Harry woke up the next morning to the same sensations he had fallen asleep to. Hermione was sucking him off to the best of her abilities, twirling her tongue around the base of his shaft and taking him as deep into her throat as she could, her gagging throat massaging the tip of his cock.
He just lay back and enjoyed the sensations until he felt his balls tighten and he came with a deep groan, spurting his cum down his slave's throat.
Hermione continued to suck him dry, squeezing every last drop of cum from his cock with the suction of her lips and collecting the sperm in her mouth.
"Good morning, Pet." Harry said when he finally blinked his eyes open and looked down at the beautiful naked girl kneeling between his legs.
"Good mhhnhng, Mshteh." the brunette mumbled as she looked back at him, a small smile on her face.
"You may swallow." Harry said, and Hermione gulped down the sticky load of sperm in her mouth.
There was the slightest flicker in her eyes to indicate that she didn't fully enjoy the taste, but her smile never faltered. "Thank you, Master." she said. "Thank you for cumming in my mouth and letting me swallow your cum."
Harry was impressed by the earnestness of her words. She had truly come to accept her place by now.
"That was brilliant, Pet. You really are a perfect little cocksucker, aren't you?"
"Thank you, Master." Hermione beamed at the praise.
"And don't think I've forgotten about the reward I've promised you." he added. "You've been a very good girl yesterday, and you will get your reward for that."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Hermione said with a bright smile.
Harry then sat up on the bed and smirked at the girl. "But that doesn't mean that you won't get your morning spanking."
"Of course not, Master." Hermione replied earnestly and shifted around on the bed, kneeling on all fours on the mattress, arching her back and sticking out her firm butt towards him. Harry especially enjoyed the sight of the large butt plug protruding from her arse.
"Your pet is ready for her morning spanking." she said.
"That's good." Harry said, impressed with her once more. He stood up and fetched the paddle he had bought in Hogsmeade two days before. "Because it's time that we use this for the first time."
Hermione gulped when she saw the paddle, but she didn't change her posture.
"I will give you twenty today, to properly try out our new toy and because we didn't do this yesterday." Harry said. "And you'll count out the strikes and thank me for each one, won't you?"
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Hermione confirmed nervously.
A shiver ran down her spine when Harry gently stroked her bottom cheeks with the leather paddle for a few moments. Then, he swung the paddle back, and Hermione braced herself as she heard the sound of the paddle swooshing through the air.
SMACK!
"Ouch!" she groaned when the paddle painfully hit her right bottom cheek. "One, Master. Thank you, Master."
Swoosh!
SMACK!
Her left cheek this time. "Oww! Two, Master. Thank you, Master!"
Swoosh!
SMACK!
"OWW! Ouch... Three, Master! Thank you, Master!" It had been her right cheek again, the same spot as before, and the pain was increasing.
The spanking continued like that until Harry landed the twentieth strike on her pinking butt.
"Ah! Oww! Twen-twenty, Master! Thank you, Master. Owww!" Hermione breathed heavily. Some tears were welling up in her eyes from the pain, but it still was bearable to her. The pain wasn't anywhere close to the spankings she had received when she had acted out of line. She knew well that her morning spankings were just a reminder of her place, no punishment.
"Well done, I'm proud of you, Pet." Harry complimented her, and she gave him an exhausted but happy smile in return.
"Let's get showered." he told her and Hermione got up from the bed, following him into the bathroom.
They showered together and when they were done, Hermione took the healing potion to bring her holes back to virgin tightness again. She then took the butt plug that she had laid aside for the shower. She licked it, coating it with her saliva as lubricant, before she inserted it back into her arse, giving off a small squeak in pain as it stretched her anus.
Harry watched her with wide smile on his lips, and he felt himself stiffen at the sight of her. However, he knew they had to get to breakfast soon, so he reluctantly got dressed for the day, Hermione following suit. But before they left their quarters, Harry changed his mind and decided that he just had to go for another round with his slave.
"Wait!" he told her as she walked to the exit of their quarters. "Come back, lose the robes, and kneel on the couch, arse up!"
"Yes, Master." Hermione said demurely and did as commanded. When she knelt down on the couch, she pushed up her skirt, revealing her moist pussy and stuffed arse to her Master.
"I realise that I haven't fucked your arse for three days." Harry said and opened his trousers. "I think I'll have to rectify that."
