Divorce was a messy business. Hannah Abbott, once known as Hannah Longbottom, had heard adults talking about divorce before, but a child hearing adults talk about something was very different from going through it as a woman.

Going through it after years of marriage to the man she thought she loved… It was so much worse than she could have imagined, but the only thing worse was being trapped in a suffocating, loveless marriage…

Hannah imagined she should have been angry. After all these wasted years, she should have been mad, but she wasn't. Yes, right now, all she was just tired. Perhaps, even depressed.

How long had she been trying to make it all work? How much energy did she waste trying to be patient, and accepting, and kind? A good wife. That was what she was supposed to be, but she failed.

Perhaps if she gave up a year ago she would have been happier. She'd never know now.

How had she ended up here? Trapped in this mess?

Oh, wait, she knew, of course. When she was young, and foolish, like any child was, she believed in young love, and love conquering all. A happy ending for everybody. But her story didn't have that.

Her story had a massive, insane war between the Dark Lord and Harry Potter. She wasn't some key player in any of it. Really, she was more of a pawn in the grand scheme of things.

A pawn who would end up marrying a knight after the war. When the dust settled, she began dating Neville, one of the great heroes of the battle of Hogwarts. Sure, she was just the rebound girl after Luna Lovegood broke things off with him, but still.

She remembered feeling like a princess.

It was almost like she was a character in one of those muggle fairy tales. She found a happy ending, and she could live happily ever after with the man she loved. Or rather, the man she settled for.

Fairy tales hardly came true.

Maybe if she knew how things would go down, she could have changed things. She could've changed him.

But there was no point in talking about what could have been.

Hannah was divorcing Neville. After a couple of years of their marriage crashing and burning, it just seemed right. They never had kids, so it was an almost easy affair. Relatively speaking.

He didn't fight her much on the whole ordeal. He didn't come home for days, and when he finally did, she dropped the bomb on him. Quick and simple, even if it broke his heart. She was almost shocked at how accepting he was of everything.

She moved out, leaving him with their humble home. She had been living in a small apartment since, before she eventually came to the Ministry to sign the divorce papers with Neville.

Hannah told herself that this was for the best, but once she left that room, and her ex-husband, behind, all she felt was… scared.

Scared and tired.

She tried to find comfort in the idea that this wasn't her fault. If Neville hadn't been so obsessed with his work, they might have worked things out. If he had been there for her emotionally, and physically, they might still be together.

Or maybe not. There was no way of knowing.

The fact was that Neville was an emotionally distant husband. Focused more on his work than his wife. Hannah was sure that the young man had never truly gotten over Luna. He still loved her, and eventually he stopped caring about his silver medal wife.

She left him behind, and she was content with never seeing him again, but…

Well, divorce led to another problem. Hannah wasn't a spring chicken anymore. She was getting older, and part of her feared that no one would love someone like her.

She tried to hide such doubts, but with the divorce finally settled she had nothing else to think about.

Where did she go from here? Back to the dating scene? Trying to see if some young man would have pity on her? Or live the rest of her life at some crazy old seamstress? There was no option that seemed that pleasant, unfortunately.

Thankfully, fate had other plans for her, or rather James did.

As fate would have it,he was also at the ministry today. Here to have a special visit with Susan Bones, the Minister of Magic. He was always happy to give the Minister a good pounding.

Just minutes ago, he had Susan laid on her desk, pounding her wet cunt and listening to her screams and moans. Her voice was music to his ears as she came to orgasm after orgasm, cumming on his shaft countless times as her mind was slowly snapped between her ears.

She was one of the most fun sluts to break, honestly. Sometimes he would have her pretend to oppose him, just so he could have the pleasure of breaking her on his cock again and again. He had heard her plenty of times talk with an air of authority and intellect. She used to pretend that she was better than other people.

Well, he disproved her of that notion, didn't he?

He fixed his collar as he exited the room, leaving Susan laying on her desk with cum dripping from her mouth, pussy, and asshole. He hoped that she was able to fix herself up before someone found her, but he stopped thinking of her fairly quickly.

In the grand scheme of things, she was relatively low on the totem pole. Not at the bottom like Ginny or Nessa, but far from the role of queen. That belonged to his sweet Hermione.

