A World for Witches

Chapter 10 – The Gift of Sleep

Neville would say that Herbology was his favourite school subject, or at least had been the previous year. It obviously did not require a wand, and Neville was struggling with all wandwork. Furthermore, he was not permanently worried about blowing up the classroom as he was in Potions; plants were generally not so volatile. However, their first Herbology lesson of the year did not go as well as he had certainly hoped.

Either his ear muffs were not over his ears properly or his hearing was particularly sensitive, for the moment he yanked his Mandrake from its pot and its hideous baby face screeched at him he had fainted, dropping the crying plant on the floor.

"Shall we take him to Madame Pomfrey?" Lavender, who had been standing next to Neville asked.

"No, no that's quite alright dear," Professor Sprout said. "All of you carry on," she said to the rest of the class. "He's certainly out of it," she noted as she picked up the squawking plant and quickly re-potted him.

Someone fainted every year in this class, but Pomfrey had told Sprout a trick that worked particularly well on wizards. Having already dampened at the thought of what she was going to do, she gently rubbed her clit under her skirt, before inserting two fingers into herself. Taking them out, slick with her juices, she wafted them under Neville's nose, and was instantly greeted with fluttering eyelids.

"Does that work everytime?" Lavender asked, who had been unable to concentrate on her own needy plant when her Herbology Professor was fingering herself in front of her.

"A lot of the time," Sprout smiled. "If you don't get to dealing with your Mandrake it will be a spanking and not a tasting for you, Miss Brown."

"Sorry, Professor," Lavender turned back to her plant.

"But you may have a little taste," Sprout offered her fingers to Lavender as Neville sat up. "Nothing too bad, Prewett?" she asked him as Lavender moaned around her fingers.

"Just a headache," Neville replied.

"And a sore bottom I expect."

"He's used to that," Parvati giggled from next to Lavender.

Neville blushed but returned to his feet with his Professor's assisting hand. "See to your plant and we'll see to your health after class."

The rest of the class went well and Neville managed to repot three Mandrakes without fainting again. But he could not help but blush at the gazes of his classmates. He had embarrassed himself, it was like the Remembrall incident all over again.

As the class filed out to head to their next class, Neville stayed behind. "Here's a herbal remedy for you, Prewett. It should clear you up good," she said as she handed him a thick, green drink. Neville downed it without tasting, he had grown used to his grandmother's own homemade remedies, which only ever tasted good if she had added some of her own cream to the concoction. "If you're still feeling a little woozy then go and see Pomfrey; Mandrake's are mostly harmless at that size as I said, but some people are worse affected than others."

"I think I'm alright now, thank you Professor."

"There's always one, Prewett. But my little wake up method got me all worked up earlier. If you'd be so kind." The little Herbology teacher sunk back into the garden chair in the greenhouse and dangled her legs over the armrests. Her thick thighs were spread wide enough to lift up her skirt and reveal her hairy pussy.

Neville did not hesitate in dropping to his knees, even on the hard greenhouse floor, and positioning his face appropriately between the spread legs. "Oh that's good," she groaned loudly as Neville started by kissing her lower lips. Then spreading them he quickly split his time between her not-so-tight hole and her engorged clitoris. "Lick my hairy cunt just like that!"

Neville hardly had an issue with his teacher's age, given his grandmother had several decades on her. And her ungroomed area only made him harder. The grey hairs tickled his nose as Neville did his best to bring his Professor off to an explosive end. "Good boy, good boy, good fucking boy!" Sprout encouraged, gripping his dark hair and keeping his head firmly in between her thick thighs. She moaned louder still as she used her free hand to rub at her hard nipple.

Working his tongue hard Neville lapped at Sprout's sensitive clit. Glancing up from her bushy pussy, he admired the view of her playing with her escaped tit. They were incredibly impressive and reminded him of his mother's large chest, which only made his cock throb more in his trousers, and his tongue work even harder. The thought of Professor Sprout describing this in detail to his proud and intently listening mother turned him on more than he could describe. He would love to be on his knees for the two curvy women, worshipping them as Magic intended.

Though less experienced with eating pussy than sucking dick, Neville was still a skilled artist, and he soon had Sprout trembling from his position on his knees; "Oh you're going to make me… oh fucking Morgana's great cock!" Sprout cried out as she came. She squeezed her student's head hard between her chunky thighs as she drowned him in her juices.

