James knew better than anyone to enjoy the simple things in life. He had taken today as something of a 'rest' day, a day to focus on himself, to rest and enjoy the fine simplicities of life.

Fine food, a heavenly bath, and, of course, the sexiest sluts the Magical World had ever known. He didn't even leave the house today. He took care of himself, relaxing on the peaceful Saturday afternoon.

He even shaved his pubic hair. As nice as it was to have the girls' bury their noses in it, it was also nice to get a nice, clear view of them choking on his massive schlong. He made sure to fuck Ginny and Lily's faces one after another to make sure he could take in their tears and pink cheeks.

Truly, life was about the simpler things.

It was night now, and James was ready to go to bed with his many sluts. So many gorgeous women to bed and have sex with, where to start? Where to end? Hell, who said it had to end?

Ouroboros. Fuck them all endlessly for the rest of his life. Maybe even beyond…

James blinked as he was brought out of his fantasy by a familiar voice.

"I see you had fun," Hermione commented, walking over Lily's body.

The young slut's face was covered in semen, and she might have even choked on it if she wasn't careful. Her eyes followed Hermione, but she did nothing, too exhausted from her Master's skull fucking to do anything.

Lily laid on the ground, her inner thighs slick with the pussy juices she had left on herself. Her Master hadn't even touched her pussy, fuck, she didn't after he had told her not to, but she still came just from sucking his dick.

The young woman licked up some cum, moaning at the taste as her eyes fell shut. She fell asleep as Hermione stood over her sister-in-law, Ginny Weasley-Potter. The MILF laid on the ground, whimpering as her fingers fucked her cunt.

"M-Mastaaah! Mas-ah-ahhh!" James had placed a spell on her. A special little something to keep her fingers thrusting in and out of her cunt.

Her muscles could ache, she could have been sleep deprived for over a day, she could beg him to let her rest, but her fingers still moved. Hermione watched with an amused smile as Ginny leaned her head back and cried out, shaking as yet another orgasm rocked through her body.

The cum on her large, full tits and beautiful face only made her humiliation better. Hermione lifted up her food and unlike Ginny's daughter, Hermione drove her foot into Ginny's breast. The red-haired slut moaned loudly as she was stepped on, and Hermione smiled with joy as Ginny's hard nipple poked against the sole of her foot.

Hermione pushed her foot down on Ginny, stepping on it until as the scarlet-haired woman groaned in pain, but a moan was clearly just hiding under the surface. James laughed as he watched, leaning back into his chair as he watched his favorite slut bully one of his lowest whores.

The intelligent brunette glanced at her partner, smiling as she eyed his throbbing cock. Hermione continued to push her foot against Ginny's tit, before lifting it up. She grabbed Ginny's hard, protruding nipple between two of her toes, pulling on it, lifting it up, before watching it fall back down.

It quietly clapped against Ginny's chest as the mother whined, tears falling down her cum caked face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, slut. Did that hurt?" Hermione asked, only to giggle with amusement as she brought her foot over to Ginny's face. The mother's eyes widened, and for a moment, she wondered just how her life had come to this.

She was a normal woman once. A happy mother. At least, she thought she was happy, even if it was an ignorant kind of joy. She gulped as she imagined her husband, the man who she thought she had loved.

The Boy Who Lived.

She remembered their first kiss. Feeling his lips against hers as he held her. She remembered how magical it felt. Ginny thought of Harry Potter… before she lifted her head off of the floor and pressed her lips against Hermione's foot.

Things were so twisted now. She and Hermione were like lovers, but only for their Master's entertainment. The two had no real love for one another. Desire and lust, certainly, but her heart was spoken for.

Both of their hearts were owned by James. He had ripped them out of the hands of their husbands' and he made them his. The two women submitted to him, even damning their own daughters, friends, and family to his cock.

Ginny's lips pressed against Hermione's foot, feeling James' cum on it. A bit of it fell onto her face, smearing against her skin as she nuzzled the foot. She parted her lips and dragged her tongue along Hermione's foot, wiping it clean of their Master's seed.

Oh, fuck, it felt so good! It was so hard to think about her husband when she tasted her Master's cum. When she could, those thoughts were quickly corrupted and twisted inside of her.

She wondered why she ever wasted her time with the man? James was so much better. So much stronger. So fucking big… And his cum tasted so good.

So good. So good! So- Ginny suddenly moaned as Hermione angled her foot and shoved her cum-coated toes into the younger woman's mouth. Her eyes widened, before her pussy quivered and she came from the sensation of being fucked in the mouth again.

It was even more humiliating than when her Master would pound her throat with his huge, veiny shaft. She loved sucking on his dick and feeling his balls smack against her chin, but feeling Hermione's toes push in and out of her mouth, sliding along her tongue and teeth, and all while coated in the heavenly cum of her Master…?

Ginny came from the sensation, and her orgasm was obvious to everyone in the room. Lily giggled where she laid, slurping up some cum as she opened one of her eyes.

"Mommy's such a big slut," she panted as Hermione laughed.

"Did you really just cum from sucking on my foot? You really are a slut. Imagine if Harry could see you now."

And the worst part was that Ginny wanted him to. She wanted her darling husband to see her right now. She wanted him to see what she had done to their beautiful little girl. James had corrupted Lily, turning the woman into a dirty, kinky whore who loved forcing her mommy to suck on her clit.

The spell afflicting Ginny hadn't waned or slowed down while Hermione bullied her. If anything, it was given new life as it no longer forced Ginny to finger fuck herself, it just made her fingers move quicker.

