Harry Potter awoke to a burning in his wrists. He tried to move them, tried to rub his hands against one another, but he quickly came to the startling revelation that his hands were bound. He struggled to move them once more, but all he did was make the burning pain stronger.
He tried to move his legs, and that quickly failed as well. He groaned weakly as his eyes opened, and all he saw was darkness around him. His eyes strained to see as he realized his glasses were no longer on him, leaving him in almost total darkness.
Darkness that was soon filled with a familiar face.
"About time. I was worried I'd have to leave us all in the dark for a while. You kept us waiting, Potter," the voice teased. No, the voice was mocking him. The voice dripped with a hateful scorn as Harry felt his glasses being placed back onto his head.
He could see figures in the darkness around him, but before he could say anything there was a sudden explosion of fire and light. Harry flinched, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to hide from the burn inferno, only for him to realize there was no fire.
Just the lights turning on. Or maybe a spell? He wasn't sure. His mind ached and his heart pulsed slowly as he looked around.
Just himself, James, and nearly every woman Harry knew surrounding them.
Ginny, his childhood friend and wife, Lily, his own daughter, Hermione Granger-Weasley, his best friend and wife to his second closest friend, and beside her, their lips gently wrestling and smacking against her own, was Hermione's own daughter, the beautiful Rose.
Lily and Ginny stared at their family's patriarch with mocking smiles. They kissed one another, and Harry couldn't move his head as he silently watched his wife make out with their daughter, tongues smacking against the other as they clung to the other.
They were far from alone. Nymphadora Tonks, the kind and brave Auror agent who fought by his side long ago. Married to Remus Lupin, now on her knees at James' feet, gently rubbing at his cock, stroking her fingers up and down the member.
Audrey, Molly, and Lucy Weasley were all there. Ron's own relatives, all throwing themselves at each other, like a living monument to incestuous desire and depravity. Audrey rubbed her pussy against Molly, grinding her clit and cunt against her, moaning loudly as Lucy moved back and forth, stroking and suckling on their tits, moaning in pleasure as her tongue slid over their sweaty, soft bodies.
"Master!"
"Fuck us, Master!"
"We're your horny sluts! Fuck us!"
"Cum in me, Master James!"
Harry wanted to cover his ears, but he couldn't even muster that up as his eyes continued to move around the room. Susan Bones, the Minister of Magic herself, was walking towards her Master from another room, a tray of food and drinks in her hands. She held the tray up high, letting Harry see the word 'COW' written a dozen times over on her large, naked tits.
"Your food, Master."
"Later, whore." James took a glass of milk from her and downed it, savoring the taste as Susan didn't even glance at Harry. She simply bowed her head as he shooed the woman away. She began to walk away, before James stopped her, taking a glass of wine from the tray.
He sniffed the red wine, before holding it out to Cho Chang, who sat beside him. She took a whiff of the scarlet liquor, savoring the aroma, before she took the drink in hand and sipped at it. "Mmm, not bad." She motioned Susan over, and she moved closer, only to gasp as Cho poured wine all over her large udders, coating the tits in liquor. "Clean this up, slut," she ordered, a smile on her face as her eyes gleamed with a sadistic glee.
Harry's jaw hung low. Cho was his first girlfriend. He loved her, even if it wasn't the same love he had for Hermione or Ginny. Yet here she was, cuddling against James' side, kissing his naked body and joining Tonks in stroking his hard cock, smiling as she watched a glob of precum squirt out the tip.
Cho leaned in to lick it up, only to gasp as Tonks did it first, leaving the other woman to pout. "Bitch," she huffed.
"Don't worry, Cho. There will be plenty more for later."
James took this slow. He knew what was happening in Harry's mind. He was realizing just how many women he knew and trusted had abandoned or betrayed him. He was shaking as he fell deeper and deeper into despair, staring at more familiar faces.
Ginny and Hermione weren't the only woman that was betraying her husband by being here. Fleur Weasley and Angelina Weasley were both there, happily betraying their husbands as they sat together, fingering the other's cunt, moaning loudly as their fingers pistoned in and out of the other.
The gorgeous blonde made out with her equally gorgeous partner, their tongues licking at the other, before they both opened a single eye. They stared at Harry as he laid bound to a chair, mocking smiles on their faces, before they both trembled in place, cumming from the other's touch.
Roxanne Weasley, Angelina's own daughter, stared at the two, fingering herself, silently waiting for it to be her turn to feel the touch of another. Another woman was acceptable, but her Master was preferable, a fact she made clear as she stared at James' hard cock.
Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell were nearby, doing something very similar. They fingered one another, moaning, but their voices spat insults at him. They tried to whisper it, but he could easily hear their moans and mewling cries.
"What a loser."
"So pathetic."
"Absolutely worthless."
"Mmm, Draco, look how pathetic your old rival is, dear."
"It's Nessa now, mother… but yes. Potter looks absolutely pathetic."
Astoria and Narcissa Malfory were glaring at Harry. Draco's old lover and his own mother, clinging to a pretty blonde maid. It took Harry a moment to realize the two women were referring to the maid as Draco, and Harry's eyes widened in shock as the maid, Nessa, glared at her.
"You wish you were as lucky as my family, Potter. You'll never know the loving touch of another. You'll die alone and be hated by everyone." A sadistic grin stretched across her face, before she kissed her own mother as if she was her wife… followed by kissing her former lover, suckling on Astoria's tongue.
