Chapter 3
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Despite the fact Draco and Hermione do normal dating things like go out for dinner and dates and shopping on Draco's sickle, Draco continues to deepens the slave bond in several rituals, including a head shaving and an oath of humility that involved her naked and groveling with her bald head in the mud promising to submit to any treatment her Master saw fit to give her while Draco stroked his cock with her cut locks in hand and eventually came on her bald, muddy head. "Oh, fuck. I can't believe you let me do this," he said dropping her cut hair on her head, some of it sticking to her cum on her scalp some of it falling carelessly to the muddy ground.
They both choked and pleasurably spasmed as the magic connecting them strengthened considerably. For Draco, he felt like the magic connecting them was like a pleasurable onahole drawing his dick like a magnet to her newly christened and subjugated head that fed him power through the connection and left him feeling triumphant and invulnerable. For Hermione, it made her feel like the lowliest worm and she couldn't look up at her Master for anything yet she desired his attention more than anything and wished for his reward of letting her be of use to him. Kneeling down before him, naked in the mud now, completely bald and dirty, she felt her sense of inadequacy and her sense of his dick become more prominent.
Draco couldn't believe how much of a slut she was for him. Her bald head looked ridiculous.
Coming down from the intense sub space that had allowed her to give yet another piece of her autonomy to the mean boy who had always been cruel to her and now already wielded so much power over her and feeling the new magic between them settle made the sensations of Draco's dick so immediate to her while also urging her to prostrate herself before it so strongly that Hermione wept. So Draco barely battered his girlfriend's face with his stiffening cock even though the magic made it look and feel like powerful, scintillating blue sparkles emitted from his cock each time he did so in a fascinating and pleasureable way. He wiped his cock on the cleanest parts of her face, secured the dragon-hide collar around her neck, attached the enchanted pixie leash to the collar, and gathered her up in his arms to take the conquered girl back up to his rooms. He tends to her carefully and settled her with her face in his crotch. He gently grinds against her comfortingly and coaxes her face and bald head to caress him. He savors the feeling of his dick and balls resting on a warm, smooth, soft, and firm bed, breath gently tickling him as he felt deep, calmed-down whiffing breaths from his fuckpig. The next day he is rewarded by many hours of Hermione voluntarily keeping his dick warm down her throat. Draco finished up his homework, wrote several letters, did some work one of his own personal potion's project all while Hermione Granger valiantly struggled to keep his massive rod lodged down her squeezing throat for him..
There was something so exquisite about having the smartest girl of their age and hero succumbing to her nature as a mudblood on his highly pedigreed piece of meat and giving up her precious study time to serve as his breathing dickwarmer. Draco was no stranger to submissive, slutty mudbloods and muggles whether they were his father's slaves, the prettiest mudbloods at school, or the women he picked up everywhere else. His thing was he loved anal sex, gaping, sexually humiliating mudbloods, making them reveal the whore they truly were and turning them into his sluts. Once they seemed to have permanently distended arseholes and were willing to do anything for him, he lost interest, throwing them a fuck because it amused him to have a stable of mudblood sluts walking around with loose arseholes for him. But it was different with Hermione. For one, where he usually ended with most girls was just the jumping off point with Hermione. Never had a mudblood so enthusiastically and thoroughly degraded herself for him like she had and he kept having exciting ideas what to do to her next.
Draco looked down into her desperate, tearful eyes and can't help but smile and hump against her face. The sight of all the gagging spit coming out from the edges of her mouth around his lightly humping cock almost undid him. However, he stops because he still wants to see how good she is of a cocksleeve. He caresses her bald head and gives her an encouraging smile. He loves having her, the smartest girl of their age, mounted on his cock as he went about his lazy Sunday. A few times he drew her off his cock as a change of pace, saying, "Baby, I want to make love," and reamed her out before dumping one up her butt and plugging her orally once again with a soiled cock. Draco knew she was reacting to the ritual and loved how she sought comfort in his cock.
Draco finds himself feeling peaceful too. He is having feelings for his fuckpig. He admits to himself he likes her, he admires her from the war and from school despite their history, and he really loves her unexpected whorish devotion to him. Granger is no doubt a mudblood slut, but she's his mudblood slut. And he likes sluts. He loved what she was letting him do to her. She suits him just fine. There is one thing he should do now to see if he can go through with it. Will he be able to stomach what his urges have wrought or will he feel for himself the kind of loathing he has for his father? He knew he should see now if he could indulge his father enough to keep her with his blessing.. There were several preferences of his father that the more he thought about it the more he didn't mind the idea of practicing them on Hermione.