"Yes, Master." Hermione agreed eagerly. "You're right, Master. Please, Master, please fuck my arse! I need it!"
"Pull out the plug again!" Harry instructed her, and Hermione gave off a small groan as she did as commanded.
"Put it in your mouth!" Harry told her, the brunette obeying immediately.
Harry ginned at the sight as he aligned his stiff cock with her sphincter and pushed forward. Hermione moaned in pleasure and pain when he took up speed and began fucking her tightest hole hard and fast.
Harry steadied himself with his left hand on her hips, and he moved his right hand between her legs, fingering her sopping wet slit and rolling her clit between his fingers.
"Phhhshh Msshhtehh mmhh mhe chm!" Hermione moaned, her words muffled by the plug in her mouth. By now, his thrusts were eagerly met by Hermione's own rocketing of her hips. Her sore butt cheeks hurt with every contact as he slammed into her, and her tight passage was stretched painfully, but she couldn't bring herself to care right now.
"You want to cum?" Harry asked, and Hermione nodded frantically.
"You will get your reward. But not yet." Harry replied between groans of pleasure. "We'll need to have more time for that. Later today."
"Ehsh Mshtehh." the girl whimpered, disappointed, but also excited for what he would have in store for her later. She didn't beg or complain anymore and only continued the movements of her hips to bring as much pleasure to her Master as she could while he made use of her arse.
It didn't take much longer until Harry moaned deeply and rammed his cock fully into her arse, climaxing and spilling his cum deep inside her.
"Ah, that's it!" he groaned happily as his cock pulsated inside her clenching and quivering arse, filling her with spurt after spurt of cum.
When he was spent, he slowly slid out of her, enjoying the tightness of her still quivering anus.
"That was awesome!" he announced, panting heavily, and Hermione locked back at him happily as if the rough anal shagging had been the most brilliant thing she had ever experienced.
And in her mind, Hermione was truly happy about it. She had stopped trying to deny to herself that she enjoyed their sessions for the most part, and instead she now tried to fully embrace her role, finding enjoyment in it herself. She was happy that she had once more succeeded in bringing pleasure to her Master, as it was her life's purpose now. Especially with the challenges he faced with the tournament, she was glad that she could offer him some sorely needed comfort and distraction. She would assist him academically soon enough, but for now, she just tried to be a perfect little slut for him.
"Well." Harry said, gathering his breath. "Put the plug back where it belongs! And then clean my cock!"
"Yes, Master." Hermione said as she immediately took the butt plug from her mouth and moved it against her anus. She grimaced slightly when she pushed hard, shoving the saliva-coated plug in her arse, sealing the sperm in her rectum. She then quickly turned around on the couch, looking up at Harry who stood before her.
"Get on with it, so that we can leave." he said, and Hermione nodded and took his semi-erect cock into her mouth, twirling her tongue around the shaft and bobbing her head on it a few times until he was limp and clean.
"Well done, Pet." Harry said contently when she was done, pulling back and closing his trousers.
"Thank you, Master." Hermione replied with a smile, and she stood up and donned her robes again.
Together, they then left their quarters just in time to still have breakfast in the Great Hall.
After breakfast, Harry took Hermione's hand and led her to the Room of Requirement.
"Master, don't we have to go to class?" she wondered.
"No." he decided. "We can't waste time with schoolwork when I have to fight a dragon tomorrow. We have to find a solution for that now."
Hermione nodded in acceptance, seeing the truth of the statement. Their schoolwork really wasn't important for now.
"So, what would be a good strategy for tomorrow?" Harry began as soon as they were in the room. "I know that dragon hide is incredibly resistant to all magic. I don't think the spells I learnt will help me much."
"Yes, I agree, Master." Hermione said worriedly and walked to the bookshelves at the side of the room that had appeared with it.
"I mean, maybe if I hit it just right... I'm sure a Bombarda into the dragon's mouth would do some damage." Harry thought out loud, pacing back and forth in the room.
"Yes, you could aim curses at its eyes or mouth, but you'd need to have incredible aim, especially as dragons can move really fast." Hermione said. "And you haven't really trained shooting at moving targets yet."
"Could I conjure something and banish it at the dragon? A spear maybe?" Harry mused. He had killed a basilisk with a sword, after all.