Daphne Greengrass laid with the Patil Twins, Pavarti and Padma. The three women were sharing a special dildo together, one shaped like a T. The two sisters laid on their backs, bouncing up and down on the shaft, while Daphne crouched above it, letting the toy slam into her cunt again and again.
They didn't even acknowledge him, too enraptured by the pleasure they felt… but not so enraptured that they forgot who owned them.
"Master, fuck us!"
"This toy isn't big enough!"
"We need your big, fat, cock! Please, Master?"
Hannah Abbott, Lavender Brown, and Pansy Parkinson were all lying on the ground. They had been used as earlier entertainment, it seemed. Harry stared at them as they laid at his feet, cum still gushing out from their fucked pussies.
Then he felt a small droplet of water hit him.
"Hello, Harry," Luna smiled, and the Potter boy couldn't believe what he was seeing for a moment.
Luna Lovegood, such a kind and warm soul, joining in this horrible depravity. She was naked, standing beside him as Harry listened to Hermione and James kissing one another, their tongues wrestling and their moans melding together.
Luna simply smiled at Harry. "That drop I used should make sure you have a painful afterlife," she declared, before she giggled quietly. "I'm kidding. Or maybe I'm not. You'll find out later," she beamed, leaving his side to embrace and cuddle against James.
Harry was silent. Despite being surrounded by so many women he knew, Harry had never felt more alone. He looked into the eyes of his darling wife, Ginny, and she looked back at him with such disdain and disgust. She turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut, as if she couldn't even stand the sight of him.
Lily had a similar look in her eyes, and she even moved closer. Harry looked at her, hoping she'd remember that he was her father. Whether or not she did, Lily only had one thing for him. She spat on his head, glaring at him with rage.
Harry blinked, and he silently tried to will this nightmare to end. A bad dream. That was all this had to be. That was all…
"T-this can't be happening," Harry panted, hanging his head low as James chuckled. He placed his hand on Harry's head, lifting the young man up by his hair.
"Oh, it's happening." He turned Harry's head, pointing it back at Ginny. Harry's eyes widened as he looked over the love of his life. She was standing closer now, letting him get a good look at her body.
He expected her to be dirty, beaten and injured, barely alive from having been kidnapped from him for months now. He expected to see a broken woman on the edge of despair, but he didn't see any of that.
He saw her naked body, and the beauty the red-haired woman once had… was even better than before. Ginny was a curvaceous, hourglass shaped figure. Her massive breasts, ones that had seemed to grow since she was his, seemed ot only add to the torture.
Ginny noticed his eyes on her and she smiled. She smiled with glistening, sparkling lips, the pink lipstick she wore only adding to her beauty as she placed a hand on her chest, sliding it down to grope herself.
Her fingers slid over her pale breast, and her fingers brushed against her hard nipple, before James forced Harry's head to turn. He groaned in pain, turning to see Hermione now. She was just as naked as Ginny, and like Ginny, her beauty seemed to only grow with time.
Hermione had always been pretty, but now she was sexy. Gorgeous. His jaw hung low as the brunette posed for him, showing off her flawless skin and sexy, hourglass-shaped body.
'Like what you see, Harry? Or shall I call you, The Boy Who Should Have Died," a voice commented, and he turned his head to look at her.
Harry looked at all of the women around him. They stared at him with the same hate and disgust as the others did, but Harry didn't understand. He was friends with most of these women, and he had even loved a few of them in the past.
Yet they all looked at him with the same hate he had seen before. From James. Harry tore his head away from James' when suddenly a hand struck his cheek. He cried out in pain, before he looked at who had hit him.
"You horrible monster!" Lily scowled, glaring at him.
"Lily, s-stop this! You're my daughter! Why are you-?!" Harry was silenced by another smack, and he cried out in pain from the blow as his daughter struck his face again.
"It doesn't matter what you were for us," Cho Chang spat. "None of that matters. You attacked our Master and for that, you should die." She smacked his face again, hitting her former boyfriend as he cried out in pain. His glasses nearly fell off, and Cho placed her hand on his glasses, putting them back on his face with mocking gentleness.
The women had nothing for him. Nothing of their old selves. James had corrupted and tainted them all. They showed nothing but revulsion for him, and every word they uttered dripped with venomous hatred. He tried to speak, tried pleading with them, but his voice couldn't even rise over their insults.
He couldn't even hear his own voice at first. Eventually his pleas began to be heard, but only because the other women took a break from insulting him. They let him speak, and Harry only felt further humiliation at that revelation.
"Ladies, please, this has to stop! You've all been bewitched by James! You have to fight-ahh!" Another blow. It was from his daughter again. His cheek stung as his mind spun for a moment. He blinked a few times, focusing his mind as he turned and stared at his daughter. She stared back at him with that same glimmer of hate.
"Lily, please, stop. I'm your father. I raised you."
"You're not my father," she spat, grabbing him by his hair and pulling on it, forcing him to bend his head back. "James is. He's my father, husband, Master, and lover," she declared, placing a hand on her own large breast and digging her fingers into it. She roughly groped herself, forcing Harry to watch as he felt his heart break.
"Lily, no, this-" She released his hair, before smacking his face again. He groaned in pain as she pulled away from him and approached her true father. James was silent during all of this, a watcher to a beautiful play.
But when Lily placed her hands on his body, stroking his chest and licking her lips, she brought the true hero of this tale to the forefront. "James fucked me, Harry." Harry, not father. Not dad. Harry.
