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“Ginny, wake up!” Hermione hissed.
She knelt beside Ginny’s bed, desperately trying not to attract the attention of the other sleeping girls in the Gryffindor dormitory.
Ginny opened her eyes slowly, but shot up in bed — suddenly wide awake — at the sight of Hermione. The vision that greeted her was completely unlike the Hermione she knew: Hermione’s previously modest-sized breasts had ballooned out to at least double-Ds … and Ginny was getting quite an eyeful of them, as Hermione was now only wearing only a skimpy, bubblegum-pink string-bikini-top composed of little more than two tiny triangles slightly smaller than her areolas.
Aside from her incredible cleavage, Hermione’s nipples were also standing hard and proud — at least an inch long, pierced with huge golden rings — and Ginny could see them clearly poking through the thin fabric of the bikini top. Ginny’s gaze traveled down Hermione’s tight body, taking in her exposed tummy before reaching her pussy: her hairless, juicy, obscenely-dripping fuckhole was covered only by a minuscule white thong barely capable of covering her massive clit and a single meaty cunt-lip.
Ginny looked down further, eyeing Hermione’s long, smooth legs and bare feet encased in tight, white fishnet stockings.
Finally looking at Hermione’s face properly, Ginny saw that she was wearing a truly whore-ish amount of makeup, done up like a pornstar on her way to a photoshoot, and that Hermione's previously bushy hair now cascaded down her back in a waterfall of shiny curls.
Hermione, in short, looked like a hardcore preteen cam-whore out of Ginny’s wet dreams … and Ginny rapidly felt her cunt start to moisten just looking at her.
“Holy shit, Hermione, what happened to you?” gasped Ginny, a little too loudly for Hermione’s comfort.
“Quiet!” hissed Hermione again, climbing into Ginny’s four-post bed and drawing the curtains to give them some privacy.
Suddenly crammed so near her transformed friend — close enough to smell the girl’s sweat — Ginny started to get seriously aroused: she’d always had a thing for Hermione, and having this ultra-sexual version in her bed set her mind racing. She was naked under her covers, of course, and now she started slowly slipping a hand down between her legs.
She couldn’t help herself.
It was like a dream come true.
“Ginny, I’m in REAL trouble, and you’re the only one I can talk to about it. You’ve got to help me!” Hermione said, positioning herself at the foot of the bed.
“Trouble?” asked Ginny, biting her lip with a little smile. “What sort of trouble?”
Hermione frowned. “Isn’t it obvious?” said, gesturing down at her body. “I’ve been cursed!”
Ginny took the opportunity to get another long look at her friend’s generous new assets.
Ginny smirked. “Hermione, if there’s a ‘curse’ to make a bitch look as sexy as THAT, where can I sign up?”
Hermione blushed, both at Ginny’s coarse language and her crude (sort-of) compliment. “Listen,” she said, sliding something across the bed to Ginny. “I found this book in the library this afternoon. When I picked it up, I felt … strange.”
“Hmm,” Ginny said, reaching out with her free hand to examine the book … while her other hand was now merrily inserting two fingers into her dripping hole.
“Be careful!” Hermione cried.
The moment Ginny touched the book, she felt a powerful sexual charge flow up her arm and down to her hard nipples.
And to her clit.
Ginny added a third finger, barely stifling a moan; she couldn’t read the writing on the cover, but she felt mesmerized by the strange, swirling patterns that covered the book: they seemed to fill her mind with ideas of sexual acts and perversions she had never considered before.
“It’s a book of sex magic,” said Hermione, too flustered to notice Ginny’s physical reactions. “I looked through part of it, and there are some REALLY weird spells in there. But there’s one that said it would make the subject irresistible to men! And I thought - well, I thought ...”
Hermione trailed off, too embarrassed to continue.
Ginny rolled her eyes.
“You thought you’d use the spell to finally get some hard Weasley cock in you,” Ginny finished. She had the book open, and was slowly flipping through the pages: taking in the names of spells and the drawings of their effects eagerly.
Hermione gasped again. “Ginny! What’s gotten into you? I know you’re more … uh, ‘experienced’ than I am, but you’re never normally so vulgar!”
‘More experienced’ was a bit of an understatement …especially considering Hermione’s virginal status.
Since starting at Hogwarts the year before, Ginny had fucked half the Gryffindor boys, as many girls as she could seduce, dozens of students from the other houses (including several Slytherin boys who had “raped” her after she had pretended to pass out drunk outside their common room), two teachers — one for an improved grade, and the other just to see if she could — and, on one VERY memorable occasion, Hagrid’s dog Fang.
She had shared tales of some of these exploits with Hermione, but knew that her best friend was too uptight to really appreciate just how good the slut
life was.
She had definitely kept the teacher-fucking (and the dog-fucking)quiet.
“Well,” said Ginny, “you have to admit, this is a vulgar situation! A super-hot, slutty-looking version of my best friend has just climbed into my bed and handed me a book of sex-magic she tried to use to seduce my brother! Honestly? I’m having trouble not just throwing myself at you! Now finish your fucking story!”
Ginny had, at this point, gotten her entire hand up her soaking tunnel and was fisting herself casually. A loose fuckhole was the one bad thing about being a slut, she often thought … still, there were advantages.
Hermione took a deep breath before continuing. She saw Ginny’s point.
… also, her own vagina was starting to moisten despite herself. Without noticing, she began to match Ginny’s fuck-rhythm: rubbing her pussy through her thong.
“Alright,” she said. “I thought that the spell might finally make Ron sit up and take notice that I’m a girl. God, I’ve been so horny! So … so I cast the spell, right there in the library! And it turned me into this … this slut!”
Ginny began fucking herself harder.
Hermione suddenly burst into tears, leaving streaks in her caked-on whore makeup. “My breasts grew huge, the little bit of body hair I had vanished, and I got all these … CURVES all over! Then my hair got all soft and long, and all this makeup appeared on my face!”
Ginny had limited sympathy. “Still not seeing this as a ‘curse’, babe. Didn’t you want the spell to make you sexy? And it looks like you’re dressed to show off the new body.”
“You don’t get it!” wailed Hermione, gesturing at her skimpy lingerie. “That — THIS — is part of the spell! These used to be my favorite pajamas, the ones with the pattern of kitties on them! The spell seems to transfigure any clothes I put on into something only the most vulgar prostitute would wear!”
Ginny had a sudden mental image of a skanky Hermione working a street corner in a tube top and miniskirt. She almost came at the idea.
Hermione continued, oblivious, tears still streaming down her face. “In the library, the spell turned my Hogwarts uniform into a slutty schoolgirl outfit! Plaid microskirt, tiny thong, shirt tied under my breasts, the whole shameful costume! It even pulled my hair into pigtails! And that’s not even the worst bit!”
Ginny could sense where this was going … or, perhaps, hoped she could. She could also sense her orgasm approaching. She just needed to hear the climax of Hermione’s story.
“You know how the spell said it would make the subject irresistible to men?" said Hermione. "Well, it wasn't just talking about making me look like a slut. It's done something to the boys as well. There were three guys in the library -- older boys, all Gryffindors -- and as soon as I cast the spell, they all came over and started grabbing me, all over. They called me things, said horrible things ..."
"What did they call you?" moaned Ginny, her eyes closed. She could picture the scene in her mind. She bit her lip. So close...
"They called me a whore, a slut, a fuckhole, a jizz-toilet, a cock-sleeve. They said I was just mudblood cuntmeat, a dick-licker, a stupid bitch with fat tits and loose holes; they said I was only good for sticking their dicks into and taking their cum. They called me a worthless cum-bucket, a human toilet. They said lots of other stuff as well, like that they were going to fist my holes inside out and put the video on the internet, or slice off my clit and mail it to my mother, or sell me to a nigger rape-brothel, or break both my arms and and legs and chain me in the bathroom as a piss-drinking sex-toy."
Hermione's litany of abuse made Ginny moan again.
The filthy words were turning Hermione on as well, despite herself. "One of them pulled my breasts out of my top and started groping them quite painfully. He kept pinching my nipples until they were rock hard. Another one flipped up my skirt and grabbed my ass. The third guy, he stuck his fingers up my, m-my..."
"Your pussy? Your cunt? Your sloppy fuckhole?" said Ginny, egging her best friend on. Her eyes were still closed, her fist now pumping wildly at her hole, not even trying to hide it. Only Hermione's tearful distress (and terrified confusion over her own incredible arousal) prevented her from consciously seeing what Ginny was doing. The smell of wet pussy filled the room now, causing Ginny's roommates to shift in their sleep, their dreams filled with hard cocks forcing open little cunts.
"Yes," Hermione groaned. "He jammed his thick fingers up my sloppy little fuckhole."
Ginny worked two fingers of her other hand into her asshole.
Hermione shivered at the words coming out of her mouth. "He pushed in and out, over and over, so hard and so deep, and he played with my clit; I couldn't stop myself getting wet. God, I got SO wet; more than I ever have in my life: I was dripping! When he noticed, h-he just laughed. He said 'the stupid little cum slut is begging to get raped'. A-and at that point, Ginny? I almost agreed with him. I think I moaned ... then he bent me over a table, pushed my thong to the side and stuck his cock in me. I was a virgin! He raped my virginity away and I still don't know his name!"
Hermione was crying at full force now, but her dripping cunt was telling a different story. "His friends took turns fucking my mouth. They grabbed my pigtails and drove deep into my throat -- I gagged, I couldn't breathe, and they laughed! They held my head down on their filthy cocks until I almost passed out! I think one of them slapped me awake before he released my mouth."
Ginny groaned again. This was bringing back fond memories of her many 'rapes'.
Hermione continued, her story gushing out of her now, unable to stop. "I thought they were going to cum over my face like in the porn you showed me, but the guy raping my pussy had a better idea. He said 'I bet the dumb whore's not on birth control, we should knock this cunt up.' I cried out and begged for him to pull out, but he just laughed, ripped off my thong and shoved it in my mouth to gag me. One of his friends even fucked the thong down my throat to make sure I couldn't talk. I was choking and gagging when my rapist pushed his cock all the way in to my cunt and came. It felt like it was shooting in to my womb -- and, Ginny... the worst part? The worst part is ... I came as well."
This was the last straw for Ginny: hearing her friend, her sweet, innocent, virginal friend describe cumming on her rapist's cock as it knocked her up was more than her wildest dreams. She came, hard, squirting her fuck-juices all over her hand and bed. Her fist was trapped in her spasming pussy and her head thrashed on the pillow as she let out a steady whine of pleasure. Hermione finally realized what her friend was doing, but found -- to her surprise -- that she wasn't angry.
She was just more turned on.
Her experiences, her story, had driven her slut of a best friend to a mind-shattering orgasm ... and that suddenly made her feel like it wasn't so bad. In fact, it was the best thing that had ever happened to her.
Hermione slipped her fingers to her own pussy. She couldn't help indulging her newly found lust for degradation.
She wanted to finish her story.
"My rapist pulled out. I could feel his spunk dripping out of my cunt before one of his friends replaced him. He had already fucked my throat REALLY hard, so I knew he wouldn't last long. My rapist moved to my face and said it was my duty as a cum-toilet to clean him off, then he stuck his still hard cock in my mouth. I could taste both of our juices on him. His friend came inside me as well. I felt stuffed with cum.
“He pulled out and forcefully used one of my pigtails to clean his dick. The third guy started complaining about my sloppy pussy, said he didn't want to fuck such a loose whore cunt. But he said he still wanted a chance to be my baby-daddy, so he held my cuntlips open and just put the tip of his cock to them. He jerked himself off into my cunt!
“My first rapist had worked his way to facefucking me again by now. It was a good thing my thong was so tiny, or else I would have choked on it. He came down my throat as the third guy shot his load up my hole. They both pulled out, and the leader stuck two fingers down my throat to extract my thong. It was covered in spit and his cum. He started smearing it over my face as I started to cry.
“I told them that I wasn't on birth control and they had probably knocked me up. I said I was too young to get pregnant! He just laughed again and said that he had an idea. All it would take to stop me getting knocked up, he said, was to clean out the sperm from my cunt. He said he knew just the way … before he went behind me again, stuck his cock up my cunt and started pissing!"
Ginny had been half listening since her orgasm, fingers lazily stroking in and out of her fuckholes, but she snapped to attention at this. Of course, she had been pissed on several times: it was one of the many things a good fuckslut like herself did without question. She had even drunk her own pee at the request of a perverted Hufflepuff or two. Or three. But she had never had someone piss up her cunt before. She felt a twinge of jealousy and made a mental note to try it as soon as possible.
"He pissed for so long," Hermione continued,rubbing herself openly and without shame. "It was warm and it
filled my womb. I could feel piss and spunk running down my legs. Eventually, he stopped, but the other two quickly took his place. I guess the third guy got over his distaste for whore cunts. While the third guy
was pissing, I looked down my body and could see my belly swelling from the
amount of piss inside me. I looked a little pregnant! It was the most
degrading thing that has ever happened to me. I actually came again at the
image...
So did Ginny.
“After the third guy pulled out,” Hermione said, “the leader took my disgusting thong and pushed it as far up my pussy as he could, blocking in the piss. They
let me stand up, my piss and cum covered legs were shaking, and said that I had better not take the thong out for at least an hour. They said they would see me around, slapped my ass and tits, and left. I sat there,
stunned for a few minutes, before I realized what condition I was in and ran to the girls’ bathroom. Thankfully, no one was in there. I saw my condition in the mirror: my face was covered in makeup smeared by spit and cum; my hair was wild, one pigtail also matted with cum and pussy juices. My tits were on display over my top, covered in spit that had dripped from my face. My belly was swollen and pregnant-looking with piss. And my legs were covered in the piss and cum of three men. I hid in a stall and tried to clean myself up. I didn’t even consider disobeying their orders, so I waited an hour before pulling out the thong. When I did, a flood of piss and cum shot out of me and into the toilet. I knew I had to avoid being seen, so I waited in the toilet stall for hours until I knew it was
late. I fixed up my clothes, and was about to leave when I realized I still wasn’t wearing panties. I’d never gone without them before, so I braced myself and pulled on the pissy and cummy thong. It squished and buried itself inside my slit. I snuck up to my dorm and
changed to my pyjamas, but they transfigured into this bunch of slutwear. So … I- I came to find you.”
Hermione was panting as she finished her story. It was bizarre: today she had been cursed, lost her virginity in a gang rape, degraded repeatedly, and finally had her cunt used as a urinal, but right now she was most frustrated by her inability to make herself cum! Her fingers were working furiously at her dripping hole, but she just couldn’t finish.
She heard a coughing noise, and opened her eyes.
She hadn’t even realized that she had closed them in her reverie. Ginny was sitting on top of the covers, naked and beautiful, with the book in one hand and her wand in the other. She was grinning.
“Sounds like you’ve had an exciting day then, my newly slutty besty,” Ginny said, licking her lips. “I’ve had a quick look at the spell you used and it seems like you’re fucked again, as there doesn't seem to be a way to reverse it. Looks like you’re gonna become something of a school fucktoy!”
Ginny flashed another dazzling smile as Hermione groaned, half in dismay and half in pleasure at the
thought of being raped by any man who saw her.
“Unless,” said Ginny, slyly.
Hermione looked at her, pleading.
“Unless you take charge,” Ginny said. “Unless you control when the men fuck you. That way, you would have the power.”
Hermione shuddered again. She didn’t want to admit just how much she had ENJOYED her submissive, degrading rape. At the same time, having more control over her fucking would hopefully prevent her from being constantly bent over and penetrated in the corridors of Hogwarts.
“Can we do that?” Hermione begged. “Please?”
Ginny nodded, smiling again. She could always reverse what she was about to do if she ever wanted the old, weak, submissive Hermione back. “I’ve
found just the spell,” she said, pointing her wand.
***
There was a flash. Hermione blinked, then slowly raised her hand to her face. She felt wetness.
Had she been crying?
Crying, like some little bitch?