Once again they fell asleep face to crotch, Draco's soggy elephant's trunk obscuring Hermione's face. This time Draco used gentle fingers to coax his balls partially into her mouth before letting his dick flop onto her face. He thought about the long, thin sticks he'd had Kreacher gather for him. Tomorrow he would introduce Hermione to tit beating. He planned on taking it easy on her tomorrow as she was still recovering from the last ritua lbut he planned on working her up to a tit chastening ritual by the weekend, involving a brutal beating of her tits and elaborate torment meant tobreak her into taking wicked beatings like sexbeast, and having a beautifully subjugated set to show off to his father. His cock was once again fully hard but instead of feeling restless and like he'd need to rouse his dick cradle, he felt utterly relaxed enjoying the soothing feel of his hard dick bobbing against her soft face, falling asleep easily as the suckling pig coaxed a steady stream of pre-cum down her body. He did wake several times in the night ready to burst from intense dreams of tying her up from the ceiling and beating her tits brutally, rapidly with many instruments. Each time he woke up in that state he managed to cram his cock down the sleeping and then sleepy girl, unloading there quickly fresh from the images and feelings from his dream and from imagining sleeping like this again the next night only with Hermione's tits a good deal sorer. He felt a tinkle of pride at how good her cocksleeve services were getting that she had less and less trouble taking the whole of his mammoth cock in her gullet every time even when sleeping. He didn't even think she woke up the last time, making her spit up and gurglings after being stuck on his cock even more cute.
Draco takes her to see his father in Azkaban. "Now remember just stay behind me and act deferential. I want my father to see our relationship," was the only instruction he gave her.
"Good afternoon, father." Draco said, turning back to Hermione to grab her hat, revealing a shined up dome and causing blushing cheeks. Because of security she'd banished the charm that made it look like she still had hair before coming and Draco had shined up her dome with some special polish to give it a high shine, much to her acute shame now.
"Excellent, you brought a cueball mudblood secretary to assist with our business," Lucius drolled.
Draco waited till the guard closed the door to issue the command, "Strip, piggy," while sitting down at a chair near Lucius's cell without looking her way. Shocked but not knowing what else to do, Hermione nervously strips putting herslf on display for Lucius. Cueball head, black and blue tits, enormous ass plug and he studies her like a pony even if she is to ashamed to take her eyes off the ground and see his appraisal. Draco and Lucius begin talking their business affairs as if she were not even in the room. She is shivering and fearful when Draco says, "Excuse me father, it's drafty in here. I think I can get more comfortable. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," his father said agreeably.
Draco now spared his naked cueball a glance, and waved for her to come over and get between his knees. His freed heavy shaft bounced against her face and she could feel the half-dried crusty remains of their earlier fucking leaving a stinky trail on her face. "It's cold. Take it in your dickwarming oven." He forcefully fed her his giant cock, guiding her movements and showing off her practiced skill and his mastery over her as he immediately had her deepthroating it. He looked into her eyes as pushed her head slowly but inevitably down his cock with very few gags. Man, did Draco Malfoy like making her take it all the way down her throat and keep it there! And, he felt like a man letting his father see him do it.
"Mmmm. Much better. Continue on with what you were saying."
Hermione tried to lick, suck, and agitate her skull to pleasure her Master's cock now that she was in this position. She wanted nothing more then for him to wreck her face humiliatingly for the spectacle she'd make in front of her Master's father, but three sharp raps of Draco's knuckle on her head and a put-upon "Still, cocksleeve. I have important business I'm still discussing," stopped her in her tracks.
Draco sat with Hermione kneeling between his legs, throat fully impaled, a total mess of spit and desperation as time ticked away.
"Do you mind, Father?" Draco asked at the conclusion of their business discussion some forty minutes later.
"Not at all."
Draco further showcased his mastery, spinning his cocksleeve with ease around his cock till she was facing the ceiling, awkwardly arched backwards to create a more straight line for his cock while displaying the bulge of his cock down her throat. Draco humped his cockwarmer roughly, happy to be able to work out his aggression and all his feelings seeing his beloved father in prison in an appropriate vessel for the task. He yanked her back and forth with a firm hand and callously gripped her sorry tits while simultaneously humping her at a pounding pace, turning her into human fountain of spit and occassionly taking a break to make her keep it all the way down her throat again, throat convulsing and struggling much more than when she had merely been a sleeve before pounding away again or just doing very deliberate, slow, deep rhythmical onslaughts with a little twist at the bottom, as was one of his favored strokes.