Ginny dragged her tongue along the toes in her mouth. Her lips were in pain, feeling like they were being split apart, but she didn't care. She just did her best to get every drop of cum of those toes, even sliding her tongue between the other woman's toes.

Oh, and what if Hermione's husband could see them now…? What if Ginny's big brother could see his wife shoving her foot into his sister's mouth, and his sweet, little sister was sucking on those toes, cleaning them of cum.

One of Ginny's hands groped and squeezed her tit, shaking as Hermione smiled. She was mauling her own breast as her other hand practically slammed four fingers into her cunt. Either she was cumming again, or her first orgasm was even bigger than she thought.

Ginny's pussy juices stained the floor as Hermione lifted her foot up. Her toes were shimmering, nice and clean as Ginny gasped for air. The brunette giggled, dragging those same toes against Ginny's face, before she stepped over her and finally stood before James.

The two lovers grinned at one another, both of their heads traveling down to look at Harry Potter's daughter. Lily was dragging herself closer to mommy, soon laying right on top of her. Ginny groaned from the sudden weight, only to fall silent as Lily kissed her mother's lips.

The two made out on the floor as Hermione and James watched, smiles on their faces at the incestual display of sin and lust. It warmed their hearts as James wrapped his arms around his favorite slut, kissing the top of her head as they watched.

"Hungry?" she asked, glancing at her Master. James smiled slightly, nodding his head as Ginny moaned from her breasts rubbing against her daughter's.

Hermione and James linked their hands, holding one another as they began to walk out of the room. They didn't spare the two sluts another moment of their precious time, seeing them as so far below them that they barely acknowledged them.

As the two walked, James decided to spice things up a bit. Before Hermione could do anything to stop him, not that she would have, of course, he suddenly bent down and picked her up. Hermione's eyes widened, gasping as she was carried bridal style down the stairs of James' humble abode.

Hermione's eyes widened for a moment, before she giggled, resting her head on his chest as she took in his scent. She breathed him in, letting his musk swirl within her lungs as her eyes fell shut. She held her breath, before sighing, nuzzling her cheek against his firm body.

"I love you," she whispered, and James was only too happy to reply.

"And I you."

"Ron could never hold me like this…"

"There are many things I can do that Ron could not."

"Oh, I know," she purred, dragging her finger tip along his body, drawing a small heart over his as he continued to carry her to the kitchen.

There they found the newest member of their family preparing a future meal. It was true that the newly made witch probably could have just used a spell or two, but James rather liked watching her do things the 'Muggle' way.

Nessa stood in the kitchen, quietly cutting loaves of bread and preparing sandwiches with them. She had plenty of practice to do the job quite well by now, and James held back laughter as he watched her work. Hermione seemed to be in a similar situation as she placed one hand to her ruby lips while the other hung around James' neck.

The gorgeous blond slut was dressed in a little maid outfit, one that hugged her figure and showed off how shapely and curvaceous her new body was. Despite how tight it was, it still gave her just enough freedom to move comfortably. Not because James cared about her comfort, but because he wanted to make sure she could reach every hard to reach spot in his house.

Seeing as how Nessa was just a glorified maid to him and the other sluts, James wanted to make sure she could do her job well.

The couple was happy to just watch Nessa work. The slave was the lowest of James' harem, even below Ginny. She laid at rock bottom, but she wouldn't have had it any other way, no matter how badly she tried to deny it.

When James and his love got closer, their smiles grew at the low hum they both heard. There were several of them, all playing at the same time. It was unmistakable as the two listened to the vibrators playing on Nessa's body, hidden just under her clothes.

It quickly became clear to anyone who might have been deaf, as Nessa suddenly shuddered, falling forward and barely catching herself on the counter. The woman had just came where she stood, but who could blame her?

There were five vibrators on her body at the moment, magically sealed to her skin to make sure they couldn't fall off or be moved without the touch of him or one of his slaves. Nessa could pull on them all she wanted. She'd accomplish nothing.

And so she was forced to just deal with the Muggle devices on her body, assaulting her sensitive regions, beating down on her, hitting her with waves of ecstasy and pleasure again and again. One on each of her large breasts, rubbing against her nipples, keeping them constantly hard and erect. The other was on her clit, directly on it, rubbing against her pussy lips and drawing her to orgasm again and again.

The last two technically weren't on her body, but rather they were inside of her. One in her cunt, rubbing against the walls of her pussy. The egg-shaped device was small, but it did its job well as James and Hermione watched Nessa's pussy juices spill onto the ground. The final vibrator was buried in her ass, pressed against the walls of her hole. Nessa was a little butt slut, much as she might have wanted to argue the fact.

She got off on it. She was turned on by being so disgusting and perverted, and she felt another orgasm hitting her body as her legs gave out. A knife fell to the ground, skidding towards James' feet as Nessa fell to the ground.

The blond beauty parted her lips, letting out a loud, scandalous cry of heavenly pleasure. Her hands moved on their own. One grabbed at her tit, squeezing and playing with her breast as the other fell between her legs. She rubbed against her womanhood even as two of her vibrators rubbed against her pussy.

She humped her hand, panting and drooling. James couldn't remember how long he had left her in this status. Did he do it because Nessa was so far beneath him that he actually forgot about her? Or did he do it to instill in her a long, torturous hell of pleasure and pain and exhaustion, cumming even when she was asleep, never giving her a moment to recover…?

Honestly, he wasn't even sure anymore.

"Having fun, slut?" James asked, and Nessa looked up from the floor with tears in her eyes.

