Disclaimer: Everything you recognise belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling
I keep having thoughts swirling around my head and I just can't get them out. So with the family's giant dictionary and a giant cup of coffee let my imagination run with my finger tips.
Don't get used to this, my lovely readers, I never update this quickly, ever it's just there is snow outside, and I am bored out of my mind and need to get my thoughts onto paper or they will never be updated.
Last time: Draco pulled out his wand and swept it over Hermione's head, her breasts enlarged from her modest 34 D to a larger 34 E. Her hair became a deep red, that reached her lower back in lose curls. He flicked his wand over her face and her face became very aristocratic, with high cheek bones, sculpted eyebrows, perfectly pouted lips and a cute button nose. 'I have changed your genetic makeup to make these changes permanent. Hope you like them.' His smirk sent a chill down Hermione's back. 'Now follow me, I want to introduce you to the equipment.'
Hermione gingerly climbed off of the bed, she tried to walk normally but the combination of the pain from the reef weave and the fact she couldn't walk in the shoes, meant she ended up crawling after her master. Once she had left the room Draco turned around and saw she was crawling so waited for her to catch up. He walked slightly behind her so he could watch the jewels that sat in and around her cunt. 'Through that door slut' He pointed at an ominous looking door to their left.
After pushing through the door she crawled to the carpet and sat by the fire place. 'Stand up, walk over to that table and wait for the next instruction' Draco's voice thundered around the room. He pointed his wand at the door behind him, and while Hermione's back was turned he pulled a book from its shelf and a whole wall of torture instruments hung there.
'Turn around, slave, look at all of my toys that I will use on you.' He smirked. The fear in Hermione's eyes quadrupled. He took down a necklace that matched the reef weave and her clit ring and clipped it on to her neck. The jewellery glowed and Hermione's face twisted in pain. 'Does that hurt my little slut?'
'Yes it does please make it stop' she begged. It did 'that means your body will lust for me twenty four / seven. It also means that I have control over your body, and that you can't be more than one whole mile away from me at any time. It marks you as mine.' The possessiveness could clearly be heard in his voice.'
He walked back to the wall and pulled down a ball gag. 'Open your mouth, slut I want to shut you up' He placed the ball in her mouth and pulled the straps tightly around her head, tying them so that her mouth couldn't open a millimetre. He went back pulled down a couple more objects and then walked back to her. 'Are you afraid of me?' She nodded. 'Good, now turn to me and shut your eyes.' He placed a blindfold across her eyes and tied the cords behind her head. He then picked up a pair of clamps and twisted them onto her nipples till she started to squirm. 'Don't move' he ordered. He tightened them until he couldn't anymore. He felt Hermione shift; she was rubbing her legs together for friction.
'Is this turning you on and answer truthfully' he smirked she nodded. He picked up another clamp and twisted it even tighter on to her clit. Hermione gyrated on to his hand as he applied it. 'Do you like this? Do you want me to punish you some more?' She nodded again. 'Ok, lean forward on to the table that is in front of you... That's it. Place your arms on the corner on the table' He took two cords and magically tied her to the table by her wrists. 'Spread your legs, so I can tie them to the corner of the table.' He took the last two pieces of cord and tied her voluptuous legs to the legs of the table.
He walked to the wall and picked up another two things. He returned to his slave and placed them down on the table. He lifted her skirt so he could clearly see both of her cheeks. Picking up one of the items next to her, he described it to her. 'In my hand whore is your main punishment tool, the paddle. It's made from a hard wood, and is about the size of my hand, I will punish you till I think you have had enough then I will break you in.' He brought the paddle down on one cheek then the other. He continued steadily getting harder with each stroke till her ass had taken on a purple hue. She had tears running down her face. He removed the gag and asked 'how did that feel my slut?'
'It really hurt' she sniffled 'please don't do that again' her face was bright red. 'Did you enjoy that whore, I can smell your arousal now, and I can see it running down your legs. That got you off didn't it whore. You really are a slut aren't you?'
'NO!' she wailed 'I hated it, it didn't arouse me really' her voice was full of humiliation.
'DON'T LIE TO ME!' he roared, each word punctuated with a smack to her ass. He continued whacking her bum, but instead of crying out she moaned, she arched off of the table pushing her ass into his hand.
'You are enjoying this aren't you?' He smirked
'YEs I am ok... Oh GOD harder' She wiggled her bum at him he grabbed the paddle and put a little magic behind his swing. 'Ahhh Master, Again harder.... Yes' and she came.
Her release was running down her legs. He ran his hand up her thigh then brought his hand to his mouth. 'Mmmm... You taste lovely mudblood, you know that don't you?' She shook her head. He lifted his hand to her thigh and placed it at her mouth 'Go on taste it' he ordered. Her tongue slowly ran along his fingers, 'that's a good little slut, you lap that up clean my fingers of yourself'
She began to lick earnestly now sucking at his fingers till there was nothing left. His other hand undid the clasp of his trousers and he kicked them off along with his shoes and socks. The bulge in his green boxers was massive. 'Would you like me to give you, a reward now my good, little slut?' she nodded hurriedly.
He slipped of his boxers and stepped to her. He placed his hands on her hips, and moved to place his nine inch long cock in her. 'Any last words?' He asked her.
'I'm a virgin.' The statement caused shock to run through his blood stream.
'Good it means I will be the only one to ever touch you.' He pulled back and then slammed into her. She screamed.
She felt like she was being ripped in half, he continued to pound into her till he hit her cervix, pain rippled through her. But for some reason just like when he was spanking her, the more it hurt the more pleasure she drew from it.
Her body arched of the table; she met him thrust for thrust. His grunts were welcomed, as her moans of pleasure pushed him over the edge as he came spurting his seed into her battered cunt, the feeling of him coming in her sent her over the edge, her walls clamped down strengthening his orgasm.
He lay on top of her catching his breath. About twenty-five minutes after her pulled out of her, she winced. He flicked his wand at her bonds and let her loose. He grabbed her by the hips and walked her back against the wall lifted her up and pushed into her again. He continued till he came, leaving her in need of release.
He dropped her to the floor. He walked back and redressed himself. 'Please master, let me cum' her week voice made him stop. He walked back to her and removed the clamps. He walked back to the table picked up the last and unused object and returned to her. 'Spread your legs, slut' She did and he slipped the vibartor between her lower lips and turned it on 'Pull and push it till you come whore then walk to your room and wash. You will want to be ready to wake me at six sharp in the morning' He turned and left her to masturbate by herself. A look of satisfaction on his face.