A World for Witches

Chapter 8 – A House to a Home

Harry's summer had been as dull as he had expected after the excitement of his past year. He did now have an actual bedroom to himself, so it was the best summer he had ever had, but that was damning with faint praise.

The Dursley's just left him to it, but poor Hedwig was forced to remain in her cage. Although Harry did let her out late at night, it was too painful to see her all cooped up as she was. He could not let Hedwig out for long enough to reply to the letters from his friends, and so pretty soon they stopped coming.

But his caution turned out to be for nothing anyway. Vernon happened to get up to the toilet at the same time as Hedwig was returning from one of her night-time flights. He saw her, and the rest was history. The bars on his window now made his room visibly look like the prison that it felt like. Somehow the boredom was worse than any of the chores he had been forced to do previously. Hours seeped into days and days into weeks. But eventually it was almost time for him to leave. It was the end of August, way past Harry's birthday and less than a week until the Dursley's would be forced to deliver him to King's Cross Station.

When Harry had asked about how they were to get there, Vernon had simply grunted in response. Harry assumed that meant car. He knew that they would get rid of him, keeping him at Privet Drive out of spite would only end in a visit from McGonagall, or perhaps either Professor Black. Harry let out a little giggle to himself as he imagined how Vernon would react to Bellatrix Black marching into the house. He doubted Petunia would appreciate her lack of shaving, he imagined she would see it as 'unseemly and unwomanly'. But Harry loved it of course, the memories of Hogwarts were what kept his spirits up, and some memories also maintained his steadily growing collection of tissues in the bin. He had to dispose of them subtly.

It was a Wednesday night, the journey to Hogwarts was on Saturday, the first day of September. And Harry could not be more excited. He had fully packed already, he was ready, he was just waiting for time herself. But she was being a cruel mistress, until someone else intervened that was.

The interveners this time came in the form of three red-haired brothers and a flying car. Quiet at first, but eventually loud enough to wake Harry, the car approached. Harry was at first unsure as to what the noise was, but he pretty soon realised. Assuming correctly that they were here for him, Harry quickly got his stuff ready by the window, his already packed trunk and Hedwig in her cage. The window however was a problem.

"Hiya, Harry," Ron greeted through the car window. "I see why you never wrote back," Ron said. "We're here to rescue you!"

"If you get rid of the window I'll jump in," Harry said impatiently, as he could hear the Durselys stirring.

"We have just the thing," one of the twins said, quickly attaching a hook to the bars through the passenger window. "Now George!"

George steered the car away from the house and Vernon's mediocre craftsmanship gave out, the screwed in bars coming free from the house. By this point everyone in the house was definitely up, and probably the street for that matter. Harry quickly heaved his trunk up and out of the window into Fred's reach. Then went Hedwig's cage, by which point Vernon was at the door. He threw it open and roared in anger as Harry stepped up onto the window ledge. "Bye Vernon!" he laughed as he clambered into the car. Fred had forced the trunk over the backseats and into the boot, Hedwig was squawking excitedly in the middle seat as Harry pulled himself into the car.

"You're never coming back here, boy!" Vernon roared as the four boys laughed, racing away into the night.

"That was a successful mission," the twins said in unison.

"Now home before mum wakes up," George added.

"It'll be close," Fred said.

Ron gulped at the thought of the punishment. But Harry was just happy to be away, and to be back in the world he had come to love so much.


"Beds empty! No note!" Harry had barely had time to take in the magical house, home to the Weasley family when the Matriarch of said family was on them.

The three Weasley sons attempted to defend their actions, "he had bars on his windows!" but Mrs Weasley's mind was very much set.

"I'm very sorry for the trouble, Mrs Weasley. It's my fault really," Harry tried to apologise, his eyes downcast.

"Nonsense, Harry," Mrs Weasley chided, ruffling his hair. "You did not put bars on your own windows, did you? You did need rescuing, but my boys went the wrong way about it. And punishment must be had. And it might do you some good to watch, Harry," she added.

So Harry followed his three rescuers up the stairs and into what he assumed was the Mistress bedroom. "You know the drill," Mrs Weasley said.

