The years had not been kind to Draco Malfoy. He was older now, and his facial hair had grown long and unkempt from the years of imprisonment he had been forced to endure. His family now moved on from him, from the 'shame' he brought onto their family.
It had been years since the Battle of Hogwarts, years since that bastard Harry won the hearts and minds of the entire country, while Draco and his family were left picking up the pieces of their lives.
Yes, his father had aligned themselves with the Death Eaters, but none of the Maflory Family participated in the actual battle. They all tried to leave, tried to stay out of it, but merely associating yourself with Voldemort was enough for punishment.
And when the time came and his family was put on trial? What did the great Harry Potter do? Nothing. Draco's family was punished, and he was left sitting in a dungeon, imprisoned for crimes against the state and for helping the Death Eaters murder the great Dumbledore.
Yes, Draco had made… mistakes, but that did nothing to justify the punishment he was forced to endure. For years he had sat in his cells, letting the time slip by, but finally he was ready to make his move, and he would be free from this accursed place.
He lifted himself up, wiping the gruel they called food from his face, and he stumbled towards his door.
"Guards! Guards, please help!" Draco cried, gripping the bars of his cell door, panting as a cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
A couple of passing guards stopped and looked at him, using their wands to shine a light in his face. He was blinded for a moment, before he continued, groaning as a hand clutched his stomach.
"P-please, help me. I-I feel sick. I-I think I'm dying."
"What's wrong? Not enough caviar in your food? Want us to make sure a 'Mudblood' didn't cook it?" One guard laughed, shaking his head as his partner frowned. "Calm down, Malfoy. You'll be fine."
"Hey, hold on," the other guard commented. "Maybe he's really sick. Look at him."
"He's just whining. Still hasn't gotten used to the prison life after all these years, still expecting daddy and his money will save him."
Draco wanted to beat that guard's head in, but he held back his tongue. His fingers tightened around the cold, iron bars of the cell as he ground his teeth. He had to restrain himself.
The prisoner knew the guards well. While one was aggressive, snarky, and not above mocking the inmates of this prison, the other one had a heart far too weak for this job. Draco had seen him talking to the other prisoners, bending over a bit to get them better food and resources, even sharing stories about his life outside the prison walls.
The guard might have even thought of Draco as a friend, and perhaps if circumstances were different, Draco would have even felt bad about tricking him. But alas, this was the sacrifice Draco was willing to make to escape this hole.
"Please. P-please, help me," Draco pleaded, nearly falling to his knees as the kinder guard stepped forward.
"We should take him to the infirmary. Just to get him checked out."
"Fine, but you carry him. I'll follow behind and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."
The guard opened the door and took Draco into his arms, helping the prisoner walk forward. The other, older guard followed behind with a grumble, crossing his arms as he followed behind them.
"How are you feeling, Draco?" the younger guard asked.
"I-it hurts," the young man groaned. "P-please, h-help me…" He stumbled, and would have fallen to his knees if the other guard didn't have his hands on Draco.
"Easy, easy, we're almost to the infirmary, just breathe." Both of his hands were on Draco, trying to ease his pain. Draco could see the man's wand, slipped into a leather holster.
Now or never.
Draco suddenly shoved the man to the ground, slamming his shoulder into his chest. Before he even touched the ground, Draco grabbed the wand and pulled it out of its holster, turning and firing a spell at the older guard.
He was thrown to the ground, knocked out before he could even pull out his wand.
"D-Draco, wait!" The young guard held up his hands as he sat on the ground. Draco didn't want to waste anytime with mercy or weakness, but he did give the guard something.
After all, he was only escaping thanks to the fool's trusting nature.
"Stupify," Draco quickly grunted, and the guard fell onto the ground, eyes wide in a sleep-like trance. "Don't worry. I'll show myself out," he grinned, before he turned and made sure to drive his foot into the older guard's stomach as he left.
So many thoughts coursed through Draco's mind. Revenge, freedom, rage… So many things he wanted to do, but he thought the first thing would be to hurt the man who hurt him. He would destroy Harry Potter, but to do that, he'd first have to deal with his little allies.
Starting with that little Mudblood who calls herself a witch.
Meanwhile, another young man was striking against the famous Harry Potter, though in this case, he had a list of victories under his belt, including but not limited to Harry's wife now adoring him far more than she had ever loved her husband.
James smiled as he looked Ginny over. The scarlet-haired MILF moaned from within her binds, staring at him with such loving, adoring eyes. He had broken the woman fully and completely, reducing the once kind heroine and loyal wife to a slutty, broken bitch who got off on pain and loved being dominated by her own daughter.
He took a moment to just savor this victory. He took a long, deep breath, letting the sweet aroma of their sexual juices fill his nostrils. All the things he had done to, not just Ginny, but so many other women in his private office inside the Ministry of Magic.
James let out a sigh of contentment, before he placed his hands on Ginny's body and fucked her mouth while she hung upside down.
The delicious little slut was hanging upside down in the air, her arms tied behind her back and her legs bound together. The rope that held her arms also wrapped around her chest, meaning every little struggle would drive the ropes into her firm, fleshy tits, squeezing and scratching at them.
