If you could not tell by the title this is pure smut. Possibly some trigger warnings I don't know how I am going to do this yet. Please do not comment about the way I describe Hermione. I am using this as Porn Without Plot plus I am kind of using it as a form of therapy.
I do not own Harry Potter.
This is extremely AU like yeah there was a war no one really important died and it is literally gonna almost be porn without plot so bare with me.
Hermione Granger was alone, she sighed and leaned back against the wall… She needed something… She WANTED something. She ran her hand up her stomach over the top of her cotton basic bra and massaged her aching breast. She knew…
Something had happened to Hermione Granger after the war. She was covered in scars both mentally and physically. But, since she came back to Hogwarts without Ron and Harry by her side she has nothing and no one to push all her pent up worry on. Usually all her anxiety has an outlet, a place to go by mothering the boys. Now, she sits alone… She would get her needs taken care of.
Even a muggle therapist would tell her that she had been through a lot of trauma, trauma needs a way of getting out of you. For example: Harry and Ron became Aurors, they have crimes to inspect and criminals to chase down they have other outlets. So Hermione made her own…
At the beginning of the year as one of the Eight Year prefects she went put up a sign up sheet in all of the common rooms and it said:
Anonymous
Witches and Wizards Alike
With a Need to Please
Extreme Appetite
Sign Up To Be Considered
Ones Wanted to be, Chosen Later
The next day the list was gone and everyone who was curious put it into the back of their mind. She gathered her list of possible participants. From Slytherin: Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, and Theodore Nott. Ravenclaw had a great many who wanted their chance but there was only one Claw that piqued her curiosity, Luna Lovegood. No Hufflepuffs made the cut and the Gryffs only had one pick too, Neville Longbottom. This was interesting. Six options… Six choices. So six letters were sent out that included directions to meet Saturday at 10am in the Room of Requirement.
She was starting to ache and wanted and hoped her fingers would ease the tension for a certain amount of time. She would wait until Saturday to get her Fill. At least one of them would be interested.
On Saturday morning four Slytherins, a Ravenclaw, and a Gryffindor all ate breakfast first before getting up and all heading towards the door at once. After the war there had been a silent cease fire and everyone had learned to handle things better. "Malfoy, Zabini, Nott, Parkinson." Neville said cordially. The males had silent acknowledgment of him. The ice being broken Pansy who, once you got to know, was a decent human, "So, were we all picked off of that silly signup sheet what was that for anyways?"
"I don't know, the Vokinini are floating around and they always like a good mystery." Luna said in an airy tone.
Theodore Nott stood and stared at her as she ran her hand along the wall and continued to walk forward. They made their way up and through the hallways and towards the painting of the dancing trolls.
None of the six knew what they were in for when they got up to the door. With a knock Blaise Zabini was the first to enter. In the center of the room was a chair and in the chair was a figure.
Nothing was as exciting as sitting in a room naked waiting. She prepared the room beforehand. It was dark and sultry, deep burgundy and dark greys. There were curtains on the walls hiding things behind them. The sconces held lit candles which had the room glowing in a dim light. "You have the choice of leaving." She stated in a voice that was not her own, the charm she had to hide her facial features also misconstrued her vocal range so her voice was of different pitch and tone. "I offer you six to be a part of pleasing me." A pause ensued. Hermione elegantly stood up from the chair, her breasts heaved taking in a breath, she was just as nervous as to be expected when entering such a primal endeavour. A small voice in her head, the one that made her itch with need spoke up. 'What if no one stays?' She ran her hands up the opposite arm and scratched at the top of both shoulders making an X with her forearms on her chest, her anxiety was rising and that could cause this whole idea to fail. Taking in a deep breath she steadied her voice and said, "I need someone's help. I have been through much and I have a strange way of dealing with my stress. None of you need to know who I am, just know what you are asked to do. I need to cum, and my wand and hand no longer are getting the job done. I am not interested in a relationship, I am not interested in love. I need some person or persons that would be willing to try new things, I need something to quell the pain that my anxiety causes." She looked around to see a few of them confused. Blaise in the back held up his hand and boldly spoke, "Your saying you need us for what?''
