Chapter 2
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"How does your ass feel?" Draco asked her for the umpteenth time curious after mercilessly pole vaulting her virgin arse the day before.
He'd found her before classes, inspected and explored her arsehole once again in one of the castle's hidden alcoves, before packing it full of murtlap and having her suck his cock. Hermione was profoundly affected by his pheromones and got high sucking his cock and went to her first class with a smile, a sloppy mouth, and desperate arousal that only got worse as the week went on.
When he'd first asked his new favorite question before sending her off to class with a sharp, dismissive slap to her arse, she could tell it turned him on to hear her describe how weird and uncomfortable her arse felt.
She had told him, "It feels really weird, actually. And sore. It aches, but that isn't the worst part. It feels open. It's so weird-feeling. I can feel the breeze. It's scary. It won't close. I'm so embarrassed, Master." She had stopped when she had seen the intense way he was gazing at her and his fingers had begun to bruise her arms and his breathing got heavy. He asked her out to dinner as they walked to class.
Draco invited her to dinner and they had a romantic evening that felt almost like a real date.
"Why did you want to take me on a date?"
"You take my cock really well, why wouldn't I want to take you on a date? You've been a brilliant, good girl for me. Let's hold hands."
"But I thought I'm just a mudblood to you Master?"
"You are my slutty mudblood but you can be both my spoiled girlfriend and my mudslut."
Hermione glowed from the praise even if she was still wary of this side of him and felt butterflies in her stomach as Draco looked down at her intensely. "It's never been like this with anyone else, Master," Hermione told him shyly and humbly, "You know just what I need."
Draco was moved by the brave, smart girl's meek, earnest words. Hermione Granger, queen of the mudbloods, was a fuckpig, but she was his sweet fuckpig who he felt very protective of and responsible for. She was still the same brave, brilliant, kind-hearted, even innocent in some ways girl as she was reputed to be and that profoundly made her submission to him and her dedication to being a servant to his cock sweeter. He loved the contrast of having a pussy-virgin arsetoy. She was making him very happy in his life and he felt a powerful side of himself develop and flourish, if in a dark way, while at the same time his need to be loved and cared for was met in her passionate abject willingness to take what he gave her. He somewhat guiltily scorned the love of his previous mudblood arsetoys. He enjoyed degrading sex with mudblood women and loved muggle porn, informing his firm views on the natural whorishness of muggles and mudbloods. Previously he'd just liked to dominate pretty mudbloods in their arseholes, stripping away their public personality and dignity to their slutty cores and coaxing and bullying them into the acts he knew they were within their aptitude. He frequently passed them off to friends often in group settings. He was quite notorious. One broken-in Hufflepuff that had been very enamored of him allowed her arse to be converted into a kind of message in a bottle by him for all the most powerful 7th year Slytherins. The exacting Slytherins taught her to shit out crude messages and jokes that were put in creative, sometimes expensive or intricate, enchanted or cursed, objects and then shoved up her arse as well as howlers, sparklers, illusions, etc. because of Draco's most amusing charm The young men eventually started using her arse for storage, ironically adapting the spells they had heard Hermione used while on the run with some sex magick and the fabled enchantments used in the Room of Requirement. Nothing could compare in stress relief with packing lots useful objects and treasures up into the tenderest storage of their passive Puff's arse for the in-the-know seniors. Draco congratulated her for uncovering her hidden talent when she first got started relaying messages, bent over regularly delivering messages to Syltherin males and he fucked her as he had promised to do as her reward. He had eventually convinced her she had uncovered a latent magical skill and he used a mostly harmless hex that filled her with a desire to get her arse stuffed before sending her off with his last message – reading, Fuck this bitch. I'm through with her. - D – in a bottle up her arse to another 7th year Slytherin. She shat many bottles for the Slytherins before the war. She was still around trundling Slytherin wares, but Draco had long moved on. Draco sometimes coaxed the girls he kept on a string to stack themselves for him. He loved a good arse tower of folded-over desperate mudslut arse for maximum efficiency in going form arse to arse and mouth to mouth in whatever pattern he pleased with his enormous humbling rod.
Draco had never felt so many strong emotions for one of his arsetoys. The purity of his mudblood's servile love had crept through his callous defenses. It was a most precious gift and he could not help himself from responding to it in kind.
