Hermione awoke abruptly from her dream early in the morning. She was sweating and she felt moisture between her thighs. She moved her hand down and found her pajama pants were soaked with her juices. She thought she had the weirdest and hottest dream and didn't get off.
Then she remembered what had happened the previous evening. She dreaded what would happen to her today. Would Harry really force her to have sex with him? She looked down at her wet pants and shook her head in desperation. Why did she react like this? She hated herself.
Not able to sleep any longer, Hermione got up and went into the showers. When she stood under the shower she involuntarily reached for her wand and, as if possessed by an outside force, cast a depilatory spell upon herself. All her body hair vanished. She teared up a little in desperation at the thought of being made complicit in her own upcoming rape. She felt completely helpless.
When she went down to breakfast early, she hardly noticed anything that was going on around her. She ate quickly and then left the Great Hall before most of the students had even arrived for breakfast. To avoid everyone and especially Harry, she then stayed in the library until classes started, but not even her beloved books would not offer her any comfort. In a few hours, Harry would have his way with her, and she couldn't do anything to prevent it.
She was still completely besides herself when the classes started for the day. For the first time since she started at Hogwarts, she didn't raise her hand to answer a single question for the whole day.
As usual during the previous week, Harry sat in the back corner of the classroom by himself. When she caught his eyes, he would smirk at her and she could see his anticipation. Their classes that day would end at noon. She dreaded what would happen after that.
Hermione didn't see Harry at lunch, but she expected he would await her in the classroom where he had brought her yesterday. As ordered, she made her way there after lunch, trembling with fear and apprehension, and to her shame feeling also a little aroused. She had been ordered to be there, so she knew it would be of no use to try and run. Her magic would enforce her Master's command if necessary.
Harry was waiting in the Room of Requirement. This time, the room provided him with a couch and chairs around a fireplace, a bed to one side, and a luxurious bathroom with a shower and a hot-tub.
Hermione entered the room, looking around stunned. "What-what is this room, Harry?" she asked surprised, almost forgetting her predicament.
"It's our new training room, but aren't you forgetting something, slave?" Harry replied angrily.
Hermione winced and flushed in embarrassment.
"Please Harry, don't do this! Let's talk about this, please!" she pleaded.
"Slave! You will strip and assume the Present Position now!" Harry demanded. "And this poor behavior will add to your punishment."
Unable to resist, Hermione started to take her clothes off. Harry was pleased to see that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties.
Hermione's cheeks had turned red from shame. She was done and naked for Harry to see again. She knelt and got into position.
"Harry, I'm begging you, don't do this, please, Harry!"
With a cold look, Harry advanced towards her, took both her nipples into his hands and squeezed and twisted them.
"Aaahhhh! Please, Harry, you're hurting me!" Hermione cried from pain.
"Don't call me Harry, slave!" Harry shouted, fastening his grip on her nipples and twisting them further.
"AaaaAAAAHHHH! Sorry, Master! Please stop this, Master! I'll be good, Master!" Hermione begged.
"That's better." Harry said, releasing her tits. "Well, I'm glad that you remembered the proper way of presenting yourself. But you'll better take your position without prompting the next time."
"Yes, Master." Hermione replied with a weak voice.
"I'm also pleased to see that you have shaved yourself like the good whore that you are." Harry smirked and continued, "Why don't you lie down and spread your legs to show me your wet snatch?"
It wasn't a direct command, but Hermione knew that there was no use in fighting him. She lay back on the cold floor and reluctantly spread her legs, giving Harry once again full access to her pussy. She was embarrassed beyond belief.
Hermione whimpered when Harry bent down, gently glided his fingers over her pussy lips and slightly tugged at her clit. "Very nice, my slutty slave. Perfectly smooth for your Master. I bet you can't wait to have my cock inside you."
Harry then straightened up and willed the room to provide him with a pair of handcuffs and a chain attached to the ceiling, as well as a collection of whips.
"Unfortunately, there is some unpleasantness that we have to get out of the way first." he told the girl.
"This session would have been much more enjoyable for you if you had been a good little slut from the start. But don't worry, it still can be later on." Harry said.