She frowned and looked across at Ginny. The trashy little dogfucker was grinning, as if she knew something Hermione didn’t. She would soon wipe the smug smile off the dumb cunt’s face.
“Get the fuck over here and eat me, whore,” Hermione said.
Ginny blinked, her smile slipping slightly at the utter contempt in Hermione’s voice. Hermione slapped the girl hard, directly across the face, bringing tears to the stupid little bitch’s eyes.
“You heard me, you pathetic piece of rapemeat,” growled Hermione, spreading her legs and using her fingers to display her wide open pussy. “My hole is dripping, so get down there and eat me. Shove your
tongue right in. I wanna really feel you inside me.”
Ginny had taken a second to adjust to the sudden change in Hermione’s attitude. She had expected something like this, but the complete disgust that Hermione was sending her way was a shock. The sudden slap had rattled her brains even more, and it was instinct more than anything that made her lie flat on the bed and shove her face between those perfect legs.
Ginny had eaten her fair share of pussy in her time, her favorite experience being when she introduced both Patil sisters to the joys of sapphic love over one very long night, and she started her usual routine of
slow licks, teasing the clit every so often. She had barely got going before she felt a Hermione roughly grab a handful of her long red hair and yank her head back up.
“What...?” Ginny spluttered before two more hard slaps made her see stars. Her head was pulled forward until she was an inch away from Hermione’s face, looking straight into the newly sneering eyes.
“You clearly weren’t listening, you stupid slut,” said Hermione, her voice a low, threatening whisper. “I told you to shove your tongue in. If I wanted loving licks I would go and get Crookshanks.”
Hermione suddenly bit Ginny -(TM)s lower lip, just hard enough to be painful, and pulled away slightly. The pain was amazing - Ginny could feel
her cunt start to build up to her fourth orgasm of the night. Her lip was
stretched until it could go no further before Hermione let go. -œNow get
your whore mouth down there and fill my cunt. - Hermione said. She
slapped Ginny again before using her vice grip on her beautiful red hair to
force Ginny down and against her sopping hole.
Hermione had never felt so alive!
THIS was what she had been missing out on? She cursed her old, meek, pathetic past self for not spending every second she could raping little cunts like Ginny. It was like Ginny’s spell had finally opened her eyes: she knew how the world worked now.
Women were made for sex. They were whores: pieces of meat, holes to be fucked and flesh to be broken. Any woman who didn’t realize this was deluding
themselves, and needed their delusion raped out of them as quickly as possible.
So what if every man would try to fuck her from now on? She was ready for it; she welcomed it. She would fuck the whole school if she could!
And she now realized it was her job to awaken every other slut in Hogwarts.
She would use them, break them, extract pleasure from them, and leave them empty holes: waiting to be filled by waves of sperm.
This all flashed through her mind in the second it took for Ginny to shove her tongue as far as it could go inside Hermione’s drenched slit. It felt good, especially when Ginny started pumping it back and forth — really tongue-fucking her dripping whore-cunt — but Hermione was already missing the hard shafts of her rapists.
… Although, now she thought about it, they weren’t really ‘rapists’ at all. You couldn’t rape a piece of fuckmeat with no rights, after all … and that’s PRECISELY what every woman was! The boys, Hermione thought with a smile, were simply taking what was theirs. She would have to work on fighting the idea that women had any right to their own bodies, their holes, their dignity … or even their lives.
“Yes,” she moaned, thinking of watching as a thick wizard cock speared through the tight, wet cunt-guts of some useless like Muggle fuckhole, ending the little bitch’s life purely for his own amusement.
Luxuriating on Ginny’s nimble tongue, Hermione imagined the world she — with the help of the book — could create:
She imagined a world in which the slut-curse ripped through the defenseless Miggle population like a plague, transforming everyone and everything.
She imagined walking through the park in London on a lovely autumn afternoon, delighted by the smell of donuts, street corn, and the fresh-grilled tits of sobbing young meatgirls filling the crisp fall air.
She imagined casually walking past a cute, pregnant preteen with long blonde pigtails being fucked up the ass, bent over a park bench; she watched as the girl’s mother — a lovely 24-year-old, her huge tits flopping out of a tight, see-through sundress — used one hand to jerk a man’s massive cock as it pushed into her little girl’s tight shitpipe while the other hand greedily frigged her cunt.
So far, Hermione saw, the man had forced less than half of his nine-inch fuckstick into the tiny girl … but mommy was clearly determined to make the rest of it fit.
Even if her darling daughter wasn’t likely to survive the experience.
The knocked-up slut, meanwhile — Hermione might have guessed her to be 11 or so —was transfixed by another sight: enraptured, she watched a 9-year-old Asian girl getting raped by a pair of dogs: a thick knot rammed down her throat, the other speared through her cunt-guts … while the dying girl’s pretty young mother nursed on piss from the dog-owner’s cock.
Hermione laughed.
Walking a little further, she spied a nerdy-looking but well-built teenager – sort of a slutty Velma Dinkly vibe, Hermione thought – seated on a bench by a playground; the girl, presumably a babysitter, was casually massaging the cocks of the two men seated to either side of her while a third man rubbed the head of his cock against her huge tits.
The teenager’s skirt was askew and her panties were pulled aside, revealing the fat black butt-plug — easily the width of a two-liter bottle of soda at the base — she had jammed up her sphincter. She rocked back & forth on the massive invader, letting cunt-drool run freely down her meaty thighs to her slim calves.
Velma had her eye on a cute little blonde in a Disney princess dress — busy playing on the playground — who was being used as a sex-toy by a man in a suit and his partner: a busty, purple-haired goth girl covered in tattoos & piercings.
The big-tittied gothic teen bitch, dressed only in tight black leather, laid back on a slide to give her rapist easy access to her meaty, gaping fuckholes; while doing so, she forced the tiny blonde’s face directly into the violent intersection of flesh: she used the tiny blonde’s pretty face like a cheap sex-toy, cruelly pleasuring herself (and her rapist) with abandon. She kept one hand wrapped around the girl's ponytail like a handle, smearing her greasy cunt-lips against the adorable preteen’s face hard enough to break the girl’s nose.
The tiny ginger girl, meanwhile — eager to please — flicked her little tongue over the hot, wet coupling with practiced expertise, sending the teenager into spasms of pleasure as the man took her roughly up the ass.
As the violet-haired goth cunt started squirting — a massive cock up her shitpipe bringing on another G-spot orgasm — the man fucking her emptied his balls deep into her ass-guts.
“Oh fuck, mister,” she gasped. “Jesus Christ, that hurts so much—”
Those were her final words.
With a single well-practiced flick of his wrist, her rapist pulled a large pocket knife and slammed it into her throat; he twisted the blade and withdrew it at an angle, slashing the girl’s neck open — halfway decapitating her, in fact — and sending her precious lifeblood splattering across the playground.
The goth girl, grasping at her throat, flailed in panic; she pissed herself and collapsed to the ground, kicking wildly.
Her rapist calmly folded his pocket-knife, tucked his cock away, and picked up the blonde in the princess dress: tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Hi, mister,” the girl squeaked. “Are you my Daddy now?”
“Yep,” he said, walking out of the playground. “Say goodbye to everybody. You won’t be seeing them again.”
“Okay,” she chirped. “Bye, everybody!”
Hermione grinned.
Proper, slim, prim Mrs. Callahan from down the road was enjoying the exploring hands of a half-dozen of young men; she, meanwhile, used both hands to keep her weeping 12-year-old daughter Laurissa's head and forearms calmly pinned to her own ample breasts; her father gripped the sobbing preteen ballerina's willowy hips and vented his lust into her unwilling, fertile hole. Her five big brothers, aged 19 to 13, quickly lined up behind him, all of them fisting impressive cocks and discussing how they intended to finally break their kid-sister of her annoyingly prudish habits, now that mom was cool. It was decided that the girl would spend one night each weekday as the personal fuck-slave of a specific brother, but that she could be used as a communal cum-dump on weekends; soon, they were discussing whether they could rent Laurissa out to friends, as well as for how much, and whether the first Callahan brother to knock her up got to keep her. The schedule quickly sorted itself out as their father poured abundant spurts of seed into her resisting, formerly virginal cunt, wiped his bloody cockhead on her ass-cheek and then began pissing down the side of her thigh as he stepped aside; another thick incestuous dick entered the shaking involuntary little cock-socket as a few more men got into line behind the brothers.
Others, dicks already reeking of fresh pussy or dirty asshole, arrived to join in using the girl as a urinal.
Naked little girls were openly fondling their own baby pussies, staring in amazement at the tight-packed carnival atmosphere, and men of all ages aimed hard dicks in their directions; mothers sank upon the cocks of their sons while husbands mouth-fucked the faces of the own teen and preteen daughters; neighbors and family members smiled and shook hands over the writhing backs of strangers and children.
A blushing young mother feigned horror and surprise when her shocked husband exposed the crotch of his bride to reveal that she was pantie-less, shaved bare and had a thick rubber plug up her ass; her preteen son, crudely digging fingers into her smooth cunt, pulled forth a huge black condom that spilled semen in a torrent down his mommy's legs. She shrugged bashfully, giving her husband a guilty shit-eating grin, then wordlessly twisted her loins, hands on hips, to allow the boy further access to her cunt. The boy pushed in easily; by the time he was embedded up to the elbow in her cunt, she was rocking back and forth, humping herself with hungry abandon against his probing forearm. Her mortified husband poked at the huge black plug stuffed in her asshole, easily the width of a liter bottle of soda; he flicked it, and it toppled to the floor along with gushing pint after pint of white, ropy cum.
One cute, very pregnant little mommy had her entire hand enmeshed in her sopping cunt, and another fondling the asshole of her 11-year-old daughter; the tiny preteen held tight to her mommy’s massive, milky tit, nursing; the woman’s eldest son, behind her, ran molesting hands over his adorable mother’s big belly and her other tit, dribbling spit and cream from the massive ring in the nipple, his cock sawing between his mother’s thighs and over the woman’s gaped-open, cum-drooling pussy-hole. Two more sons had their cocks out, as well: one in each of the 11-year-old’s tiny hands, letting the little girl tug them off as the whole family watched the brutal dog-fucking show.
Across from Hermione, a very sexy, very pregnant little dark-haired 14-year-old was slurping at a very vulgar, spread-wide gape of slick cunt-flesh, presented by her own lovely mommy. The girl’s father was laying a belt to the 14-year-old’s back, her ass, and her thighs; the pregnant Freshman squirmed and cried and begged him to stop, thrusting her hips out to meet each strike and shuddering with miniature orgasms. The girl’s handsome daddy hit hard, which got both girls begging, weeping and cumming; the girl’s two brothers assisted their pretty mommy in making a most shocking, obscene leg spread; that crude, carnal display got Mommy’s left leg whipped with a belt, then her right, and then – when the 14-year-old pulled away from her mommy’s dripping pussy for a second – her slobbery cunt: making his wife cum in shrieking, agonized waves. The pregnant teen shifted, sliding an entire hand into her mommy’s pussy, as her father laid a cruel belt-strike directly in the pregnant girl's puffy cunt.
A stacked 16-year-old blonde girl named Barbie, a notorious neighborhood tease, was pinned to the lawn, being raped mercilessly by a large black man.
Watching this brutal fucking were Barbie’s mommy, her aunt Vanessa, and Vanessa’s three blushing, petite daughters: a pair of supple young teens and one coy Lolita nearing her preteens, all three absolutely gorgeous long-haired blondes. Barbie’s mom, Angie, watched her beautiful daughter getting her virgin cunt torn in half by thick nigger dick with a sly smile, rubbing her own bare, wet pussy as Barbie screamed, choking in excruciating agony. Vanessa, along with her three clinging girls, was clearly terrified of a gang-bang by the assorted blacks; as if on cue, another large black man pushed past them, pulling his big nigger dick out and forcing it up Barbie’s unwilling asshole in one smooth motion. More black men arrived: Vanessa and her three girls were crowded by large negroes, all jacking-off on Barbie, all taking bold liberties with the blonde girls using their free hands. One large nigger, who had slipped away from jerking off on Barbie, was trying to enter Angie from behind -- possibly in the behind -- a determined effort she was neither helping or hindering until it became obvious that he got his huge cock head in and was enjoying her in short, fast strokes. Everyone except Barbie noticed that; Vanessa, the little blonde mother-of-three, was seeing it with her own horny nigger right behind her, trying to get his huge black shaft into her pussy while two more blacks were trying to get her dress up and off. After a moment, the little mommy was stark naked with a bare, dripping cunt, trying hard to hang onto her dress … until her rapist began really, genuinely raping her.
Two long, slick strokes of a big black man's cock into a visibly-aroused pussy changed everything.
Suddenly, it seemed that little mommy didn't want her dress on after all, and she appreciated the help getting rid of the damn thing. The crowd then started in on her daughters, all sporting thick erections. Vanessa didn't seem to mind that one bit, gasping as a powerful black cock made her lightheaded, and simply watched her daughters being mauled with a look of hunger, helping her rapist rearrange her guts by pushing back with her hips. In a moment, all three of Barbie’s cousins were naked, the hungry little slits between their thin, pale legs sucking on thick nigger fingers. Barbie’s mom was getting her second fuck from an anonymous black man, and getting it on all fours, gazing into her brutally-raped-daughter's eyes a few inches away: close enough to kiss. Vanessa, meanwhile, luxuriated in the deep, cunt-busting thrusts of her rapist; her lovely daughters, each with a black cock slipping in and out of them, were standing where they could watch Barbie’s vulgar cunt get torn up: as the first black man pulled his cum-spraying, foot-long cock out of the 16-year-old’s bloody, ravaged pussy, all of the women got to see Barbie’s cunt drool, almost twitching, through her orgasm.
Another large black man dropped to rape Barbie; the nigger fucking Angie finished inside her and new one stepped in to begin fucking the woman doggie-style. Somehow a big black dick one got into the ass of Vanessa’s littlest blond -- the pantiless, hungry-cunted cutie -- while another man was down sucking on her little pussy, making her really enjoy that ass fucking; after a moment, the sexy kindergartener also got her to suck on the dick being jacked off in her mouth.
Three men were very smitten by that baby kitten -- and were going for it -- because the blonde lolita’s mother seemed to get off seeing her littlest get a thorough child-molesting by three black men. It was all in Vanessa’s look: her glazed, orgasm-wracked expression, they took to mean 'go for it, do whatever you like, enjoy her, rape her, break her, snuff her'.
The huge nigger — balls-deep in Vanaessa’s overheating, spasming pussy — drew his thick cock out and marched towards her baby girl.
His intention to rape the little bitch — quite possibly to kill the little bitch — was abundantly clear, fisting easily thirteen inches of baby-cunt-ripping fuck-meat. If the kindergartener survived, odds are she might not walk again; if she did, her little pussy would be a wreck of torn-up cunt meat for the rest of her life.
Another big nigger slipped his cock into Vanessa, pounding her deep as she watched the man approach her baby.
The precious little blonde mom said her first words: "Go for it."
He did.
As the little bitch died, torn open with baby-guts bleeding out of a punched-open hole that was part cunt, part asshole and part slip-open belly, Vanessa lost her fucking mind: cumming again and again as the little blonde was raped to death. The little one’s two older sisters looked like scared virgins with a stiff dick in each pumping fist and one in the mouth, being jacked by its black owner. Each pretty blonde teen had a big mouthful of ebony cock; these were thunderous pricks they would much rather have in their mouth than asshole.
Fingers were fucking them; both girls were rolling their little hips inexpertly, slowly awakening to their own pleasure, learning what made sex feel so good. They did seem to be coming around to giving the devils their due ... along with some very good head. Their mother did like seeing that -- very much, if fact -- especially while very openly cheating on her husband on a black dick big enough to kill a kindergartener. It didn't appear to be the first time she did that, nor the first time her girls saw her do that.