It was now that Harry noticed that he had actually made a small injury on James' face. He was wearing an eyepatch over his damaged eyeball. Harry cost him an eye, while James had taken everything from the Boy Who Lived.
"He fucked my tight, wet cunt and he made me a woman. He came into my womb so many times, I couldn't keep track," she declared with a giggle. "I couldn't find a greater reason for living than serving my Daddy. My Master."
She stood up on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against James' mouth. The two kissed as she wrapped her arms around his body, holding him tightly and letting the kiss go on for several seconds. It wasn't wildly passionate, but somehow that made it worse for Harry.
He tried to turn his head away, only for Ginny to place a hand on his head and force him to look at the happy couple. They were kissing like they were at the altar. Passionate and in love, yet tender and gentle.
Their lips continued to fight with one another, and Harry could see their tongues soon meeting, pressed against the other, barely holding back from going further. They stopped, breaking the kiss and leaving a long line of saliva linking their mouths.
Harry's daughter licked up the saliva as Harry began the long process of breaking down. Ginny released his head and he hung it low where he sat. He began to cry, sniffling, before he gasped for air as his tears fell down his face and onto his legs.
"Puh, please. Please. L-Luh, Lily. Lily, come back," Harry pleaded, and his cries and wails fell on deaf ears as his daughter glanced at him with mocking malice. James' hands were on her ass, squeezing and groping it, making her moan in his arms.
She turned back to James and kissed his lips once more. She moaned into his mouth as his hands continued to squeeze and knead her ass, and the two soon found their moans melding together and echoing in Harry's head for… for what felt like forever.
Tonks placed a hand on Harry's head this time, forcing him to look at the kissing couple. Lily's naked tits were sandwiched between her body and his, with her nipples dragged up and down his body. Once they parted, James was left with a hard on.
He looked down at his erection as Lily moved her hips, pressing her crotch against his clear erection. She humped his body, grinding her crotch against his as their moans grew louder.
The two pulled apart, and Lily's legs were shaking. She fell back, only to be caught in James' strong, loving arms. She smiled at him, before she rested her hand on his body. She cuddled against his naked chest, still humping his cock, but duty called.
She had to stop, and so she pulled away. She licked up the rope of saliva between their mouths and he enjoyed the sight of her dopey, fuccked silly smile. He admired her beauty for a moment, groping her ass and tits for a few moments, and listening to the sweet symphony of Harry Potter's despair.
And then looked at his other sluts. Susan Bones, the twins, Nessa and her family, and all the others. And he made his command. "Ladies, let's begin our orgy. Now remember, let's make it one hell of a show for our dear guest! I want Harry to wish he was the Boy Who Died when we're done," he chuckled, and the women cheered as if Voldemort had just been defeated once more.
"Yay! Thank you, Master!"
"Please, fuck me first!" Hermione's daughter, Rose, pleaded.
"No, me, Master!" Lucy squealed.
"No, Master, wouldn't you want to fuck your slutty MILF?" Narcissa mewled, groping her large tits for her Master, squeezing them against one another with pussy juices sliding down her thigh.
The only one not to beg for Hermione. She simply smiled, knowing she'd have her turn when her Master was ready.
James looked over his harem with his single eye, smiling at the sight. He forgot all about Harry for a moment, before he simply grabbed Lily in his arms and rammed his cock into her. Her eyes widened, before she screamed in pleasure, bouncing up and down in her Master's arms.
"Pair up, ladies! Forget about this loser. It's time to have some fun! They say the greatest revenge is to live a good life, so let's be as loud as we want!"
And forget about Harry they did. The women cheered with glee, and they all quickly began to pair off with one another.
Ginny and Hermione were making out with one another, clinging to the other, sucking on the other's tongue. Roxanne and Susan were making out as well, rubbing their pussies together. The Patil Twins made a show of their incestual love, shaking their asses and sexually grinding against the other to the cheers of their fellow sluts. Tonks was putting on a special show nearby, turning herself into a copy of whoever she was making out with.
It was so depraved, and Harry felt one of the many girls turn his head again, forcing him to look at James fucking her daughter. A man his age fucking a woman half their age… A woman he loved.
"L-Lily-"
"Fuck, your pussy is tight! A slut like you… With a name of a whore," James grunted, ramming his hard cock into her again and again, filling her pussy with the shaft, pounding her. The sound of his cock slamming into her pussy filled the air, melding with all the other sounds as Lily sang her praise for her Daddy.
"Ahh, yes, Daddy! I was named after a huge whore! A slut! A fucking cock-hungry bi-eeee!" Lily trembled in James' arms, fighting off an orgasm as she wrapped her arms and legs around his body.
Harry was silent. Tears slowly fell down his face as he tried to make sense of this all. His mouth hung open as he watched one of the other sluts create a cushioned table before James and Lily. The man thanked his whore with a grin, before James laid Lily on it.
The young woman laid on her back and she wrapped her legs around James, moaning loudly as his cock continued to pound her pussy, ramming into her again and again as Harry had an even better angle to watch now.
Even through the tears and weeping, he could see James fuck his daughter perfectly.
"Daddy! Daddy, your cock is so fucking big! I love it, I love it, I-ahhh! AHHH! I love your cock, Daddy! Please, make me cum like the fucking whore I am!" Lily shrieked, eyes rolling into her head for a moment as she continued to take the beating.
James moved his hips, letting his cock slam into her from different angles now. The bulbous head of his dick pounded against different parts of her pussy, pressing down on her G-spot, making her screams of ecstasy even louder.