Of course, with Ginny, she knew this. She made sure to struggle purely to feel the biting pain of rope against her skin, digging into her full, firm, yet soft tits. They almost felt as good as the hands of her daughter or Master.
Her pussy was treated similarly, with a small knot rubbing against her pussy, digging into her cunt and even grinding against her clit. It all felt so good, and she continued to struggle as James' cock dragged along the inside of her mouth.
Her legs were bound with tight, black leather straps that dug into her skin, and she rubbed her thighs together and her arms continued to fight against her bondage. Every time she struggled, her clit was attacked by the thin rope pressed against her, and she almost came just from that alone as James continued to skull fuck her.
Ginny had gotten quite good at using her mouth on his cock. Her tongue smacked against whatever parts of his dick she could reach, sliding along the top of it as it stretched down her throat. Her breathing was a slight struggle as he moved his hips back and forth, and his balls came closer and closer to her eyes.
She watched them nearly smack her face, and she shuddered as she imagined the sweaty testicles hitting her. James placed his hands on her breasts, pinching and squeezing her nipples as she gagged on his dick. She shuddered from the attack, letting out muffled moans as he twisted her nipples in his hands.
He felt them harden between her fingers as her pussy juices pooled around her clit, before trickling down her body. They were pulled along by gravity, sometimes falling right off her body as James fucked her mouth faster, making her entire body swing to and fro from the intense fucking.
Her lips tightened around his penis, dragging along the veiny shaft as his balls smacked against her face. She moaned loudly, feeling them hit her again and again. She moaned out a thank you as she felt the entire penis slip down her throat, dragging along her tongue.
James pulled his hips back, before pushing them forward again to press his cock against her cheek. He could see the outline of his bulbous head through her skin, before he adjusted and fucked the other cheek, stretching out Ginny's skin.
Tears were pooling in the corner of Ginny's eyes. Those tears fell down her face, either vanishing into her hair or falling down to the ground below. They weren't just tears of pain. They were tears of pleasure, tears of arousal, tears of joy as James returned to plunging his cock down her throat.
"Slut," he growled. "What kind of mother are you? I've seen you suck your own daughter's toes. She uses you like a slut, treats you like a toy, and you love it, don't you?!" He loved reminding Ginny of how far she had fallen. A good thing too, considering she loved being reminded of it.
He slapped her breast, earning another moan as her tongue pressed against his shaft. "What would your parents say if they could see you now, sucking on my dick? Cheating on your husba-aahh," he moaned quietly.
Ginny was sucking harder on his dick, a clear sign that she loved his dirty talk. "What would your husband say?" He moved a hand down, grabbing onto Ginny's hair and pulling her harder towards him.
He pushed his cock all the way into her, pressing his balls against her face, completely cutting off her air supply. Her eyes rolled into her skull as tears fell down her face, but the best part was her pussy juices.
Ginny's pussy juices were going down her belly, before falling onto the rope and even onto her breasts. James made sure to use his free hand to catch some of her own pussy juices and wipe them against Ginny's nipples, coating them in the sweet nectar.
He kept her throat plugged up with his cock, before he suddenly pulled all the way out. Ginny's throat was cleared, but the first thing she did wasn't breathe. It was trying to reach for his head, leaning her head forward just so she could brush her lips against it in a sinful, twisted kiss.
When James kept it just out of reach, she gasped for air, as if remembering she needed to. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes as she begged.
"M-Master, please. I-I want your cock! I need it!"
James held back a laugh as he smirked, stroking a hand along her slender thigh. "Then tell me what you think of your husband, the great Harry Potter."
Ginny didn't hesitate. Whatever love she had for her husband was long since killed, burned away and reduced to ash. "I hate him," she growled. "He's weak, and pathetic. A tiny dicked loser. I hope he rots for ever opposing you. I-I want to ruin him! I want to take his daughter, named after his slutty mother, and turn her into a slut, your slut! I'll happily lick her pussy while you fuck her, Master! While you make her call you Daddy! She's all yours, just like me!"
Oh, he hadn't had to make Lily call him Daddy in weeks. Still, he liked what he was hearing as he stroked his cock with a single hand.
"Fuck her, Master. Fuck me. We're your sluts. We love you more than we could ever love that stupid, worthless man. He's not even a man. He's a little bo-mmph!" She was silenced by a stream of cum splattering against her face.
The first of many, though. James came on Ginny's beautiful features, caking her soft, freckled face with his semen for what might have been the hundredth time. The semen fell onto her forehead, her sunset-colored locks, her cheeks, and, of course, into her waiting, open mouth. She stuck out her tongue, trying to catch more of it as she shuddered, nearly cumming from just the facial alone.
James wiped the tip of his dick against her hair, leaving her panting, every breath tainted with the strong odor of his cum. She licked her lips, trying in vain to lick herself clean as some of his seed dripped down to the ground. She whined as she continued to try and lick herself clean when a distinct sound filled the air.
Someone was knocking on James' door, and he raised his brow as he tucked his penis away and zipped up his pants.
