(a/n: Hey, I'm not really writing anymore, but this one was close to done so I thought I should post it. Some people helped with notes, so if they write into the comments I'll thank them there. WARNING: This is a Dom/Sub chapter, and there is Gay content within the story. If you don't like that stuff, obviously, you should read something else.)
Year Six
Right before the first Quidditch game.
"What was that, Harry?" Hermione asked.
Harry just gulped down his morning brew. Ron did the same, to Hermione's shameful scorn. They both felt great, as though nothing in the world could stop them. Harry smiled, he had just tricked his friend Hermione, the cleverest Witch of her age, that he had drugged Ron with Luck potion, in an effort to build up the tall redhead's confidence.
Harry had never been more confident. He was about to win his first Quidditch game as captain. More than that, he was going to do so with Ron, his best friend as a Keeper. He had just tricked Ron, because good captains and good friends know how to inspire others to greatness. Not only was Harry about to win in Quidditch, not only was he about to impress Ginny Weasely, his friend turned sexual fantasy, but he was going to get to defeat the Slytherin's in the process.
In all of his years at Hogwarts, Harry had never lost to the Slytherin Quidditch team. Harry looked around the great hall. Finally it was all coming together. And they were all looking at Harry, ready to see him fly to another great Gryfyndor victory. And now he was finally old enough to enjoy all of those victory parties Oliver Wood would never let him attend.
Harry looked at his table. Ginny was sitting with Demelza and Katie. So sexy, seductive and cool, Harry's heart leapt for Ginny. Gone was the little girl with her first crush. Now she was a woman, and an exquisite Chaser at that. Katie and Demelza were attractive together. Harry was thrilled that all three would be with him, side by side, as they won their first game. Harry turned to sneer at Malfoy. He could not wait to put the snot in his place.
Like always, the Slytherin's looked smug, entitled and elitist. Malfoy and his girlfriend Pansy were jeering particularly wide this morning. Harry decided to let his rivals have their moment. It would make catching that snitch way more satisfying.
In the corner of Harry's eye he saw Milicent Bulstrode. The plump girl was decked out in Slytherin green. She passed the Gryffindor table, and she gave Harry an odd look. Harry was used to this by now. All of the Slytherin's looked down on Harry. He was so focused on the game, on putting Malfoy and the Slytherin's in place… let them sneer. Harry was going to show them a Quidditch game like they had never seen before.
Harry's eyes were still on the plump Slytherin though. She was right across from where Harry was sitting, her back to him. Milicent bent over. The fat girl in their year, Milicent, was dressed in green. Her hair was even green, exalting her house. Harry had never given the girl much thought… he would never be as cruel as Ron, but Harry had to admit that he had no interest in a girl like Millicent… Her attitude, her loyalties… and her size gave Harry nothing to admire.
Yet here Harry was. His eyes were still on Millicent. He could not leave the Slytherin girl's back. What was worse, Harry started to check out her bum. Milicent Bulstrode had a massive ass… it was twice as big as any other girl… it was big, round… and supple…
And Harry just stared at her ass. He could not pry his eyes away. As Milicent spoke to her friends, the girl in green's ass began to gyrate. It moved from side to side. It was in a sexual way, she was talking and moving, and her ass just moved in slight directions. It moved, it shook… and Harry followed every motion.
Harry was embarrassed. He wanted to keep looking. He wanted… for some inexplicable reason, to keep looking at Milicent Bulstrode's big, thick and tantalizing ass. He was so embarrassed that he turned to his side. Harry wanted to make sure that Ron had not seen him like this…
But Ron was staring at her too. Here was Ron Weasley, his best friend, and one of the most thick-headed kids Harry had ever met. And he was starring, almost drooling, at Milicent Bulstrode's ass. The girl Ron had teased for years was now all Ron was able to focus on… all Ronald Weasley wanted…
Harry… no longer able to look away from Milicent… realized that something was wrong. It was like he and Ron grew obsessed… obsessed with a mean, ugly and fat girl from their rival house… just because her ass shook ever so slightly. But they could not deny that they liked what they saw. As Harry felt a sterning… a stirining that was normally reserved for Ginny or Cho Chang… Harry wanted more of Milicent Bulstrode… he needed more of the Slytherin girl.