"To make me quake Blaise." His name rolled off of her tongue. "The six of you are the elite, the ones that I feel could handle my needs. Whether that be intellectual conversation or making my world shatter within an orgasm."
"Ah."
After a second to process what she said Neville spoke up with a gasp, "We don't know who you are?"
"And you will not. Neville, I plan and want very depraved things to be done to me, I am standing in this room with protections on myself to keep you from knowing my identity." She sighed and ran her right hand down the scar that bisected her torso. No one had ever seen exactly the extent of scarring on her body after the war. Yes, Hermione Granger was scarred. On her legs hundreds of slashing scars covered her upper thighs, there were a few lines on her mons that showed through her trimmed hair, her abdomen was covered in splotchy marks where a fire had been set on her to get her to answer questions at Malfoy Manor, the purple angry curse mark from Doholov was her oldest and second most prominent scar, her arms were covered with where they had been sliced open over and over trying to get her to talk, the was only one scar hidden scar under heavy protections so the Mudblood that was red and jagged against her skin did not show. She turned around and stretched out her arms, her back was torn apart as well. "As you can see, I am not perfect and there will be no judgement coming from me towards any of you." She smiled, "I would rather be no judgement towards myself either, hence keeping myself anonymous. Sit down." With a wave of her hand and a spell spoken under her breath three couches and a high backed cushioned chair move to in front of the crackling fireplace. She took the wing back chair, Luna and Neville sat on the couch across from her, Pansy and Theodore took the chaise across from the fire, while Draco and Blaise sat together on a fluffy worn couch in the fire's shadows, their faces cloaked by the firelight behind them.
"Now, this is all going to be very straightforward. I have the equipment, I have the knowledge and I definitely have the intelligence. I know somewhat of what I want to be done to me but other than that I will just be a guiding hand to whatever events you, individually, choose for me to participate in. I am the one in control, but still under your control." She paused nerves catching up to her.
Muggles called it Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Magical people have yet to acknowledge it. Hermione's brain cracked while being tortured in Malfoy Manor. Nothing seemed to matter other than Harry and his mission and once that was over her mind began to show the cracks in which she was broken. She had tried Occlumency and hiding what had happened to her in that house. It didn't work. The scars on her body made her feel unworthy and ugly. No one wanted to play with a broken toy. Through many breakdowns and sleepless nights she found one thing that could keep the pain in her head away for a time. She would lay in her room at the Grimmauld place and rub. One hand would snake around her throat while the other ran along the elastic of her underwear. As the blood supply to her brain would start to lower her hand would move over as well. Pressing hard against her sensitive nub she would press hard and pinch and roll the button in her fingers. Grabbing a tie from around the curtains she wrapped it around her neck pulling tightly cutting circulation short and going back downwards. Her nipples, hardened and sensitive peaks which ached to be touched was first in attack by her hand. Twisting and pinching, scratching at the tips causing an electric wave to rush down her body. Trailing downwards across her stomach she finally reached her mound once again and took a dive with her fingers into her heat. At first two were stretching and satisfying enough, as she pressed heavily on her clit. But, eventually she needed more.
Crossing one leg over the other she had an elegant air about her even with her nudity. She looked to be in power, in control. Luna giggled to herself, her giggles became cackles and her cackles became snorts. "You want us to fuck you or make you think." She giggled again, "you have a lot of Lillomns gathering at your feet, they usually come for those who seek help." A pregnant pause came after her giggles had stopped. "What happens if we say no?" Theodore spoke up, bringing all eyes to him.
"If you chose to not even sit and talk in a group from time to time I understand, you do not know who I am and we did just get out of a War and some of us were on opposite sides." Sighing, "Leave now if you would like to go. Nothing is stopping you." No one moved. It wasn't everyday that one recieved such a strange offer.