By the time her orgasm had subsided and she released him, Neville was a mess. His hair was all over the place and his face was covered in the tasty liquid of the much older woman's hairy cunt. He had only just managed to not faint again, but this time for lack of oxygen!

"Well, Prewett, that was an excellent end. If you ever need to be woken out of anymore unplanned sleeps, just ask."

"You almost put me in one, Professor," Neville pointed out.

"And then I could have sat on your face to wake you back up," Sprout retorted with a smile.

"It would have been my pleasure, Professor," Neville smiled back. Herbology was definitely his favourite class.


The first Gryffindor Quidditch practice since their return to school from the summer had gone well. It certainly seemed to Angelina that the chemistry of the previous year was not in fact a fluke. She was confident in their ability to repeat their recent success. The thought of fucking McGonagall in the showers again only spurred her on more.

Harry had been pulled into the girls' changing room again, not that he minded at all. It usually meant fun for all involved.

"We actually got you a gift, Katie," Alicia said to her fellow chaser.

"Oh, really?" Katie beamed as she took off her shirt.

"And you'll need Harry to practice it on," Angelina added, adding to both Katie and Harry's interest.

"A strap-on!" they both cried out.

"Yes!" Katie got up and hugged both of her teammates, her bare breasts exposed. She gratefully took the bright pink device from Angeline and admired it. "It's pretty big," she added.

"We reckoned if you were born with a cock it'd be pretty big," Alicia smiled.

"Thank you so much girls! I must thank you."

"You can thank us after you try it out," Angelina suggested. She was very eager to watch Harry ride the gift.

Katie stripped off the rest of her clothes, not that that was necessary, and with some assistance from Alicia worked out how exactly to correctly attach the device. "It feels weird," Katie said as she stroked the fake cock. I understand why you all play with it all the time."

"Good innit," Angelina smirked. "And now you get to boss Harry around with even more authority."

"Come suck it, slut!" she commanded enthusiastically.

Harry happily obliged, dropping to his knees before the standing Katie and working his mouth move over the thick tool. He quickly realised that he preferred the real thing, it tasted slightly odd, and the warmth and throbbing of a cock in his mouth could not be replaced. But seeing the massive smile on Katie's face made it worth it.

Eager to get the full experience, Katie grabbed Harry by the head and thrust her hips back and forth. It was a very different thrill to rubbing her cunt over his features. This felt far more domineering, more active, more powerful. She now grasped the true sexual power of Witches, power that she could only lamely imitate. She understood her true place even better now.

"I think she's enjoying herself," Alicia giggled, her cock dangling next to her thigh.

"That's the smile of a girl about to fuck Harry Potter's ass!"

"Hold it there," Katie forced Harry to remain in place, the ten inches of fake dick lodged in his throat. Harry had choked his way down to the bottom but had made it, and was now content to allow Katie her power-trip. "Good boy," she cooed once she let him get some much-needed oxygen. "Now come ride me, slut," she sat back down on the bench, her newfound phallus jutting aggressively from between her legs.

Harry turned to Alicia and Angelina and lowered himself, opting to ride the dick in reverse cowboy. Katie spanked him with every inch that he took into his ass. "It feels so good, mistress," he groaned as he continued to sink onto the toy.

"Now ride it, whore! Make it feel good for me!" Katie could already feel the delightful way that the base of the strap-on rubbed against her clit. She had wondered about her own pleasure, but need not have once Harry started bouncing. She not only got to watch his bubbly ass bounce up and down, but her throbbing clitoris was also aggressively rubbed against by the design of the toy. Clearly this had been in mind.

"I missed seeing that little thing flop about when he rode a dick," Alicia said.

"Morgana, same," Angelina sighed as she enjoyed the show. "Enjoying your toy?"

"Harry or the strap-on?" Katie joked. "Cause I'm loving both!"

"This is real team building right here."

"Straight out the manual," the two girls laughed, as Harry continued to bounce his ass up and down, his hole now easily taking in the plastic cock deep inside of him. That feeling of impending orgasm built up inside of him. It was different when he just had something in his ass, to when his cock was played with. The prostate being triggered changed the sensation, there was a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach, that soon spread to his cock. And when it did, the pleasurable nature of the sensation became clear. As did the proximity of the orgasm.

"I'm close!" Harry groaned out.

"Already, slut?" Katie was always amazed at how quickly Harry got to orgasm. "Well you're not stopping until I've got mine, whether you cum or not."