And that was when Milicent turned around. When her face… and her front… were visible to the Gryffindor boys, all Harry and Ron could do was moan. It was the same face, the same smirk… the same thick womanly curves. But this time, at this moment, there was nothing Harry Potter wanted more… there was nothing more beautiful than Milicent Bulstrode… there was nothing more lovely than Milicent Bulstrode… the thick, curvy, sexy goddess from Slytherin House… the sexy and sensual MIlicent that could devour Harry with all her womanhood.
She came up to Harry and Ron. They were speechless. She was so much woman.
"When it's over, I look forward to putting you boys in your place… " Was all she said.
Harry and Ron almost threw themselves at her. Her arrogance, her confidence… her nastiness… it was sexy and made Harry want her. Ron's big cock was a tent for the plump girl.
But there was no time to process this strange realization. Harry and Ron needed to get to the Quidditch field. They needed to prepare. To lead their team. Harry needed to dominate the skies, he had no time to think about fat Slytherin girls with a big ass and sexy boobs. Harry gathered himself as best he could, and took his team out to the field.
The game could not have gone any worse.
Every mistake Harry could make, he made. He was distracted. His mind, and his focus kept heading back to the Slytherin benches. He just needed to see Milicent Bulstrode, to experience her every other moment. Ron was terrible, he let everything in. The laughter from the Slytherin seats was deafening. Unfortunately, Ron only got worse and worse. With Harry so distracted, Malfoy held off on grabbing the snitch. He wanted his team to score, over and over again. And they did, and when Malfoy finally caught the gold ball, the score was astronomical. Harry Potter would be captain of a team that had no chance in a million of winning the Quidditch cup, the points were just too wide.
It was over for Harry… it was all over now. He'd need to resign as captain, letting down his father's trophy, the only thing that connected them together. His friends would hate him, they always turned on Harry when something went bad. How could Ginny ever want him… a loser like him when she could have someone better? And now, every time Draco and his horrible Slytherin's would see him, Harry would feel this same horrible, dominated feeling he felt now.
Worse still, Ginny and the other Chasers were easily defeated. Ginny's focus was off, and to Harry's shock, her eyes kept moving to look up at Draco Malfoy. At one point, Harry was close to her, and all the sexy redhead could do was find Draco… and give him a small moan. Katie and Demelza were just as bad, getting hit by bludger after bludger. The Beaters were demolished by Crabbe and Goyle. When Malfoy finally, mercifully grabbed the snitch, it was late, it was long past over, and the Slytherin's had dominated the Gryfyndor's in ways that Harry didn't even know was possible.
But in the locker room, as Ron and Harry were changing, all Harry could do was wonder what she thought. Harry wondered what Milicent Bulstrode, his sexy and irresistible crush from Slytherin, thought of all this. Would she be happy? After all, Harry was so focused on Milicent that he had basically allowed her house to win. Would Milicent be repulsed by him? After all, Harry was now, indisputably, the worst Quidditch captain in Hogwarts history. He felt so unworthy… and he had no idea why of all the people he was nervous to see, it was Milicent Bulstrode… the fat and pudgy Milicent Bulstrode… that Harry wanted to think about.
After they changed they saw her… Milicent Bulstrode. The fat girl in their year, Milicent, was dressed in green. Her hair was even green, exalting her house during their great victory.
Harry and Ron were trapped. They saw her, they ached for her, and they wanted Milicent Bulstrode's attention, affections… and her love.
"That's it, boys." Milicent snorted, "If you losers want me, just follow me… " With that, Milicent turned around. She then shook her big ass. She took her first step, and the Gryfyndors followed the object of their devotion, "Follow me to the party… "
They followed her, their eyes glued to her ass. Her large ass was their entire world.