She moaned in pleasure, panting and mewling as she looked up at James with such love and adoration. More than Harry ever got from her.
"Daddy, I want to marry you… I want you to walk me down the aisle, and then kiss me at the altar. Fuck me. Make love to me. Own me! Fuh, faah, FUCK ME!"
Her eyes glanced at Harry, a toothy grin on her face. "You make me so much happier than that loser ever did! That worthless bastard…! I'm shocked he could, haa, even impregnate a, haa, a woman! AHHH!"
She came in front of Harry, arching her back and trembling as her body was impaled on James' cock. Lily felt a wave of pleasure and heat run over her, drowning her in a wild fire of bliss. Her body was shaking, and her muscles spasming for a moment, before she felt it.
His cock throbbed and pulsed, and a geyser of cum was shot inside of her, filling her insides to the brim. The cum washed over her insides like a wave, filling her and coating the walls of her womanhood.
The flood of off-white semen drowned her eggs in cum, and she felt it inside of her, churning as his hips kept moving. She giggled weakly, feeling his cum moving inside of her as her legs and arms gently stroked his naked body.
"Daddy… You're so perfect. The greatest Daddy…"
Harry heard every word, sobbing now as he gasped for air. He laid still, unable to even comprehend what he was seeing. Then he heard Lily's voice, and he was reminded.
He was watching his daughter being fucked by the man who ruined his life. James chuckled a bit, before he reached his hands down. He picked Lily up, and held her in his arms. She leaned in closer, kissing his face, exchanging quick and passionate kisses with her Daddy, moaning out that word again and again.
With ease, James held her in his arms, turning her so that her pussy was aimed at Harry. That gave Harry a very close look at her cum-filled pussy, and he even watched as a large glob of semen dripped out of her and onto the floor.
"Look how filled I am, you loser. That's Daddy's cum," Lily moaned, and Harry turned his head away in shame.
James released Lily, leaving her on the table as Cho grabbed Harry's head and formed him to look at Ginny's pussy, even pulling on Harry's head, stretching his neck out. She made him get a closer look, before she released him. He groaned in pain as Cho giggled.
"So pathetic. I can't believe I ever wasted my time with you." She grabbed Harry by his cheeks, holding his head tightly and digging her nails into his face. She turned his head so that they were face to face, and she glared at him.
"I want you to know that I regret that date I had with you. All those years ago? And it was still one of the worst experiences of my life," she growled, holding Harry's face a little tighter now, making sure her nails were hurting him. "Not just because I wasn't over what YOU did to Cedric, but also because I really couldn't stand you. You were weak, and pathetic, and disgusting," she spat, driving the knife deeper and deeper into his heart.
"I used you to try and get over Cedric, which failed obviously. But when I got with James…?" She swooned in place, and she left out a breathy sight as she stroked her large breasts, rubbing at them as she shuddered in place. "When James fucked my tight pussy. When we made love again and again… Even when he invited Hermione, and Ginny to fuck us all at once… Fuck, it was all so perfect."
She was painting quite the picture in Harry's head. He stared at her, unblinking, trembling as she made her feelings clear. His mind imagined Ginny and the other women all worshiping one man, moaning as they made love to him.
He wanted to imagine it was him that they loved, but he knew it wasn't. He knew that none of these women could ever love him like they did James. The way they loved James was filled with depravity and sin that Harry had never even considered.
And, perhaps, that was why he failed to compare. James' corruption had influenced all of the women around him, and Harry was left with ash in his mouth.
"When Cedric fucked us all together, I forgot all about you and Cedric. I have a real man now, and I-ahh!" She was interrupted by James, who smacked her ass and made the young beauty moan loudly.
The two turned to one another and their lips curled into a pair of small smiles. They truly looked like they were in love, and they leaned in at the same moment, closing the distance between them and quietly making out with each other.
The two kissed as they held the other, groping and stroking the other's body. James' hands slid over Cho's ass and back, sliding up and down, before he pressed a hand down on her tit, kneading it like though as her hands lovingly stroked his arms and back.
The kiss went on for a full minute. Despite the Patil twins playing with Ginny nearby, despite Nessa and Narcissa making out, despite everything… Harry's eyes were locked on the couple kissing right before his eyes.
They made out for a few more moments, before Hermione held up her wand and played wingman for her Master. A bed appeared under Harry, Cho, and James. Suddenly the former was sitting at the foot of the bed, his arms still tied, all while Cho and James laid on the bed together, still locked in a passionate kiss.
That wasn't all that Hermione did for her Master. Another spell dressed Cho in an instant. The two looked down, smiling as they found that Cho was now wearing the Hogwarts uniform.
"Time to do what I should have done a long time ago," Cho purred, stroking his face with a hungry smile on her lips.
"I'm going to rip that uniform off your body," James promised, sliding his hands under her skirt. He stroked her thick, smooth legs, admiring just how perfect they were as they forgot all about Harry. They looked like lovers on their honeymoon, a fact that Harry was all too aware of.
00000
The gleeful, eager woman could feel his naked cock against her legs. She could feel precum being smeared along the inside of her thigh, and she took a moment to just admire the cock. She closed her legs around it, gently squeezing the member with her soft legs.
She could feel the size and shape of the beast, even the veins on it. She moaned quietly, before she looked up at him. He smiled down at her, before she kissed the air, blowing it towards him.
He grinned, before he moved a little closer, gently rubbing the tip of his dick against her wet pussy.
"Slut."