He led her to the astronomy tower to look at stars. She repeatedly tried to reach for his dick, but Draco denied her and held her against him firmly, giving her compliments and acting romantically. "You're so beautiful, Granger." He stroked her hand. He told her about places he wanted to go with her and things he wanted to give to her. He even started off speaking non-sexually. He told her she smelled wonderful and he enjoyed holding her. He told her she made him feel alive and he felt better with her than he ever had in his life. "Hermione, will you go out with me. You know, in secret for now. I want you to be my girl and my pig."
He easily held her hand as she uselessly groped for his cock again.
Draco chuckled. "Now, now, pig. None of that. I'm trying to speak to you like a human being if that's still possible, Hermione. I know that's the part you love the most but I'm trying to ask you to be my girlfriend, not just the girlfriend of my dick. Don't worry I'll plow you good soon no matter what you answer. Now darling, please use your words to answer me."
"Yes, Master. I don't know that a pig should be a girlfriend, Master" said the hopelessly snake-charmed mudblood, "but if you want this pig for a girlfriend, she is all yours."
Draco squeezed her and kissed her hair passionately at her response but didn't let it get further than that. Draco led Hermione back to his rooms. They made out for a long time. Then had more rough anal sex and ass to mouth fun. Draco stopped kissing her on the mouth after the first time she cleaned his soiled dick. He did allow his spit to drool into her mouth and over her face in an approximation of the kisses lovers usually shared.
"Beautiful," he cooed, watching his sprayed cum pooling on her face.
Draco got Hermione's lips on his cock between classes as often as he could even if it was just for a moment. "Thanks, baby. The touch of your lips on my dick is an instant refresher. Now since I'm a bastard, I'm going to whip you three times and we can be on our way. Scream as loud as you want."
CRACK! "Aaae!"
"Good girl."
CRACK! "Aaae!" CRACK! "Eee!"
"Very good, Granger."
Draco couldn't believe it. Once more Hermione was taking his monster of a cock better than anyone besides experienced professionals had ever taken it before and it hadn't taken much persuading to get her to service him with her ass right there in the middle of the hallway! What a precedent! "Take it, mudslit! Relax that ass for your master! Hnnngh!" It was surreal and it thrilled Draco to no end that she seemed indifferent to being exposed taking his degrading treatment. He began plugging away like a workhorse, speeding up the delivery of his thick snake, until he was reaming her mercilessly. When he was ready, he drug his cock out of her beaten orifice with a wet pop and a splrrrt and came on the floor before he went around to rest his slimy humbling stick on on her head ,patiently waiting for her to clean it. Then he had her eat his splooge from the floor, before helping her up and giving into the urge to give her a strong hug. "Good girl. You're so nasty for me, aren't you Hermione?"
"Yes, Master."
"That's right. Good bitch. But how would you feel if we were discovered?"
"Embarrassed, Master."
"Would you still let me finish and clean up the mess on my dick?"
Hermione blushed and looked down.
"I'd probably do anything you wanted, Master."
Draco's dick immediately hardened at her words and bashful demeanor. She was too cute saying that with her face a comical mess of spit and dick splooge. He wished he had time to dump a load on there. He had so much power over the swotty princess. His vision, as it frequently did, swam with all the nasty things he wanted to do to her and his dick throbbed painfully seeking out the pleasurable succor of the slave bond.
"You cleaned my dick well," he said, voice gruff with emotion.
He walked her to her next class and even helped her clean up before anyone noticed her slovenly state. He couldn't wait till after class when he could seat himself up her ass once again. He could feel the bond between them tingling. It almost felt like his dick was mounted in her ass a little already.
Draco surveyed the fuckpig he had fucked into unconsciousness. Her propped up ass and akimbo legs providing the perfect view of her distended, red, and creamy arsehole, filling Draco with pride and tenderness. Just look at that thing! Once again he had gone to battle with the limitations of that tight most embarrassing hole and won. For weeks now, she had been the perfect mudblood pig for him! She'd let him do anything he wanted to her with only weak resistance to his most extreme requests. If anything, the more humiliating the request the more aroused the head girl seemed to be by it and the more firmly he seemed to have her under his control. He loved the obedient, servile side to the object of his attraction and former academic rival. Her submission to his nastiest urges filled him with the sweetest feelings of total power. The head boy had her wear heavy enchanted anal beads during several of their shared potions classes that week and teased and tormented her ruthlessly experimenting with the beads' charms. The expression on Hermione's face in class trying to contend with the substantial and unpredictable anal beads was enough to put him in the best of moods. He exercised their ability to pulse, to buzz, to wiggle, to lightly zap, and to spit out a gingery substance, the last was triggered by the sound of her voice, making her answers when called upon or her conversations with her friends of supreme amusement to Draco Malfoy. Draco loved making her suck him off while she was desperate from the over-stimulation of her bead-stuffed ass. Then once he pumped and dumped down her throat, he had her beg from the floor with her ass up facing him, encouraging her to wiggle it, to try to shit out the first few beads, and to gyrate while begging him to take the beads out of her arse. Both times he'd taken her to the boys' lavatory, savoring ripping the beads from her ass in one of the stalls and almost exposing her because of the natural comings and goings and Draco's disregard for using a silencing charm when he felt like king of the world.