Hermione just looked at him pleadingly.
"Slave, come over here!" Harry commanded, and Hermione stood up with fear in her eyes and reluctantly stepped next to him.
"Please, Master, don't do this!" Hermione begged with teary eyes, fearfully eyeing the chains and handcuffs.
Ignoring her pleas, Harry placed the handcuffs on her wrists. He then pulled the chains from the ceiling and hooked it into the handcuffs. Hermione whimpered, and continued to plead for mercy. Then, he pulled up the chain so that she was being hung up. Her toes were barely touching the floor.
"Now on to the main lesson for the night. This lesson is really simple. Do Obey Your Master. Seems simple to me but you were unable to grasp the fundamentals of it. So, I'm going to have to discipline you until you do. What's going to happen is after each slash I deal, you will count it, thank me for correcting you, and promise to always obey me. Is that understood?" Harry asked.
"Please don't do this! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Master! I'm sorry for everything!" Hermione sobbed.
Harry walked over to a wall and contemplated which whip to use. He decided for a riding crop. Then, he stepped behind Hermione and was out of her line of sight. He reeled back and swung the whip for a practice swing. Hermione flinched at the sound.
"I said: Do you understand?" said Harry.
"I understand Master." she replied reluctantly while crying and sniffling.
"You will get ten strikes for not immediately assuming your Present Position, and twenty for speaking out of line yesterday." Harry said, walked up behind the trembling girl and whispered into her left ear. "You only have yourself to blame for this."
Harry stepped back and rotated his shoulder to loosen it. He reeled back and let the whip fly.
With a loud crack, the crop made a slash across Hermione's butt, leaving a red mark.
"AAAAHHHH. IT HURTS! IT HURTS!" Hermione cried.
It felt like fire was whipped across her butt. It was excruciating.
"I didn't hear you count. We will start over each time you mess up until you get it right." Harry informed her and hit her with another strike.
"AAAHH! No more, please! I can't take anymore. Please stop!" Hermione begged hysterically.
"We will do this until you respond correctly." Harry replied coolly and unleashed another slash at Hermione's bare ass.
"Aaahhh! O-One... Tha-Thank you Master for correcting me! I will always obey you, Master." Hermione cried, much to Harry's satisfaction.
"So, you can learn. Good girl. I'm proud of you." Harry complimented her. He then swung the whip and continued the lesson.
By the 15th slash Hermione was crying nonstop.
"UGGGG. Fifteen... Thank... thank you, Master... for correcting me, Master. I will... always obey my Master." Hermione pressed out between sobs.
With the final slash Hermione was crying hysterically. Her butt was deep-red with red marks. She was barely making sense any longer, and she was mumbling her lines non-stop.
"Thirty! Oouch! Thank you, Master for cor-correcting me, Master. I will... always obey you, Master."
"Well done, my beautiful slave. You have endured your punishment and seem to have learnt the error of your ways." Harry complimented her.
Hermione was too exhausted to respond.
"I'm proud of you, slave." Harry told her softly while he released the naked girl from the chains and opened the handcuffs.
She dropped her arms and winced when she massaged her bruised arse.
"Well." Harry then began and enjoyed the fearful look on Hermione's face. She knew what would come next.
"Now, we can finally get to the fun part of this session!" Harry said cheerfully.
Then a thought hit him and he looked at Hermione questioningly.
"Do you know any contraceptive charms?" he inquired. "We wouldn't want any accidents to happen, would we?"
"I'm on the contraceptive potion." Hermione answered quietly, red from embarrassment, her hands still rubbing her butt.
"You are?" Harry asked, astonished.
"It stops the period, too. That's why practically all girls take it." Hermione explained quickly.
"That's great!" Harry exclaimed. "Well then, time to pop that cherry!"
"Please, I beg you, Master, don't do this, please!" Hermione pleaded in panic.
"Oh, my sweet slutty slave, I know that you want this! So, lie down on the bed, on your back, and spread your legs!" Harry said and pointed to the king-sized bed in the corner.
"Or would you like to be punished some more?" he added.
Shedding some more quiet tears, Hermione walked over to the bed and lay down on it. She hissed in pain when her sore butt made contact with the sheets, and Harry grinned when he noticed that.