"I'll be right back," he told his slave.
"B-but Master, I-I haven't cum yet."
"And you won't if you make any noise. Understand?" he replied, and she nodded her head vigorously, splattering more cum onto the ground and even getting some of it on her chest.
No cum might as well have been starvation for the sexy mother.
Still, James cast a couple of quick spells on her to make sure she wouldn't be found. A silencing spell to keep her quiet, even if she was just begging him for more pleasure, and invisibility to keep her and the growing puddle under her out of sight.
James then walked over to his front door and opened it, finding an agent from the Ministry of Magic to be just outside his door.
He motioned the young man inside, before speaking. "Something I can do for you, my friend?"
The agent was quick and to the point. "Draco Malfoy has escaped, sir. He stole a wand and knocked out several guards before escaping. As a member of Dumbledore's Army and one of Minister Bones' closest officers, she thought you should know."
"Draco?" James commented, raising his brow.
"Yes. Minister Susan Bones mentioned you have prior history with him."
That was a bit of an exaggeration. Beyond knowing him as well as any member of Dumbledore's Army did, James had argued with Draco a few times in the past. After all, James had no time for the speeches about racial purity or other such nonsense. In his mind, it didn't matter what kind of blood a witch or wizard had, only how they could benefit James.
The man did remember one particularly bad meeting the two had. Draco had insulted Hermione, and while Ron was throwing up slugs, James confronted the pompous little brat, defending Hermione while Draco spat in James' face.
"We believe Draco also has something to do with the rush of disappearances lately."
"Oh?" James blinked, eyes widening as he fought to control himself. He fought back a grin as the agent continued.
"Yes, sir. Perhaps some remnant of Death Eaters and Draco have allied themselves together to kidnap so many of the women in Harry Potter's circle."
"Yes, that does man sense," he nodded his head.
"Minister Bones also asked if you wanted to be brought into the case?" That certainly piqued his interest. "We are currently tracking him now. He must not have known that all of the guards' wands were enchanted with tracking spells just in case something like this were to happen."
"I see. Yes, I do believe I would like to be brought in."
"Yes, sir. I'll notify Minister Bones."
"Don't bother. I'll do it myself. I will take care of it within the day. I just have a few important documents I need to sign for the Minister before I can leave."
"Yes, sir," the man nodded, before he turned and walked out of the room. The agent closed the door behind him, leaving James to finally grin with all of the joy he had been feeling.
If he played his cards right, this would all work out in his favor. He just had to manipulate the idiots at the Ministry and little Draco, but if he could…
James walked back to where he had left Ginny and with a wave of his wand, she appeared once more. He smiled as he saw drool trickling down her head, mixing with the layer of cum he had left on her face.
With a wave of his hand, the binds gently carried Ginny to the ground, letting her rest on his floor. He didn't let her go, no, he had much better plans in mind for her. James held up his wand and waved it in the air, and suddenly Ginny let out a loud, trembling moan as she felt vibrations hitting her sensitive regions.
This was one of James' favorite spells to use on his sluts lately. The spells made her feel as though there were several vibrators on her body, one on each of her nipples, digging against the hard nubs, another on her slit, bumping into the sensitive clit, one inside of her pussy, beating against her warm, moist walls, and another in her ass, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body.
James watched Ginny writhe on the ground, mewling and moaning in pleasure as she struggled once more against her binds. The rope pressed against her pussy, digging into her cunt, mixing with the invisible force as her body trembled.
Any normal woman would have cum by now, but James had made sure that wouldn't happen. She needed permission from one of her superiors, a lovely little spell James had created with Hermione's help.
All Ginny could do was tremble on the ground, humping the rope and invisible force vibrating against her body. Her pussy juices spilled onto the ground, making a larger puddle as James grinned.
He'd leave her here for now. He did so love to torment the delicious little MILF. James wasn't completely cruel, though. He used his wand to send a parchment of paper to Susan for later. The memo would make sure Susan would come by to take Ginny back to his place in a few… Hmm..
Hours, James decided, giving Ginny a sliver of mercy today.
'Oh, and make sure Lily and Rose use her however they see fit. Love, James,' he wrote, before sending the memo off to reach Susan sooner or later.
With that done, James left Ginny where she was, writhing and nearly cumming on his floor. She was trapped on the edge of pleasure, first begging James to let her cum, before reduced to incoherent babbling as her pussy juices continued to pool under her legs.
It didn't take long for James to actually find Draco. The Ministry already had a trail behind the inmate, and the tracking spell made it almost child's play to find him after that. The only thing stopping them was that they were waiting on their superior's orders to actively pursue Draco.
Thankfully, Susan was all too happy to give James permission to strike. The other agents were told to stand back and keep an eye on all of the exits as James walked forward into the not so hidden building that Draco had been hiding in before.
The abandoned house was a tiny little thing on the outskirts of London, actually. James approached the house in the dead of night, easily using his wand to unlock the door and disable any traps or alarms that Draco might have left.
