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Daphne's Slave Jasmine Potter	By : AbbyChan Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 35446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor make any money this story is just for fun.

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Walking back to the dorm room, I was still a little wound up from not only the lack of sex. But I also had to wait the extra day before I was able to take Jasmine’s first time. Just one more day, I kept telling myself. I still had not decided what type of piercings I wanted to get on Jasmine. The ring was always a nice one, but I was thinking of something to match her collar. Part of me thought just to get the nipples done and leave it at that belly and clit I could have done at a later date, if at all.

I didn’t want to push her too much too soon. After all, it should be built up slowly. I also thought that I really needed to start on training for her as well, or Astoria would eat her up for breakfast. Not that I would allow any harm to come to her. Some spankings sure actual damage, not a chance. Walking to the entrance, I gave the password, which opened to the common room.

I looked around and didn’t see Tracey anywhere, which was strange. She didn’t often spend a lot of time in our room. Ignoring everyone, I went to my room only to find it empty. My eye started to twitch; clearly, my sister had ‘borrowed’ my slave again.

Walking over to where her room was located, I opened the door. There was no point knocking. She would be too preoccupied to notice I had tried that many times before. Walking into what was not an uncommon sight during summer when Astoria had much more access to Tracey.

My slave was on the floor on her hands and knees with her arms and legs tied up with rope, so she had to crawl around. She had a pair of dog ears headband on her head. I was sure if Astoria could actually make her have real dog ears, she would.

My slave’s body was covered in a full-body rope harness that really accentuated her breasts and pussy. If there was one thing I was jealous about was my sisters’ skill with rope bondage. Even after my trip to Japan, I was nowhere as good as Astoria, which annoyed me to no end. My slave was facing Astoria, which gave me a good view of the dog tail plug Astoria had inserted into her.

My slave looked towards me when I opened the door. Upon seeing it was me, she crawled over to me and started rubbing her head on my leg.

“WOOF WOOF”, Tracey barked out with a bright red face, no doubt from lust given the state of her thighs covered in her own juices.

I patted her on her head before looking at my sister. Even though she was younger than me at only fourteen years old, the same age as Jasmine, her body had filled out very well. Astoria was wearing her favourite outfit. It was a leather corset that showed off her body perfectly.

It covered her breasts while still showing them off and hugged her hips perfectly. Under that, she was wearing a black garter belt with some black fishnet stockings and some thigh-high leather heels.

Daphne could understand why her sister liked to wear it. Not only did it looked terrific, but it also gave an appearance of sexy while still in charge vibe. Daphne didn’t wear anything like that very often unless for planned events, or if Astoria asked her when they played with Tracey at the same time; otherwise, she was just in her bra and panties or sometimes a fishnet bodysuit she had a few of them in different colours and really liked them and how they looked on her.

She walked over and sat on the bed, knowing Astoria would refuse to stop her playtime halfway through. She watched as her sister walked to Tracey, who let out what she would guess is an apologetic yip out. Which didn’t seem to affect Astoria, but she knows that her sister was a very strict dominant and Tracey had undoubtedly been given an order she disobeyed. She did enjoy watching her sister being a dom. It always managed to get her going, so Daphne started to strip down to her underwear.

Daphne watched as Astoria got to where Tracey had crawled to before grabbing her leash and leading her back to the middle of the room so Daphne could get a good view. Astoria walked over to the table, picked up a crop, walked back to stand infrount of Tracey, and lifted her head with the crop under her chin.

“That was a very naughty slave. And naughty slaves need to be disciplined,” Astoria told Tracey even though we all know that Tracey likes to be spanked and whipped. Astoria brought the crop down with a decent amount of force onto Tracey’s rear end, causing red welts to farm a few seconds later.

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

SLAP!

Four times she brought it down, and Tracey had red welts each time. It may have seemed too rough, but given how Tracey was panting and rubbing her legs together, I knew that she had enjoyed every hit of the crop.

“WOOF”, Tracey panted out. I couldn’t wait to see Jasmine like this.

Astoria placed her foot in front of Tracey. “Lick my boot clean”, she ordered, and Tracey wasted no time clearing the boot clean. Not that it was dirty in the first place.

“Sister, I didn’t think we were meeting till tomorrow?” Astoria asked Daphne.

“Well, someone stole my slave”, Daphne replied, raising her eyebrow.

“Stole is a strong word; I am just borrowing her. I don’t have my own slave,” Astoria grumbled out.

“You should be glad I don’t give your a spanking little sister”, I teased her. She knew that I wouldn’t ever punish her for anything.

“WOOF WOOF”, Tracey barked out, making Astoria glare at her, causing Tracey to look away.

“See, your salve needs far more discipline,” Astoria said gleefully.

“Now now she is just playing the part of a good dog,” I told her.