Speaking of which, James was eager to return home. He had found an envelope in Susan's desk from Hermione, no doubt planted there by the skilled witch. It simply requested that James return as soon as possible to their home.

He didn't need to be a genius to figure out why Hermione, his favorite fuck toy, wanted him back.

Today was indeed a good day for the man. He walked with a small skip to his step, practically walking on air as he passed by a missing poster. The faces of some of his sexiest sluts were on the walls, a fact that further stroked James' ego.

He was ready to return home, but something caught his eyes . A blonde woman with a pinkish face walked past him, brushing tears from her eyes.

There were many things that caught James' attention regarding the woman. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he was curious about her weakness, even attracted to it. She was scared and alone, that much was clear, probably desperate for a companion.

Which led to the second thing he noticed. The woman was cute. Attractive. Long flowing locks of gold, a curvaceous figure, a small chest that still drew his attention to it.

James chuckled quietly, silently apologizing to Hermione as he followed the woman from behind. He watched her go, pushing through the crowd as he felt a strange familiarity from the woman.

He was able to slip ahead of her, and he gave her a sideways glance. His mind worked quickly, quickly deciphering and picking apart the woman's face like she was a puzzle.

As soon as James recognized the woman, he smiled widely. He had already been attracted by the sad, desperate woman, but now that he knew who she was, he was even more eager to impale her on his cock.

Speaking of which, his shaft stirred between his legs as he moaned quietly. His pants were growing tight, and if he wasn't careful, he'd be wiping his hard erection against some unworthy bitch,

Either way, he quickly moved closer to the woman, easily outpacing her. He then held up his hand and gently placed it on her shoulder, making her stop and turn to face him.

"Get off me, you fu-huh?"

"Hello there. Hannah, right?" he asked, quickly playing the role of a new, but familiar friend. "Didn't think I'd see you here."

"Huh? O-oh." Her eyes slid over his body, slowly picking him apart, but trying to hide it with a glare. She didn't even seem to recognize James, seeing him only as a stranger.

He tried not to take offense to that. He'd make her pay for it later.

Once she was sure she didn't recognize him, she tried to put on a tough shell, glaring at him with a raised brow. It wasn't very intimidating. "Do I know you…?"

"I'm James? We went to Hogwarts together?"

And with that, she seemed to be struck by the the realization. Her eyes widened as she recognized him, and he watched as her anger evaporated and was replaced by crimson cheeks and a look of shame.

"Oh. Oh! James, I… I'm so sorry," she sighed. "I-I didn't mean to, uh… I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind, I, ah…" She rubbed the back of her head as James chuckled, amused by the sudden change in personality.

Meanwhile, Hannah was mentally beating herself up for her rude behavior. Normally she was a nicer person, but after the day she had, she was just so tired. She avoided his eyes for a moment, staring at the ground as James chuckled.

She must have looked like a mess. Her hair was a mess, little make up, just an absolute mess for the man. She felt humiliated, especially when she saw how handsome and clean he looked. He wore simple clothes, but he just looked so…

Well, for lack of a better word, cool. And handsome. Like a movie star or something.

She blushed as their eyes met, looking down at the ground again.

"Sorry for not recognizing you," she mumbled, and he chuckled in response.

"It's okay. It's been a long time and we haven't talked much. How are you? You look good."

Those simple words were like a spell on the girl's mind. Here she was, wondering if any man would want a Christmas Cake like her, used goods, fearing the judgment of the next man she met… And here was James, offering her a compliment.

"Y-you don't have to say that. I know I look like a mess."

"A mess? You? Please, you were one of the prettiest girls in our year."

Another compliment. Another wide-eyed look as she parted her lips and stared at him. "Oh, uh… Thanks. You really mean that?" Her lips began to curl, slowly forming a smile as he stared at her.

"Of course," he chuckled, like it was obvious. "How's Neville? You two doing well?" He remembered their wedding. He remembered them kissing at the altar, betrothed to one another forevermore.

Of course, James had no problem with ruining that marriage, but what he heard next genuinely surprised him.