A less skilled wizard might have fallen to the traps, but not James. He moved swiftly and quickly, soon finding Draco eating on the floor. Draco bit into some bread, tearing at it with his teeth, completely ignorant of the man approaching him from behind.
James noticed Draco's wand by the escapee's hand, and he grinned as he gave Draco a fighting chance.
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen."
Draco nearly jumped up. He scrambled to pick up the wand, aiming it at James, but with a simple flick of his wrist, Draco's stolen wand was knocked out of his hand and rolled into the corner of the room.
"You poor, poor fool," James sighed, a chuckle in his voice as he shook his head side to side.
Left without a weapon, Draco fell onto the only thing he could do against James. He insulted the man, spitting out vulgarities and insults at his fellow wizard.
"You're a damn traitor, James! Do you hear me?! A blood traitor in love with, with filthy Mudbloods!"
"Is that so?" James replied, on the verge of laughing. He stepped forward and Draco stepped back, and there was something in Draco's eyes that James just loved.
Draco had always been a little shit. A bastard from a horrible family, always spouting insults and racists remarks, always thinking he was so high and mighty… Look how far he had fallen now. It was pathetic, James thought, and he hoped to rub it into Draco's face as he stepped closer.
"Y-yes! You should be helping me! Instead you're a backstabbing bastard! You're nothing but trash! You should be helping one of the great houses, not acting as Potter's lap dog!"
Oh, that pissed James off. His eyes narrowed as he moved his wand, and suddenly Draco's clothes betrayed him. They turned into bindings to keep his arms and legs secure, letting the brat fall onto the ground as more of his clothes turned into a gag to keep Draco silent.
James had gotten rather good at imprisoning others with such spells. "I am no one's lap dog, Draco," he replied as he walked closer to the struggling prisoner.
The young man was ready to take Draco to jail when something stopped him. Not pity or mercy, of course, but an idea that would send Draco to a fate possibly worse than death. James grinned ear to ear as he thought it over, looking down at Draco and noticing how similar he was to his restrained slave, Ginny.
Of course the facial hair had to go. The whole body really, but kept those eyes and that hair, add in a few more traits to make him into something more pliable for James… Yes, this would work wonderfully.
"It's your lucky day, Draco," James smirked. Draco blinked, tilting his head as James crouched down before the prisoner. "Don't worry. I'm not taking you back to jail. In fact, I'm going to help you escape!"
"What?" Draco's muffled voice replied.
James turned his head, and he found what he needed. A small rat scurried by, before James shot a small beam of purple lightning at it. It froze, before it began to grow in size, and the fur vanished from its skin.
Draco watched with wide, confused eyes as the rat grew and grew until it was a perfect copy of himself. The Draco-rat turned his head this way and that as James laughed.
"Fitting, isn't it?" he asked.
As much as that might have insulted Draco, the blond grinned, believing he had found a way to escape. He couldn't believe his luck. He certainly didn't understand it. He didn't know why James was helping him, but he didn't really care either.
But before Draco could ask anything, James spoke two words that made Draco's blood turn cold. "Avada Kedavra."
Then with a burst of emerald light, the copy fell to the ground, dead on impact. It didn't move, it didn't even make a sound. It just laid still as Draco's eyes slowly turned to look at James. Before he could even try to utter an answer, James casted another spell on him and knocked Draco out.
Draco awoke to two different sensations. His arms were bound together, the leather cuffs biting into his wrists slightly, and the cuffs were on some kind of hook. His feet were touching the ground, but only barely. He was hanging off of the ceiling, his body stretched out as his arms were raised to the roof.
That was the first thing he felt. What he heard was something different entirely. He heard what sounded like flesh smacking into flesh. It was a quiet sound, but it was growing louder as he began to come to, waking from his sleep.
The strange clapping sound grew louder and louder until it was all Draco could hear, but he couldn't see anything. The room was dark, and his eyes were still adjusting as he struggled against his binds.
"Where am I?" he shouted over the strange noise, only to frown as something felt… off about his own voice. He tried to understand just what was wrong, but it was impossible to think with that wet pounding growing louder. "What is that-?!"
Then he heard something mixing in with that sound. A woman's moan, and Draco's eyes widened as he realized just what it sounded like. His face burned hot and his pale skin turned a rosy hue as he gulped.
Draco wasn't some innocent child. He hadn't been for a long, long time. He knew what the sound of some woman being fucked sounded like, but he had never… He had never been so close to it before.
W-was that porn? Was someone playing porn near him? N-no, that sounded too real. It had to be real, and it was happening right behind him. He gulped, struggling against his binds again as he tried to speak.
"W-what is this?! What's wrong with you?! Release me, n-now!" he screamed, but again, his voice felt off. It was pitched higher, and-
His train of thought was derailed as the hook the chains were held on were turned without even being touched. Draco swung slightly as he came face to face with the source of the noise. He saw that Mudblood witch, Hermione, bouncing on top of James' cock.
Both of them were naked, and Hermione's tits were jiggling up and down as she lifted herself up and down the thick cock. Draco's eyes widened when he saw the cock. It was huge. Far larger than his. It was like comparing a branch and tree trunk, and even as he tried to look away, his eyes locked on the thick member almost as much as it stared at the Mudblood's curvaceous body or bouncing breasts.