"M-M-M-aaaah!" Did she just cum again? That, or she was experiencing them one right after the other. Nessa's eyes turned towards Hermione and she stuttered out a greeting as she tried to lift herself onto her feet. "M-Mistress! I-I, ahh, fuck, fuck, fuck, eeek!"

Her legs gave out from under her again. She fell to the ground, wallowing in her own pussy juices as her eyes nearly rolled into her skull. She wriggled on the ground like a worm, and James walked forward, placing a foot on her body to gently step on her.

Not enough to hurt. He just wanted to hear her moan, and moan she did as her eyes looked up at the man she worshipped like a god. He grinned, licking his teeth, before he spat down on Nessa.

"Enjoying yourself, slut?"

"Y-yes, Master…"

"Good." He glanced at the food she had been making and he made sure that the disappointment was clear in his voice. "I'm so glad you completed all of your chores so you could lay around pleasuring yourself."

"I…" She bit her lower lip, shuddering as she fought back an orgasm. "I-I will. I-I'll fix up the food, I-I just needed-"

"Not just that, Master," Hermione commented with a smug smirk on her lips. "Nessa was supposed to clean all of the rooms, but Ginny and Lily are making a huge mess in your bedroom."

Nessa and Hermione's eyes met. Once upon a time, when Nessa was the young man known as Draco, they would have glared at one another, two equals who refused to bend over for the other. Of course, now they were far from equals.

Instead of showing spite or rage, Nessa bowed her head, bowing before Hermione and James. She didn't question her Mistress. If Herminoe said she had failed their Master, then she did. Her pussy tingled as the weight of her failure fell onto her. It shamed her, and that shame became pleasure as her body tingled from another orgasm.

Her thighs pressed together as she humped her own hand once more, and James chuckled. He walked closer, placing a hand on Nessa's chin and slowly tilting the woman's head up. Her eyes opened, and she stared into the cold, icy gaze of her Master as he loomed over her like a king to a peasant.

"You've been very, very naughty, Nessa. It sounds like I need to punish you."

"P-punish?" There was a want in her voice when she uttered that single word. It was just a product of her broken mind, of course.

The young woman wanted punishment. She craved it. She would do anything to feel her Master's firm hands on her body. Her pussy trembled, dripping down her legs and onto the floor as she nearly panted at the very thought of her Master's hands on her.

"I-I deserve to be punished. You're right, Master."

"I'm glad you agree. I just need to know how best to punish you. Maybe a good ol' fashion spanking is in order? Maybe if your parents spank you more you wouldn't be such a naughty little bitch."

Nessa licked her lips as she nodded her head. "Y-you're right, Master, I-"

"Or maybe orgasm denial." Her eyes widened, slowly looking at Hermione. The brunette winked, knowing exactly what she was doing as she moved closer, embracing James' arm as she beamed. "Keep you from feeling anymore orgasms. You won't even get the benefit of a big orgasm. We'd just leave you alone, feeling nothing but the floor and walls."

"Y-yes!" Nessa nodded, licking her lips as she panted. "I-I think that's a wonderful idea! I deserve to be punished, Master, u-used and abused, raped, denied, a-and-"

James grabbed her by her hair, and he pulled. She cried out in pain as he dragged her onto her feet, and when he released her, she would have almost assuredly fallen to the ground… But she was so desperate and hungry for her Master's touch.

She would have stood on broken legs if she had to for her Master. Her legs quivered under her as James' hand stroked her cheek, showing an uncharacteristic kindness to her. Then his fingers slid down to her neck, wrapping around her slender throat and pulled her up.

He kissed her, and she melted into the kiss, cumming in his hands as his other hand wrapped around her, groping and squeezing her ass. Her arms clung to him, squeezing their bodies together, pushing her tits against his chest.

Nessa opened her mouth for her king when his tongue slid along her plump, soft lips. She sucked on his tongue, letting it explore her mouth as she felt something hard and throbbing press against her pussy.

She ground herself against him, even wrapping a leg around his just to further give herself to him. It was a funny little metaphor for their relationship. Nessa was weak and could barely stand on her own, but she did for her Master. She leaned on him, gave herself to him, degraded and reduced herself to a slave for him and his touch.

The hand on her neck slid down, grabbing at her top and ripping it off of her with ease. The fabric was shredded, exposing her full tits to the open air. The vibrators continued to rub against her nipples as James cupped one of her breasts in his hand, playing with it as his tongue continued to slide and explore her mouth.

Hermione watched this show with almost no jealousy or envy in her heart. She just licked her ruby lips as she slid a hand down her body, slipping it under her skirt and down to her gushing, warm womanhood.

She began to rub her own clit as she watched the love of her life make out with her childhood rival. She enjoyed the show, panting quietly as Nessa's moans filled the air. Why should Hermione be jealous? She was the queen of the harem, no doubt there, while little Nessa was the dirt the others walked on, even Ginny.

Hermione moaned as a single finger slipped into her pussy, moving back and forth inside of her, rubbing against her inner walls. She leaned back against the counter inside the kitchen, soon sitting on top of it as she watched the two continue to kiss.

James and Nessa parted, a trail of saliva linking their mouths as the golden-haired woman panted. She stared up at James, trying to catch her breath as she gazed into the eyes of her lord. She licked the saliva up between them, before she begged for her Master's cock.

"P-please, Master. Fuck your little slut. Punish me. I-I want-"

That was when the doorbell rang and James raised his brow, turning to glance at the front door. He turned back to Nessa who shook her head side to side, silently begging for him to stay and punish her, but he just smirked, taking almost any chance to torture his latest slave. Besides, maybe it was Susan Bone eager for a 'boning.'