"Your slut."
"Whore."
"A good whore."
There might have been something akin to love between them. Maybe, but the foundation was built on lust, and with that lust burning in his chest, James thrusted his hips forward. .
He slammed into her pussy and she screamed in pleasure. She had long gotten used to the way James fucked. More than that, she loved it. She adored being treated like his plaything, and his hands groped and squeezed her chest as he smiled at her.
"Fuck me harder, ahh, Professor," she purred, smiling up at him. "I want that, ahh, haa, A. Or D," she giggled, and he laughed with her, an oddly sweet moment in this tirade of torture. Her pussy was well adjusted to his thick, veiny shaft inside of her, and it welcomed his cock with an eager, warm embrace.
Her pussy juices coated the shaft as her arms gently stroked his body, tracing his muscles with love and grace. Then she would moan out loud as he fucked her, his dick pistoning in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Her womanhood squeezed down on it, mewling in bliss as he filled her.
"Oh, Professor, you're so fucking big! Your cock is so much bigger than h-eeee!"
Pure, raw, glorious pleasure, and she adored it. Her legs rose up, wrapping around him as kept bucking his hips. The wet smacking sound filled the room, a beautiful symphony that the other sluts savored.
Tonks crawled onto the bed, trying to kiss and lick James' swinging balls as they smacked against Cho's body. He didn't even seem to notice her as he continued to buck his hips back and forth, ramming his cock inside of Cho's tight cunt.
"Ahh! Fuck me, fuck me, I fucking love it!"
"Dirty girl. Didn't you have a date tonight?" James asked, and Cho glanced at Harry with a smile.
"It doesn't, ahh, matter. You're so much, ahh, more important, ahh! Professor!"
Their moans filled the bedroom together as they fucked on the bed. Faster and harder, James showed no mercy, and Cho loved him for it, lovingly stroking his body with her legs, moaning in pleasure as he continued to fuck her. Her pussy juices spilled out of her, mixed with his own precum that coated her walls.
The bed springs were groaning under them as he pushed his shaft inside of her. He made sure it vanished within her, before sliding it back so that only the tip was in her, and then he slammed into her once more.
She moaned loudly, clinging to him with her legs as her arms were suddenly caught by his hands. He held them tight, gently stroking her skin, feeling the veins just under the surface. Her blood was rushing, pumped by an equally racing heart.
"I love you," she mewled, and he knew he didn't have to answer. Over a dozen women loved him, and if they found out he didn't feel the same way? Nothing would change.
Of course, he did love Cho back. In his own way, and she felt his cock throbbing inside of her. She moaned weakly, her eyes rolling into her head as she took a deep breath. She could feel his dick pulsing inside of her, and she came first, unable to control herself.
The orgasm rocked her entire body, flowing through her like shockwaves of an explosion. She moaned weakly as his cock throbbed once more, before a geyser of semen and cum erupted inside of her. His seed coated her insides, filling her to the brim as she threw her head into the bed.
"Ahhh!"
James groaned on top of her, impaling her on his cock and dumping every bit of his cum deep inside of her. The semen covered her insides as she moaned weakly, trembling as she felt herself filled past the point of containment. His cum gushed out of her, spilling out even with his cock filling her pussy.
She went limp, panting on the bed as her sweat made her body glisten. She laid there, unmoving, until James moved his hips. She moaned, trembling as every inch he slid out of her seemed to throw her into another orgasm.
Perhaps she was just sensitive. Perhaps it was aftershocks of pleasure, or maybe it was something as simple as love. Either way, he pulled out of her and her creampied cunt spilled cum out and onto the bed sheets.
James wiped his cock against her inner thigh, wiping it clean as he looked at Cho. She had a fucked silly grin on her face as she laid there, panting, her breasts jiggling as she took in slow, deep breaths. He snapped his fingers and a pair of sluts moved closer, picking up the used whore and carrying her off the bed.
"Hmm, who's next, Harry? Your daughter again? Luna? Tonks?" he wondered aloud, turning his head to glance at the latter behind him, smiling up at him. He smiled back at her, before he turned away and looked at Harry. "No, I think I know who. Your dear wife, and one of my most pathetic sluts. Ginny."
"I-if you touch her-"
James chuckled at the empty threat. "Please. By now I've made her cum more times in a few days than you did your whole relationship. She loves me, you know, and I treat her like dirt in return. It makes her love me more," he teased, before he turned his head.
Harry didn't want to, but he couldn't help it. Maybe someone was turning his head. He wasn't sure, but he still turned to look at what James was staring at. He saw his wife, Ginny. He would have recognized her anywhere, but he couldn't believe what he was seeing her do.
She wore a large, black mask over her face. A gimp mask, he realized. The only holes in the mask were for her eyes and nose, and her bright, brown eyes stared at him. There was no love in her eyes as the Patil Twins escorted her to James.
"This slut wanted to give you a message, Harry," Parvati smiled, holding up her wand. She cast a spell, and Harry watched as Ginny appeared before him, basking in a golden light, looking like an angel or ethereal spirit.
The copy of Ginny looked at Harry with the same disdainful, hateful stare. "I don't want to talk to you directly, Harry. I never want to say anything to you again because I hate you," she explained with ease.
Harry felt his knife being stabbed and he gulped down spit as he stared at the naked copy of his wife. Ex-wife…?
"I hated seeing you again, and I hated you attacking my Master, but… Not as much as the others. Some part of me wanted to help you."