"I know that you all have the brain power to talk to me. I would really enjoy it if you would take these notebooks. They are attached to each other, so please do write your name first before writing your message." They all accepted their charmed gifts before sitting back down. Turning to one of the walls Hermione pulled a cord unveiling a myriad of things. There were cuffs, dildos, clamps, and balls. It wasn't just one wall that was covered, it was all. There were so many sexual devices it was completely mind boggling.
Where there once was a chair now was a strange table where her place in the group was something akin to a padded exam table equipped with a head pillow and stirrups. She picked up a medium sized dildo off of the wall as well as an electric wand with a larger round head that she had gotten to work with magic instead of electricity.
"Now, I am about to sit in this chair and play with myself." She stared at everyone wearing a face that wasn't her own "If you do not want to join in feel free to leave. I will be over here starting to work some tension off." She flipped the switch to turn on the rotating head.
"I will be writing in the journal, but right now until I learn more about what is going on I will be going back to the Tower." Neville said, his face a brilliant red.
"Have a good evening Neville, please I shouldn't have to say this but, don't speak to anyone outside of this group." She hummed and rocked her hips to the vibrations against her clit. Luna stood as well and said she would happily write and add her ideas. They left together and the door was quickly closed.
She was lightly tapping the wand on her mound. Theodore was inching his way closer. The man was a voyeur, a watcher. When he was small his father had a moment of sanity and he took little Theo to the ballet. He watched and had never enjoyed anything until he was watched. So Theo Nott changed one of the couches into a chair and watched. He watched as she hooked her heels into the stirrups on display for him… to watch. It was gorgeous… He examined her thighs, she watched his eyes, looking over the very large amount of scars that covered her thighs, cuts of all sizes and depth. They distracted him momentarily before he was back on the prize. Her beautiful cunt was juicy and wet, the nub at the top was engorged and a reddish purple. She bent head and watched his eyes slowly become hypnotized. She looked around and saw what was going on, Pansy, Draco, and Blaise were standing, all of them trying to figure out which way to go. Everyone of them at drunk After War parties had made it very known that they were all quite talented and had fetishes abound. Pansy went straight to the dildos first picking out a few she came to a stop summoning a stool so she could see. Pansy took her time rolling up her sleeves and gave a feral grin that Hermione froze at sight, she could tell this would be a long night. Quickly Blaise with a bit and somethings in a bowl he began mixing things in quiet focus. Not looking up from the bowl in a minute was suddenly a purple gel, a concoction that she couldn't wait to ask about, or even more to see the results. Her hand released the wand and dropped it to the floor cupping her tits arching her back needed to be popped. Draco came with very few things in hand: a string of balls and a pair of cuffs. She knew they were all waiting for something to be said so simply she told what came to her head, "I want it rough, I want to be uncomfortable in pain. Popcorn is the stop word…" Blaise stood up and looked her dead in the eye, with purple goo on his fingers he offered. She almost asked questions but did it because the need had taken over and she could not run.
It tasted like melted gummies and rosewater. But she felt her pupils blast, her back arched up, she panted and gasped, the want was so much worse her whole body shook aching and pert. Everything was sensitised… everything she could feel. This was so exciting, this was the thing to heal. Then he bent down and blew on an already ruched nipple and her body froze, an ache formed inside her. Draco crept up from beside grabbing her wrists and spread out they would be, the chair slanted up, so all of her they could see. No one made a rush, it was like the calm before the storm.