Ron, Fred and George silently stripped themselves, and Harry chose to follow suit. They then got on the bed, next to each other on their hands and knees. Harry stood by the edge of the bed and observed.

Swishing her wand forcefully, Mrs Weasley conjured ropes from nothing and they wrapped themselves around the ankles and wrists of those to be punished. She then collected three small objects of latticed metal from a draw, which Harry did not recognise. But their use became very apparent when Mrs Weasley bent so that she was at eye level with her sons' dangling, limp penises. She placed each cage on their cock, as they whimpered an apology to her. "These will be on until I say so, probably the rest of the week," she told them. "No orgasms until then, you can only piss and dribble out of them."

"Yes, Mummy Mistress," they chorused.

"But for now, it's the flogger," she said as she retrieved the instrument of pain from the same drawer. Swishing it menacingly through the air, she turned to Harry. "Pay close attention, Harry. One day you may be on the receiving end and the etiquette is important."

"Yes, Mistress," Harry nodded. Molly smiled at the title.

She started with her youngest first, gently resting the tails of the flogger on his ass, before raising it and bringing it crashing down on the pale skin. "One! Thank you, Mummy Mistress!" Ron cried out.

Mrs Weasley did this for blow after blow, on his ass, back and thighs, until she had turned his skin bright red. Tears rolled down Ron's cheeks, but he kept count and thanked his mother for his punishment for every strike. Harry noticed that when Mrs Weasley delivered several strikes in quick succession, each number had to be said but only one thank you. He supposed that made sense. At fifty blows, Mrs Weasley stopped and started on George, briefly speaking to Ron, "Well done baby, you did well."

She treated the twins in exactly the same manner, smacking them with fifty harsh blows each, leaving them both tearing up and in pain. Though they seemed to handle it better than their younger brother, maybe because they were older, or, as Harry thought more likely, because they were punished more often.

"You all did very well," Mrs Weasley told her sons. "You showed Harry exactly how to take punishment. "Now for my favourite part," she announced, untying her dressing gown and revealing her naked body.

She had a matronly beauty about her. She was a plump and curvy figure, with dramatically large breasts. Harry particularly liked her thick thighs, but his eyes were inevitably drawn to one thing in particular, the slowly hardening shaft hanging between her legs. It was the thickest he had ever seen, thicker even than Alice Prewett's. And its length was very impressive too, even though it was not yet fully hard. "How about you assist with this punishment with your mouth, Harry?"

"Yes, mistress," Harry said, instantly dropping to his knees. He could feel the saliva building in his mouth as Mrs. Weasley approached him, her thickness swinging from side-to-side. She stood before him, and Harry marveled at the cock in front of him for a moment, lifting it up and gazing adoringly at it, before eventually putting it in his mouth.

The immediate problem was the monstrous girth. Harry knew he could deal with the length, but the thickness made Harry's jaw begin to ache very quickly. Pushing through the pain, Harry fought desperately to cram the cock into his mouth.

Molly smiled down at the boy and placed a reassuring hand on his head as he battled with her dick. She knew that it was not easy, but she loved watching little sluts try and conquer her tool. "Good boy, Harry!" she enthused as he came up for air having taken half of the length in his mouth.

Refusing to give up, Harry bobbed his head back and forth a few times on Mrs Weasley's dick, dragging his stretched lips up and down the veiny length, before taking a deep breath and recommitting his all to stuffing his throat with the throbbing, hard meat.

Coughing and gagging on the dick, coating it liberally with saliva, Harry advanced his way up it. He held on to Mrs. Weasley's tree-trunk like legs and pulled his mouth further along. His throat visibly bulged from the cock, a sight that only excited Mrs. Weasley more. With only a couple of inches left, she felt like assisting him in his goal, and so thrust her dick deeper into his throat, pushing against his straining esophagus until his nose was pressed into the soft, red curls at the base of her monster. "Well done, Harry! You are an excellent cocksucker!"

"Thank you, mistress," Harry replied graciously as he coughed and heaved, attempting to get his breath and bearings back. He knew his throat would be sore for a day, but in his mind, it was totally worth it.

Now that her cock was suitably prepared, Molly got onto the bed behind her youngest son. Slapping her thickness between his cheeks she asked him to beg for punishment.