He watched as Hannah's smile evaporated, replaced with a rather disappointed frown. She opened her mouth, but her mouth fell shut as her eyes turned away.

"Hannah?" James hid the hint of excitement in his voice as best he could. Some small part of him enjoyed seeing the pain in Hannah's eyes. He'd make it up to her later. "What's wrong?"

"We broke up," she muttered.

"Oh. I'm sorry." He wore a sympathetic expression. Sad, but hopeful for her. Pitiful. A good mask to hide his sadistic glee and hungry appetite. "Well, his loss."

She gave him a sad smile, but she couldn't hide the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. He lifted up his hand, bringing it to her face to wipe her tears away.

"I'm sorry."

"Guess he was wrong for settling for me, huh?"

"Settling for you? Hannah, he never deserved you," James argued with a firm scowl on his face. He had seen Neville plenty of times at the Ministry. He had seen him talking to Luna. He had seen him everywhere, but home.

Looking back, it was no surprise their marriage fell apart. Neville's heart still belonged to Luna, and the thought that James would soon have fucked both his first and second love made him almost laugh. He didn't, of course. He focused, instead, on lulling the beautiful Hannah into his web.

"You were always too good for him."

"Y-yeahh, maybe, but I… I'm not exactly young anymore. Gonna be hard finding another man to settle for… I mean, want me," she muttered, and James moved closer. Her eyes widened as his hand slid down her face.

She fought the urge to rub her cheek against his fingers as he smiled at her. "You are a beautiful woman, Hannah. Any man would be lucky to have you." His words were sweet honey in her ears. She was shocked at how kind he was, disbelieving it, and yet…

She swallowed spit down as her body closed the distance between them. Her breasts bumped into his chest as her heart raced faster and faster.

"You're too kind."

"I only speak the truth."

"Are you… dating anyone?" she asked, her eyes falling down to stare at her feet again, but all she saw were her breasts pressed against his chest.

"It's complicated," he replied, and Hannah formed her own answers as her hands gently stroked his back.

"Hm. Well, I know someone simple…"

"Oh?"

What was she doing? Was she crazy? Her heart was pounding between her ears as she felt this sinful desire bubbling inside of her.

It was wrong. It was crazy. She shouldn't be doing this. She had just finished divorcing her husband, she shouldn't…

And yet she trembled when she felt her nipples rubbing against the inside of her bra. Less than an inch from James' bare chest. His leg pressed against her body, gently rubbing at her crotch. She sucked in air through her teeth, shaking in his hands as his arms slid down her body, closer to her ass.

"Hannah?" She licked her lips, feeling all of the emotion and desires that she had endured these last few weeks bubbling inside of her.

Time to do something stupid. She didn't care. She just wanted to feel wanted.

"Would you ever want to date me? I mean, just physically… Would you want me?" she inquired, pressing her body against his and whispering in his ear. "Would you-ahh…!" A quiet gasp as she felt his hand smack against her ass, gently squeezing her butt from behind her. He kneaded her ass gently, squeezing it, massaging it, holding it in his grip as she fell onto him.

She squeezed him in a tight embrace, almost scared he'd vanish if she wasn't careful. Their eyes met, and she knew his answer clearly. She held him for a few precious seconds, before her hand grabbed his and she pulled him along.

Of course, she wasn't nearly strong enough to actually pull the man, but he didn't fight her. He walked with her, following her to a large broom closet.

She opened the door with a quick spell from her wand, before she opened the door and pulled him inside. The door fell shut behind them as she held James by his collar, pulling him close as she stood on the tips of her toes.

"Last chance. If you didn't mean what you said, you-!"

Another smack, and Hannah felt her legs nearly give out under her. Neville had never hit her like that before. He never smacked her ass like that, leaving her shaking, almost unable to breathe as her whole body just… tingled.

"I didn't say anything, remember? I just did this." He smacked her other cheek, letting her ass jiggle under his blow. She gasped quietly as he blinked. "Oh, sorry. It was the other cheek."

Another smack, and Hannah whimpered as her panties began to feel damp. Her legs trembled under her as her grip on his collar weakened for a moment.

"But in case you need me to spell it out for you… Yes. I meant it."