James chuckled at his little joke, before he pushed her away, and her legs crumbled under her. She fell to the ground, shaking as she watched her Master turn and walk away from her. Hermione held back a giggle as she walked forward, giving Nessa her cum-slicked fingers for her to clean.

Nessa took one look at them, before looking up at her Mistress' arrogant, grinning face. Then she leaned forward, taking the fingers into her mouth and began to gently clean them. Once they were done, Hermione took Nessa, intending on bringing her to the other slaves so she could be tortured and picked on.

They were like a pack of wolves, and poor Nessa was the lowest of them all.

James used his wand to make himself somewhat presentable before he answered the door. He just put on a long, white bathrobe, covering his body and hiding his erection. When he opened the door, he was surprised to find Roxanne standing behind it, hand raised to knock on the door.

Roxanne, the beautiful daughter of Angelina and one of the Weasley spawn. She was a beautiful woman, just like her mother. Her dark skin glowed, flawless and smooth. Her long, dark hair hung down her back. Her plump lips shimmered with a subtle, pinky lip gloss. The only real connection to her father, physically, at least, were her dark green eyes from her father.

"Roxanne?," he blinked, looking at the young woman.

She was an athlete just like her mother, and she had just reached the age of an adult. She blushed as his eyes looked up and down her body. Even through the dark robes she was wearing, he could still she had a beautiful, shapely figure.

"James…" She moaned out his name, shaking as the word slipped past her lips. He raised his brow at her, before his eyes widened as she shrugged off her robe, pulling it off of her body.

The clothes fell to her feet as her naked figure was revealed to him. She was completely naked, not a thread of clothing on her as her cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame. James' eyes widened in shock as he looked at her, taking in her beauty once more, unfiltered by clothing.

She had soft, full breasts, smaller than most women in his harem, but a fine pair indeed. Her body was still very beautiful, with the slightest hint of muscle. Her ass was the best part, though, full and bouncy, firm and large, and fuck he just wanted to dig his fingers into it just from staring at it.

He wanted to spank this naugthty little bitch, and judging by the way she seemed to appreciate his staring, she wanted the same thing.

James drank in the sight of her naked body, before he licked his lips, already knowing exactly what she was thinking. The obvious sign was her pussy dripping, her shimmering juices slowly falling down to the ground just outside of James' home.

Her pussy juices were clinging to her inner thighs as she began to quietly moan, shaking right before his eyes.

"What are you doing here, Roxanne?" he asked, slowly raising his gaze from her toes up to her blushing face.

Roxanne's eyes fell to the ground, before she took a deep breath. Her nipples hardened from the cold air as she began to speak. "I saw you."

It started a few days ago, when Alicia and Katie visited Angelina's home. Roxanne had seen the two moving around her house, stripping off their clothes as they raced into a secret room Roxanne had never seen before.

She remembered feeling so hot, and warm. Her pussy was wet when she saw the two older women kiss and make out, but she pushed the feeling aside as she gave chase. She was as quiet as she could be as she followed them, and found them before a man Roxanne didn't recognize.

The two women looked at him like he was some kind of god, and honestly, it was hard not to feel that way for young Roxanne. Her heart was pounding in her chest, beating against her ribs and she witnessed the mighty cock the man had between his legs.

Both women were tamed by the very sight of the beast, but when Roxanne leaned a little closer, she saw something that made her gasp. She covered her mouth, terrified that someone would hear her, but when the man, Katie, and Alicia continued to focus on one another, Roxanne thought herself safe.

Her mother was strapped down, fucked by some kind of machine. It was pounding her, leaving a large puddle of her pussy juices under her. Angeline had such a wide grin on her face, though. She looked so happy. Happier than Roxanne's father ever made her feel.

Her mother had been missing for what felt like so long by now. Part of Roxanne was scared she'd never see her mother again. Her father had grown so hopeless and depressed. He had been talking to Katie and Alicia just minutes ago, confining in them how broken they were, and now they were… they were making love to her captor?

Captor… Angeline didn't look captured. She had restraints, but she seemed so happy. Roxanne trembled as her mother had another orgasm, nearly screaming in pleasure as her lips formed into a wide, ecstatic smile.

Roxanne quivered where she hid. She knew she should tell her father. She knew they had to save her mother, his wife, and… and bring these three to justice. She knew that. She could stop whatever horrible, sinful acts the man was committing and put a stop to him here and now…

And yet, she couldn't deny what she saw had an effect on her. It turned her on, incredibly so. It made her wet and horny, making her heart race and her pussy wetting her panties. She felt it ruin her inside, and yet she couldn't stop herself from watching.

Eventually the man freed Angelina, and any thought that she was held here against her will was quickly abolished. Roxanne watched her mother kiss the man, tongues wrestling as Katie and Alicia joined them.

The three women worshipped the man, and Roxanne felt her pussy quiver as part of her… longed to join in. To work alongside her mother in pleasing this man. Sucking his dick. Riding his cock. Kissing him…

Roxanne's hand slid down her body. It slipped right under her clothes, and gently pressed against her clit, causing her eyes to widen. She began to finger herself, feeling a single finger rub and massage her cunt. She was panting, gasping quietly as her digit rubbed against the inner walls of her pussy.

And then, all too suddenly, the four were finished. Roxanne had tears in her eyes, almost crying from the fact the show was over. She remained where she hid as the four left, leaving Roxanne with her shame and fantasies.