A number of big-dicked niggers decided to finish their final fucks in Barbie’s swollen, steamy, brutally-raped cunt; the broken blonde teen barely noticed the last ten thick cocks that dumped steamy loads in to her overflowing fuck-hole; she got two of the thicker-cocked niggers in her bitch pussy at the same time, though, and she squealed our another toe-curling orgasm at the assault.
Angie, Barbie’s mother, was sucking on a huge nigger cock recently pulled out her daughter’s abused asshole, politely asking begging for the man to please piss in her mouth; soon, the Angie was serving as a human toilet for her daughter’s rapists, gulping down all offerings, the center of all male attention as Vanessa openly masturbated over the split-open corpse of her 7-year-old daughter.
Hermione laughed.
Her mind was brought back to attention when Ginny moaned into her cunt.
The vibrations felt good, certainly … but what had caused them? Hermione looked down Ginny’s petite body to see the adorable preteen’s tiny fingers moving around her own dripping hole.
This wouldn’t do.
Hermione grabbed her wand from the bed beside her
and gave it a swish. Ginny’s bedsheets instantly sprang to life, wrapping themselves around Ginny’s little wrists. Ginny felt her arms being pulled
together behind her back and her hands tied tightly.
“Naughty whore,” Hermione said with a cruel grin. “Greedy, dirty, nasty little fuckpig. This isn’t about YOUR pleasure, cuntmeat! Any pleasure given to a rapedoll like you is incidental. You are here to serve your betters, bitch. Now, you’ll must be punished for daring to play with your sloppy fuckhole like you were a person.”
Hermione swished her wand again, and the book of sex magic lifted into the air and positioned itself above Ginny’s cute, tight backside. “Now, I’m going to use this big, heavy book to beat your tiny little ass black and blue, and you’re going to moan like the filthy pain-slut that you are. But don’t you DARE cum … or you’ll regret it,” said Hermione in a teasing, singsong voice.
Hermione flicked her wand and brought the book down — HARD — onto Ginny’s ass. Ginny yelped into Hermione’s pussy, prompting another vicious spank. Blow upon blow rained down, forcing Ginny’s tongue further into Hermione’s cunt and turning Ginny’s perky ass bright red. Insult after disgusting insult spilled from Hermione’s plump lips, filling Ginny’s ears with more filth than she had heard in her life. Ginny’s cunt was dripping onto her covers at this treatment, her mind spinning with pain, degradation and fierce arousal.
Eventually, the spankings stopped.
Both girls were nearing their climaxes, but Hermione was still missing something. She still didn’t feel FULL enough. She used her wand to position the book so that it lay open on Ginny's back; Ginny could feel her flesh tingling in pleasure where the book touched it.
“I’m gonna look through here for something … SPICY. You be a good table and keep steady. You don’t wanna know what I’ll do to you if you drop my book,” smirked Hermione, flicking through the pages.
Ginny had a sudden urge to shake the book off, to experience more of Hermione’s brutal s punishment, but her submissive urges won out and she did her best to keep her body still, even as she wiggled her tongue inside her best friend.
Hermione stopped flicking. She’d found a page that illustrated the perfect spell to try out. “Where have you been all my life?” she whispered to the book, before pointing her wand at Ginny’s head and muttering the words of the spell.
Ginny felt the magic move through her and focus on her tongue, which suddenly started stretching, extending further into Hermione’s cunt than ever before. Hermione squealed with delight at the feeling.
“Now you can really fill me up,” she giggled, grabbing Ginny’s hair with both hands and forcing the redhead hard against her crotch. Ginny gave her still-growing tongue an experimental wiggle; it seemed to ripple down her tongue like a wave, causing Hermione to moan with pleasure.
Ginny was loving her new ability, and resolved to learn the spell from Hermione as soon as possible. She pushed her snake like tongue further up Hermione, wiggling it all the way, until it hit resistance. Hermione
moaned again, a mix of pain and pleasure filling her. She could sense that soon she would be unable to tell the difference.
“You’ve hit my cervix, you naughty girl! Nothing’s ever got that far before -- Keep going you lesbo slut, see if you can lick my womb. I bet you’ll be able to taste the rapecum still in there. Maybe if you get it all out I won’t get pregnant after all! Although that seems inevitable with the amount of fucking I’ll be doing.”
Hermione was humping into Ginny’s face now, writhing her hips as the invading tongue filled her more completely than anything she had ever felt.
Ginny tried to oblige, wiggling the tip of her tongue, licking Hermione’s cervix. Eventually, the internal massage seemed to work and she felt her tongue push through. She was inside her best friend’s most
private place! Hermione screamed as she came, drenching Ginny’s face in juices. She clenched her thighs around Ginny’s head, locking her in place. Ginny couldn’t breathe, her head was swimming with lust and pain and lack of air. All she could do was keep licking, keep pushing.
She tasted the wall of Hermione’s womb. There really was some cum left in there! She frantically licked all around the inside of her friend, gathering up the rapespunk that still filled her.
Hermione’s eyes rolled back in her head as she came again, the intense pleasure-pain of her violated womb setting off fireworks in her head. Eventually, she came down … even as Ginny continued to explore deep
inside her. Her gaze fell to the book, open on the bed beside her.
Open to a new page, showing two new spells that she suddenly REALLY wanted to try out.
First, though, Hermione picked up her wand and pointed it herself. She repeated the tongue-extending spell and gave an experimental stretch. Her tongue shot out and waggled in the air ahead of her, at last 6 inches long. She tested her control over her new tongue by trying to stretch it back towards her face, and blinked in delight when she licked her own nose.
Trying for something hard now, she willed her tongue to travel further, and moaned in pleasure as she licked the inside of her ear.
Something to play with later.
Satisfied for now, she withdrew her tongue.
“Alright, cunt, you’ve done enough down there for now,” said Hermione, pulling Ginny’s hair until the little slut withdrew her tongue with a slurping noise; Hermione shuddered with delight as it left her. She yanked Ginny’s hair up until they were once again face to face. Ginny had a dazed but happy look in her eyes as she gazed at Hermione. “It’s time I rewarded you for being such willing rapemeat,” said Hermione. “Close your eyes.”
Ginny obeyed, and was delighted when she felt Hermione’s soft lips against her own. She parted her lips, allowing Hermione’s tongue entry into her mouth. She felt Hermione explore her mouth, and sent her
own tongue probing into her friend. Soon, both tongues were twisted around each other, but Hermione was not to be outdone. Ginny’s eyes shot open as she felt Hermione’s tongue start to push down her throat.
She could see a knowing smirk in Hermione’s eyes even as she felt the invading organ wriggle further down inside her. Ginny decided that two could play at this game, and forced her own tongue down Hermione’s throat.
Hermione was momentarily taken aback. This little cunt had gone on the offensive! She knew that she HAD to make the whore break first. She redoubled her efforts, really fucking Ginny’s throat with her tongue; Ginny returned the favor, and soon both girls were furiously locking lips, hands running through each other’s hair, sending their extended tongues throatfucking in and out until both girls could barely breathe.
Hermione felt lightheaded, like she would soon faint. She couldn’t let that happen, she couldn’t let this skank best her. She brought her hands around Ginny’s face and down to her neck, lightly grasping her throat. She could feel her own tongue moving around inside her friend.
It had to be now or never.
She sent her tongue further inside Ginny than ever before, so far that it must have almost reached her stomach. At the same time, she squeezed her hands … not tightly, but enough to cut off most of Ginny’s air supply. Ginny started to struggle, her hands slapping
at Hermione’s, but Hermione was determined. Ginny at last withdrew her tongue and tried to say something, but the tongue still filling her throat and her own lack of air rendered her words inaudible. Hermione squeezed harder, until Ginny’s eyes rolled back in her head and her pussy squirted: she lost consciousness and came at the same time.
Hermione at last let go, causing Ginny’s limp body to fall to the bed. Hermione withdrew her tongue from her friends throat, fully clearing her airway at last. Ginny gasped automatically, her body desperate for oxygen. Hermione was panting as well, partly in victory but mostly in arousal. The slut had tried to best her! She had almost succeeded! She would have to be punished further. Hermione picked up her wand and got to work.
Ginny awoke to the feeling of her pussy being pounded harder than ever before. She tried to move, but soon realised that her arms and legs were bound. Hermione must have tied her to the posts of her bed. She looked
down her body and — for a moment — thought that she must be dreaming.
Her mind just couldn’t process what she was seeing.
Hermione was between her legs, fucking her with the biggest cock Ginny had ever seen. It had to be at least two foot long and as thick around as her wrist. Ginny could tell how big it was because she could see its huge outline stretching up her body until the head was between her tits. Ginny knew that she should be in incredible pain, but all she could feel was intense pleasure as she was filled like never before.
She groaned automatically at the pure wrongness of the situation.
Hermione smiled and quickly smacked one of Ginny’s tits to get her attention. “You’re awake,” she said, smacking the other tit for good measure. “Good. I’ve been growing my cock inside you for at least five minutes now, and I thought it might come all the way out of your mouth before you woke up.”
Both girls moaned at the mental image that flashed
through their heads. Both girls resolved to try it out one day.
“How the fuck,” panted Ginny, finding it hard to speak with a cock compressing her lungs. “How did you do this?”
“The book, stupid,” said Hermione, slowly pushing in and out, watching her shaft travel up and down her friend’s body. “One of the very first spells lets sluts grow cocks; I guess a lot of people like chicks with dicks. And next to it was a permanent stretching charm, to make sure that the results didn’t break fragile little girls like you.”
Ginny gasped.
“Oh yes,” laughed Hermione, reading Ginny’s shocked look. “I said permanent. From now on, you’ll be able to take anything and everything I have to give you, without any lasting damage. Isn’t life going to be fun? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a womb to fill.”
Ginny was about to answer back, but soon found herself unable to speak as Hermione started fucking with all her might, thrusting like a wild animal. Ginny could only hold on until her friend had finished. Hermione felt close. The spell had not gifted her with balls but she felt something up inside her. She had a flash of inspiration and grabbed Ginny tits, pushing them together around her cock. It felt incredible: she was fucking Ginny’s womb and tits at the same time! The wild sensations pushed her over the edge and she roared as semen shot up her shaft and into Ginny’s waiting cunt. She pumped and pumped, sperm shooting from her in a torrent. Ginny gasped as she saw the area of her chest around Hermione’s cockhead start to swell, and realized that it must be her womb filling up with cum. It swelled until it looked the size of her boobs. If it was possible to get pregnant from girlcocks, she HAD to be pregnant after this.
Her pussy spasmed as she came yet again on Hermione’s spurting cock.
Finally, Hermione was done. She muttered a quick counterspell and her gigantic fuck-shaft slowly withdrew until it had entirely vanished, allowing
Ginny’s insides to return to their rightful places. She looked down at her broken friend, and smiled at a job well done. Ginny’s cunt — although badly misused — did not look abnormally stretched from her huge penetration … even as belly was swollen with spunk, leaving her pregnant looking. She was covered with sweat and her face was wet with cunt-juices, her gorgeous red hair wildly spilled around her head. Her eyes, dazed since her orgasm, focused on Hermione’s.
Ginny smiled widely. “That was the best fuck of my life,” she cooed. “We have to do that every night. You gonna untie me now?”
She wriggled her arms to demonstrate.
Hermione laughed, amazed that the slut still hadn’t got the message. “You don’t seem to realize how this works. This is not an act. You don’t call the shots. I decide what I’m going to do with you. You are worthless meat, and I own you. In fact,” she said, picking up her wand again, “I’m going to mark you as my property.”
Hermione pointed her wand at Ginny’s chest and muttered something. Ginny felt pain flash across her left breast as words were quickly tattooed onto her skin. She looked down, and saw something written above her nipple in large black letters.
“That says ‘Hermione’s Whore’, and you’re never
getting rid of it,” said Hermione, slapping the words as Ginny winced with agony. “But, now I think about it, that might deter weak-willed people from using your holes like the rapemeat you are. Ooh, I know what to do…”
Hermione pointed her wand just above Ginny’s slit, and Ginny felt the overwhelming pain again.
“It says ‘All Visitors Welcome,’ said Hermione. “There’s even a little arrow pointing down to your hole; this way, everyone should be clear on your position. Now, then,” Hermione said, suddenly speaking in a perky voice quite unlike her previous sadistic tones. “I’ve got places to be, people to fuck. I’ll just give you the slut curse and I’ll be off.”
“Slut curse?” stammered Ginny.
“You know, the curse that got me started like this. It’s actually even better than I thought! It doesn’t ONLY affect men; instead, it affects anyone even slightly attracted to chicks. Which means both of us will be swimming in a sea of hot, wet pussies and hard, thick cocks for the rest of our lives. Won’t that be wonderful?”
Ginny shook her head. Sure, she enjoyed being a bit of a skank, but the idea of never being able to meet anyone without them trying to fuck her felt like a
step too far. Hermione could see the panic on her tiny friend’s face and gloried in it. She raised her wand and said the words, eager to see what changes the spell would create in her friend.
First, Ginny’s hair grew until it would likely reach her ass when she stood up. It rearranged itself into two plaited pigtails that dangled from the top of her head. All the hair below her neck vanished, removing
her cute landing strip and leaving her pussy bald. Makeup appeared on her face; it wasn’t to the whorish extent of Hermione’s own, but it was enough. It
looked quite amateurishly applied, and emphasised her eyes, making them seem large and innocent. Next, Hermione was surprised to note that Ginny’s perky little C-cups started to shrink instead of grow, ending up as small handfuls with tight, hard nipples on top. The overall effect gave Ginny a look that was a couple of years younger. Hermione thought that her young slave could probably pass for twelve, depending on what she was wearing … but her new look was likely to fulfill a few of the fantasies of the castle’s residents.
Men always wanted to pretend they were fucking something illegal, after all
Hermione giggled. “I’m sure you’re going to get a LOT of attention from now on. Now, I’m going to go. Lots to do. And no, I’m not going to untie you,” she said in response to Ginny’s pleading look.
She raised her voice. “I’m sure one of your roommates, who have definitely NOT been listening to me fucking your brains out, will be generous enough to set you free. They might demand payment in advance, though!”
Hermione swept aside the curtains around Ginny’s bed, leaving the little girl exposed to the room; she could hear hard breathing coming from the other four beds.
“See you in the morning,” she called as she left the
room. She could already hear the other girls approaching Ginny, ready to provide a helping hand.
***
Harry Potter was in the showers after a quidditch match, cleaning off. The rest of the team had already gone back to the castle, leaving him alone. He heard a noise from the entrance and turned to see his girlfriend Ginny closing the door behind her. She looked … different.
Her hair was in plaited pigtails and she looked skinnier and shorter than normal. And her tits had almost disappeared! She was dressed as a schoolgirl, in a thigh length tartan skirt, white stockings and tight blouse. The overall effect was of a young, innocent girl just begging to be corrupted.
Harry was no fool. He knew his girlfriend was a whore who acted as the school bike.
He just didn’t care.
Practice makes perfect, after all, which made Ginny one of the best lays in Hogwarts. Once, he had got together with her ex-boyfriends — Michael Corner and Dean Thomas, and gang-fucked her in the prefects bathroom for most of a day. Those two were less happy with her slutty nature and had a lot of aggression to work out on her. The bruises had taken weeks to go down completely.
The other advantage of being in a relationship with the school cumbucket was that he was free to fuck as many girls as he wanted. Being the Chosen One was a fast track into any girl’s panties, and he’d fucked his way through most of the dumb cunts foolish enough to believe that the famous Harry Potter was falling in love with them.
Cho had been a bit of a challenge, but the uptight chink bitch had calmed down after he’d rammed her for a couple of minutes. She’d even looked like she was starting to enjoy it by the time he’d unloaded in her fertile, unprotected womb.
He’d never fucked Hermione though. That prude only had eyes for Ron, even though the fucking idiot was too much of a pussy to make a move on that hot piece of ass. Still, Hermione was Harry’s friend, not some groupie, so he’d never ‘forced the issue,’ so to speak.
