Chapter 5
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Draco's precious pig had been a good sport adjusting to life at the Manor. He would not have taken her so far so fast had he not still been concerned about the potential threat of his father to her life and the integrity of her mind and spirit were Lucius to find his relationship with his fuckpig too warm and Hermione insufficiently subjugated. He had been surprised how taken he had gotten seeing his pig trapped all day in dehumanizing bondage and trained to labor by his most crotchety house elf. It was too delicious seeing his beautiful, bright girl so unfairly and dehumanizingly treated by the distempered and excessively bigoted elf. She worked his fields and trudged along in her ridiculous bondage like livestock made to do it. In the dungeons, they role-played her begging him to save her during the war. Sometimes she offered to be his girlfriend and sometimes his meat toilet, depending on his mood. She always gave the most desperate blowjobs and rimjobs down there like she was truly begging for her life. He decided for the time being to keep her clit unrelieved in its chastity ring as it gave him more satisfaction than he anticipated seeing it purply, painfully engorged, and even growing little by little under his modifying restriction, and Hermione had adapted to her slave cums beautifully, easily forced to pitifully beg for the fleeting hint of pleasure thwarted quickly by considerable, poignant agony that she adapted to so well that her agonizing cums took on an unparalleled sensual eroticism as pain became interchangeable with pleasure. She was his good pussy-tamed beast. Sometimes he felt – especially when she was sitting on his lap and smiling like a normal girlfriend at the end of the day, chatting and laughing, and Draco looked down to see the angry, choked bud poking out in his happy girlfriend's lap – that he would never let it loose enough again for her to have a real orgasm. Or when he was so moved by the sight that he sent pleasurable vibrations through her little slave tag and he would make out with her until she would cry out, "Master, oh yes, Master!" and beg for her slave cums and watch her comet painfully, wretchedly, and passionately apart and beg for it again, and again. Those images finally allowed Draco to cast his patronus – a dragon – for which he was very thankful.
Nevertheless when they returned to Hogwarts he let her loose of most of the bondage gear and he spoiled his slave girlfriend. He bought her frilly, feminine, rich-textured garments and beautiful jewelry, rare and heirloom magical items, such as Maleficent Mars's diadem and Selene the Enchantress's jeweled veil, which were traditional courting gifts going back generations in the Malfoy line. He surprised her by locating and putting into her hands every text she mentioned wishing for reference but had not been able to find. He gave her, almost bashfully, a floating tea tray made out of his won snitches sewn together. He took her on romantic dates and escorted her to places with gentlemanly attentiveness. Hermione had not known she would react like she did but she glowed and felt cherished by her strong boyfriend and found herself holding hands with him, making out in the hallways with him, and generally acting all lovey-dovey staring deeply into one another's eyes oblivious to being that couple in the eyes of all the other students.
"Baby, I want to marry you but because of Malfoy ancestral enchantment we can only have children if you undergo one of the Malfoy breeding fuckpig rituals. We need my father's blessing also or the Malfoy magic will dangerously reject you when we wed. Without the breeding ritual and his blessing, the best case would be we can never have children and you can never step foot on Malfoy property and the worst is that the ancestral magic kills you."
The rituals were ghastly. She learned that mudbloods were considered highly viable breeders by the Pureblood elite so it was acceptable to make use of their wombs on occasion if they were properly subjugated by one of the rituals. They were not pretty. In one of them she lost her vision had to sleep every night for the rest of her life out of doors. In another her head transformed into a pig's head. In another after several "litters" she was entombed in a stasis state in the ruined sepulcher in an ancient forest. It was not easy to pick. Each ritual seemed to contain layer upon layer of dehumanizing cruelty. Draco wanted Hermione's input, and the discussion made him unbearably hard.
"What about this one?"
"We're not doing the one where you die and are resurrected, baby. Never. Besides the apparent danger the spell is so dark the consequences are much more like still being mostly dead than you imagine."
In order to encourage a more pleasurable relationship with her Master elf for Hermione, Draco insisted Kreacher use positive reinforcement to bring out the best in his slave and even threatened to curtail Kreacher's ability to dish out punishments if he felt the elf was not conditioning his slave to his satisfaction. In response Kreacher fed her slave treats, which were like dog treats but nastier and addictive. Even though it was incredibly degrading, Hermione was grateful for the treats and felt much more right in the world hearing praise from the elf who was her Master as Draco had taught him to do, when rewarding her.
"Good whore, nasty mudblood. Now see if you can squeeze this pencil with your ruined arse so Master Draco can enjoy stretching more. It slipping! Three treats if you can keep it in your stupid, gapey arse-lips!"
