing more pleasure than he could ever hope for. Yet despite all that, he couldn't help but remind himself that he would never get the pleasure he so desperately craved. The pleasure that plagued his mind so intensely. His every thought was of his mistress, yet he would never be able to savour her truly.
The wet slap of Seamus fucking Romilda filled the room, joining in the chorus of slapping flesh from around the room. Draco dominated Ginny and Harry, Goyle pounding Hermione and Padma, Crabbe ass-fucking Neville, Millicent laying claim to Ron, Astoria smothering Parvati in her ass, and Daphne showing Seamus and Romilda who was queen.
And watching it all unfold was the mastermind of each exquisite pleasure. Pansy had taken her place in the corner of the room, lounging on a large armchair, resting on her back so her ass and pussy dangled over the edge, allowing Lavender to dart her tongue back and forth between her two holes. Now completely at Pansy's disposal, Lavender's tongue lavished and lapped at the woman's pussy, tasting the sweetness of her delicious juices, only to dance her tongue down to her mistress' puckered asshole to continue flooding her Slytherin overlord with satisfying pleasure. They all thought that Lavender was prettier than Pansy…but as Lavender moaned and squealed with pleasure as she gave everything to the Slytherin…it was clear that Pansy was better. Pansy was sexier, she was more dominant…and she could get anything she wanted from others now.
Both Luna and Dean were beside Pansy, the former acting as a manservant to his mistress, holding a goblet of pumpkin juice at her discretion, kneeling to his goddess like a slave. Luna on the other hand, was tasked with providing a performance, a never-ending performance praising Pansy's unattainable power. The supple blonde was swaying back and forth, fondling herself to please her mistress, lightly bouncing her breasts and clapping her ass to make the pleasure from Lavender's oral all the more satisfying. Pansy was quite pleased with her new pets. Whilst everyone else in the room was going for the bombastic first act for their new sexual lives, Pansy was quietly slipping into what she anticipated being a more typical existence. It wouldn't be wild orgies every day. It would be her relaxing as her sluts tended to her. One between her legs, one at her side, and the other making sure she had the eye-candy to make each orgasm blissful. And all three of them were completely at her whim. A fact that was ever so amusing to her…devotion was what she demanded, and devotion was what she would always get. Smirking to herself, she turned to Dean. As she spoke, Pansy enjoyed seeing her manservant quiver with need at her every breath.
"Slave…go fuck Luna in the ass. As hard as you can. In fact. Pick her up and impale her on your cock. Hard and fast. I want to hear her squeals."
"…At once mistress," Dean nodded, and went to the sexy blonde's side. Dean was taking no pleasure in fucking Luna like this, he would never be so cruel or base on his own…but obeying his mistress's command turned Dean into a beast for Pansy. Luna would not be able to breath by the time he was done with her. Marching over to Luna, he quickly swept her up in his arms, the girl squealing as he angled his cock towards her ass. Just as he was about to push into the blonde's hole, Pansy reached for her wand, waving it quickly to add another couple of inches to his cock. Just for good measure. As Dean brought Luna slamming down on his cock, she squealed loudly, the pain of having her ass fucked surging for all but a moment before melting into intense pleasure.
"That's it…" Pansy mused to herself as she watched the show, "Break her in two slave-boy…show me you DESERVE to me mine!"
As Dean heard his new orders, he began to slam Luna down even faster. Luna was a vision of beauty to Dean and taking her and feeling her curves was something Dean had only ever dreamed about. But even though he was ass-fucking Luna, all of his attention, all of his devotion was on Pansy. There she was, his mistress, his ultimate fantasy. Here she was, being pleasured by her enemies, and her enemies were all just begging for more. As Dean saw her tits rise and fall in her tight green corset, as Dean saw her perfect legs snake up and down Lavenders submissive form below her…as Dean saw his mistress laugh as he sodomized Luna purely for her own amusement…Dean realized that this was the sexiest woman in the world. She was a true goddess, and he wanted to release his cum for her…to prove that he was nothing but Pansy Parkinson's sex toy. But he needed her to command him to do so…Dean needed to follow Pansy's every desire…so rather than focus on his need, he just kept pounding Luna's tight asshole…he just kept giving her more and more for his Mistress's pleasure.