"Yes, mistress," Harry accepted, taking that as permission to cum as long as he continued bouncing. And that is exactly what he did, even as his legs spasmed and cock poured a load out onto the changing room floor, he continued the motion, continued sodomising himself, but most importantly, continued to bang the toy against Katie's clit.

"Oh, Morgana," Katie groaned out as her own orgasm built, only a couple of minutes behind Harry's. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Katie gripped the bench as she came, the strap-on design doing its job and sending her into a heavenly fit.

"I think she likes her present," Alicia giggled.

"I think she'll like thanking us for it more," Angelina said, her cock hard and waiting for just that.

Alicia stepped forward as Harry dismounted and helped Katie, still a little shaky, out of the harness. "Clean yourself off it," Katie handed Harry the sloppy toy.

Of course he eagerly thrust the length into his mouth, cleaning his own ass off of its slick surface. "And clean up your mess on the floor too," Angelina said, patting him on the head.

"Of course, Mistress," Harry said. Once he had thoroughly cleaned the tang from the strap-on, he put his face to the floor and licked up his own sticky load.

In that time Alicia's fingers had been getting Katie ready for her thank you. "It's certainly wet enough," Alicia said, three fingers in Katie's soaked snatch. "Spread those legs for me," she ordered. "What do you say to me?" Alicia asked as she replaced her fingers with her hard dick.

"Thank you for the present, Mistress! Please let me show you how grateful I am with my tight cunt!"

"I will let you do that," she replied, slamming herself into the needy hole.

"Oh fucking Morgana! Please fuck me! Fuck me!"

"I missed this pussy," Alicia said as she thrust in and out of the pussy in question.

"And I've missed this mouth," Angelina said, one muscular leg up on the bench, so her cock was at mouth height for Katie. Craning her neck, Katie quickly started bobbing up and down on the proffered dick as she was being rammed by another.

Having done his cleaning, Harry saw an opportunity in the stationary Angelina. He crawled around to behind the chaser and quickly spread her muscular cheeks, aiming straight for her puckered hole. "What a naughty slut!" Angelina exclaimed reaching her arm around and gripping Harry's hair, as the boy giggled into her ass.

Alicia powerfully fucked Katie through her second orgasm, before Katie's tight pussy became her undoing. She buried herself to the hilt one last time before spewing her load in Katie's tight walls. She added to the wet warmth, painting the younger girl's insides. "That was certainly an appropriate thank you," Alicia pulled out of Katie, leaving a gaped hole behind.

"Now it's my turn," Angelina said, detaching herself from Katie's mouth and Harry's tongue. She took up the same position as Alicia at first, making the girl beg as Alicia had.

"Please, Mistress, let me thank you with my slutty hole!"

Angelina slammed all ten inches inside Katie, the passage having been more than suitably stretched and lubricated already. The walls still hugged her shaft snugly, and the warm stickiness of Alicia's cum only added to the glorious sensations. But it was not quite enough. Like a warrior goddess, Angelina bent down and scooped Katie up into her arms. Without her cock leaving the warm tunnel, Angelina manoeuvred the second year until her hands were firmly at where her ass met her thigh.

"Wow," Katie said simply now staring straight at Angelina. Being so effortlessly picked up and womanhandled had made Katie's pussy throb with a new kind of need. "Please fuck me! Just use me! Do whatever you want to my cunt, to any of my holes! Just fucking take me!"

"You asked for it, slut," Angelina smirked, lifting up the girl's ass before slamming her back down.

"Hooolllyyyy fuuuuuuuck!" Katie screamed as Angelina utterly used her.

Muscles flexing and glistening, Angelina, a full ebony goddess, repeatedly brought down the squealing Katie onto her spear. Her pussy squelched every time Angelina's hard cock ran through it, every time she was reminded of Angelina's status, and of the fact that she would never be that; strap-on or not.

Unsurprisingly, it did not take long for Katie to cum again, in fact Harry and Alicia watched in rapt fascination as Katie came twice whilst in the air. Her pussy squirted dramatically both times, sending her own, and Alicia's cum all over Angelina's powerful legs and the floor. Harry could not wait until he got to clean it all up.

He did not have to wait long. Worried she would drop Katie when she came, Angelina sat the almost comatose girl back down on the bench and resumed fucking her just as aggressively. "I'm gonna cum in this slut pussy!"

"Uh, please do," Katie just about managed to moan out, as another orgasm wreaked her body.