They were officially a couple now at school and Draco began bringing her along to Slytherin parties. At first, Hermione was very shy as she had learned that the charms Draco used to hide her bald head didn't work on his fellow Slytherins and they must've been aware all along of the true nature of her and Draco's relationship to some extent and it made her uneasy to suddenly be surrounded by all these people who might've fought on the opposite side of the war and wish her harm. But Draco was gentle with her, let her stay close to him, and generally treated her like his cherished girlfriend. A bit nostalgic for the night their relationship started, he kept her drink full and danced with her grindingly on the dance floor. Once again he had to pull her off him as she drunkenly begged for his dick, but this time he brought her over to a couch, sat down, and let her blow his dick right there in the darkly-lit open. She wasn't the only girl on the floor tending to a Slytherin. There was a girl or two even getting fucked. Though most of the girls giving service were muggleborns or at least girls from other houses, there were at least one or two pureblood princesses taking a dick, though most of the pureblood lovers took it to a private room. She couldn't feel as embarrassed as she should that the news Hermione Granger, schoolgirl evil vanquisher, sucked Draco Malfoy's Deatheater dick at a party could get around the school the next day. She loved it when after she was done gulping down all Draco's come, he drew her onto his lap and cooed at her for a job well done before taking back up his conversation with his friends, idly stroking her bald head, clearly happy and proud to have such a good, dick-sucking girlfriend.
It was not as difficult as she had thought it would be walking around the school with at least a part of the population having witnessed her sucking Malfoy's cock. Normally in public Draco was never anything but a respectful, affectionate boyfriend who carried her books and brought her gifts and could be found praising her academic pursuits and drawing her into hugs. She felt strangely supported and cherished like she'd never been before by her Master or anyone else. She got plenty of knowing smirks but found it was easy to ignore them. That was something for her Master to worry about if there was anything to worry over. She only had to focus on pleasing her Master. She'd suck his cock and continue coming up with brilliant magical analyses to earn his praise.
Soon she was spending much of her time with Draco's dick in her mouth at the parties or got coaxed into giving him a lap dance. Drunk one night, he vanished her bottoms so he could look at her nicely bound clit and led her home on the leash, crawling, as she was truly meant to do. Nearly no one was sober or awake enough to see them but it was electrifying being out in the open, her shameful bits exposed for anyone.
Clit-leash in hand, Draco couldn't help admitting bemusedly that had never thought he'd fall for a mudblood, but the brave, masochistic little Gryffindor whose cums he restrictively controlled and whose brilliant mind was a diamond among coal was irresistible to him. He didn't want to imagine a life without his precious pig.
Headmaster Flitwick called them into his office and confronted them with troubling rumors he had heard. Much to Hermione's humiliation he insisted on performing a spell to reveal the bond to him.
Her clothes vanished. Draco's cock emerged thickly from his pants. The magic compelled Hermione to bend over and spread as her arse and Draco's huge cock magically came together in one fell swoop. It all happened very quickly.
"Hush," her Master ordered firmly. She was crying with shame before their Headmaster. "Hush, pig."
"See. She is mine." Draco swung his dick all the way out and with his hands behind his back, Hermione grunting each time swung all the way back home.
"Indeed, Mr. Malfoy. She is really your beast. A slave bond..hmmmm...You understand this presents some problems for me. It does not look good for the school to allow a former Deatheater to enslave one of the wizarding world's greatest living heroes. The optics are terrible even if there is nothing to be done as she seems quite thoroughly enslaved in a particularly shameful manner. Oh dear me what a waste all your bright talent...well there must be more – or less – to you than meets the eye or a spontaneous slave bond wouldn't have formed. Hold on, I'd better get the rest of the faculty's opinion on this ..."
Once again under another variation of the revealing charm, clothes vanished, and Hermione's body was forced into an awkward squatting, bent over with her hands on the ground position feeling her arse widen painfully as her professors watched a dark magical tube form from Draco's cock to her arse, getting bigger and bigger. When Draco was asked to walk towards her, his dick which was already pointed to its most bonded hole automatically nailed the target and sliced in as if through tight butter. Draco unthinkingly patted his sweating bitch's arse and said, "Atta girl," when he was fully lodged. For his part, Draco loved showing off his slave bond before the audience of their professors. Draco now looked to be glowing with health from the effects of the demonstration but Hermione looked drained, haggard, and distraught.
Draco gathered up the crying girl in his arms and sat with her, arms protectively around her after Flitwick released the charm allowing the demonstration to end.
The professors talked amongst themselves as Draco rubbed circles on Hermione's back through her bout of shame-tears, murmuring that she was a good girl.
It was Professor McGonagall who asked, "Are you going to allow your beast to finish her schooling?"
"Yes, the slave can pursue whatever she wants. I intend to take good care of her. I want to see her reach her fullest potential. I am honored to claim such a special slave."
"A fuckpig?"
"Yes, a fuckpig."
"A mudblood."
"Yes, of course, a mudblood."
"But you'll allow her to finish school?"
"I want to see her live up to her fullest potential. She will under my care."
"Her fullest potential as a slave?"
"A very special slave."
"What a waste. Well, I suppose we can give you one of the rooms that were used to house humans and beasts with your type of relationship."
Mrs. Weasley sent her a howler and Harry and Ron continued to send her concerned, somewhat frantic correspondences.