The whole time, the pudgy Slytherin girl was just smirking. She smirked, as she exaggerated each step so that her plump ass shook for her new toys. She loved knowing they were hers. They were all hers now.
That's what happens when you order your house elf to put some love potion in your rival's morning brew.
She took them to the dungeons. Harry recognized where he was. So did Ron. Unbeknown to their rivals, Harry and Ron had infiltrated their Slytherin dungeon once. Back then, it was to try and get some vital information to help their friends. This time, they were being led there, because that's where the sexy and curvy Milicent was taking them.
Inside, it was a celebration. An orgy of a celebration.
In the middle of the room two sexy blonds danced for all to see. Their bodies were the picture of beauty. They grinded on each other. They grinded and caressed the skin of the other. Their lips met. Their flawless white skin danced on each other. As they danced their perfect tits and supple tight asses touched one another and pleasured each other. This is what the Greengrass sisters promised their house… their pureblood house what they would do if they won the match. They would exalt true beauty, sexuallity and power and allow their fellow purebloods to bask in their greatness. The match went perfectly, so the two blond sisters put on a perfect show that could make a saintly person explode with want and lust. Many of the younger Slytherin's, boys and girls, pleasured themselves to the erotic perfection that was Daphne and Asoria Greengrass. But many were watching with mild focus… they had love induced slaves that were giving them far more pleasure than that.
Ginny, Katie Belle and Demelza Robins were down, beneath Draco's knees. Draco sat in a large chair. It might as well have been a throne. To his right side was Pansy, his loyal, sexy and slutty girlfriend. The three Chasers, who had been so dominated on the field, were now being dominated by the Slytherin victors. And like Harry and Ron, it was clear now that Ginny and the others had been bewitched into wanting their rivals. It was clear that in the air, and now kneeling like three submissive bitches, The Gryffindor Chasers belonged to Draco Malfoy, his Slytherin friends, and his big, powerful cock.
"Such pathetic losers." Draco bragged, "I knew that these Race-Traitors and Mudbloods were nothing compared to us." Draco brought his foot up to Katie's face. The darker girl looked at Draco's foot as though it were made from pure Nirvana, "What do you think?"
"We're total…" Katie went on, in a mezmerised voice. She was breathing heavily, with Ginny and Demelza moaning in agreement, "We're just so pathetic, and weak… compared to you… Draco!" Their rival's name came out as a pathetic and sensual moan from Katies lips. It caused Pansy to laugh. She laughed at these girls who were superior to her in so many ways just a few hours ago. Now they were nothing but her man's total bitch.
"That's what I thought… and you Weasly?" Draco now leaned back onto his throne. All of his focus was on Ginny Weasly. Sexy Ginny Weasley. The girl that he once regarded as dirt had entered so many of his fantasies. When he would take Pansy during the night, it was her impossibly gorgeous face and sexy curves that brought Draco his release. He needed the poor Weasley girl back where she belonged. He needed to feel superior to her and take this living fantasy and put her in the dirt once again. As he saw Ginny staring at his cock, unable to give away her deep and impossible need for it, Draco knew how low he could bring her now.
"You, you beat me Draco." Ginny moaned out. She started to crawl towards the only thing she would ever want again, "I needed you to win… to beat me… oh fuck, I need it so bad. I need you to… to take me… please take me."
"Beg…" Draco hissed the word. He wanted these three sexy women, his defeated rivals, to debase themselves for the honor of pleasing his cock. And they did. They bent their bodies low. They cried out their needs and shook their firm asses in a cry of submission. And as the night rolled on, their submission would be total.
Draco sent Demelza with Crabbe and Goyle. The two brutes would savage the girl. She was put on the team for her ability to dodge Blugers. Anything the two thugs gave her now, Demelza would take. It was the only way to please Draco, her one true love. Katie was given to Pansy's pussy. The insults, the humiliations that would follow would shame Katie Bell. But she would keep giving Pansy untold pleasures with her sexy body, because that was what her master demanded of her. And Ginny, sexy Ginny got her wish, and her worst nightmare. She was allowed to please Draco Malfoy's cock. All the while Ginny would have to endure insult after insult from her new Pureblood master. But she wanted him so much, that Ginny would beg the Slytherin for more. And more. And more.