It was then the guard returned. Hermione, despite her willingness to obey, was so startled by the sound of the door opening that she instinctually tried to rear back and it was only Draco's strong hand wrapped around her neck that stopped her and she struggled pitifully before the merciless audience who were all impressed with the brutality and callousness that Draco treated his throat squeegee. He grunted loadly as if he were taking a massive shit in a raw display of power and to keep himself from cumming too soon while restraining her.
"And look at this, father!" Unable to keep up the facade of being uninterested in his pet, he changed attitudes and invited his father to celebrate with him. He dragged the half-drowned girl up and bent her over. He used his hands on her hips to bang their pelvises together,. Each time Draco's hard cock boinked the small barrel of a buttplug up her ass, head on and with surprising force. Draco really gave it to her causing the mostly limp girl to grunt and buck from the powerful vibrations and whomps hitting the big barrel in her arse. She felt like she was getting punched up her ass but with lots of echoes.
"It's like a magnetic force wants me deep up her arse. Notice the sparks when my cock hits her plug. That's a physical manifestation of our bond. From my dick to her ass. How do those sparkles feel on your end, mudblood?"
"They hurt and tickle, Master, ah." Hermione croaked hoarsely and obediently.
"Good pig. You can touch yourself." Hermione's hands found her pussy.
Lucius and the guard enjoyed the ridiculous display of Draco handlessly cock slamming home on the cueball girl's stuck, sore ass, magically accurate every time withhis lacksadaisical thrusts of his pelvis and snapping his hips to make sure he hit her surprisingly hard. Hermione groaned in pain and whimpered and moaned with her hands between her shaking, squatting legs vigorously rubbing with her clit. When Draco judged her about to blow, he walked her over to the cell bars and pressed her face against them and magnanimously invited his father and the guard, who had both been jerking their cocks, to come on her dome. They obliged and afterward Draco's hand helped her to stand and bend once again and came with an almost gentle boink to her buttplug after witnessing the start of her electrified, degraded orgasm and feeling the slave bond contract like a vice grip around his cock. He sprayed her giant plug, ass, and pussy with his load.
"Get dressed. Hurry up. Leave the cum where it is, beast."
Outside Azkaban Hermione still seemed a bit dazed so Draco took it upon himself to apparate her to the Weasely's. "I wish I could spend the rest of the day with my cock in you, but I have to get some work done. You were so good back there. We can talk about it later. Try to have a good time with your friends. I used your owl to send Harry and Ron a message from you hinting you might need some cheering up. Don't be mad." He took his time cleaning her up first and gave her lots of kisses and felt very protective of his slave who was training up nicely..
Draco couldn't help but feel bad at how the encounter with his father had shaken Hermione. She'd performed well, but now she was trembling with fright and she looked white as a sheet when Draco met her later. Draco apparated them to his room in Malfoy Manor and told her, "It was the safest thing we could do. My father will think you're my fuckpig. It's a time-honored Malfoy tradition to take a stable of mudblood fuckpigs. My father is delighted I've subjugated the most disgracefully and heretically extraordinary mudblood of the war we lost. And it works because you are my fuckpig, Hermione, and my eager volunteer dicksleeve, you sweet mudblood! But now my father will know you're only my fuckpig. He will encourage our association. He will not plot to eliminate you as a threat. My father is the greatest pervert I know. He'll never try to hurt you now. He'll never believe I truly care for you after seeing you as my fuckpig. He's thrilled I'm continuing onl the tradition he's so fond of himself. But Granger, you're not just my fuckpig. I know that you're extraordinary and brilliant and powerful and brave and caring. You're a masochistic slut for me and that's perfect. It might be because you're a mudblood that you're such a natural fuckpig, but that's perfect for me too. I want this long term. With the way your arse is connected to my dick, I'm not sure we even have a choice. You can back out anytime or we can renegotiate this situation living with the bond – though I wouldn't make it easy for you, I wouldn't give you up without a fight, pretty fuckpig – but I want to have my children with you someday. I love you, Hermione. And now you've met my father, and the because of our bond and his perception of it, you are safe from the murderous mudblood curses that inhabit the Manor and my homicidal father who will eventually find his way out of Azkaban."
"I'm scared of your father, Draco. What if he decides to kill me anyway?"