What he wouldn’t give to defile the little bookworm.
Ginny stepped forward, swinging her non existent chest back and forth with her hands behind her back. This innocent look was really doing it for Harry, and he felt his cock rising to point at his whore girlfriend.
What she said next made him harder than he had ever been.
“Daddy,” she said, her voice high and breathy. “I met your quidditch friends on my way here and they said they had some new shampoo for me to try and they pushed me on the ground and they took out their
thingies and they rubbed until the shampoo came out all over my hair but it’s still in my hair ‘cuz there wasn’t any water to wash it out with … so can I shower with you please daddy pleeeeeease?”
She finally took a breath, looking at Harry with entirely innocent eyes.
Harry was hard as diamonds. Looking more closely, he could see that Ginny’s hair really was a mess: cum was matted throughout, and some was even dripping from one of her pigtails. The whole team must have cum
in her hair to get this result, which included Fred and George.
This didn’t surprise Harry. While full-on incestuous sex was one of Ginny’s few boundaries, he knew that she’d sucked off the twins a few times and would have no problem taking their loads on her. They’d probably
been the ones to initiate the shampoo-trick.
Ginny was really acting the role well, though: if he didn’t know any better, he’d assume that she genuinely thought it was shampoo in her hair. He decided to
play along, and see how far he could take this.
“Silly girl, of course there was water to wash it out with,” he said, thinking fast. “Didn’t you know that special thingie-shampoo can only be washed out with special thingie-water? You should have asked Uncle Fred and Uncle George to give you some! It’s a good thing I’m here, or you wouldn’t be able to get the shampoo out at all! We’ve got to be quick or it’ll dry in your hair. Kneel down where you are.”
Ginny obeyed, eyes wide and blushing at her own silliness. Her hands were still clasped behind her back. Harry stepped forward out of the shower and pointed his cock at her cum-covered hair.
“Now,” Harry said, “Daddy’s going to give you some of his special water, and you’re going to wash out your hair properly, okay?”
Ginny nodded slowly. “B-but Daddy, won’t that get my clothes all wet?” said, looking into his eyes.
“I told you, we have to be quick or it’ll dry,” said Harry. “If you weren’t so stupid you could have asked your uncles to wash you off and had time to take your clothes off … but it’s too late now, so you’ll have to get wet. Now, get ready!”
He started pissing despite his hard-on, a torrent of urine splashing down on his girlfriend. The first blast hit her in her upturned face, smearing her make-up. She quickly adjusted and washed her hair in the shower of piss. Her clothes rapidly became soaked, both her blouse and stockings turning yellow and transparent. He could clearly see her hard nipples poking through the clingy wet fabric. Ginny seemed to be happy with the state of her hair, having cleared it of most of the cum, so she tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Harry adjusted his aim and soon
the filthy redhead had an overflowing mouthful of his warm piss.
Harry finally stopped peeing. There wasn’t a dry spot on his girlfriend. She looked him in the eyes and started gargling his piss before lowering her head and letting the liquid drain out of her mouth and onto her chest. Harry could see yellow droplets hanging from her inch long nipples. The stone floor around her was a puddle of piss and cum.
He considered making her slurp up the mixture … but she took the initiative.
“Thanks, Daddy,” Ginny said as she licked dollops of cum from the bathroom floor, beaming widely as if Harry had given her an ice-cream instead of a golden shower. “I want to make your thingie happy to thank it for all that yummy special water. Can I suck on it, Daddy? Pretty please?”
Harry nodded, and Ginny shuffled forward on her knees and started lapping at his cock. She quickly popped Harry’s shaft into her mouth and started sucking slowly, swirling her tongue around the head rapidly.
Harry groaned.
This felt AMAZING.
He wanted to hurry things up, though, so he grabbed her piss-soaked pigtails and wrapped them around his hands before using them to pull Ginny further down onto his cock. Inch by inch her lips slid down his length as her hair pulled painfully at her scalp. Her nose was just about to reach his pubes when…
Harry woke up. The dorm room was dark. He stared up at the roof of his bed as his senses returned to him. Fuck! That had the makings of a fucking for the ages, and it had all been a fucking dream. That would teach
him for not ass-raping some stupid slut before he went to sleep. He was just making a mental note to piss on Ginny as soon as possible when the messages from
his lower body finally reached his brain.
Someone was sucking him off!
He looked down, but whoever it was had climbed under the covers and he couldn’t tell who it was. He assumed that Ginny had decided on some sneaky fun, as she loved fucking in semi-public where other people might find them.
Of course, blowing Harry while her pussy brother slept in the next bed would be right up her alley.
Harry was close to his climax after the intense dream, and felt a sense of frustration that the fantasy had been taken from him. As normal, he decided to work out this frustration by abusing the nearest woman. He wrapped his legs around Ginny’s head, ramming his cock all the way down her throat. Surprisingly, she didn’t seem to gag or struggle at this treatment. Good as she was, she normally had significant trouble taking his full, impressive length. This time, however, she just started swirling her tongue like mad around his meat.
Frustrated by her lack of struggle, Harry reached under the covers to make things harder for her. He quickly found her face and gave it a light slap before pinching her nose closed, cutting off her air.
That did the trick! The slut started bucking and thrashing, trying desperately to get some oxygen. Harry felt his balls boiling, his climax rushing to
completion. Ginny’s struggles started to fade as she began to pass out, and that’s when Harry came: shooting his load straight down her throat and into her stomach. The whore was swallowing desperately, cum
hungry even as she lost consciousness.
Harry’s orgasm finished, and he released his vice grip on the redheaded whore. His softening cock slipped out of her mouth and she started taking in loud, ragged breaths. His gentler side won out, and he lifted the covers and rolled his girlfriend onto her back to allow her more air. Only now he could see that it wasn’t his slut girlfriend at all. He had just mouthraped and choked out his best friend Hermione Granger! He sat
there, stunned, eyes drinking in the unconscious form of the previously prudish bookworm.
A lot had changed since he had last seen her.
Hermione's face was covered in ruined make-up. Her dark red lipstick was smeared, and black stains ran down her face where her panicked tears had tracked her overdone mascara. Her hair was long and in a complete mess from her thrashing. She was wearing a leather collar with the word 'BITCH' displayed in silver. Her tits were larger, and covered only by a black mesh tube top; her long thick nipples poked out through the large holes in the mesh. He could see what looked like a tattoo on her chest above her enhanced boobs. It read, in a curly but perfectly legible font, 'You can't rape the willing...'
As he looked, the words blurred and shifted, until they read 'But I'd like to see you try.'
Hermione's belly looked swollen, almost pregnant. That gave him another shock. It shouldn't be possible to get that knocked up in one night, even with magic, right? Her ass and crotch were 'covered' by a tiny red and black pleated skirt; Harry could see by the large slit up the side that she wasn't wearing underwear.
Another tattoo was on display just above the skirts waistline, this one reading 'Be my baby-daddy, Mister?'
Black fishnet stockings ran up her legs, but these were mostly obscured by long black leather boots that ended above her knees. The boots ended in a platform base with a six inch heel. Harry had never seen Hermione wear any sort of heel and was surprised that she had made it up the stairs to his dorm in these. The overall look was 'extremely slutty goth schoolgirl,' and Harry felt his dick growing hard again just looking at this new side of Hermione.
Harry had to know more, and for that he needed to wake the slut up. He grasped her thick nipples and squeezed painfully. Hermione moaned and shifted in her sleep. Harry pulled on her nipples, stretching her tits out until they couldn't go any further. Hermione moaned again and spread her legs, shifting her tiny skirt and revealing her bare pussy. She still refused to wake up. Harry's eyes fixed on that inviting pussy. That would surely wake her up.
He released his grip on Hermione's nipples, making her breasts snap back into their previous perky position, and climbed between her legs. Lining up his tool with the puckered tightness of her tiny, virgin asshole, he took a deep breath before pushing in.
The bitch was tight, but Harry was used to that. He had deflowered his share of virgins, after all, and had raped countless unwilling women up the shitpipe. He slowly continued to press forward until he was buried balls deep inside Hermione. Her eyes suddenly shot open as her legs wrapped around Harry, trapping him inside her.
"For fuck's sake, Harry! You had an unconscious girl in your bed and it took you THAT long to ass-rape the bitch?" she said. "From Ginny's stories, I expected more! Now fuck my tight little fuckhole until you dump a load up my colon, Daddy."
Harry didn't have to be told twice: he started thrusting hard into her guts using long, deep strokes. He rested his hands by Hermione's head and looked down at her, watching her face contort with pain and pleasure as he stretched her asshole out.
Even as lust filled his mind, he had to know what had brought about this incredible change.
"What happened to you, Hermione?" he said, panting out the words between thrusts.
"Nothing big," she said with a moan. "A spell turned me into a submissive slut. I was really scared so I went to see your whore girlfriend, and she cast ANOTHER spell that turned me into a les-dom slut. So I fucked her to say thank you and came here to complete the set. I thought a nice blowjob would be a good way to start things. I wasn't expecting you to choke me out, but thanks anyway. I came so hard when I passed out! I woke up straight away, but wanted to see how long it would take for you to rape me. You’re the first man to bottom-out in my asshole.”
"Oh," Harry said with a laugh. "That explains it."
"Which was FAR too long, Harry Potter," she said; she was suddenly stern now, almost like she used to be. "Next time you see a passed out slut, you better get to raping her holes as quickly as you can!"
Harry was amazed by the utterly changed Hermione. His thrusts up her hot, grasping asshole were become wilder, more rapid. He gestured to her swollen stomach with one hand.
"What about this?” he asked. "You can't have gotten knocked up in a day."
"Oh, I'm sure I've gotten knocked up," said Hermione, smirking. "I've taken enough spunk up the cunt today to make sure of that. But that bulge isn't a baby. It's from the lovely drink you gave me in your sleep."
It took Harry a second to work out what she meant. "You mean when I took a piss?"
"It was so delicious I just had to swallow it all. You went on for ages, as well! It's no wonder my stomach is stretched," Hermione said, rubbing her belly tenderly.
Harry's mind filled with the image of Hermione gulping down his piss. It was the last straw. He groaned as he came, his cock buried to the hilt inside Hermione’s aching butthole. Hermione came too as she felt his sperm spray her intestines.
"That's it!" she cried. "Cum inside me! Fill up your cumbucket, Daddy! I'm nothing but fuckmeat with holes for your cock and your cum! Make me your rapedoll!"
Her words spurred Harry, and his spunk continued to pour into Hermione. He didn't know that she had cast a cum multiplication charm on him in his sleep. All he could do was watch as his sperm filled her ass until her belly stretched further and further.
He finally stopped cumming and rolled off of Hermione. Her belly was so full of piss and cum that she looked six months pregnant. They were both panting happily in post-orgasmic bliss. Hermione suddenly rolled onto her side to look at Harry.
"Right," she said, the old bossy Hermione once more. "We've got to be quick before the castle wakes up."
"Quick?" said Harry, confused. "Quick for what?"
“I've got a lot more planned for you, Harry Potter, but we've got to get to the Room of Requirement first," said Hermione, swinging her legs off the bed and standing up expertly on her stripper heels.
Harry quickly pulled on some pajamas and leapt out of bed. Hermione was already strutting towards the door, cum oozing out of her abused anus. Her heels put a sway in her step, and her swollen belly led the way forward. Harry saw another tattoo on her lower back. This one read 'No Means Yes!'
Harry grinned and followed her down the stairs.
It was going to be a fun day.
***
When Hermione first swung open the door to the Room of Requirement, Harry was too distracted to take in the interior. There were a few reasons for this. The first was that Hermione had spent the trip detailing her hot, sweaty fuck session with Ginny, along with the magical changes his whore of a girlfriend had been subjected to. When Hermione had told him that she had left Ginny tied to her bed to be gang-raped by her sexy dorm-mates, Harry had seriously considered leaving Hermione in the corridor and going to join in. But he'd been involved in more Ginny gang-bangs than he could count, and he was still eager to explore this new slut Hermione's holes.
These holes were the second reason that he was distracted. Hermione's tiny pleated skirt was barely more than a belt, and her cuntlips were clearly on display at all times. Her exaggerated swaying stride caused the skirt to shift as she walked, giving Harry tantalizing glimpses of her puckered, perfect pink asshole. His gaze was fixed on her butt-cheeks as they walked, so he quickly noticed when cum started dripping from her well-used ass and pussy. He had pumped a lot of sperm inside her and soon it came flowing out until her thighs were covered with gooey cream.
Both the sight of his seed covering Hermione's legs and her filthy description of raping his girlfriend led to Harry's third distraction: he was getting hard, despite already cumming twice recently. He didn't know that Hermione had, as well as multiplying his cum production, eliminated his refractory period: he could fuck forever if he wanted.
And she'd made another change as well, one which he was just starting to notice.
Harry had always been proud of his cock. His thick, 12-inch-long shaft intimidated most girls when they first saw it. Some men would see that as a problem … but, as Harry saw it, if a girl made him get hard he had the right to use her as he saw fit. Most of the girls enjoyed it in the end, especially those times that he managed to fuck straight into their wombs.
Now though, his cock was growing larger than it ever had before. Constrained by his pajamas, it was stiffening against his leg and had reached his knee by the time they reached the room. Harry could see the thick bulge running down his leg. He wasn't sure if he would be able to fit this into Hermione, but was determined to try.
All of this meant that it took Harry a moment to register the changes to the Room of Requirement. His attention was first caught by the low, mirrored ceiling, which reflected back the perversion contained within. A large bed stood at the back of the room, big enough for several people. The walls were covered with toys and gadgets that Harry was eager to try out, apart from one wall which was dominated by a large cross with attached restraints. There were a few other bondage devices scattered across the floor, including what looked like a cage, and several hooks attached to the ceiling. The center of the room contained a small platform with a stripper pole leading to the ceiling. A few low chairs surrounded the platform.
Hermione squealed in pleasure as she spotted the pole and dragged Harry over to it. She slowly pushed him down onto one of the soft chairs, making sure to give him a long look at her mesh covered boobs as she dangled them before his face. He reached up to grab them, but she quickly straightened up and strutted onto the platform. Harry quickly stripped off his pajamas and grasped his now massive cock, which was now so thick that he couldn't wrap his fingers around the shaft.
Pounding music filled the room as Hermione took her position. Her belly was less swollen now, as most of Harry’s seed had leaked onto her thighs. There was only the slight bump left by his piss and his first load in her stomach. She quickly started her routine, grasping the pole and strutting around it, shaking her ass and tits as she did. After a couple of circles she faced Harry and started humping the pole, which quickly got sticky from the juices still on her thighs. The slut stripped off her top and flung it at Harry before wrapping her newly freed tits around the pole and sliding down. The spunk on the pole smeared up her stomach and her tits until she was kneeling, her face was level with the sticky patch. She quickly stuck out her tongue and started lapping at Harry's seed, cleaning the pole and swallowing it down.
Harry’s cock had now grown so long that the head waggled in front of his face, somewhat obscuring his view of Hermione’s sexy striptease. He growled and stood from the chair, stalking towards his skanky friend, who was momentarily distracted by her attempts to lick Harry’s spunk from her own cleavage. Harry had to hold his shaft ahead of him to provide support, as it was nearly three foot long now and in danger of
dragging on the floor. He reached the stage, leering down at the cum-covered slut in front of him.
Harry suddenly lashed out with his free hand and grabbed Hermione’s long hair tightly in his fist. He pulled her up until her knees were lifted slightly from the ground, most of her weight now supported by her
hair. She winced, but looked up at him with a challenging look in her eyes, daring him to do more.
Something inside Harry snapped.
For three years this cunt had denied him, had kept herself ‘pure’ even as she developed into a smoking hot bitch. And now she was challenging him? In that single, perfect moment, Harry fucking hated his friend. He would rape her every hole. He would ream her with his monstrous phallus until she was ripped apart. He would fill her with load after load of his cum and piss until she burst.