Theo Nott even called out, guessing from the noise, "Got another mudblood arsehole you're excavating, Malfoy, eh?" the second time he ripped the beads out of her arse in the school lavatory..
Malfoy ignored him. He took his time complimenting and stroking the very limp, post anal orgasm mudblood, her ass presented and resting against him as he sat on the commode. Then he fucked her over the toilet, unable to resist dunking her head playfully, before letting her go to dinner. The next time he dunked her too and made sure she didn't get to clean up before dinner, enjoying seeing his dazed, swirly girl in the dining hall amidst her friends. After dinner, he discreetly herded her to his room for more pounding.
The fourth time he made her wait until after dinner and go outside where he made her shit out every anal bead in a semi-discreet location on the back lawn. Afterwards he rewarded her with a collar and leash and he walked his pet on a reluctant victory lap with the anal beads carried in her mouth like a dog's stick.
"Ass up, mudblood. Hold your gape open for the moon," he directed. He wanted to initiate her into some of the sexy fuckpig rituals that had been passed down in the Malfoy family from generation to generation.
Draco had her stop and fit his cock straight down her moon-saluting hole for a couple full dick pumps and made her oink before continuing their walk. He frequently stopped to hear her oinks and give her more pumps and admire her obscene salute to the moon. He spoke an incantation all along the way. The little known ritual was a variation of an ancient spell used for animal husbandry that generations of Malfoys had perverted for the improvement of mudblood slaves. She'd make him a proper pig, he assessed, pleased with her comportment, crawling around naked in the wet grass on his leash, beads obediently and humbly grasped between her jaws. The ritual recognized her as his valued animal before the moon, further shaping their bond and creating a greater desire or tolerance for being controlled as livestock. She was more than smart enough to know the magic they were flirting around with would have permanent consequences that fit the ritual but she let him lead her around like a perverted dog without any resistance. Draco plugged her asshole with a corkscrew pig tail and fit on a pair of nosehooks that he especially liked on her.
He'd made her wear all manner of arcane and degrading trinkets that were made for slaves and it turned Draco on to see the pretty and formerly assertive prim and proper schoolgirl decked out as the freakiest slave whore.
Now he was making it official. She was a kind of chattel to him. It felt so deliciously, naughtily right. She didn't even put up a bit of fuss. He mounted her again under the moon. He made her oink. He fucked her arse. He led her over the grass. He felt he bond between them throbbing with power and intoxicating sensation, growing stronger, squeezing his dick almost like it was her arse. He felt filled with power. He only let up on his little beast when she finally passed out. He tenderly picked her up and carried her back to his room.
"Ahh," Draco groaned, fully nutted up Hermione's quivering ass. He lowered her feet to the ground and withdrew his rod from her warm depths and replacing his dick with one of the buttplugs he'd taken to carrying around with him to plug her ass since she had so meekly voiced her concern over leakage from her wrecked ass on the third day of their dalliances. "I needed that. It's going to be nice thinking about my sperm up your arse while you're pretending to cheer on your house." He smacked her arse harshly in dismissal and Hermione quickly got to her knees facing him, looking up at his cruel eyes like he liked her to do, hers wide and fearful ones before passionately slurping up his thick hose. Draco's eyes rolled backwards and he gasped as his cock hardened with unexpected rapidness. "Fuck, mudblood!" he laughed breathlessly, "you know how to get your medicine, don't you?"
Draco's dick once again found her ass before cumming again, having her hold the buttplug in her mouth as he topped off her ass and then having her clean him once again until she was feverishly peppering his cock with kisses. "That's enough," he said with a laugh at her servile antics and grabbed her hair to dry off his cock before putting himself away. He pulled up the girl, his now blushing quasi-slave, so she was wrapt in a tight embrace with her back against his front and hummed into her and squeezed her soothingly.