"Please punish me, Mummy Mistress! Punish me with your perfect dick!"

"Good boy," she growled as she pushed the head of her cock into his ass.

"Ooooohhhhhh," Ron moaned loudly. Despite having had his mother's fat cock in his ass only a couple of days previously, and had had it so many times before then, Ron still felt as if he was being split in two. Not as painful as his first time, but it was still a challenge, he did not think his mother's girth would ever become 'normal' for his ass to take.

As it was meant to be a punishment, Molly was not as gentle as normal, aggressively pushing her cock deeper and deeper into Ron's ass. She loved watching tight holes stretch around her length, no matter how many times she had seen it. Having made good progress in her advances, Molly reversed direction with two inches left to go in. It was about speed and ferocity more than depth. She knew that Ron's ass would soon take all eleven of her inches with ease, so she instead focused on her rhythm, which quickly turned brutal.

Ron cried out with every thrust from behind as his mother very thoroughly punished him. Her weapon of a cock carved in and out of him, resizing his insides with ease. Ron could feel his cock already dribbling against his cage, as it strained against its confines. The uncomfortableness in his penis, only added to the cacophony of sensations that were coming from deep within. Given her thickness, there was not a single part of Ron's asshole that was left unbattered. And now she was really battering him.

Molly's thighs clapped her son's cheeks satisfyingly, as now all eleven inches slammed in and out of his ass. Her thick, full balls slapped against his much smaller ones too. The sound of smacking echoed around the room in melody with Ron's cries and his mother's cries.

The fucking was intense and certainly a form of punishment, despite the pleasure Ron felt. It was a strange contradiction, that being fucked so hard by his mother's terrifying cock was both punishment and satisfying pleasure; pain and bliss.

As soon as it had started it was over, and Molly moved onto George, also making him beg for his own punishment. Soon enough his cries resounded around the room as his brother's had seconds before. The experience was no different for him, or for Fred afterwards. To be ploughed by Molly Weasley's cock so hard was as equally paradoxical for anyone; ecstasy and hurt.

Harry watched in rapt fascination, though there was so much to take in. Molly in full flow was a beautifully terrifying sight, and Harry's ass tightened at the thought of her being inside of him. It excited him more than anything. His eyes could not fix on any one thing for a long time; Molly's breasts swinging against her chest, her balls slapping her sons', the crater left in Ron's ass, or all three of their little cocks dribbling in their cages. Harry's own cock was rock hard at the myriad of erotic visuals.

And then his morning only got better. "The final part of your punishment is simple," Molly said as she pulled out of Fred, to leave a gaping, red hole in her wake. "You get to watch as I fuck Harry through as many orgasms as he can take."

Harry's eyes widened at her words, his ass clenching in nervousness. "Lie on the bed in front of them, on your back," Molly instructed.

Harry clambered onto the bed, and lay himself across the head of the bed, in front of the three youngest Weasley boys. He spread his legs and bent them back, revealing his hole to Molly. He made eye contact with Ron, who shot him a supportive and reassuring look.

"Don't worry, Harry, I'll be much gentler with you," she said to him as she placed her tip at his entrance.

Harry screamed as she pierced his hole, and Molly groaned as she continued. There would always be something special about fucking her children, but Harry's ass may have been the greatest she had ever felt. Maybe even more so than Arthur's. The way it opened up to her but gripped her so tightly was heaven. It was as if he had been intentionally designed to take her cock. Her cock slipped all the way inside far quicker than she had been expecting with minimal pressure or effort on her part.

She draped herself across Harry, her tits in her face, "Just let yourself go," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around the top of his head and began to fuck him.

Under Molly's heavy breasts, all Harry could do was latch onto one, crying into the pink nipple as his ass was pummeled by the thickest cock he had ever had. "Pleeeeeeeease!" he screamed as he was fucked. Such deep pleasure wracked his body as he was stretched and resized, used like a doll by his friend's mother. And she did not relent.

Though not as hard or fast as she had fucked her sons, she was still thorough in her thrusts. And at any pace her cock made itself known, to say the least. Harry was certainly realising that, as his first orgasm was quickly upon him. "Please can I cum, Mistress?"