Hermione shook her head again. "It would take time to conjure something big enough. And dragon-hide is resistant to mundane attacks as well."
"Maybe I could simply summon a weapon. Or I might summon my Firebolt and out-fly the dragon."
Hermione looked at him incredulously. "I'm sorry, Master, but... I don't think that's a good idea."
If she wasn't bound to him, Harry was sure she would have chosen much stronger words in response to his idea.
"Do you have any better idea?" he demanded.
"I don't know." Hermione responded with a sigh and looked at the books on the shelves, moving her fingers along the book spines, inspecting the titles.
Suddenly, she halted in her movements and got a thoughtful look.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Nothing." she replied hastily.
"You have an idea, tell me." Harry demanded.
"Well, there are spells that cannot be blocked by anything short of a stone wall, that will pass any shield or magical protection, dragon hide included... Three spells, to be exact." she said hesitantly.
Harry's eyed widened in recognition. Hermione's hand lay on one of the tomes he had borrowed from the Restricted Section of the library some time ago. 'Mastering the Unforgivables' was the title on the black leather binding.
"But... wouldn't that land me in Azkaban?" he asked, taken aback.
"Only if used against a human."
"I see." Harry nodded slowly. "It might work then... "
"Yes, maybe." Hermione took a deep breath. "I don't really know what pain tolerance dragons have, so I wouldn't rely on the Cruciatus to take out a dragon. The Imperius might work. The Killing Curse will definitely work on a dragon. But the school won't react favourably to you using an Unforgivable, even if it's only against a dangerous creature."
Harry shrugged. "They hate me already. I'm more worried whether I could learn an Unforgivable until tomorrow..."
Hermione frowned and bit her lower lip. "I don't know. You should have enough magical power. But apart from this, I have no idea. Professor Moody obviously didn't explain how to cast them in the lesson on them."
With that, she took out the book, placed it on the nearby table, sat down, and started reading. Harry sat down next to her and also studied the text.
"Alright," Hermione said after half an hour. "I think it should be possible to do it."
"Maybe," Harry said, not quite convinced yet. "The instructions are not always very clear. And do you think it's possible for someone my age to cast it?"
"Well, the Unforgivables require both power and a sufficient emotion," Hermione said. "It's similar to the Patronus in that regard. You can already produce a Patronus, so I would say that your power level should be sufficient for an Unforgivable as well. You only need to summon the right emotion."
Harry nodded in understanding and Hermione continued to summarize what they had read.
"Now, here things become difficult: The Killing Curse requires the caster to summon forth a sufficient amount of hatred. But the way I understand it, you have to want to kill the target of your hatred, not just for the sake of whatever is happening in the moment, but for the sake of killing alone. Not merely self-defence. Righteous anger won't work, either. You would need to want the target dead, specifically prefer that the target be dead rather than living as a point of fact, rather than for any other purpose."
"Yes, I wondered about that part." Harry said. "I mean, I don't really hate the dragon, do I?"
"Do you think Moody hated those spiders he used for his demonstrations?" Hermione replied.
Harry saw that she had a point there, but the girl didn't wait for an answer and continued. "The point is, you have to want to kill the target of your hatred, not necessarily the target of the spell. You only have to hate somebody enough to want to kill them; that hatred could then be used to fuel the Killing Curse whenever you want. Like an opposite Patronus. Still, few enough people can generate that kind of hatred. But with the way your life has been..."
Harry nodded, a scowl appearing on his face. "I hate Voldemort. I hate Pettigrew. I probably even hate Dumbledore enough to cast the spell. Alright, I'll give it a try. However, what about the Imperius?"
"Well, it's basically the same. Only instead of wanting the target dead, you need to have a strong desire to control the target completely. But, again, it can be anyone, it doesn't have to be the target of the spell." Hermione said.
Harry grinned at her. He certainly had a strong desire to control her.
Hermione blushed as she guessed his thoughts. "It might work, yes. But again, it has to be for its own sake, not - not for the things you could do with them while they are under your control."
Harry got a more pensive look. "Oh, alright. But I really do like the control in itself as well. It might work..."
He shook his head. "But wanting someone dead seems more straightforward." he decided. "Let's start with the Killing Curse then."
He got up and walked towards the training area. "Let's see if we can work out the wand movements for the curse."