And for a moment, Harry felt hope. He felt that a path was revealed for him to walk out of this horrible mess, to save his friends, to… Hope rose in Harry's heart, only to be skewered and dropped back to the ground.
Because he realized what was coming next. "I didn't, of course, but now I am going to do my best to crush that part of me. I never want to feel anything close to love to you ever again. I hate you, and I want to hate you forevermore. James is my Master now, and he is Lily's Daddy. You are nothing but scum. A worthless, pathetic man who should have just died long ago."
Ginny spoke so plainly. Almost as if she was bored of Harry. "I hate you, Harry Potter."
And like that, the ghost vanished, gone like whatever love she still had for Harry. Somewhere, Harry could hear Lily giggling at the confession. Harry went still for a moment, shaking, unable to even think as the real Ginny looked at James.
He placed a hand on her head, gently patting it. A show of affection that made her pussy juices flow down her inner thighs and drip onto the ground. A small puddle formed under her, before he motioned to the bed.
"Take her away, ladies."
He gave the two Patil Twins each a kiss, making out with them in front of Harry. It didn't just stop there, though, as he held both of their heads in a single hand, kissing them both at once and feeling their moans brush against his face.
"Master…"
"We love you…"
"So hot…"
"So perfect…"
He broke the kiss, letting their lips meet one another in a depraved, sinful kiss. He then let them go, and they walked to the bed, pulling Ginny along by a leash connected to her mask. Harry's wife nearly fell over, but she kept up, stumbling after them.
Once they reached the bed, Ginny was tossed onto it and Parvati held up her wand. With a simple wave, two items appeared in the sisters' hands, and Harry was shocked at the sight of them.
Two doubled sided dildos. Straps on for them to wear, and they immediately did just that. They moaned as the thick, pink toys were pushed into them, feeling them fill their already wet pussies. They moaned together, before they helped strap the other in, making sure the other was securely fastened, before they looked at Ginny.
Harry shook his head slowly as Ginny took the proper position, laying on all of her limbs like a dog, presenting her ass to one sister. Patil placed her hand on Ginny's head, silently humming to herself. She stroked her chin.
'Hmm… No, slut. I want your pussy. I want to make you feel better than Harry ever did."
"Not hard," the other sister laughed as they both took position. Ginny adjusted, gently pulled down onto Parvati as the woman laid on her bed. Ginny was on top of her, and Parvati was nice enough to rub her dildo against Ginny's wet cunt.
She lubed her shaft up, before she placed her hands on Ginny's hips and lifted her up. She pressed the tip against Ginny's asshole, sliding it between the two, fat, firm cheeks. Ginny moaned weakly at the sensation, painting as she closed her eyes.
And then Patil moved her hips, thrusting her own dildo into Ginny's pussy, taking the redhead by surprise and making her moan loudly, throwing her head back and trembling from the sensation.
She moaned around the shaft, and Harry could hear it quite clearly, even as if it was muffled by her mask. Then Parvati slammed Ginny down, ramming the hard dildo up her ass, and the woman screamed once more, trembling as she was impaled from both ends.
The two sisters laid on one another, with Ginny in the middle. They sandwiched her, pounding her together as Ginny screamed in pleasure and pain. Gravity did half the work for Parvati as she sank down on the dildo, feeling it ramming into her ass, splitting her in two as tears pooled in the corners of her eyes.
Harry watched the show, and James smiled as Hermione walked over, hugging her Master from the side. He hugged her back with one arm as the two smiled at the other, before looking back at the show.
The Patil Twins were whores and sluts, but they were also more dominant than most of the sluts. They took the role well, dominating Ginny and slamming into her together, working as a single unit as they launched their two-pronged attack.
"What a fucking whore!" Parvati grinned.
"I think she likes it!"
"Of course. These cocks are so much better than her ex-husband!"
The two sisters laughed as Patil leaned in, pressing her tits against Ginny, letting them knock and clap against the other as they both moaned and panted. Harry could see drool dripping down from Ginny's mouth as the show continued. He couldn't even blink as the two continued to ram and impale Ginny between them.
Parvati smacked Ginny's frackled, plump rear. The submissive whore moaned at the blow, and he realized what was happening when her body began to shake.
She was cumming, and she let out a muffled moan as Patil scowled. She grabbed one of Ginny's nipples and twisted it, earning a loud, muffled scream from the slave.
"Did you just cum? You bitch! Who said you could cum!? Huh?!"
"Mmmhmm! Mmm!"
"I think she's trying to say something," one of the sisters teased.
"Oh, what's wrong, dear? Something in your throat?"
"Mmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!"
"Maybe we should help her, sister."
"Maybe."
And the sisters did nothing for a moment, just bucking their hips back and forth to fill her pussy and ass with their thick toys. They kept this up for a few minutes, and Harry watched as Ginny trembled once more, her muscles spasming as her pussy tightened around the glistening cock pounding her insides…
She came once more, shaking as it sounded like she was struggling to breathe. She gasped through air behind the mask, still riding the waves of pleasure her Mistresses gave her. That was when one of the sisters opened her mask and hooked a finger around a metal loop.
She pulled, and Harry watched as another, equally big dildo was slowly pulled out of his wife's mouth. The long dildo slowly slid out, leaving his wife gasping for air. The toy was coated with her saliva, and the sisters threw it towards Harry, where it laid at his feet.