Hermione was going wild with pleasure, nothing like the arrogant, cold woman Draco was used to seeing. Her eyes were unfocused and her tongue licked the air as her hands stroked James' muscular chest. She moaned, trembling as her hips moved side to side to better let the cock pound her insides.
Draco's eyes glanced at James, and the bigger man locked eyes with his prisoner. He stopped fucking Hermione's pussy, holding her by her hips to keep her from riding him anymore. The blond's eyes widened, before he put on anger and rage. "Why am I tied up, you blood traitor?! Free me!"
Now that James wasn't pounding Hermione's pussy, Draco could hear just what was wrong with his voice. Or rather, her voice. When Draco spoke, a woman's voice was coming out, uttering the words he wanted to say…
"W-what did you do to me…?" He, or rather she, whispered as horror and realization dawned on her. "M-my voice," she squeaked. She ground her teeth and barked at the two, pulling on her binds as James and Hermione laughed. "What did you do to me?!"
This couldn't be happening. No, it wasn't possible. Draco shook his head, rejecting the very idea of t-this. No, it wasn't possible. It couldn't be possible! He refused to believe it...
James moved his head slightly, and even in the dark Draco could see he was motioning to the right. Draco turned her head faster than she expected, and a light seemed to appear in the room, illuminating another prisoner in the room.
Draco's eyes widened at this… gorgeous woman that was staring back at him. The naked woman had pale skin, but that just gave a unique beauty to her. Her full, plump lips were in an O shape, her large, full breasts jiggled with every breath, and her round, heart-shaped ass jiggled slightly as she fought against her bindings.
Her long, blonde hair stretched down her back, like strands of gold going down her body, stopping at the middle of her back.
She was… she was so gorgeous. Her perky nipples that sat atop those large, full tits that defied gravity. Her flawless skin that lacked a single blemish or mark. Her bright, silver eyes that shined bright even in the dark…
Wait…
She turned her head, and the woman did the same. He saw the light reflecting off of the woman, and it was at that moment he realized that… That it was a mirror, and that this naked woman was her.
Draco's ruby lips parted in a silent scream, shaking in horror, before she looked at James. "T-turn me back!" She wanted it to sound like an order, but it came out more like a little girl's whining. "C-change me back! You will change me back! Now!"
Hermione was the one to reply this time. James didn't seem to even pay attention to Draco anymore, as if he was now bored of the man turned sexy bimbo. He resumed fucking Hermione, slowly lifting her up and down his cock as the brunette tried to speak. It wasn't easy, of course.
She could feel that cock pressing into her insides, rubbing along her moist, sensitive walls, kissing the entrance to her womb with its bulbous tip. Draco watched, her eyes locked on the cock sliding in and out of Hermione's pussy.
James was so big that Draco could see the outline of his cock against Hermione's skin. Draco whimpered, shaking as her legs pressed together, feeling a bizarre and different sensation as she felt something wet touch her inner thighs.
"T-that isn't going t-to-oooh!" Hermione trembled, digging her fingers into James' chest, before stroking his smooth skin. "That isn't going to h-haaahh-ppen, Draco." She was panting, sweat trickling down her gorgeous body as she stared into Draco's silver eyes.
Hermione placed a hand on her own chest, groping and squeezing her own tit, digging a finger into a nipple as she continued. "I gave you a po-ooh fuck, a potion while you were out cold after mmm… After my Master changed you into a dirty, l-little slut! Fuck!"
The hazel-haired woman didn't seem annoyed at being fucked during her explanation. If anything, she giggled, stroking James' body and giving him a loving smile, eyes glistening. She lifted herself up, trying to match the thrusts James was giving her as she continued.
"James turned you into our little s-s-sluuut, but the potion I-fuck, fuck- yes, right there! The potion I made might be the best part. It'll make you, mmmph, harder, James, you… make you more open to suggestions. You'll be naturally submissive to anyone you see as your better. Which is practically everyone," Hermione teased, before gasping as James spanked her ass. "Oh, fuck… You're so big inside of me, Master…"
She giggled, sounding almost drunk on the pleasure that James gave her. The man fucking her smiled back, and their fingers touched as they locked hands with one another. There was a clear love there, something more than the violent dominance he exerted over the other sluts in his harem.
James would have been happy to just keep doing this with his favorite slut, but there was the elephant in the room. Or rather, the unbroken bimbo in the room…
Draco could barely hear and comprehend the explanation, though. Her eyes were locked on the two, impossible to turn away from them as light shined over their bodies. Everything else was dark, even the mirror seemed to fade into the shadows. There were only those two in there with her.
They were all she could see, all she could hear, all she felt… Draco's pussy juices slid down her leg as her heart raced in her chest and she nibbled on her lower lip. When Hermione and James were lost in each other's eyes, Draco finally spoke, slowly shaking her head side to side.
"No. No, you're lying. I-I would never submit to a Mudblood like you, or your filthy blood traitor boyfriend!"