Hermione grabbed the book and walked besides him. They studied the pictures of the movements, and Harry tried to replicate what he saw, with Hermione occasionally correcting his gestures. After a short while, he felt ready to give it a try.
He aimed is wand at the furthest training dummy at the far-end of the room, flicked it and bellowed, "Avada Kedavra!"
He felt a tingle in his wand arm, but nothing else happened.
"Take your time to concentrate. You really have to picture them." Hermione said.
Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He pictured Voldemort's face, Pettigrew's face, the rat betraying his parents, Voldemort killing his father, Voldemort killing his mother. 'I want them dead! Dead dead dead!'
He opened his eyes. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A green bolt of light shot towards the training dummy, which exploded in a thousand pieces.
Harry shuddered and turned towards Hermione, who was staring at him with wide eyes. "On your second try!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I really, really hate them." he replied darkly.
"I don't know if I should say 'well done', but well done." she said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"I'll give it some more tries, but I think things are starting to look pretty good." Harry said, returning his attention towards another training dummy and raising his wand.
The spells took a lot out of him and he was soon exhausted, but he managed to consistently produce Killing Curses that shattered every last training dummy in the room.
"I think we found the solution to my dragon problem." Harry announced happily when he was done with the destruction of the dummies. His worries about the task were much alleviated by now. There was hardly any reason for him to be afraid of the dragon any longer. He would simply enter the arena and kill the dragon from a safe distance. He felt confident that it would be easy.
It wasn't even noon yet, and they had already solved the problem at hand.
"We still have lot of time before lunch, so let's move on to the Imperius." he decided.
"It will be harder to train as you can't practice it on the dummies." Hermione pointed out.
Harry smirked, looking at her expectantly.
"Yes, you could practice it on me." Hermione admitted, correctly guessing his intentions. "But I'm already bound to follow your orders. We can verify if the spell has taken hold, but you can't really see if your target will follow your orders."
Harry nodded reluctantly. "Well, it will have to do for now." he concluded and grinned at the girl. "We can think about finding some volunteers for the rest later on."
He didn't really have specific ideas for that yet, but that was a problem for another time.
In the end, it didn't take Harry much longer than with the Killing Curse until he could successfully cast the spell.
He put Hermione under the Imperius repeatedly until he could cast the spell as reliably as the Killing Curse, but he knew that there was no point in ordering her around to see if the spell was working properly. She would follow his orders anyway.
"Alright, I think we can stop here." Harry announced after a while and lifted the spell on Hermione for the umpteenth time. "I think I've got it down."
He decided that he wouldn't try to learn the Cruciatus Curse, as he didn't see the point in it for now. Other things were more important at the moment.
"What do you think will happen at school when I use the Killing Curse on the dragon?" Harry asked. "We might have to plan for that, too."
"I don't know," Hermione said. "During the last war, the Aurors were allowed to use the Killing Curse in fights. So the more reasonable people should understand that it makes sense to use it in a life-threatening situation."
"Too bad that there aren't many reasonable people around here," Harry said. "The students will probably say I'm the next Dark Lord. Just like in our second year."
"And Dumbledore will be upset, too," Hermione added.
"We will have to move against Dumbledore fast afterwards." Harry said. "But how? I have the cloak, and I can cast the killing curse now, so..."
"That might work for Snape, but Dumbledore and Moody can see through the cloak, can't they?" Hermione reminded him.
"Fuck!" Harry muttered. "Right. We can't use it against them."
"And when you, or we, have to cast spells at them, they will react immediately. We can't even do silent casting yet. It won't be possible to take them out by surprise like that." Hermione said.
"No, we can't duel them." Harry sighed.
"We need... something faster!" Hermione said, her eyes widening.
"Faster?"
"Yes! We need something much quicker than a spell. Something that doesn't require any fancy wand movements or incantations. Something that doesn't allow them any time to react. In short... we need a gun!"
"I-I thought muggle technology doesn't work at Hogwarts?" Harry wondered, though he was intrigued by the idea.
"Electricity doesn't work at Hogwarts." Hermione corrected him. "But there are no electric parts in a gun. We should test it first, and we'd have to practice a bit, but I think it should work."
Harry nodded as he thought about it. "I could sneak out and take the Firebolt to the next larger town. I can use the cloak and unlocking charms to steal some guns and ammunition from a gun shop or a police station. The Imperius might also come in handy."