That was all she needed to hear. She pulled him into a kiss and she slammed their lips together. The kiss was almost bruising. It was also amazing for the young woman. For James, the joy was more in how passionate and needy the kiss was.

Hannah needed him to prove she was still… capable of being loved. He wanted her, because he thought she'd be a good addition to his harem. Still, perhaps a part of him pitied her. Perhaps he could make up for her heartbreak?

Either way, he was happy to make out with her, letting their lips continue to press against one another as he held her in his strong arms.

For Hannah, this kiss was… magical. It was the crack that finally destroyed the dam to her desires. She went wild, continuing to kiss a man she hadn't seen in years.

Their lips smacked against one another. She was clumsy, unsure of herself, only wanting him to feel good, but unsure of how to accomplish that. Neville was never much of a kisser.

She pushed her husband from her mind. She didn't want to waste thought on him as her lips continued to gently press against his. He held her in his arms, gently moving his lips against her, nibbling on her bottom lip, before kissing her lips completely once more.

Hannah felt her breath being stolen right out of her mouth. She felt dizzy, almost like she was high. How did James do this with just a kiss? She wasn't sure, but his kisses left her heart racing.

He squeezed her a little tighter, letting her breasts push against his hard, firm body as she let out a small whimper of surprise. Then a moan. A small moan that left her legs shaking as his hands moved around her body, exploring her figure.

She feared he would find her unsatisfying. She was so much older than last they met, and yet he happily touched her body. His hands slid under her shirt, sliding over her smooth, bare skin. His fingers brushed against her bra, and she prayed he'd tear it off her body.

But no. He teased her with his gentle fingers, before he moved his hands down her figure, sliding them down to the lower half of her robe. His hands grabbed at her ass, squeezing and playing with it, letting his fingers sink into the soft flesh as she moaned weakly in his hands.

She trembled in her grasp as a fire began to grow inside of her. It soon grew, becoming an inferno inside of her as his tongue gently pressed against her closed lips. She was taken back for a moment, before she parted her lips and welcomed his tongue inside of her.

Neville never kissed her like this.. It was like nothing she had ever felt before as his tongue slowly made her lose her mind.

She tried opening her eyes to make sure he was enjoying the kiss, but it was so hard to focus as he kissed her like this. She almost went cross-eyed. To preserve what dignity she had, she quickly closed her eyes and focused instead on his tongue inside of her mouth.

The fact that his tongue was in her mouth should have disgusted her. Instead, she found herself enamored by the taste. She felt his tongue press against her teeth, sliding along them, before pressing against the inside of his cheek. She moaned against him, quivering as his leg pressed against her crotch once more.

She grinded her body against him, rubbing her wet pussy against his strong thigh. She pressed her clit against him, already so close to cumming from just this lewd kiss. Then he pulled away. Just his leg, depriving her of it as his tongue continued to explore her mouth.

It was hard to focus on anything beyond this kiss. It made her feel things she wasn't used to. She had sex with Neville several times, but that was nothing compared to this.

And fuck, she wanted more.

She threw her arms around his neck, happily sucking on his tongue as she felt him step back. His back hit the door as they made out like two naughty students trying not to be found by their teacher, but neither cared about the sound of someone walking past the door.

They just enjoyed the other, letting James explore her body like it was her first time again. Though, it certainly wasn't James' first. His hands knew just where to touch, exactly where to set her on fire.

Finally the kiss broke. She gasped for air, staring at him with shimmering eyes in the dark. She licked her lips as his hands gently spanked her once more. Her pussy quivered between her legs as he smiled at her.

"Go crazy, Hannah. I'm all yours. Let me show you how a real man treats his woman."

"Yes," she moaned, nodding her head as she sank down to her knees. "Please…" She begged him to show her a real man.

She laid on her knees as her hands grabbed at his pants, quickly unzipping his cock. She pulled his pants and boxers down with one tug, only for her jaw to drop as his cock came out. It nearly smacked her right in the face as it towered over her, casting a shadow down on her in the dimly lit room.

"H-holy fuck," she cursed, and James smiled at that common response he received.