She hadn't even cum. She glanced at her wet finger, sniffing it as she smelled her own cunt. Without even really thinking, she stuck out her tongue and licked her pussy, dragging her tongue along the slick finger.

Roxanne licked herself clean, shuddering slightly at her own taste, before she forced herself up. She was still so horny, yet it felt wrong to masturbate here all by herself. The young woman dragged her feet forward, walking back to her room with a glazed over stare.

She fell onto her bed, but her eyes slowly turned to her dresser. She knew where her mother was. Who had her… If she told her father, they could save her, couldn't they? Yes, of course. S-she would tell her father. Tell him every naughty little detail…

Right after she was done.

It was Roxanne's darkest secret. She'd take it to her grave, if she could. She got off her bed and opened her drawer, moving some clothes aside to find her toys. Dildos, vibrators, and more, all her dark, little secrets…

She stared at them as she nibbled her bottom lip, gulping down her saliva as her face burned hot. She picked up a dildo, looking it over as she thought of what she had just seen. She imagined her mother, strapped down and fucked by some soulless machine. Her breathing went faster as her fantasies betrayed her.

Roxanne saw her mother's smiling face, wracked with ecstasy and pleasure. She moaned loudly, closing her eyes, and opening them again with Roxanne's eyes. The young woman saw Angelina's face turn into her own, and she imagined herself in her mother's position.

She imagined being tormented and fucked by a big, thick dildo. Roxanne moaned where she stood, taking the dildo and rubbing it against her drenched cunt. She imagined being fucked, not just by the machine, but by the kidnapper and his slaves.

They would gangbang her with his cock and strap-ons, and Roxanne moaned again as she imagined her own mother fucking her cunt.

All the plastic toys, but there was one thing that stood out in her mind. One thing that made her legs tremble, knees buckling as she fell forward. She caught herself on the drawer as her hips began to move back and forth, humping the air as she imagined that man's cock was fucking her.

She imagined that thing throbbing before her, inside of her pussy, even in her ass. She imagined him fucking her, and spat on like she was nothing.

The man treated her mother like trash, and Roxanne wanted the same thing. She wanted to be fucked, used, and abused. By him. By the man who kidnapped her mother…

Despite owning these toys, Roxanne had never really used them to their full extent. Time to do just that.

Her body moved on its own, carrying the dildo back to her bed and she fell back onto it. She tore at her clothes, pulling her pajama pants off, along with her panties. The clothes hung around her knees as she looked at the dildo, looking it over with a quivering breath.

She was already wet, but she still brought the plastic tip to her lips, kissing it and dragging her tongue along the head. Roxanne spat on the bulbous head, before she dragged it down her body, between her tits, before ending up right at her crotch.

She pushed the dildo into her, shaking as the plastic toy filled her. It spread her lower lips apart, stretching her pussy as a moan flowed out of her mouth. The 'cock' moved back and forth, sliding in and out of her as her fingers dug into the bed sheets under her.

Roxanne fucked herself faster and faster, imagining the mystery man on top of her, fucking her cunt as his hot breath burned her cheek. He would bite her, claw into her, even choke her while his cock pounded her pussy.

She imagined her mother watching them, even slipping her head between them to suck on Roxanne's tits. Katie and Alicia, essentially the young woman's aunts, masturbated to the sight, eager to join as the two dark-skinned women submitted to the man.

Roxanne quivered where she laid, crying out loudly as she suddenly came on the dildo. Her pussy juices sprayed it, coating it as aftershocks of pleasure were sent through her.

For a moment, all she felt was heavenly bliss. Waves of ecstasy went through her, making her chest twitch and her toes curl, but the euphoria did not last long. No, she soon felt rather disappointed in herself.

Did she really just cum so quickly? When that man could fuck three different women for hours on end? What was wrong with her?!

Sense and rationality had no place in Roxanne's mind. She tossed such hesitation aside as her mind gave in to the man who broke her mother. Her insecurity preyed on her, comparing her to the three older women who tried to satisfy their Master…

That Master… That man. He fucked them all so hard…

Roxanne grabbed new toys and fell back onto the bed. She took one of the dildos and stuffed it into her ass, letting it rip her hole open as tears fell down her face. She showed no mercy towards herself, dry fucking her own butt as she buried her face into the bed.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh!" she screamed, crying out through gritted teeth as she fucked her own ass.

It wasn't easy, but being a good slave wasn't easy. It took hard work, but she always was a hard worker. Yes, Roxanne would be a good slut. A better slut than her own mother!

Roxanne fell easily. Possibly easier than any other slut before her. She didn't need a spell or restraints. She needed to merely witness James being James. She witnessed a god, and she did what any mortal would when witnessing such power.

She worshipped him.

Roxanne continued to fuck her own ass, but she also tried not to just cum her little brains out immediately. She fought back her orgasm, controlling herself as best she could, before she'd fuck her ass some more. Every minute or two, she'd stop, burying the cock deep in her ass and pressing her face into a nearby pillow.

She let out a loud cry past sealed lips as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Tears of bliss and joy, and she let out a loud moan as the dildo slid against the walls of her ass. She smacked it against her inner walls, she even tried flexing her muscles to better squeeze the 'dick.'

Of course, a great ass wouldn't be enough to earn the man's favor. Katie, Alicia, and her mother all had sexy, curvy bodies. That man would need more if he were to do all the things Roxanne fantasized about.

So while she had a dildo buried in her ass, all the way to the plastic balls on the toy, she took another dildo and pressed it against her lips. She opened her mouth and stuffed the cock down her throat, eyes watering and tears falling as she choked herself on it.