"That might work. With the Imperius and the cloak, you could probably find a way to get what you want. At a bigger police station, or maybe at a military base." Hermione said. "We could probably take out the professors if we manage to take them by surprise when they're alone. The only problem I see would be that people will suspect us immediately."
"Would the Aurors even recognize that guns were used?" Harry asked.
"Probably not." Hermione said. "They'd probably think someone used a piercing curse or so. But we would still be the first suspects for that when everyone thinks you're a Dark Lord in training."
"Hmm... That's true." Harry said. "We have to be smart about this."
They both pondered the question for a while because Harry looked up and chuckled. The solution was obvious.
"We need a scapegoat!" he announced. "And with the right scapegoat, it will even solve my problems with the school! They students act the way they do because they're dumb and afraid..."
"So, we have to give them something they fear even more." he concluded. "And if they think the Boy Who Lived is the only one to protect them, they will all come crawling back soon enough. Most would, at least."
"How would you do that?" Hermione asked.
"Easy." Harry grinned. "I need to learn how to cast Morsmodre. I need to learn how to cast the Dark Mark!"
Hermione gaped at him for a few moments, before the pieces began falling into place for her and she laughed out loud.
"Oh, that's brilliant, Master!"
That last spell was more difficult to reproduce, as they didn't have any information on it. The Room of Requirement was able to provide them with some notes on it, but no complete instructions. Not only had they seen the Dark Mark that summer, but Hermione also found some pictures of it in some history books, allowing Harry to visualize the intended result perfectly. They experimented with the wand movements for over an hour, and in the end, Harry was able to brute-force it and he managed to conjure the skull-and-serpent sign of the Death Eaters.
"Yes!" he shouted excitedly. "Finally!"
The Dark Mark shone brightly in an eerie green under the ceiling of the room, several yards across in size.
Hermione shuddered at the sight, but she soon smiled slightly, too. She knew that with this deception, many of their problems would be solved at once.
"Great!" Harry said and lowered his want. "Let's go have lunch now. And then..."
He grinned at Hermione. "I think then it's time for you to finally get rewarded for all your help."
"Yes, Master." Hermione agreed excitedly, feeling the heat rise in her nether regions at the thought of what awaited her in the afternoon. Almost giddy with anticipation, she followed her Master out of the Room of Requirement down to the Great Hall.
After a quick lunch, Harry led Hermione back to their quarters.
"Alright. Are you ready for your reward?" he asked when he closed the door behind them.
"Yes, Master." Hermione said eagerly as she knelt down in front of him.
"Get naked then!" Harry said, and the girl quickly stripped out of her clothes.
"Get on the table at the couch and present yourself while I fetch some equipment." Harry told the girl, who crawled to the low table and got into position on top of it. She knelt upright, legs apart and her hands behind her head, arching her back and pushing out her tits as well as her arse, displaying herself in all her naked glory.
Harry returned a minute later, grinning widely at the sight of her. On the couch next to the girl, he laid down various toys, two control amulets, and several potion containers.
"I know that the last session will be hard to top, but we will try." he announced with a wide smile at his very eager slave. "And these things will help us with that."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Hermione replied, nervous and excited both.
"Alright, let's get started then." Harry said and reached for a jar of ointment.
It was the Sensitivity Salve he had bought in Hogsmeade two days earlier. He opened the jar and used a small piece of cloth to gather a dollop of the clear cream, careful to not let it touch his own skin. He grinned at Hermione and moved the cloth towards her breasts, and Hermione moaned softly when he covered her nipples with a copious amount of the salve. He then moved his hands down between her legs and rubbed another dollop of the cream all over her pussy lips and her clit. The girl moaned wantonly at the contact, and the salve hadn't even started working yet.
Moving quickly to get the preparations done, Harry then coated the large dildo of their set with the salve and gently pushed it inside her wet pussy, moving it around inside her to spread the salve all over the inner walls of her vagina.
"Ohh! Yes, Master!" Hermione moaned. "I - oooohhhh my god! I think it's starting - I don't know - I think it's too much, Master! Oh god! I think it's too much!"
Harry only smirked and let go of the toy, leaving it stuck inside her.
"I'm sure you can handle it." He said. "Besides, we haven't even started yet. Now, be a good girl and remove the plug from your arse."