"Yes, it would have been more enjoyable for you if you had been a good girl before. The pain will hopefully teach you to better be a good little slut in the future."
She only whimpered in response, and Harry enjoyed the view of her folds.
"If you want what comes next to hurt less, I would suggest you diddle yourself and to get yourself wet for your master's cock." Harry said before he began to undress.
Hermione looked at him with pain, fear and apprehension in her eyes, but then she apparently came to a decision. She closed her eyes and moved one hand down between her thighs, and she began caressing her pussy lips. It was the hottest thing Harry had ever seen and he grew rock hard.
She was clearly reluctant, but Hermione still gradually got bolder, rubbing her clit and inner folds. Then she inserted a finger in herself, and Harry almost forgot to breathe at the sight. His stiff rod was pointing straight up, and he decided to take it to the next level.
"That's enough preparation, I think. Time to see what fun we can have." Harry whispered in her ear as he crawled on the bed. She froze, and her eyes snapped open in fear. She knew what was coming.
"Don't fight me baby, just give yourself over to the feelings. You know you want this as much as I do."
Harry took her hand away from her pussy, her fingers were glistening wet, and the scent of her fluids filled the room.
Harry lined up his dick with the top of her wet cunt, and stroked it over her a few times, wetting himself on her. She just lay back, hardly moving except for her rapidly rising and falling breasts.
Then he probed for the right entrance, and slid home slowly. He felt a resistance, and pushed through it, breaking her hymen.
"Ouch ouch ouch! Stop, stop, please Master!" Hermione begged, but Harry didn't think of it. He was in heaven. He had never before felt something like this. He pushed himself forward some more, then even more, until he bottomed out in her.
"PleeEEEAAASE!" the brunette wailed when he began to move in and out of her and took up speed.
He felt her pussy folds clenching on his cock and new that he wouldn't last long.
As he continued his thrusts, Harry turned Hermione's tear-streaked face towards him with his hand and forcefully kissed her on the mouth for their first kiss. Her mouth was open slightly as she moaned in pain, and he eagerly pushed his tongue inside her to taste her.
Hermione tried to push the invading tongue out of her mouth with her own, but that only added to Harry's enjoyment as their tongues began to dance.
A short while later, Harry couldn't take it any longer. His slave's tight pussy finally brought him to his climax, and he burst inside her, painting her inner walls white with his seed.
Hermione whimpered when she felt the convulsions of her Master's cock and the heat of the semen that spurted inside her, defiling her.
"That was great!" Harry exclaimed to the sobbing girl. His cock was still hard, buried in her hot, wet folds.
He briefly pulled out of her dripping snatch and sat up before he forcefully flipped his slave around.
"On your knees, arse up, head down!" he commanded, positioning Hermione to thrust into her again. He juicy arse pointed up in the air, and her pussy glistened invitingly. Harry felt himself growing rock hard again at the sight.
He put his hands on her hips and positioned himself while Hermione whimpered desperately.
"Ready for round two?" he asked gleefully before he thrust his hips forward, bottoming out in her.
"NoooOOOO!" Hermione moaned when her sore inner canal was assaulted again.
Harry moved faster, enjoying his slave's wet tightness. He was surprised when after a while, Hermione actually began pushing back, meeting his thrusts with her own movements.
Her breathing changed, and she began whimpering softly. "Oh oh oh ah aaahhh!"
Harry picked up the pace, and her whimpers became deeper moans, and then Harry suddenly felt her shuddering around him. Her pussy was clenching onto his cock and felt as if she was milking him. He exploded into bliss at that moment, and the feeling of his cum splashing her walls was just enough for Hermione to get over the edge, too, and with a deep moan that turned into a groan, she came, milking his cock even harder until he had spent himself inside her.
Harry collapsed next to her onto the bed and dozed off, recovering from his orgasmic height.
Hermione in the meantime lay beside him, crying silent tears, shocked and humiliated by her own response. She started to wonder if Harry was right, maybe she really was a slut. She was mortified with herself, and she knew that as soon as Harry woke up, her torment would continue.