The quiet took over before Blaise took the time to start with a slap. His hand struck her breast instantly turning it red, stealing a moan from Hermione that shook the room. He bent down and plucked her nipple between his teeth. Draco joining taking the other into hand pinch and twist he seemed to have a plan. Her hips rocked gently asking for more as Pansy picked up the toy that she'd placed on the floor, a simple medium cock with a slight bend as Theo rubbed her clit with piano like grace, the tingles it caused was teasing at the worst. Her quim quivered at the touch, when the cool silicone parted her lips. Draco swapped places at the table with Theo so fast her eyes weren't quick enough to see what they passed to each other. Theodore perched on a chair by her head, removing his belt with a pop that echoed in the room. Around her neck he tightened the belt and rolled a little closer, "You don't know what you asked for girl." With a last yank her breathing contracted he loosened it barely even a fraction. His pant were off and his hand beneath his shorts. As if on cue everyone started to work Draco worked her clit in a furious fashion, with hard circular swipes he sworled her bean. Then Blaise set nipple clamps deftly, tightening them ruthlessly before he went and looked for more. Pansy took her fingers and entered Hermione's hot tight cunt the count changed fast from one to two and painfully three. She smiled taking a finger to her lips. "We're going to have to fix that." Pansy said with a pat to Hermione's cat. Pansy had caused both excitement and fear. She really wasn't expecting this many the first time. 'Damn those kinky Slytherins.' Hermione was buzzing and aching and soaking, she didn't know where she wanted them to start but she needed them too. "Please…" a low whispered moan escaped her lips. All at once the chair began to float making her body the height of eye and it was clear both her wrists and ankles cuffed legs spread wide, both of glorious holes visible. She was hot, too hot, and itchy. They need to touch her….. "Please…" Pansy took it as her turn and slammed the medium 6.5 inch cock in with such force it pushed a grunt pulling it out in out in out! It ached, going from dry to burning to wet, the beautiful relief. Draco came into play, he pinched hard on her clit and she arched as much as she could. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. The middle of her was strapped onto the chair, "You better hold still." Her nipple got bit, she moaned beautifully. Pansy started pumping again hard and slow. At first her cunt tightened around the false cock, then Draco pushed down with his thumb against that button he stroked. He knew exactly what he was trying to coax. She started panting when Pansy went fast. When Blaise had his wand sending shocking little stings to the tops of her breasts.
Hermione writhed and pleaded for more so Pansy stopped and got another thing from the floor this time 12 with 2 around the core. It was fat and heavy it barely made it in a good push or until it finally was in. She rolled her hips and she felt the fullness there. Another shock to the nipple sent her mind into space, she felt Pansy push and Draco thumbed away. When she came back she quivered and shook. Then again they all shared a look Pansy took over for Blaise and Draco stayed the same. They continued again she was happy to have cum because Blaise was doing something crazy near her bum. He was working his fingers curling into her guts, three fingers so far stretching her tightness making her ready with time. Draco squatted and reached down he lubed up his fingers going down to delve in her ass her body clenched when he put his first finger. Her ass, while not a virgin hadn't been used much so him slipping in two fingers was rough she keened after she felt Pansy biting her chest.
Another finger entered her two at once, one in the pussy and one in her anus. Draco exchanged his fingers for toys, and a solid thick cock he soon employed. Pounding in and out of her ass making her lift up while Blaise went to curling his four fingers up moving over when Pansy walked by, Pansy took over and it was surely a surprise when she took one of the biggest she had and pushed it into her throbbing opening there was so much pressure going on everywhere it hit her hard wave after wave she arched against the table and as Theo watched she came hard for the first time that day.