The sensations were so powerful, Luna had to do her best to cling to Dean as he pumped his cock into her ass, ensuring that he followed his mistress' words to a tee. His thrusts lasted for all of a few minutes, just one order, and the slaves would cum in praise to Pansy Parkinson, their mistress and ruler… but Pansy grew tired of the display. It was entertaining, sure, but the Slytherin was somewhat quick to dance between delights. That, and her throat was growing dry.
"I need a drink! Now!" Pansy called Dean, prompting him to drop Luna to the ground, his cock pulling from her ass in a matter of moments as she dropped down. Slumping for a moment, Luna watched Dean rush to Pansy's side, pouring her a drink before kneeling at attention once again. It was painful for Luna, seeing such a nice boy like Dean. He just took her anal virginity and then threw her away because Pansy Parkinson wanted to be served. But Luna could not blame him. All she cared about was seeing Pansy be given anything she desired. Luna would give her life, if she thought that would make her mistress happy…so powerful was Pansy's spell over the sexy Ravenclaw.
Slowly, the blonde pushed up onto her feet, clearing her mind and resuming her slow and seductive dance, twisting in time to a silent tune, captivating Pansy once again, the woman pleased by how dutiful her sluts were. They knew their place already. Sinking into the chair, she allowed another orgasm to rush through her, her hairs standing on end as her nipples hardened, standing proudly atop the curve of her breast. Lavender's face was a mess of saliva and Pansy's arousal, with any make-up the curly-haired girl had on being ruined.
From the moment Pansy sat down, Lavender had been working between her legs, her tongue growing tired as she constantly pushed Pansy towards another orgasm. Even after delighting in countless orgasms, Pansy told her to continue, reclining into her chair and letting her eyes roll closed; the cycle began again.
She looked at the others. She looked at the dancing Luna, Pansy was not sure that she should not just grow a cock and finish what Dean started. Pansy then looked at Dean, so sexy, so devoted, and so pained with his massive dick pulsating and resisting release for her pleasure. Feeling sexy and powerful, Pansy wanted to show just how devoted these slaves now were to her.
Pansy snaps her delicate gloved hand. All three of her thralls cum. They lose all control. They fall to their knees, Dean cumming on the ground, never once having touched his sex. Luna falling on her large tits as she looked up at her powerful mistress, and Lavender rocking her sexy body, not daring to leave Pansy's sex. All through their orgasm they praised their mistress, they thanked their mistress, and their minds became even more devoted to Pansy's power over them. Then, not a minute afterwards, they all resumed their duties, like the good slaves they were. Luna put more effort into her dance, Dean holding his Mistress' attention and Lavender, now commanded to sniff and lick Pansy's perfect asshole, licked away in wrapped devotion.
Pansy was so devilishly proud of what she had accomplished today. As the sounds of sex filled her mind, she knew that she could most certainly grow used to it. And she would. In her own dormitory, she had a cauldron of love-potion brewing and bubbling, ready to top up the Gryffindors should their loyalty wane. Of course, now that they had drunk a dose, there was no need for deception. They'd willingly guzzle down their medicine, and debase themselves publicly throughout the school, proving once and for all which house was dominant in all things. Despite all that Pansy couldn't help but muse over her plans. Seeing all the sex unfold in front of her was a treat, yet she commanded only three of them. Three sluts. Naturally, the Slytherins followed her orders, but they wouldn't submit. These Gryffindors and their friends may not need any more deception, but should her desires grow beyond their current limits, she may well need some further trickery. After all, she had often fantasized about Draco bent over, begging her to use him as she pleased. If her fantasy of using the Gryffindors like sex-pets could come true, why not that one?
Pansy turned around, her perfect ass now raised in the air. Three devoted slaves massaged and licked every inch of her perfect flesh…and Pansy made her plans to take more.