"Oh, Draco," Hermione giggled. "He's not my boyfriend. He's my Master," she corrected. "And he's your Master too. Why don't you start calling him that from now on?"
Draco scoffed, spitting at the ground as she glared at Hermione. Her eyes glanced at James as she uttered the words her heart fed her. "Master, can you believe this Mudblood here?" The man laughed as Draco's brow wrinkled, before realization dawned on her again and she shook her head. "N-no! No!"
James continued to laugh, sharing a quick kiss with his favorite slave, before the two looked at Draco. He grinned, licking his teeth before he started to really have fun with the newly made woman. "I suggest you apologize to Hermione. She's not some slut you can insult. None of my girls are to you."
Girls…? James had more women under his thrall? Draco didn't have much time to wonder the question before James continued.
"Hermione is my bride. She's special, and you should beg for her forgiveness."
"Yes, Master," Draco obeyed. "I'm sorry, Mistress Hermione. I was so wrong to insult you. I was bad," she apologized, before her eyes widened. "N-no, I didn't mean that, I-"
"You should tell Hermione how gorgeous she is. She is beautiful, isn't she?" Hermione giggled at what James was saying, kissing his cheek as Draco was compelled to obey.
"S-she's gorgeous. Like an angel. She's so perfect, a-and beautiful…"
"Apologize for calling her all those nasty things back in Hogwarts."
"I-I'm sorry. I was so wrong to call you all those things back in Hogwarts. I never should have insulted you. I never-"
"We both know who the better student was, Draco," Hermione grinned. "Why don't you be honest and tell Master James who the smartest one is between you and I?"
"You. You're much smarter than me," Draco replied, the words practically falling out of her mouth. Her mind tried to fight it, tried to bite down on her lower lip to keep her mouth shut, but the words kept coming out from the deepest depths of her heart. "You were always better than me."
Hermione laughed, clearly enjoying the show as James held up his wand. He moved it slightly, and suddenly the chains holding Draco came undone. She was freed, each and every one of her bindings evaporating into nothingness as she fell on her new, slender legs.
Her legs quivered when they hit the ground, but before she could even try to run, James spoke again. "Why don't you stay where you are and listen to us? You want to be a good slave, don't you?"
"S-slave?" Draco whimpered, blushing as her feet remained planted into the ground. Still, she nodded her head so quickly that her breasts were jiggling slightly. "I-I'll stay. R-right here."
"Good girl." There was something in James' voice that left Draco panting. Her pussy juices dripped down her legs as she smiled, overjoyed at fulfilling her duties as his slave. "Why don't you dance for us? Show off that body of yours."
"Dance…?" Draco blinked, before she tried to obey her Master. She swayed her hips back and forth, slowly, before placing her hands on her naked tits. She squeezed and groped them, playing with them as her eyes fell shut.
This new body was sensitive. Draco had no idea how to please herself, before she tried her best, kneading her own tits as she felt her Master's eyes on her body. She hoped he was staring at her tits. They were so full and plump, and she gasped as her nipples began to harden.
"D-does this please you, Master?" she asked, turning around and bouncing her ass side to side for the powerful wizard.
"Mmm, yes, it does. Spank yourself," he commanded, and she obeyed, smacking her own ass cheek. "Again." She hit herself again, moaning quietly as her legs quivered under her. "Turn around."
She obeyed, facing him and Hermione as the two stood before her. "You should imitate my bride," he suggested, and Draco looked at Hermione, staring at her as she began to mimic her better.
Hermione groped her own breast, moaning quietly as she squeezed her tit and pinched her nipple. Draco did the same thing, gasping as she felt her hard nipple with her fingers. She did her best to match the skill Hermione used on herself, before she watched Hermione's hand slide down her stomach.
Draco's hand did the same, sliding her own pale hand down her body, gently brushing against her wet pussy.
"I...I'm wet?" the blond gasped, her breath hushed. She had never felt this way before. This was nothing like being aroused as a man. There wasn't a tightness under his pants, but a moist, yet burning need inside of her body.
Her pussy lips gently quivered against her finger as she watched Hermione rub her own clit. Draco did the same, and she gasped again, eyes widening as her face burned hot.
"Now do just like this." Hermione pushed a finger into her body, and she let out a sensual, drawn out moan as her finger filled her tight cunt.
Draco did the same, and she almost came on the spot from the heavenly sensation. She didn't even listen to her Master's command this time. She didn't need to. Her own submissive nature pushed her forward.
The young woman spent so much of her life acting like she was the one in charge, like she had the power. The truth was, deep down, Draco desired to submit to someone else. Draco was a submissive, weakling who would give herself to her betters…
In her youth, she thought that was the Death Eaters. Now, she knew better.
Three fingers pushed into her pussy, fingering her in and out as she panted, shaking from the pleasure as she moaned loudly. Her legs bent slightly and she nearly fell to the ground as her fingers rubbed against the walls of her soaking cunt.
Her pussy juices fell to the ground and trickled down her legs as Hermione and James grinned.