"Cum for me. Show these sluts what they're missing!"

"Ugggggghhhhhhhhhh!" Harry became utterly incoherent as his slight body shook beneath Molly's curves, his cock spewing his load against their stomachs. But his incoherence did not abate as he entered a state of cock-drunkenness. Still being pounded, a second orgasm was soon upon him, Mrs. Weasley's cock truly fucking the cum out of him.

Molly could not believe it when Harry's ass squeezed the life out of her cock for the second time in a minute, it was almost enough to get her to cum, but not quite. She managed to hold back just enough to fuck Harry into a coma as he came for a third time a few minutes later. It was that orgasm that threw Molly over the edge. "Fuuuuck!" she cried as she sat up and yanked her cock from Harry's ass, blasting her load all over Harry, splattering him from chin to cock in her warm, thick cream. "Morgana that was good!" she exclaimed, sweaty hair sticking to her forehead. "Now clean him up and when he's back in this world, come downstairs for your breakfast. You can stay up all day too, that'll teach you to sneak out at night!"

"Thank you, mummy!" they all yelled as their ropes were unbound and vanished as quickly as they had appeared. The twins were quick to jump on Harry and begin licking him clean of their mother's delicious treat. But Ron realised that one job had not been done.

"Allow me to thank you for the privilege of being punished by your beautiful cock by cleaning it, Mummy Mistress."

"Good boy," Molly affectionately stroked his hair as he cleaned her length.

She had raised them right after all… mostly.


The start of term was approaching and so that meant the annual trip to Diagon Alley was necessary in order to secure school supplies. Harry had just about survived his first time travelling by Floo Powder. Apparently, it was very easy to mispronounce your destination and say something like 'diagonally' instead of Diagon Alley. That seemed rather silly to Harry.

They had just about made their way through all of the necessities, Molly had insisted that Harry go into his vault by himself, with them standing nearby but out of sight of the contents. Something Harry was glad for, because he had gathered that the Weasleys were not the wealthiest family, though this conflicted with the fundamental idea of Witching society, Molly Weasley was a Witch after all. Harry made sure to ask Hermione about it at a later point.

Harry had also met Ginny whilst at the Burrow. The youngest Weasley, their only daughter, was a very forward girl, who had made it no secret whose ass she wanted to fuck. Harry continually blushed under her penetrating gaze, as George and Fred giggled behind him. Though Harry need only remind them of the cage currently around their cocks to silence them.

The trip was mostly uneventful, although Harry had been shocked to see public urinals, in the form of tied up wizards, being used as they walked up the main shopping street of Diagon Alley. He did not know how he had missed it last time, "Witching magic," Molly had told him. "And don't worry about them, it's for those out of work or otherwise impoverished. They are treated to a room and three hot meals a day for their service. It's an honour to be used in such a way," Harry was not sure about honour, but deep down, there was something about it that appealed to him.

But it was when they were coming out of Flourish & Botts that the main talking point of the trip occurred. A greasy-haired man, who somewhat resembled a bat with his dark attire and features, not to mention his pale skin, approached them. "The rumours are true," the main said, his eyes focusing on Harry.

"Get out of here Snape," Molly hissed venomously.

"Surprised they haven't kicked you out of their little girls club for what you've done," he spat back. This comment, which Harry could not decipher triggered a scuffle between Snape and Arthur Weasley who reacted with his fists as opposed to his wand.

"Arthur, contain yourself," Molly commanded. Arthur pulled back from the skirmish having got one satisfying punch in.

"Yes, why don't you head back to your owner there, dog!"

"I will end you," Molly threatened, wand pointed straight at Snape. "Judged innocent or not."

"I will greatly enjoy your coming suffering," Snape smiled scarily. "Justice for all!" he declared before skulking away towards Knockturn Alley.

"Sorry about that, Harry," Molly said to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Not everyone believes in the truth of Witching Society."

"Some are just jealous."

"Well said, Arthur. Now let's go all, back home for lunch and cake!"

Harry did not ask about the event afterwards. But there was something strange in Snape's eyes; triumph. And Harry was right to worry.