"Mmmmmm. I can't believe what a slut you are. You really pleased me with this," he said pushing the buttplug into and out of her ass. "And with this," he said, putting the fingers from his other hand into her mouth possessively. Draco manipulated her gently in this degrading manner while soothingly whispering in her ear that she was his filthy mudblood slut, servant, cockwarmer, mudpig. When he flicked her clit, she convulsed violently his arms and he held onto her tightly. He stroked her as she slowly came down. "Good girl, Hermione. Good girl," he murmured into her neck and kissed the top of her head. Hermione was grateful for this softer side of Draco and stayed halfway in her bubble as he helped her get dressed and cleaned up and then took her hand to escort her to her next class. "Meet me outside the locker room after the game, baby." He massaged her ass discreetly as they parted for their separate classes.
Hermione blushed. It seemed improper and embarrassing to wait outside the boys' locker room for Draco, but nevertheless she found she did just that.
Worse when she got there she found she couldn't make eye contact with any of the departing Slytherins.
Draco was exceptionally pleased with the shy obedience of his slut when he exited the locker room. He dismissed the cajoling of his teammates to join the party in the dungeons with some excuse and went right up to his fucktoy and invited her to accompany him back to the field. When they were far enough away to be out of sight, he grabbed a tit and led her along at a brisk pace with his tight grip out of the castle and into the stadium.
"Bend over," he ordered, gesturing to the lower seating. Her ass glowed in the moonlight and the few lights that were still on. At least her head and face were obscured to anyone who might have been watching since her upper body was under the seating with her face pressed against the ground. He had her shit out her buttplug.
Everyone is unique and likes to celebrate in their own way and Draco had chosen to celebrate his victory in the way he'd find most satisfying. He got the game winning snitch in his hand and transfigured the buttplug into a small snake with a powerfully hissing tongue and levitated them both up her ass without warning while he pushed her face into the sticky ground with his other hand and watched the show. She squealed, bucked, tried to expel the intruders, her ass quivering, making desperate whimpers. "Draco, please, it's too much! Get it out! Is that a snake? I'll do anything! Please have mercy! What's in my ass!? Oh!"
Draco sat comfortably on the lowest bench and watched the action, ignoring her, simply mesmerized by the powerful gyrations, mysterious butt winks, and quivering cheeks. He fished out his ramrod and stroked it slowly. He spanked her with his other hand to encourage her to a more sprightly rhythm. "Dance, bitch, dance. You can do better than that." When she finally came from just her butt, as the snake zapped her ass with a particularly long vibrato hiss from it's long, quivering tongue, he started calling her his ass slut, anal mudwhore and spanking her harder. When she'd come three times, still begging for mercy as her sweating, red beaten ass heaved in the moonlight, his fingers found her clit and orgasms were wrung from her exhausted body at an even greater pace and her ass was so sensitized that she twitched and contorted freely, showing off her impressive gape to her proud boyfriend while moaning loudly and babbling nonsense as the magical objects ran rampant inside her. By this time Draco had worked three fingers up her arse and was fucking her stuffed arse with them as she moaned squeezed and begged. After ten more orgasms, Draco had pity on her. He pushed her lower body over the seat and pulled her up by the arm, helping her to kneel under the second row of seats where he promptly moved, after pulling down his pants, to sit like her face was his throne.
He used his right arm to reach back to grab the back of her skull and smash her face into his arse. "Use your tongue. Pretend your tongue's like the snake's tongue you've got up your ass." He mopped his ass humiliatingly all over her face, feeling triumphant over the house of Gryffindor like never before as he sat on their princess and demanded degrading worship. "Do you like how my ass tastes, whore?" Draco was unsurprised when he felt the tongue of his obedient mudblood fuckslut getting to work.
"Yes."
"Mmm. Yes," he echoed, approvingly. "Thank me for helping you find your true purpose in life."
"Thfank oo fwa hathving mmme fawnd vyy nnm urpppse, mafftuh." Hermione attempted as best she could with her tongue all the way up her Master's arse and her clumsy mumblings muffled into his muscular cheeks, without losing focus on pleasuring him.
"Oh Merlin, you're such a whore! Play it like a harmonica. Tongue all in, Granger, and hum. Hum as hard as you can, bitch! Oh yes, bitch, now suck my hole. Oh, yes. Now suck my juicy asshole, filthy mudblood! Hum and suck, fuck! ….Are you my personal mudblood ass maid?"
She moaned her assent up his ass.
"Are you going to give me a special cleaning after each of my games from now on?"
Hermione moaned and groaned dazedly, slurping her tongue deep in her Master's pungent hole, bouncing her face into his cheeks to jab her tongue forward. His words humiliated her as she pictured herself dutifully licking her big-dicked lover's ass submissively whenever he was sweaty and hopped up on aggression but she couldn't help how turned on they made her nor the helpless moaning agreement she hummed into his ass.