"Oh fuck, fuck!" Angelina roared. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!" she continued thrusting as she came, covering all of Katie's tunnel in white. And of course, when she pulled out, a lot of liquid poured from the abused hole. Without being asked Harry was there, tongue in full clean-up mode, licking up the delightful mixture of cum.

"Well that was an explosive return to the team," Alicia said.

"I don't think I could survive that weekly," Katie groaned as she began to return to a functioning state.

"You might have to," Angelina laughed. "Next week I'm giving the boys that treatment, so only once a fortnight."

"Sign me up for that," Katie raised her hand, whilst Harry continued to slurp at the fountain that was her used pussy. It was so sensitive it was somehow almost numb.

Once Harry had harvested all he could from Katie, he gave her pussy a sweet kiss, before crawling over to Angelina. "May I clean you up, Mistress."

"Of course, baby," Angelina spread her legs a little wider and stroked Harry's hair gently as he ran his tongue up and down her soft dick, and her muscular legs. "Such a good boy."

"Always for you, Captain," he giggled, licking up a spot of squirt that had run down to Angelina's calf.

"Next week your ass is definitely going to look like Katie's pussy," Angelina said.

"Why not tomorrow?" Harry fluttered his eyelids up at the older girl.

"You greedy slut," Angelina chuckled at the boy.

"I'm very excited to use this on the rest of the team," Katie said, inspecting her new toy.

"They may only have two holes but they're going to have to get used to taking three dicks!" Alicia exclaimed.

"Now that is a nice thought."


"How have you already fallen behind with homework, Ronald?" Hermione asked, exasperated at her friend and his continued refusal to take his schoolwork seriously.

"There's a lot!"

"You've had five days to do this potions work! What did you spend all weekend doing? Sucking your sister's cock?"

"I haven't actually…"

"I don't care, Ronald! It's meant to be your homework, not my second version."

"I know, Hermione. I'm sorry," he looked down at his feet, away from Hermione's fierce gaze.

"You're not moping your way out of this one. But I'll make you a deal," Hermione lowered her voice, taking on a friendlier tone. "I will help you with this potions homework…"

"Yes, I'll happily suck your dick!" Ron hastily agreed, reaching for his quill and parchment.

"This is why I will not be striking that deal again," Hermione corrected him. "It may have worked last year, but I know that you'll suck my dick whenever I want. Furthermore, it won't get you to learn properly, and that is the point after all. So here's what we're going to do. From tomorrow onwards you are doing all of your own homework," she ignored his sigh and continued on. "If you genuinely don't understand something I'll help you, but I'm not writing it, and I'm not letting you copy it again. Now, if you do this every week, then you can have a reward."

"What's the reward?" Ron asked, intrigued now.

"Handjobs, footjobs, maybe I'll even let you rub one out over my ass."

"Yes, Hermione, I promise I'll do better at this homework stuff."

"Promise?" Ron nodded enthusiastically in agreement. The rewards sounded far too good to be true. Maybe he would be able to motivate himself now that something other than avoiding a detention was his prime motivator; at least that is what Hermione hoped. "Good. So we'll start on your potions work after you suck my dick."

"I thought you said…?"

"I said starting from tomorrow, the old payment system still exists tonight. So get on it, slut."

"Yes, Mistress," Ron left his seat and dropped to the floor in front of his friend. She spread her legs invitingly and he navigated her skirt and tights combo, until her hardening dick flopped free. Ron had always loved the sight of a Witch's cock being let out to play, since his mum's first dangled so deliciously before him.

"Good boy," Hermione sighed contentedly, sinking back into her chair as Ron's mouth worked over the first half of her dick. She had decided in the summer that the proverbial carrot not the stick might prove best for Ron, mostly because said stick was not really a punishment for Ron, not when he loved sucking on her 'stick' so much. But letting him rub his small penis on her ass was certainly a reward for him, and she reckoned she would find it cute, particularly if he then cleaned up the mess himself.

Hermione had grown into herself through her first year, but over the summer had truly become a Witch. McGonagall's 'lesson' to her on the last day had set her on her path, but then her summer in France had propelled her forward. Hermione smiled fondly as she remembered her times spent in the South of France with some particularly sexual witches as they taught her to be a Witch.

Her mind was brought sharply back to the present when she felt her entire cock get encased in the tight sheath that was Ron's throat. "Oh that's good," she groaned as she ran her hand affectionately through his red curls. He looked up submissively at her, his nose pressed into her pubis. "Hold it just there," she commanded. "Now stick your tongue out and lick my balls."