She deep throated the cock like she had seen in the few pornos she had watched. She stuffed it down her throat, feeling the balls on the toy press against her chin. She struggled to breathe, almost turning pink on the dildo from a lack of air.

Of course, she still turned pink from shame, but that was something else entirely.

Roxanne paused with one dildo buried down her throat while the other was stuffed in her ass. She tried to just breathe, letting her holes get used to the thick shafts inside of her.

She was struggling so desperately against the dildos, and that made her tears continue to fall. These dildos weren't nearly as big as that man's cock. They were so much smaller, and yet she could barely take them.

Roxanne moaned with the cock stretching out her throat, shuddering as she came from the feeling of both holes being filled. Her pussy juices splattered onto the bed, staining it as her muscles gave out and she laid on the ground. She was trying to breathe with the dildo in her mouth, but her racing heart needed more.

The young woman pulled the dildo out and tossed it aside, letting it hit the floor as she gasped for air. She laid on the bed, wallowing in her pussy juices as she stared at her ceiling. She said nothing, before a smile grew on her face.

She wasn't good enough to be a slut, like her mother, but given a bit of time, and she would be.

And so Roxanne put her all to her goal. She spent the next few weeks training her body, trying to become the perfect cock sleeve for a man she had never seen before. This mystery man who fucked her mom and aunts with ease, coating them inside and out with his seed.

It wasn't easy. Roxanne's body ached, and her holes were fucked raw, but whenever her moral was low, she would slip out of her room and sneak out to where that man reconvened with his slaves.

Roxanne would find a hiding spot and just watch the man that had infested her dreams fuck the girls. She'd watch him pound their pussies, mouths, and asses, and she'd listen to the trio scream out in ecstasy.

The man, who Roxanne learned was named James, infected every part of Roxanne's mind. He consumed her when she dreamed, he consumed her every thought when she was awake. She was weak to him, submitting to him as she watched him fuck the three women.

Roxanne made sure to never miss it. She'd watch the four fuck for hours, and she'd touch herself to the sight, fingering her own cunt until she left a puddle of her cum on the ground. To keep her presence a secret, she'd make sure to wipe the puddle up, using her own tongue to lick the floor clean…

Eventually Roxanne felt she was ready. She was tired of just watching her Master fucking other women. It was time to join their ranks and become a part of something glorious.

Roxanne used her wand to place a tracking charm onto Alicia's cloak one visit. She didn't touch herself, letting her pussy burn with lust, dripping with the excitement building inside of her. Her pussy juices slowly trickled down to the ground as she waited for the four to leave.

Once they did, she followed behind them, knowing every step was a step away from her father and to the man of her dreams.

One would think some part of her would feel guilty about what she was doing. Roxanne would admit that she didn't even feel reluctance. Not in regards to her father, at least. She had listened to her mother insult her husband several times, and now Roxanne shared those same thoughts.

Her father was a weakling. He was nothing. She wouldn't waste her time feeling bad for him. She didn't even see him as her father anymore. She wondered if James would accept the role instead…

Either way, Roxanne followed her charm, soon arriving at James' home and standing outside his house as she knocked on the door. That was when he came to answer her call, and he stared her in the eyes as her pussy quivered and dripped more of her juices down onto her legs.

She was here, ready to give herself to the man who kidnapped her mother and hurt her father. Roxanne nearly humped the air itself as she pulled her clothes off of her body, revealing her naked figure for him.

James listened to Roxanne's tale, blinking a bit as he listened to the details of her story. He wasn't sure what to say, at first. When Roxanne was finally done recounting her story, he thought about Alicia first, ironically.

He made a mental note to punish the young woman for her sloppiness. If she had allowed herself to be tracked by someone with other motives, things could have gone poorly. Thankfully, her mistake was his good fortune.

"So, you want to join my harem?" he asked, and Roxanne nodded her head quickly.

"Y-yes! Yes. I want to be yours. I-I want to be your slave, Master."

James chuckled at just how eager she was. "Well, I'll have to put you through a little test first. To see if you're even worth the effort," he commented, crossing his arms as he looked at her naked body.

She bowed her head, almost sinking down to her knees right before him. "Y-yes. I understand, Master."

The older man grinned at her eagerness to serve him. He wouldn't even have to break her. She was already broken, and if he tried to, he knew she'd welcome his cock right here on his doorstep. Still, he wanted to have some fun with this little slut.

"You know, your mother is inside. Why don't we go see her?"

"Y-yes, Master."

The two walked inside of James' home, and it was clear that Roxanne had never seen a house as nice as this. She seemed to marvel at the rich interior, but that lasted for only a moment until her attention returned to James.

A few feet inside, the two were soon walking by the kitchen. With Nessa being useless and preoccupied with punishment for failing to prepare the food, she was replaced by Audrey, Molly, and Lucy.

The three women were in the kitchen, and when they noticed Master James, they smiled, giving him a show. They didn't care for Roxanne. She was just another slut to be added to the horde, and all of them felt confident she would not replace them.

On the other hand, Roxanne's eyes widened when she saw them. They were wearing aprons and nothing else, and each of the three women shook their asses for James, trying to draw his eye. Audrey seemed the most eager, and she quickly picked up some syrup to pour onto her large tits.

James gave her a knowing glance, but ignored her beyond that, leaving the older woman frustrated. Roxanne lingered behind, watching as Molly and Lucy began to lick her tits clean, comforting their mother as James played hard to get.

Roxanne soon returned to her Master, walking just behind him. Her eyes widened as she began to hear something. Voices. Moans. Familiar sounds, but oh so many more than before when she was spying on James… The two soon reached the living room, and James smiled as he watched the debauchery before him.