He didn't even look at it. His eyes were on his wife. Her wide, gleaming hazel eyes. Her lewd tongue licked the air. Her voice…
"Fuck me… muh, more, Mistress! Please! Want cock. Want, ahh, ahh, ahhh! S-suh, sorry for cumming! Sorry, sorry, suh, sah, ahhh!" She trembled as the toys continued to pound her insides. In fact, the sound of her mewling cries and pleas seemed to spur the two sisters onward.
The two sisters began to fuck Ginny even harder now. The mother's eyes widened, before she was left screaming in depraved ecstasy. Her voice stung Harry's ears, yet all the other women seemed to appreciate the sound, joining in with their own wild cries of pleasure.
Her pussy quivered around his cock, before she arched her body and trembled. She came once more, unable to help herself as another orgasm rocked her body. She quivered between the two as her juices spilled onto the bed, coating it in more sexual juices.
Ginny came on the cocks pounding her insides. Her pussy juices lubed her holes for the two superior women, and they impaled her again and again, ramming into her to the point where they might bruise her insides.
They didn't care. Ginny was the lowest of the slut, but even this placement was better than being the wife to the Boy Who Lived.
Knowing that her old flame was watching her only added to the pleasure as Ginny continued to moan and mewl, cumming again and again. She was so lost to the pleasure, her eyes rolling into her head, her tongue hanging out, that she didn't even notice someone else getting on the bed. It shifted slightly as James placed his hands on Patil's hips, rubbing his cock against her asshole.
He didn't even say anything. Patil smiled, proud to be used as a cock sleeve by her Master. Parvati was happy for her sister, if a bit jealous.
James thrusted his hips forward, slamming his cock into Patil and filling her with his thick member. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back, feeling his warm, moist cock filling her ass. He split her ass in two, and he fucked her just as hard as she fucked Ginny, if not more.
Now Patil was the one screaming. She stopped moving her hips, but that was fine, as James took up the weight. He moved her hips, making her fuck Ginny even harder and faster now. She giggled in an almost drunken glee, high on the pleasure her Master gave her.
Patil was the first of the twins to cum between the two sisters. Not surprising considering she was being fucked by their Master's hard cock, feeling it piston in and out of her, sliding in until it was entirely inside of her ass, before he slid back, and then back inside.
She fell forward, practically laying on her sister and Ginny now as the gimp slut moaned loudly. She came once more as James buried his cock between Patil's mountainous ass cheeks. He spanked her ass, striking it and smacking it until it turned red.
Patil and Ginny both came at once, coating one another with their juices as they laid fucked between Pavarti and James. James pulled his cock out mid-orgasm, spraying jets of semen onto Patil's plump rear, coating it inside and out with his seed.
He left her where she laid as his eyes looked at her sister. Parvati smiled, and she pushed the other two women off of her, letting them fall onto the bed, not caring if they rolled right off. Harry just watched as Parvati threw herself at James, kissing his lips as she struggled to get her strap-on off.
It fell by Harry's feet as James began to fuck the woman, adding her as another notch on his belt, pounding her insides and adding her cum to the stains on the bed. The last thing Harry saw was his wife, Ginny, laying on the bed. She crawled towards a stain of cum James left behind, and she pressed her face against it, licking and sniffing the sheets.
It was all too much, and Harry blacked out for a moment to the sounds of an orgy…
000
It didn't take long for him to awaken. He was woken by a slap to the face from Lily, who smiled at her father. She then stepped aside, letting him stare at Pansy Parkinson standing before him, her body tied up with rope and hanging from the ceiling.
The ropes were tied around her body, making her arms press against her chest, while her legs were bent in uncomfortable positions, keeping her trapped. The ropes all tied around her breasts, accenting them and squeezing them to the point they looked pink.
"This is called shibari," James explained, walking out from behind Harry. "I am explaining it to you, because I doubt you understand anything about it." He patted Harry's head, before James moved his wand.
Immediately Pansy began to moan. "And this is my vibration spell. Something I cooked up. Thoughts?" he chuckled, and Pansy answered for Harry, moaning loudly. "Look closely. I am applying it to her tits, pussy, and asshole. How do you feel, Pansy?"
"G-guh, good! So good, ahh, ahh, Master, ahh! I love you, I, ahhh!" She trembled where she laid, shaking as the orgasms rocked her body.
"Beautiful stuff," James smiled.
"James-"
"Shhh. Don't speak, Harry. I want you to watch." James made a chair for himself and he sat down beside the bound prisoner. They then watched as Pansy was tortured, feeling the vibrations run through her body.
She felt her pussy tingle, and her womanly nectar spilled out and onto the ground. She moaned loudly as a puddle formed under her, and her body trembled as she began to feel her orgasm fast approaching. James then waved his wand, and the vibrations stopped.
Pansy laid limply, panting, whining. "Master…" She tried to move her body, but no amount of wriggling would free her body from the rope.
"This is punishment, my dear, for letting Harry find what we were doing. I can't have you cum just yet. Wouldn't be a good punishment, would it?" he asked, looking at Harry, as if asking for confirmation.
Harry didn't move. He just watched as the spell started again and Pansy moaned loudly as she felt the vibrations press down on her hard nipples, her sore clit, and deep within her asshole.
"Ahhh!"
"It's amazing," Hermione commented from the other side of Harry. "The pleasure. Fuck. It's second only to feeling James' cock in you. Pounding your cunt and his hands on your tits. It's amazing."
James smiled at his dear love, before he glanced at Pansy. Her pussy was gushing out a waterfall as she trembled. He could see her tits bouncing even in the binds, and she threw her head back as drool dripped down her chip. He waved his wand, turning off the spell again. "Oops. Almost missed it that time."