Ron did so, stretching out his tongue, until it flicked against one of her sacs. "You've got bigger, Mistress," he noted.

"Is that so, Ronald," she smirked down at him. "Like it more now?" she asked though she knew the question, as was confirmed by him taking her back down his throat. "Thought so."

Continuing to worship Hermione's cock, Ron dragged his lips up and down her length, making sure to allow his saliva to thickly coat her hardness. He liked to change his rhythm, and the depth with which he swallowed her dick, but the sloppiness stayed constant throughout. As did his tongue's high-energy, he loved to run it alongside the underside of Hermione's sensitive cock when it was fully buried in his throat, she would also give a little shiver of pleasure, much to Ron's delight.

"Now suck my balls as I jerk this load all over your face," Hermione ordered. She took control of her slick length as he dropped his mouth lower, taking her full orbs into his mouth, giving them as much love as he had her shaft.

She had been tempted by his ass, but it was late and Hermione wanted to get his potions work out of the way. There would be another time. Though by the way that Angelina Johnson was aggressively using a fourth-year wizard in the opposite corner, you would have thought there was no more time.

Scenes such as Ron and Hermione's current entanglement were regular fare in the common room and thus most people barely noticed. A couple of people watched, enjoying seeing a wizard being well used. And Hermione's increased assertiveness did not go unnoticed by her fellow Witches. Angelina even gave her a nod of approval from across the room, when she was not too busy destroying an ass.

"Oh, it's coming, slut!" Hermione warned Ron who had been contentedly slobbering on her balls. At her words he moved his face in the way of her pulsing cock and allowed his face to be decorated by thick, white streaks of cum. "No cleaning," Hermione instructed as Ron went to clean himself up. "Leave it on as we do the homework," Ron obeyed. "You can clean my cock though," she said.

Ron wasted no time in pulling back the foreskin and using his tongue to remove any stranded cum from her urethra. "Didn't you have enough food at dinner?" Hermione laughed.

"There's always more room for dessert," Ron countered.

"That's what all sluts say," Hermione replied. "Now. Homework time!" Hermione indicated to the blank parchment on the table. "Let's get to it before its dawn."

Reluctantly, Ron re-seated himself at the table and went for his quill. "So Ron, what are the advantages to crushing as opposed to cutting your ingredients?" Hermione asked to start.

They went through the homework fairly efficiently, and in the spirit of their new agreement Ron did not simply copy Hermione's work, but actually utilised the brain he did in fact have. Hermione smiled at him as he managed to concentrate on his work for long enough to finish it. She was proud of him and of herself too, maybe she should become a teacher in the future. After all, there would be a constant supply of slutty little wizards to use. And that sounded like a pretty big perk to Hermione.


Ginny had settled into her new life at Hogwarts well, it had been all she had wanted. At least at first.

She had made friends with her dormmates, at least well enough to hold a conversation with them. And she spent some time with her childhood friend Luna Lovegood. But it was the friend she did not expect to make that had the biggest impact on her new life.

Tom Riddle had been a charming and calming presence in her life since the end of summer. Ginny did not know how the diary worked, or even if Tom Riddle had really existed in reality as he claimed. Nor did she know where it came from. But she had been writing in it every night for weeks now, as if he were her closest friend.

Nothing was out of the ordinary in Ginny's eyes, at least for a while. But then the dreams started.

She was hardly a stranger to sex dreams, living in such a sexual society did that. Her desires were welcomed and actively encouraged when she was awake, and they were there too when she was asleep. It seemed as if her libido never went to sleep.

But her dreams began to shift, just as she and Tom had had a small disagreement. Tom had questioned the generally accepted history surrounding Morgana Le Fay. Of course, Ginny had grown up with said history as unquestionable, she had reiterated what she believed to Tom, who had eventually said that 'raising questions was always important… it's how we discover the truth. You want to know the truth don't you, Ginny?'

Ginny could not argue with that. But that night she dreamed of things she had never dreamt of before.

It had started out 'normal', she was fucking her brother Ron in their parents' bed. Ron was on his hands and knees, as he often was, and she was slamming into him from behind. "Oh, Morgana!" she had soon cum, filling his ass with her sticky seed.

"I haven't cum yet," the dream Ron said. "Can I cum in your ass, just this once… please."