"Those fingers are nothing compared to a cock, Draco," Hermione commented. Draco's eyes widened, and she gulped as she looked up at the two. She watched as Hermione swayed her hips side to side as she moved closer to James, placing a hand on the thick shaft. "Look at it. Look at this big, huge cock. It's broken so many sluts. You could be one of them."
Hermione wrapped a hand around the cock, moving her hand up and down as the thick member throbbed between her fingers.
"It's so huge." Draco couldn't imagine something so big inside of her… The very thought left her legs shaking as drool dripped down her chin. "The biggest cock there is… Can you imagine how good it will feel inside of you?"
No. She couldn't, but that didn't change how much she wanted it. Draco licked her lips, and she watched as Hermione brought her own fingers to her lips. She licked them, tasting her own juices as Draco did the same.
She took it a step further, though, stuffing three fingers into her mouth and fingering herself as she sucked on the digits. Her tongue smacked against them, licking them clean as she got on her knees.
"P-please, Master James. Fuck me?" She returned her hand to her pussy and spread her pussy lips apart for him. "Fuck me… I-I want your cock! I want your big, fat cock to pound my new pussy!"
"Oh? You want me to pop your cherry?"
Just the way he said that made her heart skip a beat. She beamed, nodding her head as she pleaded. "Y-yes. You can pop my cherry. Fuck my cunt. F-fuck me! Fuck me while Mistress sits on my worthless face!"
She bowed before the two, stretching her arms out towards them as her forehead brushed against the ground. "I-I want to make you both cum to further apologize for all of my sins! Please, let me be a good slut for you. I-I would do anything for you!"
James walked forward, and Draco had a wide grin on her face. She stood up tall on shaky legs as her tits jiggled slightly from her panting. She was short on breath, but life on arousal, desperate to finally be loved by her Master like Hermione had the honor of being.
The taller man stood over Draco, and she realized just how small her female body was. She was always smaller than James, but now she felt like a doll, something that could easily be broken in his arms.
Her pussy gushed with her juices as she licked her lips. She wanted to be broken…
James wrapped his arms around Draco and he kissed her. She moaned into his mouth as he stole her first kiss, plucking it from her like how a Muggle would take an apple.
Of course, racial purity was the farthest thing from her mind as James' tongue was pushed into her mouth. She wasn't sure what to do. This was the first time someone had ever kissed her like this. Draco wrapped her arms around James' neck, before she stood on the tips of her toes and tried to kiss back.
Her tongue met with James, gently slapping against his. He retaliated by smacking back much harder, and she more as his tongue continued to slap and hit hers, wrestling and coiling against hers. Draco had no defense, nothing she could do as James' tongue explored her mouth.
Draco's tongue was pinned and dominated as his tongue pressed against the walls of her mouth, pushing against the inside of her cheeks, before moving along her teeth. As his tongue continued to fuck her mouth, his hands groped and squeezed her large breasts.
They were a good pair, soft, yet firm, but they weren't the biggest of his harem. She was a good fuck, but James was happy to throw Draco down to the bottom of his harem, even lower than Ginny.
One of his hands continued to play with her breast, squeezing and groping the udder as his palm pressed against her nipple. He could feel it poking against his palm as his other hand moved down her body to spank and squeeze her ass.
He gave it a firm squeeze, before spanking it, earning a moan from her mouth. He kept doing it, spanking that ass cheek again and again, making her jiggle against him. Soon her ass was painted red, and it was starting to sting, but still, Draco focused only on the kiss.
She didn't break the kiss. No matter how much it hurt. No matter how badly she needed to breathe. She just wanted to be a good slut for her Master. Once one side of her ass was turned red, James began to smack the other side, turning her skin a nice, rosy shade.
Once both of Draco's ass cheeks were ready, James broke the kiss and finally allowed her to breathe. She was panting as James pushed down on her shoulder, making her sink to her knees as she drooled with a hungry need.
She looked at him for approval, and he nodded his head. That was all she needed as she impaled her head on his cock, letting it slide down her throat. She gagged, eyes widening as she began to choke on the massive member.
It hurt like hell, but she kept it up, making it halfway down his dick as she tried to better suck his dick. Her lips dragged along his savory, veiny flesh as she pulled her head back and pushed forward again.
Her lips and jaw ached as the dick was stuffed down her throat. She started picking up inches, choking on the member as tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. She kept going, forcing the penis down her throat, letting it hurt her as she squeezed her eyes shut. Tears fell down her face as she pushed, feeling more and more of the meaty sausage fill her throat until her nose was pressed against his crotch, buried deep in his pubic hair.
She took a deep whiff of his crotch, before pulling back, letting the dick slip out of her mouth, before she leaned in forward again. Draco fucked her head on the cock, moaning against the veiny rod.
Draco even turned her head a bit, letting the bulbous tip press against the inside of one cheek, before it pressed against the other. The outline of the phallic beam could be seen through her skin as she let the dick press against her cheek. She kept it up, moving back and forth as she tasted a glob of precum flowing out of the penis.
It fell on the inside of her mouth, right on her tongue, and she moaned loudly at the same. It tasted so good. Her pussy juices dripped onto the ground as Draco placed a hand on her pussy, gently rubbing down on her clit.