With a roar, he twisted Hermione’s hair and slammed her onto her back, her head hanging off the edge of the platform. His cock was level with her now, and he rested it on top of her. His shaft was so long that it covered most of her body, reaching her belly button.
Hermione was still dazed, and Harry seized his chance. He backed away, dragging his cock along her naked body and between her enormous breasts. His cockhead finally reached her mouth, which she instinctively opened. Harry’s gigantic tool seemed far too large to fit into the small opening, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him.
Harry pushed, forcing his cockhead past Hermione’s plump lips. Hermione privately thanked the permanent stretching charm that she had cast on herself as she felt her mouth stretch around Harry’s thick shaft.
She thrashed her tongue around the invading tool as Harry continued to push onward.
Harry could feel his cock entering Hermione -(TM)s throat. Her gag reflex seemed to have been eliminated, which struck Harry as a shame. He always enjoyed it when girls gagged and tried to fight him off when he
throat fucked them. He resolved to test Hermione’s new stretching abilities, suddenly thrusting another foot of cock into her. He could see the bulge of his cock in her throat, steadily moving onwards until it was forced between her perky tits.
This gave him an idea.
Hermione could feel the blood rushing to her head as it dangled from the platform. She could also feel Harry’s obscene shaft penetrating deeply down her throat. It wasn’t painful, and the stretching spell seemed to have taken care of her need to breathe. In fact, the sensation filled her with a sense of deep joy.
She was finally being used for her intended purpose!
Her rapists from before had fucked her, and Ginny had
awakened her, but Harry was truly USING her. She had seen into his soul, and knew that he no longer saw her as his friend, or even as a person. He saw her as meat, as holes to fuck and stretch and ruin, as flesh to punish and break. She moaned around his cock in pleasure. She could see that he still had at least another foot of dick to force into her face, and she
wanted to encourage him further. The whore wrapped her hands around her own neck, massaging Harry’s tool through her skin.
Harry grabbed his wand, pointing it towards the racks of toys on the wall. “Accio clamps!”
Something small shot through the air and Harry deftly caught it: a pair of metal nipple clamps, connected by a chain. He took one of Hermione’s long, thick nipples and stretched it out before attaching one of the clamps. Hermione moaned in pleasure as the sharp pain shot through her nipple, sending wonderful vibrations along Harry’s shaft. Her second moan was even louder as Harry twisted her nipple before attaching the clamp. Finally, he tapped his wand on the connecting chain.
The chain shortened, pulling Hermione’s tits together around Harry’s cock. The chain continued to shrink until it was almost gone, Hermione’s abused nipples nearly touching each other. The end result was that Harry could feel Hermione’s fleshy globes pushing against his ridiculous penis as it bulged through her skin. He was getting a titfuck and a handjob even as he reamed Hermione’s throat!
That extra humiliation added, Harry decided to get serious about ruining his best friend. He grabbed her shoulders to keep them both steady and suddenly thrust the remainder of his immense cock into her greedy whore throat. More than a foot of extra cock pushed inside Hermione, and it felt incredible. The tightness of her throat, combined with her massaging hands and compressing tits, made Harry’s head spin. He could see his cockhead travel down inside her until it reached her already bulging belly.
His cock must have reached her stomach!
This thought almost made him cum, but he held off. He had to enjoy this more before he blew. He withdrew slightly before plunging back in, setting off a thrusting motion that made Hermione’s expansive breasts jiggle
back and forth along his cock. He slapped them, hard, a few times as they moved, each time forcing a moan from the painslut he was filling. He could see his cockhead pushing at the inside of Hermione’s belly, the end of each thrust making a visible bulge in her flesh. This sight was enough to tip him over the edge. His heavy balls, also magically enhanced and currently slapping Hermione in the face with each thrust, tightened in preparation for the largest load of his life.
Harry roared as he came, wave after wave of thick spunk shooting from his cock like a fire hose. Hermione’s belly swelled rapidly as her stomach filled, and within seconds she looked heavily pregnant, her skin stretched around the prodigious load of cum filling her. The incredible, impossible sensations triggered Hermione’s own orgasm, and her entire body thrashed around Harry’s cock as she was filled. Her stomach
could take no more, and Harry could feel his cum flowing back up Hermione’ s throat. Sperm burst from her mouth around his cock, but even that was not enough. Harry watched in amazement as cum blasted from her nose and even trickled from her ears and tear-ducts. His cum was finding every path out of the inflated whore.
Still shooting spunk, Harry started to withdraw. It took some time, but eventually his cockhead popped out from between Hermione’s swollen lips and immediately blasted her face with cum. Her open mouth was filled with it, and soon her hair, face and tits were covered as well. After minutes of orgasm, Harry finally finished and looked down at his handiwork. The effect was incredible: her swollen belly looked pregnant with twins. Her magnificent rack was blasted with white cream. Her hair was pasted together below her, and her facial features were almost obliterated by the mask of semen he had showered onto her.
Hermione finally came down from her own orgasm, and immediately started rubbing Harry’s spunk into her skin. Harry had a wicked idea.
“I’m still not sure you have enough cream there, slut,” he said, climbing up onto the platform with her. “I’ll just have to pump some more out of you.”
Harry put his foot down onto Hermione’s huge belly and pushed down hard. With nowhere else to go, his cum shot up the slut’s throat and out of her mouth, covering her face and tits with further waves of spunk.
Harry continued to apply pressure, forcing his sperm from between Hermione’s lips, over her face and down her hair until it pooled on the floor beneath her. The utter degradation of being forced to vomit pure cum was enough to trigger another of Hermione’s orgasms.
Finally, Hermione’s belly was empty. She now looked like she had been dipped in a tank of sperm from the waist up, and the ground below her was slick with juices. She slowly raised her shaking hands to her face and carefully wiped some of the the cum from her eyes. As she opened her eyes, ropes of cum made webs across her eyelashes. Hermione, now truly the
skankiest, most worthless whore in Hogwarts, looked up at Harry through a mask of his semen. She had only one thing to say.
“What’s next, Daddy?”
***
Hermione spent most of that day being used by Harry Potter. Luckily, it was a Sunday, so they weren’t needed in class and could spend hours and hours rutting like beasts. Hermione was fucked in all of her holes until they were raw, covered inside and out with torrents of spunk. Harry had made good use of the room, including tying her to the cross and lashing her tits and cunt with a leather strap. Hermione had cum hard, again and again, with every direct hit on her pussy.
Eventually, Harry had grown tired of using the whore and muttered something about finding his cumdump girlfriend. He blasted on final wave of cum up Hermione’s asshole as he said this, before withdrawing and walking out of the room without a backward glance. Hermione was left breathless on the floor, dripping cum onto the flagstones.
After a few minutes of lying in a cum dazed stupor, Hermione gathered her wits and looked around. She was alone in the Room. Various fluids and toys covered the floor, and next to her on the floor was …the book.
Which most DEFINITELY had not been there before.
“Clingy little thing, aren’t you?” Hermione said, picking up the book and feeling the charge from it shoot straight to her clit. She opened the covers and flicked through, not really reading it, just hoping that something would leap out at her.
Something did. The book seemed to stop of its own volition at a page titled ‘Companion Summoning’: it seemed to detail several spells that would summon-forth different creatures for the caster to spend some ‘quality time’ with.
One spell in particular seemed to call out to Hermione,
and — without quite realizing what she was doing — she pulled her wand from her ass (long since shoved there by Harry) and tapped the book with it, intoning the words of the spell.
Instantly, the book started to shake. Hermione gasped and dropped it to the floor before clambering to her feet and backing away. A black spot seemed to be spreading from the centre of the book, slowly taking over the pages until the entire book was nothing but a black hole in space.
Suddenly, something shot out of the book: a purple tentacle, thick and smooth and slimy looking. It rose up in the air, it’s head moving cautiously, seeming to probe the air. Hermione thought it was probably
looking for her. She was scared now, cursing her own foolishness. She had no idea what sort of potentially deadly beast she had called from the book. She raised her wand and pointed it towards the tentacle, ready to defend herself.
Instantly, the tentacle whipped it’s head around to face her and shot forward. Before she could react, the slimy limb wrapped itself around her wrist and twisted, sending a bolt of pain up her arm and her wand clattering to the floor. Hermione used her free hand to claw at the restraining tentacle, but she couldn’t get a grip on the slimy surface. She was so distracted by this that she failed to notice another three identical tentacles emerging from the book and snaking their way towards her until it was too late. They quickly lashed out and constrained her other limbs, sliding up and around until they held her securely, her arms and legs spread wide open.
The tendrils flexed and lifted Hermione from the ground, carrying her back towards the book until she was suspended face down above it, her enhanced tits hanging down impressively. The beast had apparently noticed them as well, as the tentacles wrapped around her arms extended further, slowly circling her beautiful breasts. The slimy things continued until her tits were constrained by several loops of tentacle, which quickly got to work squeezing and massaging, sending pleasure shooting to her brain and overheated pussy. She moaned despite herself.
As if called forth by her moan, a new tentacle emerged from the portal below her. While those holding her aloft were a couple of inches thick, this one looked much larger, as thick as her wrist at its smallest point. She gulped, imagining just where the creature planned to stick that, once more silently thanking her past self for the permanent stretching charm. The new arrival extended upwards toward her until the tip brushed against her face. Hermione opened her lips, fully expecting the creature to force its way down her throat. The tentacle did make a few token thrusts into her mouth, but barely pushed into her throat before withdrawing. The slimy thing dragged itself down her neck, down between her tits, now filled with pleasure and pain in equal measure, and briefly poked at her belly-button before reaching her dripping sex.
Hermione was glad she had practiced so much with Harry’s ridiculous cock to help her take this invader and
braced herself for the penetration.
The tentacle had other ideas though, and moved past her cunt to poke at her back entrance. Hermione gasped, and tried to relax her entrance.
Stretching charm or not, this was going to be tough.
The tip of the tendril pushed and prodded until her asshole stretched to let it in, and it quickly took the opportunity to explore further, soon shoving at least a
foot of thick, slimy tentacle into Hermione’s well-molested ass-guts. Hermione groaned in pain and pleasure. The slime seemed to be lubricating the passage, and her asshole had already been expanded today by Harry … but it was still an AWFULLY big intruder. She decided to see it as a challenge. Just how much of this massive tentacle could she take?
The creature seemed to be thinking along similar lines as it sent more and more of itself out of the book and up her tight shitpipe. She could feel it squirming inside her, worming it’s way up and through her guts. It
felt strange, not painful or pleasurable (her asshole and tits were providing enough of both at this point) but the motion and the knowledge that she was becoming stuffed with a monstrous phallus was deeply erotic to
her whore brain. She hoped the tentacle would make it to her stomach and out of her mouth. She could picture it, picture her completely penetrated by this thing. Her pussy spasmed and she moaned hard as she came at the image, squirting girl-cum onto the tentacle below.
Again, as if in reaction to her cries, more of the purple tentacles rose out of the book below. These were all extremely thin, thinner than pencils, and there were many of them. Two rose up to her extended nipples
and started whipping until her nips were aflame with pain and hard as diamonds. Several tendrils surrounded her face, and Hermione stared at
them apprehensively, suddenly worried again about the beast’s plan. Her fears were confirmed when two of the tentacles climbed towards her nose and started inching up into her nostrils. The pain was intense, the
sensation not remotely pleasurable as the tiny shafts wiggled further into her head.
She was momentarily distracted from the nasal invasion when she felt the main tentacle enter her stomach. She couldn’t see, but her belly now hung below her, stretched and full of the great length of tentacle filling her guts. Her asshole was stretched wide now, the tentacle as thick as a bowling ball where it met her ring. The head paused briefly in her stomach, seemingly waiting for something.
Hermione’s attention was brought back to the smaller tendrils when she felt two of them poking at her ears. Her eyes widened as she realized the monster’s plan. This was impossible! The creature would kill her if it fucked her ears! She started to thrash around as best she could, but the beast pushed its tiny tendrils into her ear canals. It was strangely pleasurable, until the tentacles seemed to come up against an obstruction.
Hermione hoped desperately that they would get the message and back off, but after a second’s pause they pushed on. Hermione’s eyes widened in shock and pain as the invaders punched through. She could feel them inside her head! Inside her brain! The tentacles were in her brain! She thrashed wildly as she felt them moving around, almost stirring up her brains, until --
Hermione stopped. She felt amazing. The tentacles in her brain didn’t worry her anymore, she knew that they were there to help her. The pain in her ears and nose vanished, replaced by wondrous pleasure. Her stretched asshole and abused breasts no longer ached, again feeling only pleasure. She sighed with orgasmic delight as she came again, squirting
onto the mass of tendrils below. Some part of her KNEW that she should be worried that the tentacles had somehow rewired her brain, but she felt so fucking good that she didn’t care.
The central tentacle decided to start moving again, and Hermione could feel it start to press against her esophagus. She knew this was it: this was where she would be penetrated more completely than she had thought possible. She could feel the thick presence moving up her throat, slowly stretching her as it moved. Her ear tentacles continued to pump in and out of her brain, and she felt a tickle as the nostril tendrils worked through her nose and emerged in her throat. The two tiny invaders moved back up her throat and into her mouth. She wiggled her tongue as they slid over
it, almost kissing them, but was ignored as they moved past her lips. The tentacles hooked around her plump lips and forced them wide open, fixing her mouth in an O-shape, clearly in preparation for the main event, which had nearly reached her mouth now.
Hermione felt a new sensation as the thin tentacles whipping her tits suddenly changed course and started pressing against the tips of her nipples. Apparently the monster, not content with plugging every orifice she had, wanted to make some new ones. She felt intense pressure which was suddenly relieved when her nipples somehow opened up and allowed the tentacles to penetrate them. Hermione’s eyes shot open at the
previously unimagined sensation of having her nipples fucked. The tendrils slid sensually into her nipples, into her expanded tits, and started thrusting back and forth slowly. It was probably just the mind-rape talking, but it felt as good as any cunt-fucking she had taken.
Hermione couldn’t think, her tentacle-fucked brain now only registering pleasure, sparks flying in her head with every thrust into her asshole, ears, and tits, every movement in her nose and throat. Her eyes rolled back
in her head and her tongue hung out of her mouth, drool running down her chin. She was more filled than she had ever been before … but her cunt remained empty. What was left of her mind waited eagerly for the monster to finally fix that.
The main tentacle forced its way out of Hermione’s throat and into her mouth, before quickly thrusting further, spearing out between her lips, still spread wide by the nose-tendrils. She was filled utterly, penetrated completely by the long tentacle from ass to mouth. And still it wasn’t done. The thick limb slid further out of her mouth, sliding down her chin and down between her tits. Her nipple rapists picked up the pace at this, sending her boobs shaking back and forth as they too were deeply penetrated.
The tentacle traveled down, over her engorged belly, before finally reaching her pussy. It flicked at her clit, sending another instant orgasm shooting through her body. She moaned thickly around the magical flesh filling her mouth as her monstrous lover finally entered her cunt.
It felt amazing, as if everything prior was merely foreplay. The tentacle slowly forced its way further in until it reached her the entrance to her womb, sending another shock of pain turned pleasure to her fevered
brain. The tentacle battered against her cervix until it was allowed entrance, shooting straight into her womb until she was completely filled. Her stomach bulged further as the tentacle forced itself as far in as it
could go. This was it. There was nowhere left to go. Her ass, her mouth, her nose, her ears, even her nipples, and now her womb, her most sacred place, were all being fucked completely by the monstrous invader.
And now she could sense a climax approaching. Bulges appeared in some of the tentacles, traveling rapidly up towards her dangling, exhausted form. A huge shape forced itself against her asshole and quickly moved inside. She could feel it traveling up inside her body. Many smaller bulges traveled up towards her nipples and started forcing their way inside
her breasts. She could feel small spherical shapes being deposited inside her tits. The remnants of her shattered mind knew that they must be eggs, and knew that she should be worried, but the sensation felt so powerfully erotic that she just didn’t care. The large egg reached her stomach and soon forced its way up her throat and into her mouth, filling it to capacity. Her nose tendrils stretched her mouth wide open, wider than she had thought possible, to allow the bulge out from between her lips.