Draco was concerned. It seemed coming out to all their professors and the continued discord with all of her friends had demoralized his precious pig and he found – to his own surprise – that it bothered him deeply. Somehow it was all fun, delightful, and necessary when he himself demoralized her with an overwhelming onslaught of domination that brought her so low like scum in her sexual masochism, but it wasn't fun to watch the people she trusted let her down. He knew that when he first started porking her, he would have been grateful for her isolation from her friends, but now he found it made him a little furious. She was a war heroine for Merlin's sake! She'd saved all of their arses many times over and deserved all the acceptance for who she was from her friends even if she was his slave!
She threw herself into her slave training with abandon. She had even earned Kreacher's begrudging spare praise. It should have made him happy.
"Are sure you don't want to put on a skirt? This party's going to be more mixed."
Hermione knelt by the door, blouse on but naked besides the predicament on her crotch thrust obediently out, for the first time ever volunteering to go to the party with an exposed lower half. Her eyes were cast submissively at the floor.
"I want everyone to see what a nasty pig my Master has to play with."
"Very well – no, never mind, put on your skirt, you nasty slut!"
"Are you sure you want to do this now?" She'd sunk to her knees and immediately began nuzzling his dick through his pants as soon as they entered the Slytherin common room.
His dick was already in her mouth by the time he finished the question and he could feel her purring with pleasure and the vibrations coursed through his dick, making his objection less firm. He loved the warm, tight moist case of her throat around his cock. He found a comfortable place to sit and let her go to town. Eventually his hands came down to her hard-working head to help her pump his cock through her throat much more violently than he had ever used her at a party before.
"That's it, mudblood, earn your nut! Drink it all, nasty whore! That's it! Keep down everything I feed you!" he yelled, feeding his choking girlfriend a big, beautiful nut.
Despite his quibbles, Draco felt very proud yanking his enormous snake from the golden girl's ruined face and looking around the room and seeing the looks of horrified fascination and fascinated disapproval on all the people nearby, particularly on the faces of Anthony Goldstein and Neville Longbottom. He automatically and intuitively set her clit tag a-buzzin as a reward for a dick well sucked. Then Draco quickly got drinks for both himself and his champion dicksucker, pouring Hermione's down her gullet as she knelt at his feet. After a few more drinks, Draco was sending Hermione to fetch their drinks and playing with her tits and arse like they were alone. Draco proudly enjoyed three more blowjobs. There were a few objections and many looks of disapproval but no one seemed to want to leave the party in protest, By the end of the night, it was Draco, not Hermione, who vanished her skirt, showing off her predicament. Some partygoers remembered it as if from a fever dream: the vision of Draco Malfoy walking a crawling Hermione Granger in the chaotic, sticky-floored dregs of the party, her bare arse mounds moving mesmerizingly, a pale beacon in the dark. When they reached their room, Draco immediately got out a long crop and began whipping his naughty pig with it, chasing her around the room, laughing at the drunken sport of it as she scurried and squealed like a pig. He wasn't satisfied until she was a sobbing heap collapsed on the floor hysterically taking her thrashing. Then he helped her to bend over the bed and let his schlong find its home in her arse by ruthlessly pushing his hips forward. He leaned over Hermione's back and whispered in her ear, "You really are a worthless fuckpig, going after my cock in front of everyone. You ruined your reputation tonight. Is that what you want, you want me to treat you like a piece of shit? I treat you too good, don't I? You just want to be a pig, don't you?"
"Yes, Master," moaned a distraught Hermione. "Treat me like a piece of shit."
"Merlin you're hopeless, paintoy!" Suddenly Hermione felt like the tiny ring choking her meaty clit had shrunk considerably and she screamed at the sensation.
"Master!"
"I have to punish you for being a brazen whore."
Draco reamed her mercilessly and carelessly ground her tortured bud into the bed causing her to scream louder and beg at the top of her lungs for relief and mercy. Draco's fingers even found her clit as he was chugging away in her and made her cry and beg all the more. She thought she would pass out from the intensity of the feeling building in her clit, trapped with no where to go, as Draco relieved himself of load after load in her keister and the pain in her clit felt like it was imploding.
By the time Draco was done using his mudhole, Hermione was exhausted and spent if still moaning in pain and lust. She felt herself get easily rolled over by her Master and suddenly large muscular cheeks were coming down onto her face, while her bud was still kept choked tight in the ring's monstrous hold.
"Right where you belong, a seat for a Pureblood."
Hermione sluggishly and blindly groped her tongue into his arse to give him pleasure. Draco enjoyed himself to a very satisfying, bleary rimjob before they both drunkenly fell asleep, Hermione only fitfully from the uncomfortable sensation in her choked up bud.
Her chastened clit and her leash were taken out with greater frequency after that as he was drunk and proud of her until finally he just led her to the parties on her leash and eventually he even treated the fellow partygoers occassionally to the sight and sounds of his fuckpig's slave cum.