Ophelia Greengrass, Professor of Magical History at Hogwarts, strode confidently through the empty halls of Hogwarts. Her blonde hair was tied professionally in a ponytail, her breasts were less professionally on full display in her blouse. Showing off her deep cleavage was part of her powers of persuasion, as was the red lipstick that accentuated her full lips.

It was the Friday before term started and Ophelia had requested a meeting with Headmistress McGonagall and Head of Slytherin House Bellatrix Black.

Her beauty had been very obvious and much sought after from a young age. She had been taken for the first time by a particularly charming sixth year Slytherin, when she was in her second. From then she courted several suitors before eventually marrying for love at a young age. She loved her husband dearly, and was so grateful to him, particularly for their daughters, but the betrothal had come as a surprise at the time. She was a highly sought-after witch, but had chosen to marry a wizard.

Though she married for love, it had not done either of their prospects particularly well. She was a professor, and he worked an entry-level job at the Ministry. She wanted her daughters to be happy, but she also wanted them to find a marriage befitting them of their beauty. Her husband was punching she knew that, and she wanted her daughters to be the ones punching; preferably being married to a Witch.

It was hypocritical of her, she knew that. But she wanted what she wanted, and whilst she was their mother, she would follow what she desired.

The meeting she was heading to attend was to request that McGonagall and Black help keep Daphne from becoming entangled in anyone's snare. Ophelia was particularly worried about Pansy Parkinson. Whilst Parkinson would make a great match for her daughter, if marriage was not Pansy's aim, then it could deter other future suitors.

Ophelia knocked politely on the Headmistress' door before being welcomed inside. "Ophelia," Minerva greeted. "Please take a seat."

"Good morning, Headmistress. Professor Black," she greeted both of them with a nod.

"Why did you request this meeting then, Ophelia?" McGonagall asked once Ophelia was sitting comfortably.

"Why did you make me wake up at some ungodly hour?"

"Bella it's nine-thirty, you would have been up anyway," McGonagall retorted.

"I like getting up at my own pace!"

"Be quiet and let Ophelia talk, please. One summer holiday and you lose all manners," she tutted at the grumbling professor.

"I wanted to talk about Daphne," Ophelia began. "I would like to keep her virginity in tact."

Bellatrix snorted at the statement, but McGonagall nodded. "It is the school's policy to stay out of such engagements with students."

"Or encourage it with a good fucking," Bellatrix added.

Ignoring the DADA professor, McGonagall continued. "Why would we make an accommodation for Daphne?"

"I am concerned that too early an 'engagement' would affect her future prospects. She will be highly sought after and I would like her to wait until she can clearly tell whether marriage is on the mind of those she is 'entangling' with."

"Because you chose to marry a gormless wizard?"

"Bellatrix!" McGonagall scolded.

"It's ok," Ophelia had grown used to such jibes, particularly from Bellatrix Black. "I married for love, and I have no regrets in marrying a good wizard. But my situation was complicated by my own early entanglings, and I do not want that for my daughter."

"Bit hypocritical," Bella replied.

"Might be, but it's what I want."

"That may be so but school policy is still lassez-faire about such things."

"What do we get in exchange?" Bella had a feral smile on her fact when she asked that question.

"Exactly what you want, my body," Ophelia said, ignoring the look that Bellatrix was giving her.

"How would we even do this, I can hardly just say it at the welcome feast?"

"Violet Flynt," Bellatrix said. "She'll police it." McGonagall nodded at that suggestion.

"There is precedent for this," McGonagall said. "I think we can do this, but only for this year."

"Thank you very much Headmistress, I am very grateful," Ophelia was very relieved by the decision, and now came the fun part.

"You can start your payment now," McGonagall said. "Start on your esteemed colleague there."

"She's all ready for you," Bellatrix grinned, exposing her cock to the open. Leaning back in her chair, she relaxed as Ophelia dropped to her knees before her. "I've missed this."

"I have too, mistress," Ophelia admitted. She was not lying. Though she had a somewhat fractious relationship with the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, she could not deny how good the woman was in bed. Her cock was incredible, not to mention the power with which she could pound someone. McGonagall was the only one who could top her amongst the staff at Hogwarts, at least in Ophelia's opinion. The nature of their relationship often only made the sex all the hotter.