The egg traveled down her front between her breasts, still swelling with many, many eggs. Already expanded, they were now almost the size of her head. The large egg reached her pussy and pushed inside and into her womb, before finally being spat out. The egg alone stretched her womb hugely, and she came again at the knowledge that she had been impregnated by the
alien beast. Eggs stopped shooting into her tits, and just as she thought it was over, liquid came spewing out of every tentacle at once. Her tits swelled further and plumped up, covering the lumps left by the eggs. Her belly swelled until she looked nine months pregnant. The nose-tendrils turned to face her and shot the cum-like fluid straight into her eyes, as more of the stuff shot out of her ears as her head was filled with liquid.
After a minute of this, her monstrous lover stopped fertilizing her every orifice. The main tentacle suddenly pulled out of her cunt, rapidly withdrawing back into her mouth. Within minutes, it had finished it’s retreat, at last leaving her gaping asshole. The other tentacles withdrew from her nipples, nose and ears, and those wrapped around her limbs lowered her gently to the floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the
creature retreat back inside the black portal, which slammed shut as it returned to book form.
Hermione was left panting on the floor, again. Cum leaked from her ears, her nose, even her tear ducts. Her breasts were swollen beyond recognition, cum dripping from her nipples like milk. Her belly still
looked massively pregnant, and she knew that it would remain so until her purpose was fulfilled and she gave birth to the creature now living inside of her.
She couldn’t wait.
***
It was a week later and Hermione was sitting in her History of Magic class, nearly going out of her mind. Ever since the monstrous tentacle beast had filled her womb and tits with eggs, boys had refused to touch her. Even when she presented herself to them, holes dripping, massive breasts resting on her swollen, pregnant belly, and told them to rape her like the knocked-up little cum-bucket that she was. They all just seemed to mutter some excuse and leave. Even Harry, her most enthusiastic rapist, had declined, saying that she was ‘claimed’. Until then, Hermione had thought that the boys were just turned off by her pregnancy … but now thought that it was some magical after-effect of the beast.
It didn’t want any other dick inside her while she carried its young.
A week without cock had been torture for the newly created slut. Naturally, she had tried to take care of her perpetual horniness herself … but in another example of the beast’s cruelty, she was unable to take herself over the edge. For hours and hours she had fingered, fisted and — thanks to her newfound incredible flexibility — eaten out her hungry pussy with no orgasm to show for it. The end result was that her cunt now leaked a constant stream of pussy juices, her thighs forever slick and shiny with proof of her arousal. Her nipples were always hard, jutting proudly out
from her swollen tits. In the last couple of days they had started lactating, a steady trickle of milk which quickly left any top she wore clingy and transparent.
More clingy and transparent than normal, it should be said, as the curse kept her dressed in a whorish parody of a school uniform. Her mammoth tits were barely contained by a flimsy buttonless blouse, tied off to display her obscenely stretched belly. A tiny, pointless tie in Gryffindor colors rested on her cavernous cleavage. Her belt-like pleated skirt rode very low on her hips, displaying where her pubic hair used to be. She had magically replaced her ‘Be my babydaddy’ tattoo with another which read ‘Room for one more!’
The skirt was only a couple of inches long, just enough to cover her drooling pussy when she was standing still. Knee high white socks and mary-janes with a chunky six inch heel completed the look.
Somehow, she had managed to stagger her way to her classes, leaving a trail of cunt juices from room to room. In every class, she ignored her normal seating preference in the front row and stormed to the back. In
every class, she ignored what the teacher was saying and spent the entire lesson madly frigging her insatiable cunt until the entire room smelt of her dripping hot arousal. And in every class, she left the room frustrated, unable to cum, her ass and legs soaked from the puddle of pussy juice left behind on
her seat. The teachers themselves never reacted to any of this, and in fact didn’t seem to notice the drastic changes in the previously perfect student. The biggest reaction Hermione had seen was Snape smirking
as she ran into the potions dungeon, but he always smirked at her, so it could have meant anything. Hermione suspected that the book had something
to do with the teacher’s apathy to her sudden hyper- sexuality, but had no mental space to investigate properly.
This Monday morning, she had woken feeling stranger than ever. She had felt something moving inside her womb, and looking down at her swollen belly could see small bulges pushing out from inside. The egg must have hatched! Joy filled her at the idea of birthing this beast and finally emptying her womb. She had opened her legs wide and spread her cuntlips to encourage the creature outside, but no luck. The monster in her belly seemed determined to stay there.
So here she was in History of Magic. Professor Binns droned on about the giant wars or something, and Hermione was lazily fingering herself. She had just allowed her mind to drift off into a delicious fantasy of being raped by a giant when she felt something move inside her cunt. It felt like being fucked in reverse, as something emerged from her womb and pushed its way down towards her gaping entrance. It soon reached her probing fingers, and Hermione quickly withdrew them and looked down in time to see the head of a tentacle emerge from her hole. It was thick, purple and slimy looking, just like its daddy. A few more inches extended from her cunt, drawing a quiet moan as it pleasured her inner walls. It almost looked like she had a cock!
This gave Hermione an idea, and she reached down and grasped the tentacle with both hands. Slowly she started stroking it, giving it the best handjob she could, hoping to draw more of the beast outside.
At first, it seemed to be working. Inch after inch of thick tentacle pushed from her pussy, extending upwards until it reached above her belly button. The tentacle, and her busy hands, were clearly visible above her desk, but Hermione didn’t care. She would birth this beast on stage in front of the entire school if it meant she was finally able to cum.
Harry, sitting next to her as usual, couldn’t help but notice her new arrival. He grinned and gave her a thumbs up before pointing to his clearly hard cock and mouthing the word ‘soon’.
He nudged Ron, one seat along, who looked over and immediately blushed a deep red before staring fixedly ahead. Ron hadn’t handled Hermione’s transformation well. In the common room on that first evening, he had
nearly fainted upon seeing her skanky, pregnant new body. He looked like he might have a heart attack when Harry and Hermione had described, in lurid and explicit detail, the perversities they had conducted. Hermione
didn’t care, though. She no longer knew what she ever saw in that wimp. Even after her birthing — when she became fuckable again — she wouldn’t offer herself to Ron.
No.
No, he would have to grow some balls and rape her like a real man if he wanted access to her holes.
The emerging tentacle suddenly changed tack, extending downwards towards her chair. Hermione was briefly confused until the tip of the tendril found her exposed asshole and forced its way inside. Hermione threw her head back in a mix of shock, pain and pleasure, her eyes open wide and her mouth agape. The tentacle moved deeper inside her ass until very little of it was actually outside her body. A straight line of thick alien shaft led straight from her cunt, across her taint and into her ass. It almost looked like she was using a double ended dildo.
Almost.
The tentacle was still traveling onward, out of one hole and deep into another. Hermione could feel it making its way through her bowels and suspected that she knew the creature’s plan. Like father like son, after all. The feeling of both her holes being utterly filled was incredible, the utter wrongness of giving birth to a monstrous creature in the middle of class only made the experience more sinfully pleasurable. Without her conscious control, her hands lifted themselves to her leaking breasts, pulled them out from her soaked top and started to squeeze. Thick milk sprayed from her engorged nipples out onto her desk, some of it splashing onto Lavender Brown in the seat in front. Lavender didn’t seem to notice.
Her monstrous child had reached her stomach now. Her belly, previously round and stretched from the creature stuffed into her womb, now displayed the path the tentacle had taken through her intestines. There was still a noticeable central lump, though … and her pussy felt no less full. There was apparently still a way to go. The tentacle apparently agreed, and started
its journey up her esophagus. She could feel it slowly working its way up her throat, and was finding it harder and harder to breathe. She tilted her head back and was pleased to see Harry’s face out of the corner of
her eye. He was staring at the bulge in her throat, wide eyed, and the small part of Hermione still capable of thought was happy to see that some things could still shock the massive pervert.
Two things happened as the head of the tentacle pushed its way out of her throat and into her mouth. First, her hands clenched in pleasure around her massive tits, causing a huge spray of milk that drenched Lavender’s back. The girl noticed this time, and whipped her head around in shock, causing her now soaked hair to flick milk at the girls around her. Lavender’s eyes widened in shock at the sight of Hermione’s tongue battling with the purple mouth-invader, but quickly closed again as another spray caught her full in the face. She couldn’t help but
swallow some, and soon started licking herself clean of the surprisingly delicious milk.
The second thing that happened was a thought that came unbidden to Hermione’s mind: Get to safety. Find a new host. The words kept looping in her brain, residual programming left behind by her mind-fuckers. Get to safety. Find a new host. An image came to her mind, unbidden. She knew where she must go.
If she could leave the classroom that is. Indecent clothing, furious masturbation, and birthing a live tentacle monster seemed to go unnoticed, but Hermione knew that any teacher — even Professor Binns — would have some pointed questions about a student just walking out of class. The normal
option of asking for a toilet break was out of the question, seeing as her mouth and tongue were otherwise occupied by her slimy penetrator. She
would have to sneak out and hope for the best. Binns wouldn’t take much stealth to evade, which was lucky given her lust-hazed mind.
With some effort of will, Hermione stopped mauling her tits and slid under her desk. Soon she was kneeling in a puddle of her own milk and pussy juices. The fronts of her white socks soon became sticky and translucent. She moved onto her hands and knees and crawled towards the exit, her cartoonishly stuffed belly scraping the floor as she moved. All the while, the tentacle writhed inside her, threatening to burst from between her lips at any moment. Her skirt hid nothing from view as she crawled between the desks, and most of the class got a good look at her double-stuffed whoreholes, still squirting girlcum in a trail on the floor behind her. Every boy soon sported a raging hard-on, and most of the girls developed sticky panties.
But no one said a word.
After several agonizing minutes of crawling, she reached the door and escaped.
She slowly wobbled to her heeled feet and tottered down the hallway. Her destination wasn’t far: the nearest boy’s toilets. Class was only halfway through, so she was unlikely to be interrupted. The tentacle
head thrashed inside her mouth with excitement as she walked, and she tried to placate it with slow, sensual licks. She soon reached the toilets and slipped inside.
Hermione was hit straight away with the mixed stenches of piss and semen. She sniffed heavily, glorying in the wonderful mixture, and moved quickly to the furthest cubicle. The smells intensified as she approached, and she opened the cubicle door to reveal the source.
Ginny Weasley was sitting on the toilet, naked except for the ropes strapping her in place. Her hands were tied together behind the cistern, her legs attached to the cubicle walls such that they were spread wide. Her
mouth was forced open by a ring gag. And she was covered from head to toe in piss and cum. Barely an inch of skin was clean on her petite frame. Her face was a mask of spunk, so much that her nose was blocked by the stuff. Her wide eyes barely seemed to register Hermione’s entrance and simply stared into space blankly. Her hair, out of pigtails now, was
wild and matted through, plastered to her face and body as if glued into place. Her tiny breasts — now with her nipples heavily pierced with huge steel rings — had still become a clear target and had a large concentration of seed spread across them, trailing down over her overflowing belly button down to her mound.
And what a mess THAT was!
Ginny’s tiny, hairless cunt was practically foaming with jizz, clearly full to bursting with sweet baby-batter. Her
asshole was similarly leaky, steadily dripping cum into the toilet beneath her. Hermione could see a little into the toilet and saw the foul mixture of spunk and piss inside. The boys clearly hadn’t let the naked skank sitting in the way prevent them from relieving their bladders. Perhaps they felt that they were doing the girl a favor by washing away some of the spunk. Or perhaps they just wanted a clearer canvas for them to add their own contribution. Tally marks adorned one wall, more than Hermione could quickly count, but she guessed there were at least a hundred.
Not bad for a weekend’s work.
Hermione had known where to find Ginny because she had been the one to tie the whore up. Her magically-enforced celibacy had been made no easier by watching the ginger bitch being raped five times a day. Ginny had really started playing up the ‘innocent preteen’ angle, pitching her voice up and even lisping occasionally. She was constantly bending and even tripping over to display her holes and always acted innocently curious when presented with a thick, hard cock. The boys just lapped it up, enjoying ‘corrupting the sweet little girl’ over and over again. Ginny always
seemed to ensure that Hermione was around for her rapes as well, as if to rub it in that she was getting so much dick.
Hermione had snapped on the Saturday morning after watching the little bitch being double-teamed by Fred and George. They had started by ‘teaching’ her what a spitroast was and finished by bouncing her between them, incestuous cocks in her ass and pussy. After the twins had filled her up and left, Hermione had grabbed the recovering Ginny by the hair and dragged her to the nearest boy’s toilets.
At first the bitch had struggled, but after a few hard slaps Ginny and a brutal kick to the cunt she’d had
been strapped down and covered in magical tattoos. Her forehead said ‘Human Toilet’, while her cheeks instructed users to ‘Piss Here’. Her chest advertised ‘Free Rape Victim, I’ll Never Tell’, while the ‘Hermione’s Whore’ tattoo on one breast was mirrored by a ‘Beat Me’ tattoo on the other, while her stomach was covered in abuse and encouragement, including ‘I Want to Have Your Abortion’, ‘Dog Fucker’, ‘Daddy’s Little Butt-Slut’, and ‘Piss In My Womb’.
Her spread legs simply read ‘Fill Me The Fuck Up’.
As a finishing touch, Hermione had written ‘Customers Served’ on the wall before she left.
Hermione had checked in on her human toilet a few times over the weekend, enjoying the ever-increasing tally marks and ever-decreasing cleanliness of the girl. On her first visit she had cast a spell she had found in the book to allow Ginny to survive purely on cum and piss, a spell she made sure to memorise for her own personal use later. Her second visit was to bring Harry along. Ginny’s eyes had lit up upon seeing her
boyfriend, no doubt here to rescue her. Harry soon dispelled any such hope by plugging her mouth with his hard cock and pissing down her throat, all while chatting casually with Hermione about some tricky Potions homework. He pulled out in time to cum on her face before leaving, never once looking his girlfriend in the eye.
And now, two days later, Ginny was clearly broken. The tattoos could no longer be seen under the mass of sperm, and any hope of release had been shattered by Harry’s cruelty. She had become pure fuckmeat, nothing but three holes for men to cum and piss into.
Hermione almost felt guilty.
Almost.
She had planned to release the skank that evening, and was sure the redhead would bounce back quickly enough and soon be bragging with the story of her weekend as a human toilet.
Now though, Hermione had another use for the girl.
She knew what she had to do, what her child wanted. She positioned herself so that she was straddling Ginny and sat, balancing on the redhead’s skinny, cum-covered thighs. Hermione pressed herself against the cum-toilet, smearing her front with sticky sperm, and pressed her lips against Ginny’s, opening her mouth wide. The tentacle, clearly eager to move onto the next step, pushed through the ring gag and into Ginny’s waiting mouth. The dazed girl finally seemed to register Hermione’s presence, her eyes widening and then focusing on Hermione’s as the tentacle began its journey down the little redhead’s throat. Hermione winked at Ginny and placed a hand on each of their necks. She could feel the bulges created by the beast, feel the constant motion of it inside them.
Ginny started to writhe in her restraints as the tentacle reached her stomach, clearly worried by the rapid progress the creature was making. Hermione took this as her cue to properly stimulate the little bitch and
started grinding on her lap while crudely pinching the slut’s nipples. Her hands soon roamed around both of their bodies, smearing the copious cum everywhere. She could feel her breasts start to tingle and payed special attention to them, squeezing and stretching her chunky nipples.