They did not stop. Suddenly they all stepped away from the table Hermione was on and with a flash and a jerk she was strung up from four poles, her stomach placed on a cushioned pillar. Her legs spread wide, arms spread above her head. She dangled there open to the world and the first one to touch her this time was the girl. Pansy came up beside her with two different clamps, two for her nipples and one that would go on her clit. Slowly Pansy rubbed up and down her side, "These go right here..." she gripped Hermione's breast painfully with nails, and clipped the clamps on. She walked a little more then hunkered down to crawl beneath her mons to encapsulate the pearl. A painful pinch caused a long moan and the need began creeping. Blaise walked silently, pants off cock in her face, "You better be good. Only good girls get what they want…" Slowly she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, gurgling as she swallowed some spit. Before she could go back up to clear her mouth, Blaise thrust up straight down her throat. She coughed and gasped, when suddenly with a loud thwack her ass burned so good the paddle was still hot but that wasn't the only one that she got. Two more on each cheek, moaning gasping, and groaning around the cock in her mouth she started getting in a certain rythme beastly and guided by his hands she was choking and gagging, breathing when she could. There was a cool glob of something that made her relas more and Draco pushed something in her backdoor. One by one the beads popped in. Again Blaise thrust against her mouth once more and. Wham! If her knees would have hit the floor. Pansy was standing behind him looking proud. Hermione almost screamed if not for the cock in her mouth. Tears slid down her eyes as Pansy backed up. Her tiny fingers coming out with a pop. Then she went again fist lined up. Slowly she pushes into her, Hermione emitting tiny screams. Her pussy was tight had to start with the small one first. She picked up a large cock instead and began to do work. Pounding and pumping through all of the pain Hermione was beginning to moan again. A pull happened from her rear, a bead had been removed over and over. It was like a slight emptiness was left soon to be filled with something more adept. A 7 inch cock, beat on her cheek thwapthwapthwap a strange sort of beat.
Pulling away from Blaise she had to take a break. That's the moment Draco decided to take the spit on the head and right onto her ass, and the movement pressure mixture had her pulling away. He held him still and continued to play in and out her asshole he went pushing and pulling the right spots being hit. "Holy shit." Hermione moaned her ass was hurting pulsating in ways. He took the one he was using and he traded toys, an extra large butt plug Slytherin Green. He worked the tapered end into her entrance. It didn't want to fit it hurt so goddamn much, Draco just smirked and gave it a nudge. He proceeded to take a mallet and hammer it in the pain he created had to be sin. She was plugged up wholly; her anus had clamped down around the thinner back end. Suddenly she was flipped and her entire world upside down. The top of Pansy's head could clearly be seen then all of a sudden Blaise was standing in her way. They were talking over her planning on something to do. Her ass hurt, her holes hurt and they were going to hurt her some more…. Thank Merlin this plan worked. Theo still sat there touching himself slowly. "Get the belt and the mask." Blaise ground out through his teeth. All of a sudden her eyes were covered, there was nothing that she could see. WHAP! Her pussy on fire! In Pain! She let out a scream that lowered into a moan. The hot pulsing tingles bring pleasure to the pain. WHAP! Another but going the opposite way hitting her ass and the but plug at play. WHAP! No time to recover. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! She was crying tears hiding by the mask, there was the clap on her clit that had just been whipped off. Someone touched her softly and gave it a little before pinch on her clit. After the finger pressure on her clit stopped nothing else seemed to be happening. She moaned because her whole body was pulsing. Suddenly a cock was in her, it was okay, but then there was another that stretched her like the bigger ones but in a different way. But, when another was added and another, the four were painful and harder to move. So instead it was a hand, a male hand bent for the fingers bent in a way that his hand could descend without much pain. Suddenly the thing in which she was hanging moved again. She was back on a table with her legs chained spread eagle up in the air, ass hanging off the edge hands free. All of a sudden there was a weight on her face, Pansy demanded her pussy to be eaten. Hermione had never done anything like that. She wondered what would happen if she did bad or good. With her tongue she worked up and down Pansy's already sopping cunt, lightly attacking the pearl with her tongue and lips sucking nipping and biting. Her fingers had found her slit from behind and while Pansy leaned forward to allow her more access to the ministrations of her tongue, Hermione stuck two fingers in her tight pussy. Pumping in and out with the same person that had their hand in you seemed to be the best and most effective ways to get moans from both of the women in the room. Unexpectedly there was a great flood onto Hermione's face along with Pansy's thigh clamping down around her head. After Pansy stopped twitching she got off of Hermione's face smacking her cheek pretty hard afterward. "Good girl." Apparently she needed to recover.