"That's a good girl," Bellatrix leered down at Ophelia as she slurped aggressively on her length. She greatly enjoyed having the attractive blonde on her knees worshipping her as she was. A woman who was once the desire of all the eligible Witches of Magical Britain, who scorned them all in favour of a common wizard, was now gagging on her dick. Bellatrix firmly and ardently believed in the true superiority of Witches, she was a great traditionalist, and thus Ophelia was a traitor to her, a woman who rejected what Bellatrix would call 'decent values'. She felt the same towards Molly Weasley. And this was the crux of the friction in their relationship.

McGonagall of course was much more liberal in her beliefs than Bellatrix, hence why she hired Ophelia Greengrass. And as she magically vested the woman of her clothing she was very glad she did. "You're already dripping," McGonagall noted as she ran her fingers up Ophelia's exposed slit.

"Of course she is. She's excited to get a real cock for once."

Ophelia ignored the jibe from Bellatrix and continued working on the shaft, advancing her lips further and further down towards the wild hair at the base of Bella's cock. She was almost there when she became incredibly distracted by an even larger shaft penetrating her pussy. She could only groan around the dick in her mouth as she was slowly filled up from behind.

"This pussy has always been one of my favourites," McGonagall complimented as she bottomed out inside of the wet cunt, the walls tightly gripping her dick.

"Better than the effort up here," Bellatrix complained, Ophelia having stopped her oral work as she had been initially penetrated from behind. Impatiently, Bellatrix grabbed the blonde by the head and forced her deeper onto her dick, her nose pressing into the tangle of black hairs that was classed as the finish line. "Much better," Bellatrix grinned as Ophelia gagged and struggled. She loved the feeling of a throat squeezing her dick as they struggled for air.

Ophelia was now truly being skewered, as McGonagall began to intensely fuck her from behind, and Bellatrix forced her mouth up and down at her front. Having twenty-three inches of cock in her was a stunning thrill, particularly as domineering and as rough the two women were being with her, she was completely at her mercy, as she had fantasised about all night.

She did love her husband dearly, but he was a wizard, and thus his size was completely incomparable to what she was currently being stuffed with. It was expected when a witch married a wizard that she regularly seek out other partners, namely Witches, and Ophelia had plenty of chance at that at Hogwarts. Though Bellatrix's jabs were mean, they were also completely correct.

At the back, McGonagall was fascinated by both the thick layer of cream that now coated her dick, as well as the way Ophelia's lips gripped her dick as she pulled out. It was as if it did not want to let go. And of course McGonagall did not want that either, always slamming herself back into the tight quim.

Eventually, McGonagall's attention turned to Ophelia's as of yet untouched hole. Spitting on the wrinkled entrance, she inserted a finger and quickly after a second. The ass gripped her two fingers very tightly; Ophelia had been out of practice. With far more patience than Bellatrix would ever have, McGonagall slowly stretched open the asshole with a third finger, as she continued to fuck her pussy.

Having all three holes filled was more than enough for Ophelia, who orgasmed on McGonagall's cock, her pussy squeezing her dick, and her ass squeezing her fingers painfully tight as she trembled in pleasure. Cumming with eleven inches of thick cock down her throat, only made Ophelia cum harder. "The little slut loves it!" Bellatrix exclaimed as she watched the beautiful form before her shake and quiver in bliss. "I think it's time for the next part," she grinned wolfishly at McGonagall.

"I'm surprised you've been this patient."

"I like having her throat struggle around my cock."

"Naturally," McGonagall sighed. Bellatrix never did have any decorum.

"How do you want me?" Ophelia asked from between Bellatrix's legs.

"Hop up here," Bellatrix indicated crudely to her dick. Ophelia followed the instruction, straddling Bellatrix as she sat in the chair, a leg either side. She mounted the phallic seat and slid her pussy down the dark-haired Witch's length. "You're getting looser," Bellatrix smirked. "All that slutty behaviour in the staffroom."

Ophelia blushed but could not help retorting. "The Witches with thicker cocks don't complain."