"Whatever else you are, Granger. you are my pig. You let me unload in you as much as I want. Our sado-masochistic sex was so hot it started a soul bond. All those rituals you've let me do to you, how you've submitted to me. My father will approve of my association, even having children with you. There are a good many mudblood breeders. That had been a pleasant way for our pureblood forefathers to silence intelligent, strong women by luring them into slavery and attempting to redeem their repulsive, aberrent existence by giving it a purpose by the use of their holes and womb by pureblood men. The cost to you may be too much though I promise I am not my father. I know you are one of the bravest, smartest, most noble, and kind human beings on the planet. I feel more deeply for you than I have for any other girl and I treasure your enthusiasm to sink to the depths of depravity to make my dick hard. That the good, talented girl who helped save the world and annoyingly always bested me academically offered herself up to me so aggressively as a fuckpig for relief only makes it hotter. And you are my good little fuckpig. That's exactly what I want. A slut who will do anything for me and is a lovely and satisfying piece to degrade and use. I love how much you need to be used. I love how much you give to me. I am excited everyday to explore my fuckpig's splendid submission and endurance. You're such a pathetically submissive, beautiful animal, Granger, it excites me very much. Obviously if you continue with me that will forever be your role to me, cherished fuckpig, although I would love if we you would marry me as well. I promise never to perform on you the formal Malfoy enslavement ritual and to never take away your legal freedoms. However, the Malfoy family magic would never allow a marriage bond with a mudblood so although we may be able to acquire a legal marriage, we'd need a bond of an entirely different nature - I have a few ideas – in order for the Malfoy magic to allow conception with a mudblood breeder. It can be done. To be honest children from mudbloods under the right conditions, are some of the most powerful according to family lore, which explains why mudblood fuckpigs are so embraced in the family. I will support all of your endeavors as long as it doesn't interfere with me turning you into a complete pig. I do not know that it is fair to you but I will not be able to hold back from training you in my nasty preferences, which will only become more depraved. I know the smartest girl of our age will become the very best at learning to please me and I intend to see how far you can go. Nothing makes me harder. And you submit to me so easily, it eggs me on dangerously. Merlin, you're a good slut for me. Also it was fun to push you in front of my father. I enjoyed that. If he's released for daytime visitation under the reform bill, he will exercise some rights over you and frankly I'm looking forward to a very entertaining show. Obviously he'll love humiliating you. And I'll let him do it not only because it will protect our relationship but because I will enjoy letting him and the two of us using you together. He'll also invariably use old and acquire new fuckpigs. Something you will have to get used to – seeing others of your kind enslaved. I have to admit the official slavery ritual does a number on them and some of the advanced slaves who as my father would say have earned the valuable privilege of total slavery and undergone the ritual are a big sluggish in their minds. I hope you can live with seeing that! Beloved, I want you forever by my side. I do not want to contemplate an existence without you devotingly serving me. It turns me on being the keeper of your untouched virgin pussy and only developing your slave ass. Your hole sure has gotten large for me, darling. And when you're ready for it, it will be so hot to deflower and start breeding you at the same time. I know I want my children with you and I would start as soon as you would agree regardless of whether we are married or not legally or are connected through a marriage-like bond. Know that I will never fuck your pussy with protection and it can lie there totally unused and wasting away while your arsehole is deformed into a bigger saggy fuckhole until you make my dreams come true and let my seed take root in your muddy womb. I sometimes have visions of the future in my dreams and I see many happy and healthy sons in my dreams recently.
But I'm giving you this chance to tell me to stop. To tell me to take it down a step. To call it off with me. For us to try to find more moderate ways to deal with our bond. But if you don't, I don't think I can help drawing out and developing the slave in you even without the absoluteness of the slave-bond. Is that who you want to be for the rest of your life? Sure, you can wear many hats, I'm aware, but is it really the kind of self you want your 'partner' to bring out of you?"
"Master, I don't know what I'd do without you! Can I suck your dick?"
"Hey, Hermione, we wanted to give you the marauder's map! Are you being hurt?!"
Harry and Ron could not make sense of what they were seeing at first. Draco moaned, nude on his bed. He appeared to be holding a set of reins in one hand, jerking them up sharply at a rhythm. This unfortunately was not the most awful or confusing part. A female body was lying face down between his legs. At first they both were struck by the improbable gape where a normal arsehole should have been between those shapely cheeks. The flashing gleams off the shape on Draco's crotch and the knowledge of what was on the marauder's map then gained their attention. To their horror, they realized the gleaming shape was a bald head, partially obscured from being in a sling-leather frame that Draco jerked violently by the reins as he violently humped.
"What's the meaning of this?"
Draco looked over but at the same time his orgasm overtook him and he grunted incredibly crudely as he rode his dicksleeve with abandon, her legs kicking and giving her best friends a riveting gape show as she violently choked herself on his dick with muffled, patheic cries in a prone position between her Master's legs.