Hermione breathed heavily as she removed the toy from inside her, stretching her anus in the process.
"Hand it to me." Harry told her, and she handed the plug to her Master.
"Oh my god." she whispered nervously when Harry coated the anal plug with the salve and handed it back to her.
"Put it back in."
"Owww fuck!" the brunette cursed as she pushed the anal plug back into her arse. "Oohh wow!"
She moved her hands back behind her head, but it was becoming more and more difficult for her to stay in position. She had a hard time holding herself back from moving her hands between her legs and rubbing her clit to try to bring herself off, even when she knew that such an act would be futile for her.
"Alright. Let's move on." Harry said after he had given the salve the prescribed three minutes to act.
He took a pair of nipple clamps and held them out for Hermione to see, who groaned in response.
"I know they're a bit uncomfortable." he said. "But I'll only activate the vibrations on it. It won't get more painful than the initial pressure. And you know that the vibrations will be worth it."
"Yes, Master." Hermione whispered, and Harry quickly moved to close the clamps shut on her erect nipples.
"OWWW! Fuck! OUCH! Owwww! Thank-Thank you, Master!" Hermione whimpered, the pain she felt much increased by the Sensitivity Salve. And she knew that the pleasurable sensations of the vibrations would be heightened in the same way. She was almost afraid of what awaited her now.
The last toy Harry picked up was a small metal orb with an indentation to one side where he stuck it to the girl's clit. She moaned loudly at the contact that sent spikes of pleasure through her body.
"No clamp on your clit this time." Harry said. "I know you might miss the pain, but in return, the vibrations will be much more powerful with this vibrator."
"Oh god." Hermione whispered, her nervousness increasing.
"Okay, let's get started." Harry grinned at her. "For now, I want you to stay in position, is that understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"Great!" he said and pressed his wand against both control amulets in quick succession, setting the vibrations to the medium of three levels for all toys on and inside his slave.
Hermine almost forgot to breathe when the dildo in her pussy started vibrating and moving around inside her, the anal plug started vibrating and pumping, and the vibrations of the clamps on her nipples and the vibrator on her clit hit her all at once.
"OH GOD! FUCK! Ohhhhhh!" she cried out. "Please, Master, may I cum? Ohhh goooood!"
"Hmmm... Nope." Harry said with a smirk.
"Master, pleeaaase?" Hermione begged desperately.
"Not yet." he decided. "You know yourself that it will be much better when you have to wait for it."
Hermione groaned, and Harry softly patted her head. "But don't worry. I haven't forgotten that this is about rewarding you. You'll only have to stay like this for half an hour."
"Mas-"
"But if you continue to beg, I will make it an hour, and then two." Harry added sternly.
"No, Master. I won't beg. I can do it, Master. I can do it. Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master." Hermione whimpered and closed her eyes, almost crying in her desperate need for an orgasm. She knew that the next half-hour would probably become the longest thirty minutes of her life.
As the minutes passed slowly, Harry just sat back on the couch and watched with appreciation how the girl was slowly losing her mind. She squirmed around on the low table yet always stayed in position, moaning and whimpering loudly, occasionally sobbing quietly before briefly collecting herself, only to fall apart again moments later.
When the half hour neared its end, Harry undressed and then fetched two potion vials from the couch. He took a few drops of the enhancement potion he had tried out before that increased sperm production. He also tried out for the first time a penis enlargement potion that considerably increased his length and girth and would last for several hours.
Hermione hardly noticed her surroundings anymore, lost in the sensations coming from the toys and her need for orgasming, but her eyes still widened when she saw her master's enlarged cock and she moaned loudly in anticipation of what would surely come next.
"Get on all fours!" Harry ordered, and Hermione immediately fell forward and knelt on all fours, arching her back and allowing Harry a great view on her stuffed pussy and arse.
He reached between her legs, rubbing her folds and eliciting more moans from the desperate girl before he slowly pulled the dildo out of her sopping wet pussy.
"Ohhh!" Hermione moaned loudly at the loss, but Harry paid her no mind and instead reached for his wand again. Quickly, he pressed his wand against the control amulets again, increasing the vibrations of the toys the highest setting. The girl's response came at once.