"Cheeky slut," Bellatrix grumbled, smacking Ophelia's ass hard. Ophelia simply leant in and kissed the grumpy Witch hard. Her leaning forward allowed McGonagall to come in behind and slip her cock in the presented hole.

"So tight," McGonagall groaned as she slowly pushed her dick into the History professor's ass.

Ophelia could only groan open-mouthed into Bellatrix's mouth as she felt her ass being split in two. The lack of anal action over the summer, meant that even with McGonagall's digital preparation her ass was still extremely tight. It enhanced the pleasure for one, and increased the pain for another.

Having bottomed out inside the tight ass, McGonagall placed one hand on Ophelia's shoulder, pushing her down, and another on her hip, allowing her leverage to aggressively thrust her hips back and forth which she began to do.

Naturally, Bellatrix was not one to be passive during sex, but this time she allowed it. She enjoyed the feeling of Ophelia's smooth, curvy body being pressed against her own muscular form, as well as the sensation of McGonagall's roving cock rubbing against her own through the thin layer that separated Ophelia's two holes, not to mention the wet and warm environment of the pussy she was balls deep inside.

Contrastingly to Bellatrix's relaxed form, McGonagall was putting her own body through the paces, as she put Ophelia's ass through it too. She gritted her teeth as she destructively pounded into Ophelia from the back, reaming her asshole and making the blonde scream into Bellatrix's shoulder. "Oh fuck!"

"What a start to the year," Bellatrix laughed as she spread Ophelia's asscheeks for the Headmistress. "Sharing a slut is always fun!"

"And this little slut loves it," McGonagall began to lose herself in the glorious sensations of taking a particularly tight ass.

"Morgana yes, I do, Mistress!" Ophelia cried. "I fucking love having your big cocks inside me! Please don't stop, keep fucking meeeeeee!" she screamed out as she lost control of her body, her second orgasm consuming her. Her ass squeezed McGonagall's cock even harder, as her pussy squirted all over Bella's cock.

"She's a real slut," Bella said as her cock was massaged by Ophelia's cunt.

"I am for your cocks, Mistresses," Ophelia agreed.

"Wanna swap positions?" Bella asked McGonagall, finally tiring of being passive. Ophelia's pussy gushing all over her made her want to pound the blonde slut so much.

"Sure, Bella," McGonagall agreed. She pulled her cock free from its cramped confines, revealing the damage it had done. Bellatrix helped Ophelia get up off her in her daze and then stood too. McGonagall sat where Bellatrix had been, her cock jutting straight up, ready for use. Surprisingly, Bellatrix maneuvered Ophelia into reverse cowgirl, gripping McGonagall's cock and making sure it slipped into the blonde's ass. "I assumed you wanted her ass."

"Don't worry about me," Bellatrix had that wild look in her eyes that McGonagall had become very used to.

Ophelia was still in somewhat of a daze from her orgasm and moaned softly as Bellatrix's cock carved through her soaked cunt. She allowed her legs to be held up by Bellatrix, her weight now resting on McGonagall's lap. This allowed Bellatrix easier access to her main target, Ophelia's stuffed ass.

"Let's see if the slut likes this," she grinned as she pulled her cock from the sopping cunt and positioned it alongside McGonagall's thickness. She pushed forward firmly, her tip fighting Ophelia's tight walls to make space.

"Fuuuck!" Ophelia snapped out of her daze as she felt another cock penetrating her ass. Taking one had felt like she was being split open, but taking the second felt like she was being torn apart. "Fuuuuuuck!" she screamed as a sharp pain emanated from her ass. Tears sprang to her eyes as Bellatrix's invasion continued.

"Fucking take it, slut!" she snarled as over half her cock forced its way in beside McGonagall's.

"Good girl, you're doing well," McGonagall took the opposite tack, encouraging the woman as she was double anally penetrated.

"I knew she was as slutty as a common wizard," Bellatrix cackled as her hairy balls came to rest against McGonagall's own full sacks, her cock buried to the hilt in the now not-so-tight ass. "Now here comes the fun part," Bella announced as she pulled back before quickly reversing the direction.