More and more of the tentacle spooled out of Hermione’s mouth, through her body and into little Ginny. The poor girl had her eyes squeezed shut now, overwhelmed by the sensation having her bowels
penetrated. Suddenly, she moaned hard around the tentacle filling her throat, and Hermione instinctively knew why. The tentacle had finally reached fresh air again by emerging from Ginny’s asshole. It paused
for a second, but there was only one place left to go.
Ginny squealed in orgasm as her cunt was roughly penetrated. The beast wormed its way quickly to her cervix and pushed through until it had found a new home. The two girls made quite a sight. Joined, womb to womb, by one long tentacle, they frantically pressed their cum-covered bodies against one another, their bellies bloated by the creature snaking its way through them. Ginny opened her eyes, and they shared a look, almost tenderly, as they realized that they were the most connected it was possible to be.
Then the creature started fucking them properly.
Both ends of the tentacle pushed rapidly back and forth, in and out of the girls’ wombs. The entire length started undulating within them, rubbing sensually along their passages. Both girls could feel their climaxes building, Hermione almost mindless now with the need for release. Eyes rolled back into heads, and tongues fell slack in their tentacle filled mouths. Both ends withdrew until they were barely inside either girl’s cuntholes and paused, causing the girls to whine involuntarily.
With a sudden huge flex, the tentacle rammed into both girls so hard that a new lump pushed out from their already swollen bellies. The sluts screamed
around the tentacles as they came, screamed loud enough for the noise to be heard in the corridor outside. They both thrashed against each other,
copious girlcum squirting out and splashing everywhere.
After minutes that felt like hours, Hermione stopped cumming. She went slack against Ginny, held up only by the tentacle inside her. She slowly became aware of a strange sensation around her tits. She looked down as best she could, trying to see past the tentacle still joining her face to Ginny’s. When she saw what was happening she had another small orgasm from the disgusting obscenity that she found.
Hundreds of small, wormlike tentacles were emerging from Hermione’s nipples. They were purple, about a centimeter thick, and up to about 10 inches long. They pushed themselves from the ends of each nipple, forcing their way from the holes their daddy had made a week before. Some of them clung to her sticky skin and started to travel down her body, but the majority
dropped straight from her breasts onto Ginny’s tiny chest.
Hermione’s second orgasm seemed to stir the main tentacle into action, and it finally removed the last of itself from her womb. Soon it had sucked itself up into her asshole, as it poured into its new home: Ginny’s womb. Hermione relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of being slowly emptied as she watched the progress of her breast-babies. A few found Ginny’s nipples and soon opened them up, pushing their way inside her tiny tits. They soon filled up, and the rest of the worms moved slowly down, over the redhead’s rapidly swelling belly towards her lower regions.
The end of the tentacle reached Hermione’s mouth and she gave it a farewell lick as it finally left her body. She drew her head back in time to see the creature vanish down Ginny’s wide open throat. At the same time, the endless supply of breast worms ceased, and Hermione knew her job was done. She climbed off of Ginny, shaking off the last of the worms, and stepped back to admire her handiwork.
Ginny’s throat no longer bulged, and Hermione was sure that most of the creature was safely in her womb while the last of it worked through her guts. The worm things had reached Ginny’s stuffed pussy, but to
Hermione’s surprise did not try to enter, instead flowing over and dropping into the toilet bowl. A flood of them passed over the girl and into the scummy water below. Hermione spotted one that had missed and landed on the disgusting floor and quickly bent to pick it up. She
considered adding it to the bowl with its siblings but instead raised it to her own lips and swallowed it whole. It tasted of stale cum and piss, and she could feel it wriggling on its way down her throat.
A comical popping sound indicated that Ginny’s ass had become free of tentacle, and Hermione had just enough time to see the last of it disappearing up into Ginny’s fleshy cunt. The girl looked like a massively
knocked-up preteen, her belly swollen to an absurd size on her slender frame. The last of the worms dropped into the bowl, and Hermione, realizing what she had to do, reached over and flushed. The worms vanished down the drain, and Hermione knew that they would live on, and grow, inside the plumbing of Hogwarts. Bathroom visits were about to become much riskier for everyone, and much more fun.
Ginny had passed out as she was filled, and was now slack in her bonds. Hermione took her wand and waved it, removing the ropes holding the knocked-up slut in place. Boys wouldn’t touch her now, not until the tentacle beast moved on. That would show the little tease. Hermione straightened her cum covered clothes and strutted confidently out of the toilets. Class
was almost over.
She had some catching up to do, and she knew just the boy to rape her...
***
Hermione lazily flipped through the Book as she was assraped by an anonymous cock. She had been stretched out on her bed reading, naked and with her sexy butt pointed towards the door, when a hard, thick shaft suddenly pushed all the way into her rear entrance. Hermione had barely reacted, her asshole so used to being penetrated that it simply opened up
and allowed itself to be roughly fucked. The most acknowledgement Hermione gave to her rapist was to start squeezing her ass muscles to provide him with a more pleasurable rape. This was such an automatic response to having something in her ass that it didn’t take much thought, so she just continued to examine the wonderful tome, satisfied that she was fulfilling her purpose as a female.
The Book was just endlessly fascinating. She had read it cover to cover many times by now, but the contents seemed fluid, always changing to show new spells and new perversions, ready to worm themselves into her thoughts and imagination. There were sections on the summoning of sexual creatures, the transfiguration of the body, and warping of the mind. There were spells
for masturbation, spells for lovers, and spells for full on orgies. Spells of privacy and exhibitionism, spells of control and submission, and spells for contraception or conception. And they all had pictures!
One such picture caught Hermione’s interest. It showed the head of a woman, her eyes rolled back and mouth lolling open, in such pleasure that she had fainted. The reason for this was obvious - a man had inserted his cock into her ear to the base, literally fucking her head. Hermione had a flashback to her own brainfucking experience with her tentacular babydaddy, and felt her always-dripping cunt gush fresh girlcum onto her bedsheets.
Her rapist noticed this and clearly thought he had something to do with it, as he started fucking into her squeezing asshole more rapidly. He reached out and grabbed her loose hair, balling it up in his fist and
pulling her head back, using her hair as leverage to push his cock to its limit inside her. As she could no longer read the book, Hermione decided to help the boy along and began thrusting herself back against him.
“Oh fuck yes, Daddy,” she moaned sensually. “Rape my tight little girl asshole. I’m just a dirty fucking jizz-toilet, waiting for you to fill me up with your seed. Cum inside your filthy cumdump, give me a purpose by shooting your sperm deep inside my ass. I want to feel your warm fuck dripping from my leaky shitpipe and over my dripping, greasy pussy-hole. I’ll push all your cun inside, I’ll fist myself, I’ll rape myself with your baby batter. You could impregnate me without even fucking my filthy whore cunt! Cum for me baby, do it now!”
Her user couldn’t take this level of filthy talk and quickly
erupted inside of her. She squirmed in pleasure as she could feel hot ropes of jizz shooting into her ass. The boy — possibly a man? A teacher? — withdrew when he was done and left without saying a word.
Hermione examined the page more closely. The illustration had the title ‘Fucking Her Brains Out’ and was accompanied by a spell designed to do exactly that. If cast on a cock, this spell would allow that cock to fuck a woman’s brain via the ear without any damage.
… or without PHYSICAL damage anyway, as the spell also caused the victim to get stupider with every
thrust into her brain, with a massive loss of intellect if the user actually came inside her head. The page ending with a warning (or a promise) that the loss of brainpower was irrevocably permanent, and that overuse could result in an empty shell of a woman, only capable of thinking of sex.
Hermione read the page with growing excitement, fingers slipping beneath her to massage her leaking slit. Images flashed through her mind as she read, of all the girls she knew having their minds roughly fucked away by monstrous cocks. She could feel the crude stranger’s cum trickle from her asshole and down to her playing fingers, and she dutifully pushed the seed
deep inside her hungry pussy. As she read the warning at the end, she imagined herself being ear-fucked by Harry, her legendary brains blasted away forever by waves of his sticky cum until she was left hollow: nothing but a sex doll with a pulse. She squealed and came at the thought, covering her hand and thighs with her sticky girlcum.
Her mind slightly cleared, she reluctantly filed that last idea away. She had too many depraved things to enjoy to become mindless meat just yet. Perhaps if she ever ran out of new ways to fuck she would tell Harry about
that spell and let him take her mind away. She smirked at the thought of Potter armed with this spell - after a week there wouldn’t be a cunt in the castle capable of speech!
Hermione got up and hid the book before getting dressed and heading down the stairs to the common room. Her wardrobe options had been expanded
dramatically by the slut curse, and today she chose a pair of black and white striped stockings that reached her buttcheecks, along with a white halter top that read ‘Pissmop’ and cut off just below her nipples, leaving her lower areola on display. She had added a new tattoo on her lower belly, a small target over her womb with the legend ‘Knock me up and win a prize!’
She entered the common room and was greeted by the sight of Ginny desperately crawling around the room on all fours. Her heavily pregnant belly scraped the floor as she moved from chair to chair, begging the
sitting boys to rape her needy holes. For the most part, the boys laughed and ignored her, some of them spitting on her as they sent her away. Hermione smirked again as she moved towards Harry and Ron, chatting by the fire as they watched the knocked-up cunt grow ever more desperate in her search for cock.
Harry looked up as Hermione arrived and lazily shifted his robes to expose his hard cock. Hermione straddled him without a word and sank down onto his thick shaft, sighing in pleasure as she did so. Harry’s cock was no longer the monstrous size it had achieved earlier, but was still enhanced enough that they could both see it bulging inside her as it penetrated her womb. Hermione began to rock gently on her favorite
fuckstick as she looked down at its owner. Ron stiffened, reddened, and studiously ignored the rutting couple beside him.
“Harry,” Hermione said as she fucked, “Can I borrow the Marauder’s Map?”
Harry grinned and nodded, grasping her exposed ass and aiding her bouncing. He had barely used the map recently. It was a great rape-aid, of course, allowing him to scour the castle for isolated girls and warn him of potential interruptions as he mercilessly fucked their quivering holes. Since the transformations of Hermione and Ginny, however, he was feeling pretty sexually satisfied and had cut down on the raping to only once or twice a week.
“Sure thing, cuntmeat,” Harry said, forcing himself into her so that her stomach bulged with each thrust. He noticed Ginny kneeling beside him with a look of hunger on her face as she watched her best friend and her boyfriend mating openly … and he gently pushed her away with his foot. Dejected, the little knocked-up preteen began sobbing as she simultaneously fisted her ass and pussy. “What do you need it for?”
“I’ve found a new spell and want to try it on someone in
particular, so I thought it would be a quick way to find her,” Hermione said, laughing as Ginny whimpered, licking the toe of Harry’s foot.
Ron, disgusted, kicked his sister’s cunt; the little girl’s body was wracked with agony, and she curled up on herself, begging Ron to let her suck on his nutsack.
“I’ll get it once I’ve filled your womb with jizz,” Harry said. “So get fucking properly.”
Hermione leaned forward to bury Harry’s face in her cleavage as she quickened her bouncing on his pussy-stretching cock. She let loose a litany of disgusting dirty talk … and, as a final incentive, reached down and started gently squeezing Harry’s swollen balls as she fingered her asshole. That did the trick, and Harry groaned into her chest as he let loose a torrent of sperm straight into her womb. This too was still enhanced, and Hermione’s belly quickly stretched to accommodate the waves of spunk.
She climbed off him, and Harry quickly rushed off to his dorm to retrieve the map. Hermione occupied herself by squatting over Ginny’s face and pressing on her swollen belly to force out Harry’s jizz onto his girlfriend. By the time she was done, her belly was again flat and
Ginny looked like the recipient of a school-wide bukakke. Hermione had a passing thought that she should arrange such a thing, before Harry returned
with the map. She took it gratefully and leaned over Ginny to kiss Harry, giving him plenty of tongue as she did so, before leaving through the portrait hole to find her new test subject.
***
Luna Lovegood was having a very odd day indeed. It had started with her morning loo visit. She had just been finishing her business when she heard a muffled moaning noise coming from the stall next to her. It sounded very much like the noises she sometimes heard coming from her roommate's beds late at night, not the sort of thing one should hear in a toilet. Unable
to contain her legendary curiosity — and suspecting nargles were involved somehow — Luna lowered the seat and stood on it so that she could look over the cubicle wall.
The sight before her was unlike any she had ever imagined. Padma Patil, her fellow Ravenclaw, seemed to be tied down to the toilet by writhing purple ropes. One of the ropes was moving in and out of her mouth,
muffling the moans that were presumably caused by the ropes that vanished up the schoolgirl’s skirt.
Luna stared at her trapped classmate. The ropes — or were they tentacles? — seemed to have emerged from the toilet as Padma was peeing and taken advantage of the Indian schoolgirl. Luna was not a sexual creature (she had only touched herself a few times and never for very long), but she was pretty sure that she knew what those tentacles were doing beneath Padma’s skirt. She was astonished to feel the heat rising from her kitty as she looked down on her friend being molested.
Two more tentacles pulled open Padma’s blouse, revealing her brown, bra-covered tits. Her attacker quickly ripped off her bra and encircled her perky mounds, squeezing them rhythmically. Padma moaned again at this new sensation and opened her previously tightly closed eyes. She locked gazes with Luna, and Luna could not tell if the pleading look in her eyes
came from fear, humiliation, or pleasure. Either way, Luna felt her panties grow damp as her kitty became wetter than it had ever been. She couldn’t help
herself as her hand travelled below the waistband of her skirt and beneath her panties. Her moans joined Padma’s as she started rubbing her soft lower lips, and the two girls stared at each other as their pleasure built
rapidly.
Seemingly encouraged by the sexual fever taking over both girls, the tentacles picked up their pace: thrusting rapidly into Padma’ s mouth and up through the tiny girl’s tight nether holes. Padma closed her eyes again at the sensations, gagging around the beast filling her mouth and thrashing her limbs. Luna was unsure if Padma was trying to escape her attacker or simply overwhelmed by the sensations, but her kitty was on fire either way. She slipped a finger inside herself and nearly fell off her perch on the toilet at the jolt of pleasure that ripped through her. She started slowly pumping her finger in and out of her virginal passage as she observed the brutal, inhuman rape of her friend.
Said rape seemed to be nearing a conclusion, one way or another: Padma’s face was turning red as the face-fucking tentacle refused to relent, cutting off her air supply as it ruthlessly filled her throat. The tentacles violating her pussy were pounding so heavily that Luna swore she saw them bulging out of Padma’s flat stomach with every thrust. She could feel something
building within her, something she had never felt before but that she knew would change her life when it arrived. Her exploring fingers were frantic inside her now, sending waves of pleasure up her spine.
Suddenly the tentacle raping Padma’s throat withdrew, leaving her gasping for breath just in time for the attacker to release its load. Sticky white fluid erupted from an opening at the end of the tentacle, blasting into the schoolgirl’s wide open mouth and shooting down her throat. Padma gagged again at the sudden intrusion, causing the next shot to miss and strike her cheek. The tentacle didn’t seem to mind, and had soon covered the teen’s face with seed.
Luna was so close now, the sight of the degraded schoolgirl below her enough to take her to the edge of her own release. The monster pushed her over the edge by simultaneously climaxing into Padme’s ass and pussy, as Luna could see thick pulses traveling up the tentacles and under her skirt. When she saw Padma’s lovely flat stomach begin to swell as it was
filled with monstrous semen, she couldn’t take any more: thrusting her finger as far inside herself as she could, Luna had her first orgasm as she watched her friend and classmate being forcibly inseminated by a monstrous creature.
When she came down from her leg-shaking climax, she saw the creature slowly unwinding itself from around her friend, releasing her limbs as it retreated back into the toilet. Padma seemed to have fainted, as she stared blankly ahead through her mask of cum, doing nothing to cover up her exposed breasts and swollen belly. Luna climbed down from the toilet, feeling a mix of adrenaline at her first orgasm and guilt at the way she had achieved it. She knew that she should try to get help for the poor girl — one of the teachers should know what to do — so she rushed out of the girl’s toilets into the corridor in search of aid.