"Something wrong?" he asked, taking it by the base and gently tapping the top of her head with the tip. Precum dripped down on her hair and forehead as she breathed in the heavy musk of his cock.

Maybe she could smell Susan Bones on it.

"I-it's so… f-fuh… Fucking big," she muttered.

"Is it? That's a surprise. I'm not even fully hard yet."

"What?!" Hannah shouted, before she clapped a hand over her mouth. She glanced at the door behind James, before she lifted up her hand. "Y-you're joking, right?"

"What do you think?" he replied, gently smacking her head again with his dick.

Hannah had watched a lot of porn to train herself for her husband. She intended on impressing him with her dick sucking skill, but he never gave her the chance. Now James got what he didn't…

She leaned forward, kissing the tip of the cock first. A long peck as she suckled on the head, before popping her lips off of it and kissing her way down the shaft. Her lips smacked against it as she moved down the member, even dragging her tongue part of the way, before she moved down his crotch and came to balls.

Hannah darted her tongue out to quickly lick one of his balls, before she kissed the other, then she licked both of them, moaning quietly at the taste. She tried to tease the man with several more kisses and licks, drooling slightly at the taste as her pussy yearned for more.

She thought she was doing good. A little foreplay on his cock as she kissed it like it was his lips. She coated it in her saliva back and forth, sliding her tongue back to the head of his dick. She let her hot breath brushed against it as James slowly lost his patience.

When she neared the bulbous tip of his dick, he grabbed her head and forced her to take the entirety of his shaft. His cock slammed into her mouth, digging down into her throat as her eyes shot open. He stuffed her full of his member, filling it with his hard cock.

"Mmph!" Her eyes watered as her throat was filled with his cock. His fingers dug into her head as he began to pound at her throat, fucking her face as he reduced her to his toy.

His broken, little toy… Her body went limp as his cock pounded her throat. Each thrust let his dick dive a little deeper inside of her, stretching out her throat. Her tongue smacked against the bottom side of it, trapped beneath his girthy member.

Whether it licked his dick out of involuntary movement or to try and please him, he wasn't sure. He didn't care. He just kept fucking her as he admired how tight her mouth was and how well her throat squeezed his dick.

Her muffled moans and choked gasps filled the closet as he fucked her harder and faster. In the back of her mind, Hannah felt violated. Brutally violated. She felt like he was treating her head like a pussy, fucking it without remorse and… and she loved it.

Her saliva coated every inch of the shaft as drool dripped onto the floor and her clothes.

James had to hand it to her. Her mouth felt so damn good and he felt her wrap her lips wrap tightly around his shaft. They dragged along the member, wiping what little lipstick she wore onto the shaft. She didn't even move her head, simply letting him use her.

She bathed his shaft with her saliva, cleaning every inch of it as she felt it pushing down her throat, almost choking her. His cock was definitely the biggest thing she had ever put in her mouth.

She did her best to be a good slut.

Slut? No, she…

Yes, she was his slut.

She was his slut. That was the word for it, right? What better word was there for someone who just broke up with her husband, and then pulled some man she hardly knew and sucked his dick in a closet?

She was a slut, but the way his cock dripped precum inside of her throat… She knew she was his slut.

Hannah tried to help push her head forward until her lips were pressed against the base of his dick, giving it a kiss. Her nose was pressed into his crotch as her lower lip gently rubbed against his balls.

That was the last thing he needed. He came inside of her throat, filling her with his semen. His cum shot into her throat like a hose, spewing his cum along the inner walls of her throat and letting it all slide down to her stomach.

Hannah's eyes widened again. She felt his cum clogging her airways, leaving her unable to breathe as her own body trembled… and she came too.

She didn't even touch her own breasts and pussy. She just came after he did, still feeling his cum trickling down her throat and pooling in her stomach. Her eyes were pure white from having rolled into her head, leaving her frozen for a moment.

She slowly pulled her head back, sliding it on his shaft. Cum spurted out from between her lips and his dick. It dripped onto her robes as she pulled her head off of his cock and fell to the ground.

Hannah coughed and gagged on the semen clogging up her throat. She gasped for air through the thick, syrupy semen, swallowing most of it down as the rest splattered onto the ground or on her breasts. She gasped for air once more as everything smelled like his cum, but eventually she was able to breathe mostly unimpeded.