Blaise had given her more of that gel, and had put some at her entrance. It was like her whole body was pulsating if she didn't know any better. They were all sitting back and watching her squirm blindfolded. "Please." She called. "Please what. Theodore answered with a whisper. "Fill me. Fill me. Fuck me. Hurt me. Please." She heard him stand the clop of his shoes, the only thing audible other than her heartbeat. A spell re-moistened her inner cavern. "You asked for this." His voice was right near her ear, deep and soulful. "What do you need, Madame?" He asked, moving quietly. "I need to hurt sir." She panted. All of a sudden her head was jerked up, a ball gag put into her mouth and tightened viciously. Something was covering her throat making her woozy from the lack of blood. With a savage pop pain rippled across her chest over and over the savage pop would happen and she would almost scream when the caning started overlapping. She bucked and writhed but the cane met its mark. Her tits viciously abused while her mons and thighs weren't in much better shape. Breathing around the ball gag her senses were once again on high alert she felt the cool of his skin against the hot flesh of the lashes. He spread her open still tight despite the attack it had taken and he patted the end of the butt plug before his hand came back to spread her flower for everyone to see and put his lips around the little sensitive bud. Sucking hard she would have told anyone that he was part Dementor and was trying to suck the soul out of her clitoris. He let up on her for a moment leaving her heaving for breath. Then… SMACK…Her still visible and in the open clit was just hit by that same kane as before and tears came from her eyes. He settled himself between her thighs and she could feel the cock pressing up against her cavern. When he entered it hurt, her pussy had dried during the caning and her insides were not prepared for him. Friction the dry pain becoming moist pleasure filled an ache in her. She lifted her hip to him as well as she possibly could and he continued to pound away. Her head was swimming from the lack of blood and all of a sudden she was on the verge of passing out and he swiped her clit. She screamed through the ball gag, her vagina tightened painfully and with a gush of heat her world went black. He was still pumping into her vigorously when she awoke with the ability to breathe and head not rushing, someone had removed the tie and the gag. She moaned loudly and arched up again the person pressing themselves into her. Someone was also above her touching on her breasts pinching her nipples and rolling them under rough fingers. Another hand joined the group when someone lightly brushed her tender clit. Slowly everyone moving together another orgasm was starting to build up in her. She cried out as she came and the body thrusting in her came to a stop and spasmed into her. There was a slight rustle of noise as she rode out this orgasm as well. But, they weren't done with her. A large piece of equipment was pressing against her entrance and she knew what was coming. She held her breath and it started off fine but it felt like they were trying to find a coke bottle into her, her walls still expanding and contracting from a dual orgasm slowly the object was in and a few pumps had the walls of he vagina gripping at the object. She came again, but quickly there was movement again and she felt the probing fingers. She was tired, orgasmed out, the thought of having to walk at anypoint in time today sounds like a silly notion. Someone had all four of their fingers lined up stretching and pushing then the hand shape changed. She could feel there was more and finally someone's whole fist was painfully inside her. Out and in out and in they started pounding at her pussy with quick movements and full force. Even though she was tied down she tried to move away from the pain she tried not to moan. But, OH MERLIN! The lights flickered behind her eyes once more and she passed out during another orgasm. This time when she came through. "Popcorn" She panted "Popcorn, I need to stop." Hermione whispered. There were four voices of okay and she was released. And her chair returned to its comfortable wingback form (possibly with just a little more cushion.) Everyone was once again fully dressed and Hermione had a stool in front of her. "Thank you. I will be immediately writing in my Journal. I can't wait to see what input you have. Uhmmm… " Her part of the show was over. What she wanted was to lay down, relax and read what the group had to say.
A/N
So this was supposed to be a one shot little porn piece and I decided to leave it blank from here because I like to have the chance to extend it if thats what I want.
PS: Please don't be too rough on me I have had some bad times in my past and this is a way of writing my trauma away.