Luna ran down the corridor, turning a corner only to slam into Hermione Granger. Luna’s face ended up buried between Hermione’s enhanced breasts, and it took her a second to catch her wits and extract herself
from her friend. Luna looked at her friend, once again perplexed by the changes that had come over the strait-laced girl in recent weeks. There she was, her boobs falling out of her top, her shaved kitty on display, and long stockings that were soiled by what looked like drying sperm. Luna wanted to support her friends in everything, but could not help but worry that Hermione was walking a dangerous path into “a bad reputation”.
But still, she was a friend, someone who could help Padma.
“Hermione!” Luna said. “You’ve got to come quick! I saw Padma being attacked by tentacles in the toilets and I don’t know how to help!”
“Ooh, that sounds scary,” said Hermione, although Luna didn’t think she looked scared. The slutty girl was almost smirking. “I’ve heard of something like this happening before, and I know just what to do. I’ve got something in the Room of Requirement that will do just the job. Come with me.”
Hermione swiftly turned on her platform heels and marched along the corridor away from Luna. The poor blond couldn’t imagine what Hermione could have stored away to help with tentacle attacks, but trusted
that her friend knew what she was talking about. She followed in Hermione’s wake, unable to stop herself staring at her friend’s perfect swaying butt as they walked.
Hermione reached the Room of Requirement and slipped through the door. Luna followed, and froze when she registered the room’s contents. All manner of clearly sexual devices and objects filled the space, which was dominated by a large bed at the back. She couldn’t see Hermione, though …
“Petrificus Totalus!” cried Hermione from behind Luna.
Luna felt her body seize up immediately, and she toppled backwards into the waiting arms of her attacker. Hermione quickly slammed the door shut
and dragged Luna towards the bed, roughly throwing the paralyzed girl onto the soft bed sheets before climbing up to join her. Hermione straddled the
innocent schoolgirl and began grinding her naked pussy on Luna’s stiff body.
“Poor little Loony Luna,” said Hermione with a giggle, staring down at her trapped victim. “Got all scared of a little tentacle rape, did she? Ran away into the helpful arms of her trusted friend, goody goody Hermione
Granger. Of course.”
Hermione lowered her face to Luna’s and slowly licked the terrified girl from chin to forehead. She laughed again at Luna’s disgusted expression and ripped the girl’s blouse open, sending buttons flying and exposing her bra-clad titties, which were quickly freed when Hermione used her wand to cut away the plain white bra. Hermione massaged Luna’s tiny breasts as she leaned into her face again.
“Well guess what, Loony?” she said, locking eyes from inches away. “Your friend is dead. Goody Granger no longer exists. I’m Hermione the Whore. I’m nothing but a fucktoy for men to masturbate with. And I’ve made it my mission to turn every pure little girly in this school into a cumdump like me. And guess what, Loony Luna? You’re next!”
Luna could do nothing but whimper as Hermione wiggled lower down her body until the slutty girl’s face was level with Luna’s crotch. Hermione flipped Luna’s skirt up to expose her still-damp panties and laughed scornfully at the sight.
“Ooh, look! Little Love-good got all wet,” she said. “Perhaps you’re not so pure after all, if seeing your friend getting raped by a monster turns you on? I bet you didn’t run for help straight away. I bet you watched, and played with your tight little cunt until you came. Did you, little Luna? Did get off watching your friend’s brutal tentacle-rape?”
Luna couldn’t hide her blush or look of shame, and Hermione picked up on her unspoken response.
“Oh, you dirty little bitch,” she said. “Perhaps this will be easier than I thought!”
Hermione picked up her wand and touched Luna’s panties, causing them to vanish. Luna would have jumped from the sudden coldness on her pussy if she was able to move an inch. Hermione forced her victim’s
legs open and gave her virgin pussy a few long, slow licks. Luna could feel her pussy getting wet despite the horrible situation she was in. Hermione was really good with her tongue, and Luna’s inexperienced pussy was unused to such treatment. She moaned through her frozen mouth. After some minutes of licking, Hermione rose from Luna’s slick pussy.
“You know, this is less fun if you’re not resisting,” she said, clearly thinking over her options. “Ooh, I know! Incarcerous!”
Thick ropes shot from Hermione’s wand and bound Luna to the posts of the bed. Her legs and arms were stretched wide, leaving her juicy pussy open and defenseless. Hermione muttered a counterspell and Luna felt her body return to her control. She immediately started to struggle against her bonds, but it was no use - she was still trapped and helpless.
“That’s much better,” said Hermione. “Now then, it’s
time for me to rape away your virginity. You can't very well be the school cumdump if you still have your cherry, can you?”
“B-but--,” whimpered Luna. “How can you make love with me without a-a-…”
“Three things, you stupid bitch. First, we are not going to ‘make love’. I am going to fuck you, to use your holes to get me off. I’m going to rape you, sweetie. Second, it’s called a cock. Or a dick. Or a fuckstick. Or many other wonderful names that you will become very
familiar with as all the boys shove theirs inside you. And third, I have a little spell to help me out."
Hermione took her wand again and tapped it to her crotch. Luna watched with a mix of horror and fascination as a bulge grew above Hermione’s
hairless pussy. The bulge rapidly lengthened and thickened, and within seconds Hermione was proudly sporting a foot long, worryingly thick penis. Hermione smirked and grasped her new weapon, stroking up and down. Already the head was beginning to leak pre-cum, some of which dripped onto Luna’s flat belly. For a sheltered girl who had never seen a penis before,
this was an intimidating sight.
“Alright, my little rapedoll,” Hermione said, fisting her cock as she lined it up with Luna’s tight snatch. “I’m gonna do two things with this monster. First, I’m going to stretch out your pathetic pussy to prepare it for the baby I’ll be fucking into your womb.”
Luna whimpered, first at the thought of being raped and impregnated by a girl’s rapebaby and then at the sensation of her pussy lips stretching as Hermione forced her thick cockhead inside her entrance. Hermione paused then, as if she was letting Luna get used to the huge invader, but it became clear that her rapist simply wanted to change position as she leaned
forward again into a missionary position. It would almost be romantic if it was consensual, and Hermione clearly thought so too as she captured Luna’ s lips with her own, kissing her firmly even as her cock poised ready to enter the girl’s most sacred place.
Luna couldn’t help but respond to the kiss as she closed her eyes and tried to imagine that a cute boy like Harry was about to take her virginity, instead of this whorish rapist. Hermione slipped her tongue inside Luna’s mouth and the bound girl responded automatically, their tongues writhing against each other, back and forth between their mouths. It was Luna’s first kiss, and she resolved to make it a good one, even under such horrible circumstances.
Luna gasped into Hermione’s mouth as the dickgirl slowly started to sink her fuckstick into the virgin’s tight tunnel. The gasp turned into a moan as inch after inch penetrated the untouched cunt. Hermione reached Luna’s hymen and didn’t even pause, relentless in her
drive to reach her victim’s womb. After what felt to Luna like hours, Hermione bottomed out inside her, their hips mashed together as Hermione’s cockhead pushed against her cervix. Only then did Hermione break their kiss to look down at the no-longer-virgin.
“This is what being fucked feels like, little girl,” she said, starting to slowly pump the still incredibly tight pussy. “Get used to it, as this will be your life from now on. Cock after cock, filling your pregnant pussy with so much cum that our daughter will be born addicted to
it. Cocks ready to knock you up again the second you squirt out the slut-in-training. They’ll rape your perfect asshole as well, shooting so much seed in your guts that it’ll reach your stomach. You’ll be airtight, a cock in every hole, for the rest of your very short life.”
Hermione paused briefly to give Luna another scorching kiss before pulling back again, licking her lips.
“And you know the best part?” she said. “The best part is that you will love every second of it. Your brain will think of nothing but cocks, cunts and cum. You’re going to be the dumbest bimbo cumdump this school has ever seen, and I am going to do it to you. Because the second thing I’ll do with this wonderful cock is shove it inside your head and literally fuck your brains out. Everything you are, everything that makes you a thinking, independent human will be gone forever, leaving you as stupid fuckmeat, barely more than a fleshlight for men to cum into. By the time I’m done, you’ll BEG a man to rape you up the ass with a knife while you and your daughter suck his dog’s cock in a crowded restaurant. Isn’t that exciting!?”
Luna was shaking her head, tears rolling down her cheeks at the nightmarish prospect of having her mind ruined. Hermione laughed and licked Luna’s face, literally drinking her tears.
“Why are you doing this to me?” sobbed Luna. “We’re friends! What did I do to deserve this?”
“Oh? You didn’t do anything apart from being born with a cunt,” said Hermione. “I’m doing this because women are worthless unless they have a cock in them. My task won’t be complete until all the bitches in this school realize that they are nothing more than cumtoilets and fuckmeat, worthy only to die for a man’s amusement. And if I’m going to make a bimbo snuffdoll, I might as well pick a blonde, right? Now brace yourself, honey. I’m about to rape a baby into you.”
Luna screamed as Hermione stopped her leisurely thrusting and started jackhammering into her tiny, unprepared cunt. Hermione quickly sealed of her mouth with a kiss, but Luna kept screaming down Hermione’s throat. The pain was incredible, but mixed with it was pleasure which rapidly built until Luna realized with shame that she was about to have another orgasm. She tried to resist, but Hermione’s relentless cock was too much for the inexperienced girl and she felt her pussy spasm around the raping shaft inside her.
Hermione had clearly been waiting for this as she bottomed out in Luna’s twitching pussy and began shooting thick ropes of sperm straight into the virgin’s womb. Spurt after spurt came out of her mighty cock
until Luna’s belly started to swell as her womb stretched to accommodate the mass of baby juice. After minutes of climax, the flood ceased and Hermione withdrew. Cum started bubbling out of Luna’s aching, overfull pussy but Hermione quickly took her wand and tapped the girl’s entrance, creating a magical seal around her womb to keep her seed inside the mom-to-be.
“There, that’s you good and pregged. Get used to that feeling, little snuff-slut, because I’m going to keep your dumb cunt knocked up for as long as you live. Not that I expect that to be very long, of course.”
Hermione waved her wand and the ropes binding Luna to the bed shifted themselves, dragging the sobbing girl into a new kneeling position on the bed. Her hands were stretched above her and her legs still spread, her
pleated skirt now fallen to cover her violated pussy. Luna thrashed again against her bonds, but it was no use: the ropes had her. Luna’s eyes widened as Hermione tapped her wand against her cock, bringing it back to its full, hard length. She tapped it again and muttered something that made her cock seem to shimmer for a second.
“I’d let you drink my piss, but we’re in a hurry. Now for the main event,” said Hermione, standing up on the bed next to Luna and positioning her hard shaft next to the girl’s ear. “I’m going to rape your brains out, little girl.”
“Please, oh god! Hermione, don’t do this, I’m begging you,” screamed Luna as Hermione placed her cockhead against the little blonde bitch’s ear. “I’ll do anything!”
“Yes, you WILL do anything,” said Hermione. “That’s entirely the point: you won’t have a choice. Now say goodbye to your thoughts, Loony Luna. They were stupid and pathetic, certainly … but not stupid and pathetic enough, I’m afraid.”
Hermione pushed her cock forward into Luna’s ear canal, the magic opening up a direct passage to her brain. It felt incredible: warm and electric and tighter than any pussy or asshole she had ever known. Luna
cried out as Hermione’s thick shaft penetrated her brain. Hermione was at first unsure if Luna was screaming in pleasure or pain — and, to be honest, didn’t much care — but the sudden spray of girl-cum onto the sheets below soon solved that mystery. Laughing, Hermione paused with her cock halfway into Luna’s head, as she estimated that her cockhead was right between Luna’s eyes.
“How does that feel, slut?” she said, holding position.
“Oh -- God -- Hermione --hnngh” muttered Luna, breathing hard as she spoke. “That feels … incredible! My whole body is on fire! You’ve got to stop? Please?”
“Not a chance, cunt,” said Hermione, drawing back her cock until it was almost free before pushing it back in and pausing again. Luna moaned as the shaft slid in.
“Can you feel it?” asked Hermione, beginning to pump slowly. “Can you feel your mind slipping away?”
“M-my thoughts … a-are getting fuzzy,” said Luna, panting and squirming as she was mind fucked. “My memories are … are h-hard to focus on? Please,
please stop -- I don’t want to be stupid!”
“Well, I want you to be a stupid, happy, bimbo whore,” said Hermione as she pulled back again and waited. “So stop your whining and try to enjoy me fucking away all your worries.”
Hermione decided it was time to kick things up a notch. She grasped Luna’s head with both hands and thrust in as far as she could go. The wonderful tightness of Luna’s head enveloped her shaft until suddenly she felt cool air on her cockhead again. Looking down, she was amazed to see several inches of her cock extending from Luna’s other ear. She reached out and touched the tip of her rod, as if testing that it was hers. The jolt of pleasure she received confirmed it: she had fucked right through Luna’s brain.
“Hehe, that tickles,” said Luna, snapping Hermione out of her wonder. “Can you keep doing that? I like that. It makes me feel good in my kitty.”
Hermione grinned as the effects of the brainfucking became more pronounced. She began thrusting more rapidly into Luna’s head, making sure to completely penetrate her with each inward thrust. Luna began to
moan again as the magical pleasure built up inside her, even as she felt the small thinking part of her mind screaming as it shrunk away.
Hermione felt a strange cold sensation on her thighs, and looked down to see a silvery liquid splashing from Luna’s ear with each thrust.
Checking the other ear, she saw more of the strange substance dribbling down the girl’s cheek. At first she thought it was some strange precum from her magical shaft but then she remembered the Pensieve and
realized - these were Luna’s thoughts! They were literally leaking from her ears as they were fucked out of her brain. Hermione briefly considered finding a container to store them but then decided it would be better for them to just drain away, staining the bed with brains along with all the other sexual juices from this little encounter.
“Luna feels good!” squealed the dumb fuckdoll. “Luna is cumming! Luna loves your cock, Daddy!”
Luna squirted again, adding to those sexual juices, and Hermione decided that this was enough for now: her own orgasm was building and she had to make a choice. She briefly considered thrusting straight through and cumming out of Luna’s ear, as the visual alone would be worth it … and Luna now seemed plenty fucking dumb.
In the end, though, the temptation to further erase the little bimbo’s mind with a blast of cum proved too much.
“Hold on, stupid bitch,” she said, once again positioning her dick centrally in Luna’s brain as she began stroking the exposed part of her shaft. “I’m going to fill your brain with so much cum that you
won’t even remember your own name.”
Luna giggled as the last vestiges of her old self cried out within her. Hermione groaned and came, her earlier orgasm doing nothing to reduce the size of her magically-enhanced load. Luna’s head was soon saturated with cum, which soon tried to escape by every exit. Semen blasted from both of her ears, dribbling down her cheeks and smearing over her face. It sprayed from both nostrils, and — as she cried out in her third brainfucked orgasm — Hermione’s seed backed up her throat and flowed over her lips: dripping down her chin onto her exposed body.
If either girl was in a position to notice, they would have seen streaks of silver mixed with this cum: the very last thoughts of Luna Lovegood washed away in a tide of hot, sticky semen.
Hermione finally stopped cumming and withdrew with a wet slurping sound from Luna’s head, releasing another spurt of cum from the little slut’s now-free ear canal. She waved her wand, dispelling both her dick and the ropes holding Luna up. The still-moaning blonde bimbo dropped to the bed, her tiny hand immediately reaching towards her raped-open sex to play with her clit and toy at her dripping fuckhole.
“Now then,” Hermione said, stroking Luna’s cum-matted hair as she lay in the bed next to the wasted whore. “Are you going to be my good little pregnant bimbo slut?”
Luna — if she even could be called “Luna” anymore — nodded frantically as she jammed a finger up her own ass, purring like a kitten.
“Excellent,” said Hermione, idly playing with one of Luna’s perky nipples. “Then I know just what to do with you next.”
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