Ophelia continued to cry out in pain as Bellatrix used her hole to her content. Ophelia felt like a piece of meat as she was coldly used by two Witches, two in the same hole no less, a feeling that only turned her on. McGonagall gently played with her nipples as Bellatrix wildly pounded into her sore ass. But there did come a point where the pleasure overcame the pain, where her ass got used to being double stuffed, and now there was mostly intense pleasure. "Please don't stop!"

"I knew the slut would love it," Bellatrix continued ramming her cock in and out of the hole, as McGonagall sat and basked in the sensation of her cock being rubbed against by Bella's marauding shaft.

"Oh I do, Mistress! I fucking love having two fat cocks in my slutty ass!"

"Look at the desire of all of Magical Britain, married a wizard but can't help but come running back to proper Witch cock! Tell me how pathetic your husband is?"

"Your cocks are so much better than his!" Ophelia was completely cock-drunk by this point.

"In a few years your daughters are going to be in the same position no matter what you do," Bella goaded. And that did it for Ophelia. Her whole body trembled as she came for the third time, her pussy squirting all over Bellatrix's stomach as an orgasm ripped through her.

This did not stop Bellatrix who continued to power her cock into the abused ass. Pushing her stamina to the limits, she fucked Ophelia into a fourth orgasm, making the blonde scream her name once again. "Belllllaaaaaa!"

"Morgana, I'm close," Bellatrix said. "Facepaint?"

McGonagall nodded in response and the two worked in tandem to get the overcome mother of two into position on her knees. "Face up, tongue out, slut." Not quick enough to respond for Bella's liking, she grabbed the woman's hair and pulled it back, turning her face up. Gripping the sweat-soaked blonde hair as jerked her cock with her other hand, quickly reaching orgasm. "Fucking take my cum you filthy little whore!" she roared as her cock exploded all over Ophelia's upturned face. Arcs of cum splattered the beautiful face, covering every inch of it, from hair to chin.

It was not long before McGonagall added her own load, blasting the already covered face with streaks more cum. By the end Ophelia was covered in the warm treat. Wiping enough away to open her eyes, she gazed up at the two muscular, powerful women towering over her, their veiny cocks slowly deflating. She simply had to lean forward and suck both tips, cleaning them of any cum that had been left behind. "Good girl," McGonagall said, clearing some sweaty strands of hair from her forehead.

"Want some help cleaning yourself up?" Bellatrix asked.

"Mistress?" Ophelia was very confused by the question; no Witch would help clean a witch of their own cum as a wizard might. But Ophelia had forgotten that this was Bella, she always had a way.

"You might want to close your eyes," she warned, pointing her soft cock at Ophelia's face before letting go with a groan. Warm piss splashed onto the unprepared Ophelia. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as the strong stream continued to rain down on her.

"Really, Bellatrix? Now my office is going to smell of piss for a week!"

"You might as well join in then," she shrugged.

"Your logic is flawless as always," McGonagall rolled her eyes. But she did in fact join in, it had been a while since she had pissed on a slut.

"Thank you, Mistresses," Ophelia thanked them genuinely once their golden showers had come to an end.

"You're welcome," McGonagall said. "I'm sure your wishes can be followed. Bella?"

"I suppose so," she nodded. "Now time for a real shower."

The three entered the Headmistress' personal shower. Ophelia cleaned the two Witches, reverently soaping up their bodies, before they roughly returned the favour.

Ophelia limped down the stairs behind Bellatrix as they left the Headmistress' office, now freshly cleaned. "Why do you hate me so much?"

Bellatrix turned and spoke; "I don't hate you,"

"It seems like it," Ophelia paused on the bottom step next to Bella.

"You know my traditional views. You disrespected the social order by marrying as you did, so I don't respect you in return."

"I married for love," Ophelia said. "I know you think any witch should marry a Witch if desired. But love is important too."

"Love does not maintain social order," Bellatrix replied.

"I think you'll think otherwise someday," Ophelia said.

"I doubt it," she said simply before turning and striding off.

Bellatrix had no idea what was coming.


A/N: Guess who's back. Here is the second year of this most debauched of stories. I hope the wait was worth it. Enjoy, and have a lovely weekend ;)