Harry and Ron were enraged. They plan to fight back. They might have lost the game, they might have been bewitched, but the two were still Gryfyndors. They would not let their friends, let alone their sister be turned into whores. They reached for their wands.
Milicent smirked back at them. And her heat found her boys. They felt her heat. The very presence of Milicent's erotic scent forced them to lose all of their focus. They were obsessed.
And their wands dropped.
Milicent took the stage from the Greengrass sisters. The rank and file Slytherin were obviously more attracted to the blond sisters. But they knew the show that Bullstrode had for them. The room got excited. They hardened for what their fat classmate was about to do to their greatest enemy. Draco, enjoying Ginny's perfect blowjob skills silently ordered his slave to turn around. Ginny grinded on her master, but she was compelled to look at the stage now. She was compelled to see what the Slytherins were about to do to two men she loved.
Milicent beckoned Harry and Ron over to her. They could not resist the pull toward their love… their perfect, sexy and curvaceous love. So they fumbled forward, unaware of the crowds. Unaware that even after such a public humiliation, after being unable to protect their teammates, that they were about to be taken to a dark erotic and horrible place in front of their rivals…
And they were about to love every minute of it.
"Slaves." Millicent said, in her usual mean and haughty voice. It was like honey to Harry and Ron. They now knew they were the slaves, and like good slaves, they would devote their every thought to making their mistress happy. Millicent continued:
"After being such losers up there, we thought it was important to make sure everyone knows that you lost fair and square." It was rich. The potions made them lose the match in such a humiliating way. But Harry and Ron were so deep now. They were so deep into their love for Millicent, that the BBW Slytherin must be telling them the truths, "So tell us, slaves. Tell all of my superior friends why you boys lost such a bad match against us good old Slytherins?"
"Because…" Harry began to moan out. His voice cracked. He must not tell lies to his perfect, sexy mistress, "I guess it's because… I was too… distracted."
Ron nodded in agreement. It was technically true, and it made the room chuckle at them. Milicent, the girl with all the power, came closer to the defeated boys. Her menacing wand stayed in her hand.
"And tell us, bitches." Milicent got close. Harry and Ron wanted to fall in her presence. The room laughed, Milicent grew bolder, "Tell us what could possibly have distracted you two that could lead to us Slytherins whipping you like a bunch of beta cucks?"
They wanted to resist the answer, but they couldn't. Milicent was too powerful, too sexy, and for the two boys, just the thought of denying it another moment was more painful that torture. Harry cared no longer. Harry needed to kneel to her, to proclaim to the room of his victorious enemies that he was nothing more than a slave to the perfection that was Milicent Bulstrode.
"Milly!" Ron yelled, from the ground, "It's you Milly! I love you so…so much! I need you so much!"
"So do I!" Harry got down as well. He was practically prostrating himself to the fat bully. But he could not lose her to Ron. He needed her to know how much he needed her, "Since this morning, you're all I think about… All I need. I need you. I want you and I need you. I'll do anything for you… you're so… so sexy, and pretty and… and perfect… oh please, Milicent, let me…" Harry bowed low now for his perfect woman. He was gone, "Take me… Mistress Milicent."
The room erupted. Ron and Harry were brought low. But they needed her so bad now. Milicent had conquered them. She turned Ron Weasley, the boy who had been teasing her about her weight for years into her drooling acolyte. And Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the boy that all of the Pureblood Slytherin had feared for six years was now completely at her mercy… and she wanted to show them all that there was no mercy when it came to Milicent Bulstrode.
"That's what I fucking thought." Milicent spat at the two broken boys. It was time to test her power over them. Milicent turned her body around. Her tight green outfit left nothing, nothing, to the imagination of those in attendance. Her massive, juicy ass was now in front of Harry and Ron. All of their nightmares, and dreams, were about to become true.