Ginny would never have said yes, in fact Ron would never have asked. But the illogic of the dream meant that Ginny soon found herself on her back, legs spread and her brother entering her ass. His cock was much bigger than it was in reality – was this a fantasy? Some twisted perversion of nature in which she let her brother fuck her ass.

She felt trapped, a prisoner in her own body. A prisoner in a projection of her own body in her own mind. But it felt incredible.

She had not yet been fucked by her mother; she was an anal virgin. But could it feel this good? Ron's cock felt electric inside her ass, and she was soon cumming again as he fucked her, how she should have been fucking him.

Ron with impressive stamina continued to use her body, as her parents entered, both completely naked. "Don't mind us," Arthur said to them as he shoved his wife onto the bed and quickly slammed his oversized cock into Molly.

"It feels good doesn't it dear! Why did we ever forego this pleasure?" Molly said to her daughter as they were being fucked together.

The humiliation of seeing what she was, was only furthered by the fact that it had happened before, at least six times in fact; when her father had failed the ritual to birth children, and her mother had let him impregnate her instead. She loved her parents but this was something that she had never understood, and in fact had not yet asked her mother about. The consequences had been great for the family, who were now in the financial position they were in because of her mother's actions. Many saw it as a betrayal of all Witches, as Professor Black had made it known repeatedly.

She would never let Ron fuck her, but her mother did in fact let her father seed her. So, the truth to the sight only made it more humiliating. Did she want to be like her mother and let a wizard repeatedly breed her?

Then as quickly as her parents had appeared, as quickly as her mother's curvy body had been getting fucked right next to her, she was somewhere else. Immediately it was identifiable as the Great Hall during dinner. She was on her knees in front of the teacher's table, completely naked. And before her stood the Transfiguration Professor, the famed Albus Dumbledore, one of only a handful of wizard Professors in the school's history.

He peered down at her over his half-moon glasses, as his giant cock hung menacingly in her face. Ginny could not control her dream self, but could only watch helplessly through her own eyes as she opened her mouth and received the thick phallus.

The Witches in the hall jeered loudly at her, but the wizards cheered as she sunk deeper and deeper onto Dumbledore's cock, her throat stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. As she reached the base of his dick, hands started grabbing at her. The wizards at the school were surrounding her, all of them jerking off their Witch-size cocks in her face as they groped her naked body.

She had never felt so horny as she serviced all of the wizards at the school, using her hands and mouth to suck and jerk tens of cocks. Her twin brothers even crammed both of their dicks into her aching jaw. But she came, and continued to cum, purely from servicing wizards.

And she had no way of stopping it. Every time she tried to cry out another cock replaced the one that had just cum in her mouth. She could only passively experience the humiliating gangbang that her subconscious was subjecting her to.

And then it all stopped. Only for her to find herself in a poorly lit, damp hall. Clearly underground, it was covered in green marble. Once again she was kneeling naked on the floor, this time in front of a very impressive bust of a bearded man.

From the shadows strolled a fellow Hogwarts student. His handsome face had a smile splashed across it. "Have you seen the truth yet?"

She could still not speak.

"The truth of what you want. Of what you need."

And as had happened in the Great Hall before, her mouth opened automatically and he slipped his cock inside. She felt as if he was staring into her soul as he looked down at her bobbing up and down on his dick.

"This is the real you… the real soul of every Witch… Morgana's real legacy…"

And then she woke up panting.

She was a sweaty mess, that much was immediately obvious. "What the fuck!" she hissed out, disgusted to her stomach at what she had just experienced.

And then she realised the worst part. The sheets were not just sticky from sweat. She had cum. She had cum to the thought of being so horrifically used, used like a wizard. It was a perversion against nature, and yet Ginny could not deny that some part of her, buried deep down, had those desires. It had felt so good in the dream, maybe it would in real life.

"No," she said to herself. She could not afford to think like that. She had to ignore it. It would go away in the end she tried to convince herself. "Tom will know what to do, he'll help me," she said, reaching for her precious diary.

She was truly ensnared – and the spiral had only just begun.


Angelina was pissed. The thought of Harry being so neglected during the summer bothered her far more than she would have predicted. She could not help but admit that she had fallen for his lacklustre charm. He was so scared of being loved that she could not help but appreciate him. Love was far too big a word for her to use, but she had certainly developed an affinity towards Harry. And to hear about his terrible summer bothered her.