The young woman wasn't sure where to look at first. Her eyes darted around the room, panting, trying to suck in air as her heart raced inside of her. She saw so much, she wasn't sure what to focus on first, but eventually her eyes locked onto Hermione and Cho, two close friends of the legendary Harry Potter.

Both women were on a couch together, wearing nothing but lingerie. It was almost funny. They were both reading books, almost as if nothing strange was going on around them. It was normal to them. It would become normal to Roxanne…

Despite the mundane activity, Roxanne watched their hands slowly slide towards the other. Their underwear was gently pushed aside as their fingers slid into one another, quietly thrusting back and forth. If Roxanne listened closely, she could hear their moans. Tiny gasps mixing with cries of pleasure.

Yet they both kept reading. Like this was how life was…

Roxanne trembled at the sight, before her eyes traveled to a pair of maids. Fleur and Victorie were cleaning the place, adorned in outfits too tight and short to be anything, but fetishwear. With the skirts so short, Roxanne could see that both their pussies and asses were stuffed with vibrators.

The toys were loudly at work, vibrating inside of each of them as they glanced at Roxanne. The two smiled at the young woman, before they both blew a kiss, making Roxanne's knees buckle.

The sin and lust only continued as Roxanne's eyes traveled along the room's walls. There were so many eager women, so many sinners, all drowning in lust and desire, dropped into this sea by James.

Lily and Rose were scissoring each other on a double sided dildo, rubbing their cunts into one another as they struggled to kiss and suck on the other's lips. Ginny was abusing a woman that Roxanne had never seen before, some blond bimbo, fucking her with a strap on as she cried beneath her.

"Stupid, fucking slut! You little whore! You like that?! Huh? F-f-fuck you!" Ginny spat, literally spitting on the blond woman.

Roxanne gulped as her eyes continued to travel around the room, stopping at the piece de resistance. Alicia and Katie, women who were basically Roxanne's aunts, were spit roasting her mother. They treated her like a toy to break, one fucking her face with a long strap on, while the other, Alicia, did the same to Angelina's ass.

They had her impaled on each side, but Angelina's eyes could still move. They rolled in their sockets, before landing on Roxanne. The younger woman expected shock. Horror, even, but instead she saw her mother's smile with her eyes.

She wasn't surprised. Like all of this was just how things were meant to be…

Roxanne walked into this house broken. She now stood by James, remade, reborn, and eager to truly live. She opened her arms and threw herself at James, wrapping her arms around him as her lips pressed against his. She kissed him, sucking on his lips, before she pushed her tongue into his mouth.

James allowed her to enjoy the moment, before he pushed his tongue back against her. His tongue smacked against hers, beating it into submission and pushing the wet appendage back into her mouth. He explored her mouth, tasting her eager saliva as she gave him her first kiss.

She was inexperienced, that much was obvious, but what she lacked in experience she more than made up for with passion and eagerness.

James placed one hand on her ass, groping and squeezing it as the other hand went to her chest. He kneaded her tit in his hand, feeling her hard nipple press against his as the other sluts of his harem watched a new sister join their ranks.

The two made out for a few minutes. Roxanne could feel the older man's erection press against her crotch, and she shuddered, riding it. She ground her body against his as she sucked on his tongue, feeling his hands explore and taint her body. She kept kissing him, giving him all of her love and desire as James feasted on her.

When they finally broke the kiss, Roxanne licked up the saliva between them as she panted. "P-please, fuck me!" she whined. "I-I'm a bigger slut than my mother! I-I'll show! I'll show you how tight my pussy is, and how fat my ass is, and how every single fucking part of me is for you!"

She was wild with lust, crazed with arousal. She wanted James, and she'd do anything for him. He chuckled at her, before he watched as Hermione created a bed behind her with a quick spell. He shoved Roxanne back and she fell onto the bed, spreading her legs as his slaves pulled at his clothes.

They stripped his body, letting Roxanne look upon her Master's naked body. It was nothing like spying on him. She looked him up and down, before her eyes locked onto his cock. She licked her lips, shuddering in place as her pussy juices slid down to the bed.

James climbed onto the bed and he laid on all fours over her, his elbows digging into the bed on either side of her. She was panting, breathing his scent and growing high on it as he began to slowly rub the tip of his dick against her clit.

She shuddered as he pressed the bulbous head of his cock back and forth. He smacked her pussy with his member again and again, teasing her as her hands clawed at his chest. She felt the lines of his muscles as she stared into his eyes.

"Please, please, please!" she cried, and he laughed as he pulled his hips back and slowly began to push them forward.

His cock rubbed against her lower lips, slowly splitting the two apart. Her chest was rising up and down as a fucked silly grin formed on her face. Her cunt was quivering, and as more inches sank into him, she tightened her pussy around him.

She had fucked herself a dozen times over with her sex toys, but none of those toys could come even close to matching the cock inside of her. Her eyes couldn't focus, darting around the room in a dizzy spin. She was mad with lust, mind breaking as more and more of his shaft pushed into her.

"How does it feel?" he asked, whispering into her ear. "Did you think you were ready? Did you think you could satisfy me with your weak, little body?" he asked, his breath scalding her ear. "Did you think you were enough?"

She had. She actually had. She thought she was good enough to be his slut and slave, but she was beginning to realize something. More of his cock was being stuffed into her pussy. More and more.

Roxanne's little virgin mind was cracking. While she had lost her virginity to her toys, she still hadn't been fucked. Feeling a cock was different. It was pulsing inside of her, throbbing, rubbing against the walls as her head leaned back.