Both Harry and Ron were throwing curses at the pureblood supremacist who was currently using their brilliant best friend's head as his personal mudblood trash receptacle, but to their ever-growing horror a beam of red light emitted from Hermione's arsehole and her stuffed mouth ,even illuminating through her glutted throat and the dick therein, and Draco and Hermione were surrounded by the same red and all their spells bounced off from it uselessly.
"Stop it, wankers, can't you see you're hurting her!"
Harry and Ron watched disbelievingly as Draco painstakingly slowly withdrew a massive member close to the size of their friend's own forearm out of her throat. She stared at her friends in distress and humiliation as the girthy length was arduously unsheathed from her gullet, more and more being revealed. Her face was a mess and her hideously bald head was no better. Finally Draco's abnormally bulbous cockhead was released by her throat with a wet pop and a grunt from Draco followed by sound of the uncorking of fluids.
"Thank you, Hermione. That was lovely. I'm sorry if I was rough. I got carried away again. Your throat is the best." He pulled her up from where she was heaving and spluttering between his legs, covering her with a blanket, discreetly illusioning hair on Hermione's head amd the bridle away, and tossing the very special cocksocket holster out of sight of the intruders on the other sid of the bed. He held Hermione in his arms protectively with one of his hands on her still spasming throat, lightly caressing and holding it in a possessive manner.
"Thfank ooo Master for letting me take your cock in my throat," she groggled through his affectionate light choking. "Your slave bitch can't wait for you to get carried away again. Please don't hold back at all."
"If you say so, my beautiful Hermione." He wondered if it was the influence of the rituals on the bond or her mudblood predilection for sluttishness that made her so brazen in front of her friends and his dick so hard. He turned a disinterested yet smug sneer as if to say, yes, your friend's my slave, so what? at the noisy Gryffindors who seemed confounded at their longtime best friend's slutty words. "What do you lot want? Can't you see we need privacy?"
"Harry, Ron, I'm ok. It's not what you expected but I'm seeing Draco now. I'm here because I want to be. I want to explore the connection between us. I know you must think I'm weird and it must look awful but I need this."
Thankfully her hair had somehow returned when she faced her friends in Malfoy's arms where he held her tightly and murmured sweet things in her ears. Her friends had to wonder which state was illusioned after the the startling sight of her bald head.
Of course they were taken aback by the mask of spit and cum on their friend's face too.
"Hermione, how can you say that? He's treating you like human garbage. You're clearly just a mudblood to him. He's getting off from having you degrade yourself. He's notorious for his exploits degrading mudbloods. It's a pureblood tradition," Harry said stridently to his friend.
"When Purebloods like him have relations with muggleborns it never turns out good for the muggleborn. The muggleborn always ends up some kind of sexual servant or worse. The Malfoys are notorious, Hermione! You need to fight for your life!" Ron ended in a passionate cry.
"I thought it was just a made-up rumor that he likes to stretch the arses of the mudbloods and muggles he uses to leave them with a permanent gape, but clearly..." He motioned at her with some repulsion.
"Now, now, Potty, don't be such a judgmental ponce. Hermione is my beloved girlfriend. It's true that muggle and muggleborn women seem to be more willing and able to accommodate the anal sex I personally prefer, and one or two of those happy sluts may've paraded their gapes for my friends and generously let us make a pleasurable game of widening them further. That's how many muggle women are turned on, you see, learn to thrive. I'm surprised you don't know this. But this mudblood is different from all the rest! I cherish this mudblood, Potter. She's my perfect girl. Sweet baby, tell Potter how much you like your gape."
"Harry...Ron, I like my gape. It makes me feel alive. I feel like I'm Master's ready, perfect sheathe. I can't explain it well. There is just something about having a bumhole that exists for someone else's pleasure that does something to me and the loose arse is this incredible, visceral, dangerous, shameful, pleasurable reminder of Master's pleasure there. I'm proud to have a nice loose arse for Draco Malfoy!"
Draco didn't try to stop her and looked on amusedly as she scrambled to show her friends her distended arsehole. Draco found himself gone from surly at interruption to jolly with pride as the mudblood pig displayed his pipework to her shocked but halfway bemused friends.
Harry and Ron didn't know what to say to that.
"With Hermione I understand what a precious gift she gives me and I cherish her the most. I know she is a brilliant, kind, couragous woman who honors me by being my girlfriend and having me in her life. She is kind and self-sacrificing and it turns out that a mudblood is perfect for me. You will not succeed in separating us. It has been ratified by the heavens. A bond was created during our first lovemaking. Whatever our conflicts in the past or your disgust at our sexual tastes, Hermione is bonded to me."
"Guys, maybe I can talk to you before dinner alone?"