Finally, he said, "Enough, whore. Now open your mouth and catch and suck my balls."
She obediently allowed her tongue to be drug from his asshole and opened her mouth. Immediately his big balls landed on her face and smacked the whole area around her mouth as his jerking motion caused the two large hairy sacs to bounce rapidly chafing her face. She desperately tried to keep her mouth open and suck his balls in and felt inadequate that she could only get one of the bouncing balls to fit in her mouth at a time. Then, before she knew what was happening, she was upside down again with her ass over the bleachers and her face getting smashed and rolled into the ground by a strong hand and Draco's fat dickhead was lodged up her butt and dumping his fifth load into it of the day.
He was concerned when he noticed the girl had gone limp and he gathered her up in his arms, gently washed her face of the mud matting it, and brought her to one of the sport equipment sheds that had been outfitted by fellow Slytherins as a place to have their trysts. She woke enough to babble nonsense breathlessly and agitatedly and he held onto her tightly under the covers on a mattress, talking to her soothingly and stroking her.
"I'm sorry, Master." The head girl said when she could finally string along a sentence.
"What are you sorry for, slut?"
"I passed out. I let you down."
"No, Hermione. I was too rough with you again. You don't know what you do to me. I got carried away because you pleased me so much with your mouth and your arse. It was a slice of heaven." He sighed. "My father has always told me mudblood whores get off on the most depraved debasements but I still never thought there'd be a girl like you. You're the perfect slut for me. I love the way you worship my dick and ass. I love how you take my thick rod up your ass like a brave, obedient girl and let me construct a tunnel where your arsehole used to be. I loved how you helped me to celebrate my victory over Gryffindor as my very own masochistic Gryffindor arse dancer and cleaning stool. It was very special to me. You know a pureblood witch would never let anyone do anything like that to her. She'd probably rather die, but you mudbloods are natural born slave whores. You have a tendency to want to serve powerful pureblood cock. You can't help yourself from knowing your place when you see my big, pure dick, can you, Hermione? You let me treat you like a piece of shit, don't you, baby?" Hermione shivered in his arm. "But that's no excuse for your Master to get so carried away. I know what you need. I've watched plenty of muggle porn and I know what pathetic slave sluts you all are. Don't get me wrong, I admire and am grateful for your courageousness, startling brilliance, and sheer tenacity in vanquishing the Dark Lord, as well as elsewhere in your life, as well as your kindness and sense of fairness. I will be forever grateful for your testimony at my trial. But I never suspected Hermione Granger wanted to be a mudblood whore for me. I thought you were the exception, that you'd earned my respect if anyone in this world ever had, and with the course of events, and the slavery practiced by the Deatheaters and my father was too dark even for me, even if it has its appeal, especially during the war to ever want to even draw you into it. I do admit to thinking about it though." He brushed her hair out of her face, looking into her eyes with tenderness. "I frequently busted my nut over the years thinking about taking you, brave mudblood extraordinaire, to be my very own mudblood slave and keeping your arsehole submissively gaped and conditioned ready for my cock. Then you came on to me like a dumb whore!" He laughed. "You slavishly degraded yourself for and serviced my pureblood cock with more servility than I have ever encountered in an unprofessional woman and it excited me to treat you as the nastiest a piece of shit mudwhore I've ever come across. This excites me greatly. I've never seen a mudwhore so enthusiastic about her total degradation and rough treatment to the degree that you are. It's all the more satisfying that you're the brave and heroic golden girl, bowing to my staff. You see, Hermione, this Pureblood is not much interested in proper Pureblood young ladies. I prefer a good mudblood slave whore and I judge you to be the most apt slave whore of all. The brightest witch of her age will surely continue to improve in all she puts her energy into, including pleasing her Master. But I still value alls those qualities I've grown to admire in you, and it makes your submission to me all the sweeter, and that is probably why even though you are my enthusiastic, volunteer mudrag, you're also my beloved girlfriend whom I cherish. It makes me feel so incredible using you roughly to fulfill my basest urges. It felt incredible tonight tormenting the arse of my defeated rivals' golden girl, you should have seen how ridiculous you looked. It was amazing. Made me feel incredibly powerful. Imagine if your little gryffindork friends had seen us then. I got carried away. You did very good."
"Thank you, Master."
"You still want too be my girlfriend, Hermione?"
"Yes, Master," Hermione-pig replied shyly, smiling into her Master's shoulder.