But her body gave out once she drew that breath. She laid on the ground, shaking as her eyes appeared to be completely white, small streams of tears falling through the splattered cum on her face.

James smiled as she laid there, barely conscious as he dropped a few more drips of cum on her head. He even spat on her head for good measure, curious to see when she'd wake up on her own.

It took her a few minutes, but she eventually woke up to find him standing over her with a smirk on his face.

"Hey. Enjoy your nap?" Before she could answer, he spoke up first. "I bet you want to be fucked on my cock now, don't you? Get the main course?" he asked, raising his brow. He took his semi hard dick in hand, bouncing it up and down, letting some precum drip down to the floor.

She licked some of his cum off her lips, before she crawled towards him and looked at his cum from the floor, sucking it right into her mouth. It was pathetic, but also beautiful, in a way. She lifted her head up, staring at him through her golden locks.

"Y-yeah…"

"Thought so. Then you'll have to obey my orders. Think you can do that?"

"Y-yeah."

"Up." She stood up as ordered, holding her body up on shaky legs as the two stared at one another. "Strip your clothes off, but leave your robes on."

"O-okay." He glared at her and she quickly fixed her mistake. "Y-yes… Master?"

"Good."

He watched as her clothes began to come off. Her top fell to the floor, exposing her dull, white bra. She unhooked that and tossed it onto the ground, right on her shirt. She then pulled down her skirt, letting it slide to her feet as he stared at her wet panties.

She blushed at his gaze, before she pulled her panties down her thick legs. Strands of juices linked her pussy and panties, but she ignored them as she stood in front of him wearing only her robe.

"From now on, this is your entire wardrobe. This and anything else I tell you to wear, got it?"

She bit her lower lip, feeling her pussy quivering once more. Despite this, she nodded her head. "Y-yes, Master."

"You know, I've fucked a lot of lucky whores," he confessed with a grin. Somehow, that didn't surprise her… "Now, if you're good, you can be my loyal fuck slave whenever I want. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes," she confessed, nodding her head. She spoke again, a little firmer. "I-I want it. I want to be your slut!" She swallowed spit and cum down her throat as she looked up to the man with the kind of reverence reserved for a god. "I want you to fuck my tight pussy, M-Master!"

"Don't worry, I will…" He watched as her smile grew, only to come down crashing. "My house, tonight. Be there."

Hannah wished she could have dressed up more for the night, but her Master's orders were clear. She wouldn't disobey him, of course. She arrived in her robes, naked under the cloth, but she made sure to spice her face up with just the right amount of makeup.

She arrived at the home, a glorious mansion that stole her breath away. This was the kind of home she had always dreamed of living in. Poor Neville could never give her this, though.

That was one of the last thoughts she gave to her ex-husband. She walked towards the house with her pussy juices sliding down her legs. She licked her pink, glistening lips as the door opened before she could even touch the knob.

A maid held the door open for her, before she stepped aside and Hannah smiled at James staring back at her.

"Glad to see you've finally made it. Hungry?" he asked, and Hannah swallowed spit down her throat as she stared at his half-naked body. All he was wearing were some boxers, letting her stare at his strong physique. "Nessa has dinner ready, but if you're prefer the main course…"

She stepped into the house. Hannah heard the door close behind her as she sank down to her knees and bowed down to her king. Not her husband, no. That would imply they were equal. She was meant to be a servant who'd lick cum off the floor for him…

"Fuck me," she squeaked. "Please, please, fuck me, Master…!"

"Thought so," he chuckled, He motioned her to follow and she did, following him to some door down some hallway.

He opened the door with a quick flick of his wand as Hannah looked inside. She gasped as she saw the familiar face of Hermione Granger inside, her lips painted with a blood-red lipstick, her beautiful features accented by hints of makeup here and there, but most shocking of all, Hannah gawked at the lingerie she wore.

"Hello, Hannah," Hermione smiled, spreading her legs apart as she sat on the bed, letting the blonde stare at her thick, long legs and her full breasts pressed tightly against her chest. "I am Master's top slut," she introduced. "You will refer to me as Mistress Hermione."