"OOHHH! Oh GOD! Master-Master-Master-mastrmastrma-oooohhh!" Hermione was basically crying now, her mutterings almost unintelligible. She tried not to beg, but she couldn't help herself. She was desperate and completely beside herself.
"Alright." Harry said softly. "Alright, change of rules."
He gently stroked her back and bottom cheeks before he aligned his cock with her sopping wet slit. "You will get to cum soon."
"Ohhh! Thank youuuu, Master!" Hermione moaned, almost crying with relief. "Thank you!"
"For the rest of the day, I will grant you as many orgasms as you want." Harry continued. "You don't have my outright permission for climaxing, but I promise that I'll allow you to orgasm whenever you ask for it for the rest of the day. So it's up to you. You decide."
"May I-" she began at once, but Harry interrupted her.
"The rules first. As I said, you can ask to cum as often as you want. The toys won't stop until we're done, but if you feel you can't take another orgasm, you can just stop asking for permission. Oh, and you're allowed to play with yourself as much as you want, and you may move now as long as you stay on the table. That's it for now. Did you get everything?"
"Yes! Yes, Master! Please, may I cum?" Hermione cried immediately.
Harry grinned and slammed his cock inside her before he answered. "Yes, Pet, you may cum."
"OOHH GOD! YES! YES YES YES YES YEEEEESS!" Hermione screamed as she was rocketed by a mind-blowing orgasm, her eyes rolling back into her head as she rode out her orgasm that almost lasted for a minute.
Harry very much enjoyed the feeling of her impossibly tight squirting pussy clamping down on his cock, and he increased his pace, slamming into her with the full length of his enlarged member, stretching her wider than she had ever been stretched before.
"Oh god! Oh god! I - It's too much, Master!" Hermione screamed as he continued to pound into her. "I need to cum again! Please, I need to cum again!"
"Go ahead." Harry smirked.
"OH FUCK!" she screamed as the next climax hit her. "Ohhhhhh yes! Yes! Oh wow! Ohhh Thank you, Master!"
Harry felt himself getting closer, but Hermione had hardly time to catch a breath before the sensations overtook her again. "Fuck!" she moaned. "Fuck! Again! I need it again! One more! I need one more! Please, Master, one more!"
"Cum then!" Harry said, and this time, her contractions sent him over the edge as well. He exploded inside her, blasting strong pulses of cum deep inside her, filling her womb with his seed.
"OOHHHH YES, MASTER!" Hermione screamed. "YES! Cum inside me! Fill me with your cum! FUCK! YES! Thank you, Master! Thank you!"
"That was amazing, Pet." Harry exclaimed happily as he withdrew from her dripping cunt.
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Hermione replied, pretty exhausted by now.
Without the huge cock pounding into her, she was finally able to gather her breath, even when the other toys were still stimulating her highly-sensitive clit, nipples and anus. She still resolved to hold herself back at least for a few minutes to recover again.
"While you enjoy your break, why don't you clean up the mess you've made?" Harry said and pointed at the table.
Hermione looked down and noted the puddle of pussy juice and cum between her legs on the table.
"In fact, I think you make sure to clean up after yourself every time you make a mess today." Harry added with a smirk.
"Yes, Master." she nodded, only the slightest hint of reluctance in her voice, and she immediately turned around and lowered her face to the table top.
She began lapping up the liquids with her tongue, dutifully swallowing everything, and the degrading act only made her more excited in her current state. She couldn't hold herself back and pushed three fingers into her cum-dribbling pussy, rubbing herself and stimulating her G-spot.
"Please, may I cum?" she whimpered again, despite her earlier resolution to allow herself time to recover.
"Go right ahead." Harry said.
"OOOHHHH GOD! FUCK! YES!" the girl screamed and she squirted all over her hand. "Oh wow!"
Breathing heavily, Hermione withdrew her hand from her pussy, glancing at her sticky fingers covered with sperm and pussy juice.
"Yes, maybe when you're done with the table, you should also clean out your pussy." Harry said.
Hermione could only nod before she brought her face down again and began licking up the new mess she had made at the other end of the table. Then, she licked clean her hand and inserted a finger inside her to gather up the cum inside her, but the sensations were too much for her again.
"Please, may I cum?" she pleaded.
"You're sure?" Harry asked, slightly amused. "That's your fifth one in less than ten minutes. Are you sure you can take it?"
"Yes, Master!" Hermione moaned. "Please, Master, I need it!"