All Milicent said was, "Begin"
Ass worship. Harry and Ron dove for her perfect ass. It was so… fucking… big. And Harry and Ron began to kiss it like it was their one true love. It was fulfilling their deepest fantasies, they were submitting to its perfection, and hoping that if they did a good enough job, their mistress would give them more to worship.
In front of the crowd, it was the sight they've always wanted to see. Harry Potter, brought low, until he was nothing but a worthless ass kisser. Though the humiliation was something the crowd had wanted to see, few expected the sight of Milicent putting them in their place to be so… erotic. The big girl was coming into her own, she was in total control and that translated to complete sexual confidence. She was big, she had big curves, and many in attendance got hard seeing how effective Bulstrode was in using them to get all the pleasure she wanted from Harry and Ron's debasement.
She shook her perfect ass in her thrall's face. They moaned for Milicent…. They harden for their goddess's big ass…
Milcent stripped them with her wand. Their submission was making her feel so powerful. She wanted more. She turned around, towered over the two Grfynfors, and decided to take them deeper into their subjugation.
"Who owns these cocks?"
"You do… mistress." Ron and Harry complied.
"Louder you whores." Milicent spat down at them, "who owns these pathetic, beta cocks?!"
"You do!" They began to yell. They yelled as they told Milicent that they were beta men. And as Harry resumed licking her perfect ass, screaming that she owned him, it was pretty clear to all that Milicent was a true alpha.
Harry licked her ass more enthusiastically as he moaned, "Yes… Milicent…Milicent owns me"
"Not good enough, Potter…"
In her rush to control him, Milicent brought her entire body down… on Harry's neck. The boy was now smothered by her fat, perfect ass. A few hours ago this would have been the most humiliating of positions for Harry. Now though, today, it was more than he could have ever dreamed of. He began to worship the large ass with all his passion, not caring that his breath was being lost.
"Try… the fuck… again."
"Yess… Goddess." So Harry Potter, the boy who lived, gave Milicent everything. Milicent felt the weak little boy below her giving away all of his devotion to her. It was making her wetness fold over. She came from the power she had over Harry fucking Potter.
Milcent Told them to kiss her ass… So they licked her asshole. Harry and Ron kissed her ass and licked her asshole like it was the greatest candy in the world. Harry worshiped her. Harry moaned as he kissed and licked her ass clean. It was a spell to behold. The less experienced of the Slytherins were becoming confused by their arousal. Were they getting off seeing their rival being torchered… or was it that they wanted to be the ones, under a powerful and irresistible BBW's total control and power?
"Moan, bitches!" Milicent yelled down, "Moan for me. No more being quiet, weak little cucks. Be loud. Moan as loud as you can how much my big, fucking, juicy ass makes you whore out. C'mon Bitches! Moan, let all my Pureblood friends know how good my ass is."
Harry and Ron worked harder now. Her ass was their entire world and anyone who looked on saw just how deep the big woman's control went now.
"That's more fucking like it, you dumb cunts. Now taste it. You're gonna taste every part of my ass. Show me you're worthy, you little shits… become my ass cleaners."
They went deeper. Harry and Ron wanted to cum. They were serving their perfect mistress so well now. Their cocks had never been harder. But it was up to their mistress when they deserved to release, so they kept licking every inch they were commanded to.
Soon Milcent made Ron lick her fat pussy. She came from Ron's surprisingly gifted tongue. Apparently, Ron was always meant to be a sub… it was his true place in life. As Ron please her sex, She tole harry to keep worshiping her ass. Her fat ass was on Harry's face while ron was devoted to licking another orgasm out of their perfect mistress. She deserved so much pleasure, Ron wanted her to have more. Harry continued kissing and licking her ass. He then continued licking inside her asshole. They both licked faster and faster… until she came. No one knew which hole brought her the greatest pleasure. But the Slytherins who watch Milicent, completely in control, as two boys gave her all of their love and focus… it was clear that Milicent was not the only Slytherin coming from such an erotic sight. It was the best climax of her life, and Harry and Ron were still going in her respective holes. They were not ordered to stop.