"Mih, muh…" Hannah swallowed spit down her throat as her pussy gushed out more juices. Her eyes darted between James and Hermione as he walked into the room behind her, closing the door and placing a hand onto Hannah's back.

"Mistress," she whispered the word, before her eyes turned to James' smirking face. "Master."

He pushed her onto the bed and the two began to break their newest toy.

Hannah was pinned under Hermione. The two were kissing one another, their lipstick ruined as they smacked their lips against the other, moaning as their hands clung to the other. Hermione made sure to press her large breasts under Hannah's smaller rack, even pushing a leg against Hannah's crotch to make the woman moan and mewl.

James watched the show with a smile on his face as Hermione's tongue probed the woman's mouth, sliding along the inside of her cheeks, teeth, and against Hannah's tongue.

The two continued to make out with one another as James watched, not even bothering to touch his own hard cock. They'd take care of it soon enough.

Hermione broke the kiss eventually, letting her spit drip down onto Hannah's face. She spat on her like she was scum, before she got off of her and pulled her up. Hannah was forced onto all four, her ass aimed towards James. Hermione pulled up her robe, exposing her bare ass to their Master.

"Ready?" Hermione whispered, and Hannah opened her mouth as James let his cock pop out. Before the blonde could speak, Hermione pushed her, and James' cock slammed into her.

It was not the first cock to be stuffed inside of her, but it was definitely the biggest. She opened her mouth, letting out a silent scream as she felt the cock bury inside of her pussy. Then James grabbed her arms, pulling them back as he began to buck his hips.

"Ahhh!" Hannah bounced up, and down. She screamed now, her voice loud and sensual as the cock filled her.

She felt her tight, pussy walls squeezing his member, tightening around it. She felt globs of precum splattering inside of her, spilling inside of her and filling her. Smeared along the walls of her pussy. Hermione grabbed at her tits, squeezing Hannah's breasts through her clothes.

She pinched her nipples, twisting and squeezing them, listening to Hannah's screams as her eyes rolled up her skull again.

"Ahh! AHH! AHHH!"

"We own you, little whore," Hermione cursed. "You'll be our little toy to break. Low in the hierarchy. Maybe lower than the maid." She smacked Hannah's ass, letting the flesh jiggle, slowly turning it red as she smacked her ass again.

"Yes, yes! I'm yours, I'm, ahh, yours!" Her pussy juices spilled down onto the bed, staining it, James pulled on her arms, before he released them and grabbed her hair, bending her head back as she cried out in pleasure.

His cock buried deep inside of her, pounding her cunt, pressing against the entrance to her womb. "AHHH! Oh, fuck! It feels, fuh, faaah!"

"Heh." Hermione leaned in close, kissing the other woman's neck, even biting it. She left marks on her fair skin. "You will be a good slave."

The moved her hands behind her back, undoing the corset wrapped around her body. It came off with ease, and she tossed it aside. Her bare breasts were exposed, bouncing before her eyes, leaving Hannah drooling as her pussy convulsed around his dick.

James spanked her ass, telling her to move her own body now as he sat back. She obeyed, lifting her hips up and down, letting the cock pound her pussy quickly. Not as fast as her Master fucked her, but there was something so perfect about impaling herself on his dick…

Hannah bounced on her new Master's cock, moaning loudly as her eyes rolled into her skull. She was drooling on herself, coating her own tits in her spit and sweat as she screamed in joy. She wasn't able to think as waves of pleasure filled her mind.

It was like a little storm brewing in her head. Ecstasy fried her brain, letting her old, respectable self die. A new Hannah was being made in her head.

One absolutely loyal to her Master, eager to ride the cock of her Master's thick, girthy monster.

"Haa! Haa! Harder! Fuck me, stupid! Turn me into, ahh! Your dumb, little, fucktoy!" she screamed. She wanted to be degraded. She wanted to be treated like a worthless fucktoy.

Her Master broke her. She didn't want to be a wife. She didn't even want to be a woman. She wanted to be a reduced to a fuck toy, a body designed to be filled with cock and cum. Coated in it, even.