"Y-yeess," she mewled, eyes rolling into her skull as he continued to fill her.

By the time the cock was completely inside of her, her entire body felt like it was being electrocuted. Jolts of pleasure coursed through her as she moaned, drool dripping down her lip as she was fucked into a stupor, and he hadn't even really begun to fuck her.

He left her impaled on his cock, smiling as he looked at her. James chuckled, spitting down on her, before he began to pull his dick back. Her pussy quivered around his, and all her body could do was act on instinct.

She squeezed his cock, embracing it tightly with her muscles. Her pussy walls dragged on the sides of his cock, consuming it. He pulled back, and then pushed forward. Her body rocked, bouncing on the bottom from the sudden hit.

And then he did it again, and then again, and then again. He was pounding her pussy, stretching it out as her small chest bounced on her chest.

"You've got a lot to learn," he whispered in her ear. He laid on top of her, stroking the top of her head with one hand like she was his pet. The other hand groped and played with her chest, rubbing her hard nipple. "But it's okay. I can teach you how to be a good little slut, just. Like. Mommy."

"Ye-eeess, yessh!" she mewled, nodding her head as her tongue stuck out of her mouth. He kissed her lips, messily sucking on her tongue, and then her bottom lip.

Roxanne ended up cumming first. All of her training, all of her work, and it only afforded her a scant amount of time on his cock before she hit her climax. Of course, James didn't care. He just kept fucking her, pounding her pussy harder and faster.

The bed was rocking beneath them as her arms tried to embrace him, wrapping around his neck and digging into his back as her pussy juices stained the bed. The other sluts watched, stopping what they were doing to witness the beautiful scene.

Angelina was dropped by her two friends and she sat on the ground, resting on her knees as she watched her daughter being fucked.

Roxanne's orgasm subsided, and yet she was still fucked. James kept ramming into her, fucking her harder and faster, giving her an ounce of what he gave his other sluts. She was screaming in pleasure soon, gasping for air as her throat ran raw from her crying.

It felt so good. It felt so fucking good, but her body just oculdn't take it. Her arms slipped from his body, falling limply by her sides as he continued to fuck her. Her body twitched with every impact, feeling his balls smacking against her cunt as the build up returned.

Cumming once left her sensitive to more, and James took full advantage of this, fucking her cunt harder as his precum coated the insides of her walls.

"C-cum inside, c-cum," she whimpered through her moans and cries, and yet James just raised his brow.

"Why? Your pussy isn't nearly tight enough. I've had better from most women here." Roxanne sniffled at that comment, and she dug her fingers into the bed to try and meet his thrusts, fucking herself on his cock as best she could.

She flexed her sore muscles, tightening her pussy around the shaft as another orgasm hit her body. She was cumming once more, right on his shaft, and she screamed in pleasure as her mind cracked once more.

This continued on for who knows how long. James fucked the younger woman, pounding her cunt as she came again and again. She wanted so badly to impress him, but he broke her down, reduced her to a glorified sex toy, and the young woman both loved and hated it.

Eventually he said something that made her cum right on the spot.

"I'm going to cum," he whispered, and her eyes widened as her cunt tightened around his shaft. She wanted so badly for her pussy to become his cock sleeve, but she failed at even that as James pulled his dick out of her.

The penis was slick and wet with her juices as he moved on the bed, leaving his cock right before her eyes. It bobbed up and down, dripping precum as Roxanne understood. She gave it a kiss, pressing her lips against it, before semen shot onto her face, coating her features.

Her chin, to the very top of her head, and beyond. Some of his semen even fell onto her tits as her pussy squirted on the bed. She felt her top half being coated, globs of cum clinging to her cheeks and forehead, even getting in her hair as she moaned. Her open mouth received a long strand of cum, falling right onto her tongue as she almost choked on his semen.

"Angelina. Come help your daughter, will you?"

The young lady was a mess, but another slave soon arrived to help clean her up. Roxanne could only see out of one eye as the other was coated with semen, and she saw her mother climbing onto the bed and dragging her tongue along Roxanne's cheek.

Angelina continued to lick her daughter clean until Roxanne suddenly kissed her. The two shared the cum in her mouth as James took her hips in hand and slammed his cock into her ass. No restraint, no mercy, with the only lube being their combined juices.

He pushed his dick into her ass and began to fuck it, pounding her butt as mother and daughter kissed. The kiss was messy, more about sharing the cum than anything else. Roxanne found the strength to embrace her mother, and Angelina kissed back as her daughter bounced up and down.

The bed rocked beneath them as the other sluts began to grind against one another, drooling from the show, panting as their Master turned yet another woman into his slave.

James dug his fingers into her ass, moaning as Hermione climbed onto the bed and kissed his cheek.

Life was good…

James eventually came inside of Roxanne's ass, coating it with his semen. She loved it, of course, and he even let her mommy eat her ass out, licking up the white cream.

The young man was now resting on his back, letting Roxanne ride his cock like a cowgirl. Angelina was next to them, sucking on her daughter's small tits as three of his favorite sluts finally came to join the fun.

"Hungry, Master?" Lucy asked, holding up a sausage for him. He bit into it, chewing it as he smiled.

"Mmm, perfect timing, sluts." Molly poured some water in his mouth, slowly and carefully, before Audrey brought her whipped cream covered tits to his face.

He began to suck and lick them clean as Roxanne came for the dozenth time. She didn't stop, of course. Not until she made her Master cum one more time, at least...