Then, Milicent moved away. She moved faster than Harry or Ron could have predicted. And, to their shame, their faces connect. The laughter got louder. Their humiliation reached a new peak. They each feel the face of their best friend, as the horrible smells their fat, sweaty and disgusting mistress left behind on her whores. But they were ordered to keep going. They could not stop unless their mistress allowed them two. So they did not stop. They couldn't. They were pathetic, beta-men, now that Milicent could force them to do anything her perverse mind wanted. The big girl watched, basking in the glow and admiration of her peers. There was nothing she could not accomplish now.
And while that happened, the moans of pleasure grew louder from the Quidditch captain's throne. Draco fucked Ginny's pussy so hard that it shook the irresistible redhead. Her perfect tits bounced for the Pureblood. Her ass shook with such intensity. Ginny needed to give him everything. And she was getting her slutty, filthy and undeniable reward from pleasing Malfoy's big cock. His big, Slytherin dick made her moan. All the while, Pansy had ordered Katie to debase herself with Draco's lower whole. Draco was getting everything he ever wanted from Ginny Weasley, all the while Katie gave him pleasures that only a true and total whore would give.
Ginny moaned how much she loved his big Slytherin Cock. After a big, arrogant spank from the blond boy, Ginny began to moan how much bigger and better Malfoy's cock was… compared to all of the weak little Gryfyndor boys. It was far bigger than Dean's cock… and as the whole room, including Ginny could see, Malfoy's cock, that was now thrusting into Ginny from behind like an unstoppable force… was far bigger than Harry Potter's cock. And Ginny moaned that fact for Malfoy. Over and over again.
It broke Harry. It broke Ron. their sister, chaser, and one true love was enthralled to their greatest enemy. In a moment, Harry's eyes could turn to see Ginny. She was bouncing with ecstasy. Draco looked so smug, so devious as the bewitched redhead bounced on his cock with all of her passion. Pansy, Draco's female lackey snickered at their side, watching the sexy young Gryfyndor debase herself for her house, her lover and her man. Harry still loved Ginny, and would give anything to save her from this…
But His mistress wanted Harry to keep going, to keep being her bitch. So Harry refocused on licking and worshiping every spot that Milicent Bulstrode told him too. His big, beautiful goddess could not be denied a moment of his worship now.
Now… Milcent wanted more. They gave her good pleasure, but she hated these two boys. She was going to make them suffer, and get off on seeing them brought low.
"Ron?" Milicent asked her broken redhead, "You'd do anything for me right… anything at all?"
"Anything… and everything… mistress." Ron was depleted, but he needed to continue to obey. Milicent was perfect. She must be given everything he could give.
"I fucking thought so." with a lazy hand, Milicent showed her slave were he was meant to go. For the first time, Ron saw his sister, giving his rival Drago everything he wanted with her perfect boy.
"I think Drago is going to explode inside your sister any minute now." Milicent looked down at her broken slave, "Go crawl over, and clean them both for round two."
Nothing about the love potion would make Ron want to do this. So even though he wanted to obey his Mistress's every order, the thought of cleaning Draco's cock… his sister's sex… it was a worse nightmare than anything Ron would have thought possible.
"Oh, and Ronald…" Milicent gave Ron an evil stare, "Don't forget Draco's balls."
And with that, Ron crawled towards Draco's throne. So was the power, the love he had for the fat girl Ron used to tease, that seeing Draco Malfoy's big cock was enough to get him excited… After all, Milicent was perfect, so every order she gave him was the perfect thing to do, right?
They all watched Ron head off to his debasement. But they all now stayed glued to Harry and Mistress Milicent. Even the Greengrass sisters were now enraptured by the stage. They were desperate to see what the big, beautiful and powerful woman would do next with her defeated, obsessed, and willing thrall.
"Come, Potter-Bitch… " Harry heard her words. Just two words from his mistress… and the two Weasley's abject humiliation faded into nothingness. He needed to serve her… he needed to serve the ultimate mistress.