Whether it was her mouth, pussy, or ass, she surrendered to her Master, giving into him as her Mistress moved in front of her, letting her large breasts jiggle in front of Hannah. The blonde smiled stupidly, mesmorized by the soft, bouncy breasts before her.

Hermione smiled, before she moved her body, smacking Hannah's face with her tits. She slapped the woman with her soft breasts, before she moved her body to do it again, smacking her face again.

It was so humiliating to be beaten like this, but Hannah adored it, thanking her Mistress between blows.

"Ahh! Ha, harder! Harder! Please, I-mmmph!" Hermione grabbed Hannah by the back of her head and buried it between her own large breasts.

Their Master saw the show and he moved his hips faster, pounding Hannah harder, pushing the beautiful blonde into Hermione's tits harder. His hips were a blur as the blonde moaned loudly the brunette's breasts, her cries muffled. His balls smacked against the woman's body, creating sweet music with Hannah's muffled moans and the sounds of Hermione's tits smacking against Hannah's face…

Hannah drooled on Hermione's skin, her eyes rolling into her head as she gasped for air. Hermione's tits squeezed her head, suffocating her as her pussy squeezed tighter around James' dick. She loved how they treated her so lowly… She adored it. She wanted more of it.

She felt his shaft throbbing inside of her. She was freezed from her soft prison, only for her lips to be brought to Hermione's. The two kissed, tongues dancing with one another as Hannah felt herself being brought closer and closer to her orgasm…

"I-I'm going to cum," she squealed. Hermione kissed her lips again, licking her face. "Please, Master, make me cum…"

"Do you promise to obey us? Promise to be our little slut forevermore?"

"Yes… Yes," she replied with a whimpering, shaky breath. "I'm yours. M-Mistress."

She turned her head, staring at James. "Master…"

He spanked her ass again, letting her moan loudly. He then grabbed his hips and started pumping into her again, pounding her insides and driving her over the edge in a matter of seconds. Hannah screamed in pleasure, shaking against her king and queen as they moved to sandwich her between them.

She came. It was a glorious orgasm. The greatest she had ever experienced. Her mind was broken, her spirit born anew. She felt her Master's cum filling her, coating her insides in waves of white as her Mistress kissed her once more.

Hannah couldn't kiss back, but she happily welcomed her Master's semen, letting it coat the inside of her womb. His cum churned inside of her as she smiled, a fucked silly grin on her lips as she thanked her new loves.

"Thank you, Master… Thank you, Mistress…"

Her body fell limp between them for a moment as James' hand slipped around her, squeezing and groping her breast. He played with her nipple as his hips kept moving, pounding her pussy again.

Hermione giggled at the sight, before she returned to kissing Hannah, practically tasting her moans and sweet cries…

Hannah was on her back. The whites of her eyes were showing again, no doubt because they had rolled into her head once more.

She wore a mask of cum on her face. It coated her, globs of it in her hair still, with more dripping from her cheeks and plenty on her lips. She looked like such a dirty whore for her Master, just as he liked her.

The sight of her was only further worsened, or improved, by the cum trickling out of her wet, not-so tight cunt. She laid there, motionlessly, as the bed gently rocked beneath her.

Herminoe cried out in pleasure as she slowly rode her Master, letting her hips sway and bounce as she felt the hard cock pounding her insides. She moaned loudly, feeling him pound her tight holes as she leaned her head back. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"

"So many women… You have so many sluts eager to serve your cock, Master. I can't even, ahh! K-keep count of them all!" Hermione cooed, her hands stroking James' bare chest as she moved her hips, letting the dick pound her insides

"Jealous?" he asked, raising one brow as she nearly came on his shaft. To his amusement, all Hermione did was blush. The sight of her blushing while riding his hard cock. He laughed at the sight, gently smacking Hermione's ass.

"Calm down. You don't have any reason to be." He smacked her ass again, earning another loud moan from her as Hannah began to crawl over. "Just a few more sluts and we can deliver the killing blow, my beautiful Queen…"

"Yes… yes, Master, I… Ahhh!" Hermione came on his cock, squeezing his shaft as he closed his eyes and smiled. Victory was so close. "I can't wait to help you however I can… Master."