Thankfully for her it did not take a lot to be granted a meeting with Headmistress McGonagall. She asked Professor Prewett for an appointment and was eventually granted one, but even with the time gone between Harry telling her of his summer and when she had the appointment, she managed to maintain a certain righteous anger about the whole ordeal. At least that was the attitude she took into the meeting with Headmistress McGonagall in her office.

"Come in," Headmistress McGonagall summoned Angelina into her office.

The black girl strode confidently into the room, fuelled entirely by her anger. She would usually walk into the room deferentially, if it was not for her irritation surrounding Harry's home away from Hogwarts. Thus, she strode into the room head held high; her posture obscured her trepidation.

"Take a seat," McGonagall gestured to the seat opposite own, on the other side of the desk. She was hardly perturbed by Angelina's confidence. She held absolute power and she knew it. "What can I do for you today, Miss Johnson?"

Angelina took a breath before responding. Now she was here it all suddenly became real, but her feelings for Harry won through. "I have an issue with how Harry Potter is treated during the summer."

McGonagall raised an eyebrow at that. She too had issues with the Dursley family and their way of 'parenting' Harry, but the advantages had always outweighed the disadvantages; at least to her. She was not surprised by Angelina's statement, but it still took her a second to respond. "He is with his only family," she responded.

"They hardly behave like family," Angelina retorted.

"Harry is safest there during the summer, I can promise you that."

"That seems unlikely," Angelina scoffed. She was now walking a tight line. "He is neglected there! How is neglect equal to safety?"

"There are things in place entirely beyond your understanding, Miss Johnson," Minerva replied calmly, but there was a definite limit to her patience.

"Such as what?" Angelina leaned forward in her seat, forgetting exactly where she was. "What could justify such abuse?"

"You forget yourself, Miss Johnson," McGonagall replied, refusing to give more information.

"I know exactly why I am here! I'm here for Harry! Tell me why do you seek to abuse him every summer?" Angelina stood from the chair and pointed agitatedly at her Headmistress.

"These matters are far more complex than you know," McGonagall simply replied.

This non-answer only upset Angelina more; "How exactly is abuse complex! Do you even care?"

McGonagall had had enough of the tone from the teenager. With barely a flourish of her wand, the magnificent chaser was bound. Her clothes had been ripped from her body with one movement, and with the second ropes bound her ebony body. "You've overstepped the mark, Miss Johnson," McGonagall said as she stood and assessed the student.

Angelina was standing naked, a ball gag in her mouth, ropes tying her arms behind her back, but most significantly there was one wrapped around her soft shaft.

"You do not speak to your Headmistress like that," McGonagall glowered. "It is not as simple as you make out and you must accept my decision. And you also must accept my punishment."

Angelina simply kept her head bowed. She knew that she had made an error, she had overstepped her bounds, but she still felt for Harry – a boy she felt more than she ought for.

"Your ill word comes with a punishment," McGonagall by this point had walked around her desk to behind Angelina. "You might enjoy this punishment, but not too much…"

Casting a quick dual cleaning and lubricating charm, McGonagall lined her own hard cock up with Angelina's puckered hole. "So tight!" she exclaimed as she forced her head in. "Take it slut!" she yelled as she slammed her entire length forward.

Angelina could only exclaim into her gag as she was fucked. There was nothing she could do except relax and take it. And that is what she did. She was rarely fucked, but it felt great when it was by her Headmistress. She knew that she had overstepped her mark and she knew that she deserved what she was receiving by the rules of the society that she lived in. And she was content to accept the consequences, it was a society that she merrily upheld after all.

McGonagall continued to thrust into the silenced girl, abusing her rarely used asshole with force. She slammed her foot of dick in and out of Angelina's asshole, knowing that the girl could not cum from the pleasure.

As much as she was enjoying being fucked, as rare as it was, she also knew that she could not cum. McGonagall had cast some sort of inhibitor on her cock. It could get hard, but she could not cum, she could get close, but never there, much like an ever-moving mountain top.

"Fucking take this cock, slut!" McGonagall repeatedly slapped Angelina's ass as she fucked the student into her desk. "Don't you dare question me like that again, whore! Nod if you won't again!" Angelina nodded vigorously as her front was pushed down onto the desk. "You'll regret it in a minute!" McGonagall roared as she allowed herself to be overcome with orgasm inside of such a tight ass. Normally she would hold on, but when the recipient was being forced to edge their orgasm there was little point. "Good girl," she said as she pulled her spent cock from Angelina's ass. "If you think the punishment is over then you're wrong," she said in response to the girl's stretching out.