"Alright, you may cum."
"OH YES! YES YES YEEES!" Hermione screamed as she climaxed again. "Thank you Master! Oh God! Wow!"
Coming down from her orgasm, she scooped up some more cum that had dribbled from her pussy and continued cleaning herself.
"If you continue like that, I think I'll soon have to fill up your pussy again." Harry chuckled.
"Oh yes, Master!" Hermione moaned after she had swallowed another mouthful of cum. "Please do that! Please fuck my pussy again!"
"Soon." he promised and watched her as she continued eating up the cum that was dripping from her pussy.
Fifteen minutes and two orgasms for Hermione later, he felt ready to go for another round and made true on his promise to fill her up again.
He didn't last much longer than before. His slave's tight pussy felt heavenly as ever around his cock, especially when she was squeezing down on him during her continued orgasms, and he soon shot another huge load of cum inside her.
Still semi-erect, he withdrew his slick member from her dripping pussy and turned the girl around to face him.
"Lick me until I'm hard again!" he demanded, eager to continue right way.
Hermione didn't hesitate and wrapped her lips around his enlarged cock and started to bob her head on him. She massaged his shaft with her tongue and when his cock was rock-hard again, Hermione raised her head to take him deeper into her mouth and suck him to her fullest.
She tried her best to be a good slut and take him in all the way into her throat, but his enlarged shaft hit the back of her constricting throat before her lips reached the base of his length. She drew back and pressed forward again, gagging on his girth again and again.
Harry enjoyed her efforts for a while before he put his hands on the back of her head and rammed his hips forward while holding her in place. Her throat gave way and he sunk his entire length in her gagging throat.
He picked up his pace and Hermione tried to breathe through her nose while her Master roughly fucked her throat, but she was having difficulties getting enough air. Still, she only tried to relax her throat like a good slut should, so that her Master could put her mouth to its intended use.
It didn't take long until she felt her Master's cock jerk inside her. The sensations sent further shivers of pleasure through her body and she might have orgasmed herself if she had been able to ask for it in that moment.
Harry groaned as he shot several spurts of cum straight down her convulsing throat before he pulled back slightly and began to fill up his slave's mouth.
"Drink it! Drink it all down like the slut you are!" he yelled as he emptied his balls into her throat.
Not wanting to risk spilling any of his precious seed, Hermione wrapped her lips around her Master's shaft as tightly as she could, gulping down one mouthful of cum after another.
Hermione was getting worried that she wouldn't be able to take it all when his orgasm finally abated and he released some last weak spurts of cum into her mouth. She increased her suction and squeezed the last drops of cum from his cock before she opened her mouth and he pulled out of her.
"Good girl!" Harry praised her as he withdrew his limp cock from her mouth.
Hermione gave him a dazed smile, proud of her achievement of having swallowed everything he had given her, though she also felt rather full by now. But her mind was mostly occupied with the pleasurable sensations coming from her toys in her arse and on her nipples and her clit, and her fingers soon found their way into her pussy again.
"May I-may I please cum?" she asked, hopefully looking up at Harry.
"Of course, Pet." he smiled. "Go ahead."
"Ohhhh! YES!" Hermione moaned, orgasming almost at once again. "YES YES YES YES FUCK! Ahh yes!"
"Oh wow. Whew." she sighed contently before she looked down at the mess she had made when she had once again squirted over her hands and on the table top. But she knew what she had to do and immediately began cleaning up the juices just like before.
Their session continued like that for the rest of the afternoon. Harry used Hermione's pussy and her mouth several more times, providing her with a seemingly never-ending supply of cum to eat from her pussy or to drink directly from his cock. When she wasn't busy orgasming, Hermione was wriggling around on the table, lapping up puddles of cum and pussy juice, only to create more puddles as she climaxed and squirted again and again and again.
She lost count somewhere between her twentieth and twenty-fifth orgasm, and she was pretty much delirious by the time Harry finally decided to end their session.
He had to help her under the shower and clean her almost all by himself, and then carried her to bed to let her recover. Even though it was only late in the afternoon, Hermione was asleep almost as soon as Harry laid her down on the bed. She drifted off into sleep with an exhausted but content smile on her lips; her last thoughts resting on that this had been without a doubt the most intense and most pleasurable session for her so far.