"Come… time for your mistress to pop your cherry, so no matter what happens tomorrow… you'll always remember you're nothing more than my fucking ass-slave."
"Oh… oh yes… yes, I'll… please you… I'll please you mistress… " Harry, elated at her proclamation, rose. He planned to take his cock, make it as hard as he could so he could give his mistress the pleasure she deserved. Her curves were dominating his mind. He wanted to touch her so badly… to give her his cock with such devotion that Milicent would want for nothing.
"Oh no, Potter-Bitch… " Mistress Milicent snorted. With the tap of her wand, Harry Potter… the Chosen One, was now on his stomach. The fierce Gryfyndor was jolted and moved… into position. He was on his hands and knees… his virgin ass was displayed for his mistress.
"Oh no... that's not the cherry I'm planning on breaking."
As his mistress got behind him, as Harry felt the enchanted falace about to take what it wanted… about to break Harry in two… all Harry Potter could do, was thank his powerful and supple mistress… then beg her for more.
As Millicent fucked him harder and harder, Harry moaned for his mistress and his goddess. His moans urged Millicent on. Harder and faster she fucked. With an ass that big and powerful, every thrust from her enchanted cock was like a bolt of lightning. As he felt pain, pleasure, and submission the likes of which he had never known before, Harry Potter had a vision…
It was a vision of the new Hogwarts that was to come. In the coming days, Harry would walk the halls of Hogwarts… now reviled and humiliated. He would think about ending it all to escape the shame. But then she might come… his mistress might walk by, shake her powerful ass for him. Harry could then drop to his knees and kiss it. Worship it, and remember where he truly belonged. He saw Milicent walk by him one day, hoping she would make him her bitch again. But Milicent was far too popular to wait her time on him. Big, strong boys were carrying her books, hanging onto her every word… and sneaking glances at her big, hypnotic, and perfect ass. In his mind, Milicent cackled, knowing what he became was far too powerful now for any boy to resist… and too desirable for a beta like Harry. No, his vision ended. This was his one chance to be pounded by the sexiest woman in the world. Harry gave more of himself to Milicent's perfect thrusts. He needed his mistress to know how perfect she was and how willing he was to surrender to him now.
Harry was on the edge of cumming. Millicent saw this, stopped fucking him, and flipped him onto his back and drove deeply into him once again.
She enlarged her cock. Harry was broken now. He needed release. She was too powerful, too big, too perfect.
"You can cum bitch…" The powerful woman moaned between thrusts, "If you say what we all… fuck yes… all already know." Her thrusts were animalistic. Harry wanted this so badly now. He wanted to give it all for his mistress… his goddess.
"Anything! Please… anything!" Harry was a rag doll now, just taking the more powerful woman's cock.
"If you want it then scream it out loud, Potter!" She moaned, her powerful ass thrusted her cock so deeply that Harry Potter would never be the same again, "Scream the name… scream the name of the best, fucking, house!"
""Slytherin!" Harry moaned for his goddess. There was no resistance left. There was no way to deny it. Around the stage there were hollers. There were moans. There was the ecstasy of victory in a way that none thought would ever truly be possible.
"CUM, POTTER BITCH!" Harry came, like he had never cum before. His mistress cackled as she gave way as well. Her large, magical endowment claimed Harry Potter, as though he had a womb.
Milicent got up. She then shook her ass at Harry. Harry was destroyed. Though he was eager to continue serving her, others beat him to it. Boys and girls came towards Milicent. They wanted to congratulate her, to celebrate her debasement of Harry… in truth, many just wanted to be in her presence after seeing the sexual power there friends now possessed. Milicent was about to enter a new world of popularity, power, and desirability thanks to what she had just done. So that's when the big girl decided to come toward the defeated Harry. One last time.
The potion was fading, but the memory had not. Her ass, the ass that broke Harry kept shaking. It was almost like it was hypnotizing him. "You'll never forget who made you a bitch? Will you, Harry?"
"Never, mistress. I'll never forget" and the shaking took Harry into his dark and broken dreams. It never stopped shaking and taking his mind deeper.