Pushing the girl down, McGonagall summoned over her trusted cane and delivered a harsh slap to Angelina's ass. "Fuck!" is what the young chaser wanted to scream but the gag stopped her. Instead she made a general groan, and continued to do so as McGonagall brought down blow after blow on Angelina's dark cheeks.

"Apologise, slut!" she demanded, removing the gag from Angelina's mouth.

"I'm so sorry, Mistress! I spoke too much! Please forgive me!"

"I'll forgive you after you've taken another ten of these," McGonagall said as she caned her student again, shading Angelina's ass to a brighter shade of brown. "Take it slut!"

"Oh please, Mistress!" Angelina cried out as the cylindrical piece of wood connected with her buttocks. "Fuck!" Thoughts of Harry had soon been replaced by the sensations of her own blissful suffering; first being fucked in the ass, and then caned. In different ways, both felt divinely agonising.

"Only three more," McGonagall declared as she brought the cane down once again. She was so satisfied by both the new colour of Angelina's ass cheeks, the bright stripes of agony, and the crying for forgiveness. "Beg again, slut!"

"Please forgive me, Mistress! Please!" Angelina pleaded as the last stroke of the cane struck her ass.

"I will forgive you if you tell me what you did wrong-"

"I said my opinion where it wasn't wanted, Mistress," Angelina interrupted.

"I will forgive you whilst you're fucking me," McGonagall almost finished.

"Of course, Mistress," Angelina said hurriedly.

"As you're fucking my foot," she finally finished completely.

"How do you mean?"

Summoning a stall from elsewhere in the room McGonagall sat upon it, scrunching up her stomach and showing off her strong thighs. She elongated one leg out, her toes pointing forth. "Fuck my foot like a whore."

"Of course, Mistress," Angelina dropped to her knees understanding her final punishment. She crawled backwards lining up her ass with McGonagall's eager digits.

Angelina groaned as she pushed her asshole back on her Headmistress' big toe. The largest lower digit spread her sticky asshole open and allowed her second toe in. With McGonagall not moving Angelina realised that she was meant to throw her ass back, and so did. Before long she had three toes inside of her asshole, as she fucked herself on McGonagall's foot.

"Cum by fucking my toes, slut. Then your punishment will be over," McGonagall ordered, enjoying watching the girl squirm before her. She removed the charm on Angelina's shaft, allowing her to finally cum, but offering no more. She kept her foot static and enjoyed watching the chaser's desperation.

Having been brought to the edge several times Angelina was now almost feral with need. Ignoring the humiliation therein she threw her ass back on McGonagall's foot, lavishing the sensation of her digits pressing into her asshole up to the point of causing great pleasure. "Oh fuck Mistress I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum, slut."

"Fuuuuck!" Angelina cried out, halting with three of McGonagall's toes wedged in her ass, as her big cock sprayed her seed all over the floor.

"Now clean me, girl," McGonagall ordered once Angelina's orgasm had mostly passed. The black girl began on the toes, cleaning them of her own ass juices, before heading up to her Headmistress' dick, sucking upon that until she was sure that there was no leftover cum. "Why were you punished?" McGonagall asked as Angelina was getting dressed.

"I questioned your authority, Mistress," Angelina replied.

"Not only that," she said, coming up behind the Gryffindor and kissing her on the neck. "You can question my authority if necessary but not so stroppily, and not by accusing me of allowing abuse. Trust me I have summed up the Harry case several times, but for the moment where he stays in the summer is the best for him. Maybe one day you'll understand that."

"Yes, Mistress."

"But do not lose your passion for him or for anything, keep it always despite the trouble you may get into," McGonagall advised.

"You're just saying that so you can toe-fuck me again."

"As much as I enjoyed that, I really do want you to remain as passionate as you are. It's why you make such a good captain."

"Thank you, Headmistress."

"You're welcome, Miss Johnson. Now can we consider this topic closed for now?"

"For now," Angelina agreed. "But if I see evidence of abuse then I am stepping in," she insisted.

"I would expect nothing less," McGonagall looked proudly upon her student. "Harry is a very lucky boy, a very lucky boy indeed."


A/N: Sorry for the late publish, I had work early today and went to bed too late last night! Not a productive combo! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.

Ginny is a little confused, and Angelina is back in her place, but at least Ron did some homework!

I hope you all have a lovely weekend ;)