This kept going on for several minutes. Harry watched as Pansy was brought to the edge of orgasm, only to stop and be pulled back again. Again and again. Eventually, James told Harry just how long this torture had gone.
"She's been like this since our battle ended. About a…" He glanced at Hermione, a cocky smile on his face. "A week?" She nodded her head. "A week, and she still hasn't been allowed to cum. Want to know what's funny, though?"
He turned the spell off again. "Pansy, I haven't let you cum in a week, I know, but who do you like more? Me or Har-?"
"Master. You, Master. I luh, luh, love you, Master," she panted, gasping for air.
"Well, there you go. We barely even let her sleep. She's probably delirious by now, and she still loves me." James took his wand and slipped it away, leaving Pansy without the pleasure of his magic. "I do appreciate such loyal whores."
"Master," Pansy cried, tears falling from her face. "Please, fuck me. Fuck me, Master. I need your cock inside of me. I need it pounding my pussy, a-and fucking me," she begged. "Cum. W-wanna cum. Cum. Cuh, cum, cuh-"
The woman had potentially been driven crazy by James, but her torture was far from over. Harry watched as James dramatically sighed and waved his hand in the air. "I'm bored now. Someone else wants to take care of the bitch?"
He gave the call and Tonks answered. With a wave of her wand, the ropes holding Pansy were cut and she fell onto some cushions Tonks conjured up for her. No good having her be injured. Tonks then stood over Pansy, before she brought her ass down, slamming it onto Pansy's face, trapping and suffocating her.
"Eat my ass, slut! Make yourself useful and Master might just let you cum!"
"Mmmph!"
Pansy obeyed, of course. She pushed her tongue into Tonks' ass, licking the inside of it as Tonks laughed cruelly, happy to suffocate the slut between her ass cheeks. She lifted up her head, only to bring it down, shaking and bouncing her ass on top of Pansy, smacking her face with the firm cheeks.
Pansy did her best, sucking on Tonks' ass, licking and kissing it, doing everything she could to obediently eat out the sexy Auror's ass. As Tonks danced and bounced her fat behind on Pansy's face, she looked at Harry with a cruel smile.
"Ahhh, you look so, ahh, pathetic there, Harry! Ahh, haa, haa, all that information I was feeding you? Ahh! A-about the sightings of the whores?" she panted, her tongue laying out of her mouth. She was drooling now from the hard tongue-fucking her ass was getting. "It was all, haa, all part of James' place. All to throw you off the trail!"
She laughed at Harry, who hung his head low as Hermione giggled with her. Even Pansy had to hold back a laugh as her lips made out with Tonks' asshole like it was her newlywed spouse. They laughed and mocked him as Tonks moaned loudly.
"Ahh! More tongue, slut! Oh, fuck…" She shuddered, before licking her lips. "I've been manipulating you for, haa, haa, weeks! You dumb bastard. Ahh, e-ever since James fucked my pussy and pumped me full of his c-cum! AHHH!"
Tonks trembled on top of Pansy, and she came on top of Pansy, coating her face with her cum. The pussy juices squirted out, coating the weaker woman's face and dripping down her neck as Tonks moaned loudly.
The explosion of cum and pussy nectar coated the floor as Tonks rose up, rising up with shaking legs. She took a deep breath, before letting a happy sigh. She smiled, licking her lips, before she held up a hand and snapped her fingers.
"Nessa. I've left a mess over here. Clean it up, won't you?" she asked.
And the blonde maid walked forward, wearing the tattered remains of a maid outfit on her body. Her clothes were torn and barely hanging onto her body, yet she walked with swaying hips and the grace of knowing who she was.
She glanced at Harry with a familiar sneer, before she produced a clean rag from between her tits. Without a word, she began to clean the mess Tonks left behind on the floor. Tonks watched as Nessa did as she was ordered to, before she made another command.
"Lick the cum off her face."
"Yes, Mistress." Nessa knelt down, leaning her head closer and pressing her lips against Pansy's. Nessa dragged her tongue over the other woman's face, licking her clean with quiet moans.
Their lips soon met and the two made out on the floor a moment as Tonks grinned. She snapped her fingers again, earning Nessa's attention. She rose up, breaking the kiss and looking at Tonks with clear obedience in her eyes.
"Good girl. Now, lick my cunt."
"Yes, Mistress. With pleasure."
"Such a good whore."
And Harry realized that, even as Nessa endured humiliation after humiliation, she felt more love than he would ever feel again. He watched as Tonks stood tall with her legs spread apart. Nessa crawled towards her on all fours, walking like an animal, before she pressed her face against Tonks' still wet, dripping cunt.
She pushed her tongue into her pussy, sliding it over the wet walls as Tonks moaned, gripping the maid's blonde locks with a firm hand, practically drowning her in her own cunt. Harry felt a hand fall onto his head, ruffling his hair as James smiled down at him.
"Don't black out or anything just yet, Harry. The show is far from over." He let Harry stare at Nessa's tongue diving into Tonks for a few moments, letting him witness as the two women moaned and mewled in pleasure, before he finally forced him to turn his head.
Harry looked at James' smiling face, his scarred eye still clear on him. Hermione was beside James, clinging to him as their smiles gleamed like the mouths of a predator about to kill their prey.
"We've got so much planned left before you're allowed to go," Hermione grinned, her tongue slowly sliding over her ruby lips.