The pleasure of getting her throat fucked and her clit fingered, mixed together, and Draco could feel her orgasm well on its way. James was first, though, partly thanks to the loving touch of his bride. Hermione rubbed her hand against his balls, massaging them as they slapped against Draco's face. James smiled at his love, before he trembled and his cock throbbed inside of Draco's mouth.
Cum shot down her throat, flowing like a river down into her stomach as her eyes widened. Tears fell down her face as she tried to swallow it all, but Hermione placed a hand on her, holding her in place so that James could fire his load down into her belly.
For Draco, it was like trying to stuff a hose down her throat. She felt like she was being overfilled, overwhelmed. Cum was spurting out from between her lips and the thick penis, and even dripping out of her nose.
James pulled his hips back, and the last spurts of semen fell onto Draco's face. She quivered from the blast, trying not to cough or hurl as she squeezed her eyes shut. Semen caked her features, even dripping down her hair as she swallowed the load and gasped for air.
A trickle of drool and semen dripped down her lower lip, but Hermione licked it up, before kissing Draco. Draco didn't know how to respond at first as Hermione stuffed her tongue into her mouth, tasting any leftover semen she might have had.
"Let's get to the main course. Get her in position, my love." Hermione nodded her head, taking Draco's body and turning her around until she was on all fours, ass facing James.
The blonde was shaking with anticipation, gasping as she felt the bulbous tip rub against her gushing, wet womanhood. She moaned, nibbling on her lower lip as James rubbed the tip against her pussy, before he began to push forward.
Draco's eyes widened, before she let out a loud, mewling moan of pleasure as her quim was stuffed full of his dick. Her arms nearly gave out under her as Hermione played with her large tits, pulling on the blonde's nipples as Draco cried out.
More and more of James cock was stuffed inside of her. It pressed against the walls of her pussy, draggling along them until she was completely filled with his member.
Draco had expected some pain, but all she felt was ecstatic pleasure. Any pain she did feel was only a spice to the fun, making her body feel even better as she tried to move her hips back, and take more of the cock.
"She's a natural," James laughed, before spanking one of her asses. "But let's see if she can take me at my best." Hermione kissed Draco's lips, and the two swapped spit and what little remained of the semen in her mouth as James began to pick up speed.
Draco moaned into Hermione's lips, trembling as her entire body quaked from the pounding. His balls smacked against her body as his hands spanked and slapped her ass. One hand stopped to grab her hair, pulling on it and breaking the two's kiss.
Hermione licked and sucked on Draco's neck, leaving marks as James continued to batter her womanhood. Pussy juices dribbled onto the ground, pooling between her legs as her arms gave out. Her arms were limp, hanging weakly as James continued to fuck her cunt, driving her into a moaning, fucked silly mess.
Draco's eyes rolled into her skull as her tongue licked at the air, drool spilling down her face. She let out a raw, throaty moan as Hermione's fingers dug into Draco's firm, yet soft, tits.
"Do you want my cum, slut?!" James grunted, slamming his cock into a cluster of nerves.
"Y-yes! Yes! Yes! I want your cum! I want to cum! I love you, Master! I love you, I love you, I-ahhh! AHH! Oh, fuck!" she screamed, and that was the last moment of Draco's life. The person she used to be broke, shattered under the weight of James' huge cock.
He came inside of her, semen shooting right into her womb as she let out a scream of euphoria. Her scream filled the room as cum coated the inside of her pussy, clinging to the moist, warm walls of her cunt. Semen dripped out from between their bodies, mixing with the puddle under her as James dropped Draco's hair.
Draco's face hit the ground, but she couldn't be bothered to feel pain. All she felt was pleasure as she smiled, pussy quivering around his cock, squeezing tightly in a vain attempt to keep all of his cum inside of her.
Hermione and James embraced one another, smiling down at their newly broken in slut…
James and Hermione left Draco on her knees, her hands tied behind her back while all three of her holes were stuffed with plastic dildos. The smooth, phallic toys were moving back and forth, enchanted by a spell from Hermione.
The loving couple watched as the dildos moved in and out, fucking Draco's ass, her cum-filled cunt, and her mouth. They smiled with pride at their work, with Hermione's arms wrapped around his. Her breasts brushed against his muscular arm as her pussy dripped his seed down to the ground beneath them.
"Come on, my love. Let's go," James chuckled, leading Hermione to the exit.
"Mmm, with pleasure, Master."
They could hear Draco's moans through the dildo fucking her throat. Despite the painful position she was in, her glee at submitting to her new Master was clear. Draco was dead, and James decided to make that death official.
"Your new name is… Nessa," he declared. She moaned in response, her mind rewriting itself at his command. Though honestly, he wasn't sure if the moan was acknowledgement or if it was just from the slut having another orgasm.
Oh, well. He didn't really care, honestly. This new slut was going to be the bottom of the hierarchy he had made with all of his whores. She would sit at the bottom, below even Ginny.
He couldn't wait to see what his sluts did to the once proud bitch.