“Slave on the bed now your mistress needs some attention”, Astoria ordered her while walking over to her toy chest and started looking through no doubt for something to fuck Tracey with. I watched as Tracey tried to jump up on the bed but settled for crawling up. After all, she could jump like a dog.

Tracey crawled over to me with her rear end still hovering at the edge of the bed before resting her head in between my legs and against my thigh. I stroked my hand throughout her hair and down her cheek.

“You know you just made her angry. She will just be a lot rougher,” I told her as I stroked her.

“Woof, Woof”, Tracey barked out with a smile on her face making me roll my eyes as she started to lick my thighs.

“You won’t be smiling if she gets the Centaur or dragon dildo out now, will you” I teased her. I saw her take a nervous look over to Astoria. “Don’t worry if she does, I will make sure she doesn’t use your ass”, I assured her, making her take an audible gulp. I saw that Astoria had found what she was looking for, and while the dildo was on the large side at 11 inches, it was nothing like the 21 inches of the Centaur or the rough and spiky dragon dildo if Astoria ever does get her own slave she best be a hardcore masochist.

Reaching down, I pulled my panties off and removed my bar and shifted closer to Tracey so Astoria could still get a good grip on Tracey. Astoria walked behind her with the strapon attached and gave her backside a good slap causing Tracey to moan in pleasure.

Grabbing her head, I directed her to my pussy, knowing Tracey can be really loud once Astoria got going and laid back to enjoy myself. I knew the moment that Astoria and penetrated her as I could feel Tracey moan and even felt Tracey be pushed against me by the force. I kept my hands in her hair, keeping her on me, or she would no doubt be too busy moaning to pleasure me.

I could hear the slapping of Astoria fucking Tracey, which helped my pleasure more than seeing it. The sound let me paint and picture in my mind. In this case, I was imagining Jasmine tied up and being fucked by Astoria, Hestia, Flora and me one after another. Making me push my pussy harder against Tracey and rub myself against her.
“That’s a good slave. Your mistress seems to be enjoying yourself herself” I heard Astoria praise Tracey before giving her another spank on her butt. “Oh, your mistress likes it when you moan, I see.”

Astoria started to fuck Tracey much harder, making her moan as I rubbed my hands through her hair while looking down at her in the eyes and smiling at her.

“Astoria stop a minute,” I told her, making her pull out, causing Tracey to make a sad whine in protest. I vanished the rope on her arms and legs before flipping her around and climbing on top of her face.

“Sorry, this is much better. You can fuck her again,” I said, looking over my shoulder and watched as Astoria walked up and placed Tracey’s legs on her shoulder and slammed the strapon into her in one swift move. And felt Tracey squeal in pleasure underneath me, making me shiver in delight.

I saw Astoria start to thrust in and out of her; it was sexy to watch the dildo disappear into Tracey. I started to ride Traceys face smearing my juices over her face, something I found to be sexy. She was bringing me closer to my peak. Then again, Astoria was doing most of the work by making Tracey moan so much. Such a good sister.

I reached and grabbed my wand and cast the vibration charm, the one charm that every witch knows how to cast without a doubt. I placed it on my clit, making me stiffen up as I could feel Tracey’s tongue wriggle around inside me.

I felt Astoria’s arms wrap around me and make me lean back against her letting Tracey get a better angle. Astoria started to play with my boobs giving them soft and loving squeezes, making me moan.

“Hmm, right there, Tracey.” I moaned out.

I felt Astoria pinch my nipples.

“Thank you as well, Astoria”, I whispered to her as she went back to fondling my breasts.

I could feel my orgasm building. Astoria really did have magic fingers, and my breasts had always been my weak point.

“Are you going to cum, sis?” Astoria whispered to me.

“Why are you jealous?” I asked back. I could feel Tracey start to finger me trying to get me to cum quicker. Astoria was still playing with my breasts and started to pulls and squeezed them a bit rougher than before.

“I… I am going,” I panted out.

“Shh, just cum when you want”, Astoria whispered before softly nibbling and biting my neck.

“I… I am cumming!!!” I moaned out, covering Traceys face in my juices as I did and clamping my legs around her face. Astoria continued to hug and play with my breasts. As I spasmed in her embrace, I stayed like that for a few minutes till I got my breath back.
Taking a few deep breaths, I rolled off Tracey, took my wand back, and stopped the vibration charm. Looking at Tracey, I could see my fluids had covered and smeared over her face and chest. I crawled up to her and deeply kissed her tasting my own juices on her tongue, which had a sweet taste thanks to a relatively new potion.
I stopped kissing her, sat up with our saliva still connected, and started to lick my juices off her face as Astoria began to fuck her with a lot more passion, no doubt enjoying the show the pervert.
After licking up most of the juices, I tuned around and kissed my sister, letting her tongue roam in my mouth so she could taste my juices as well. I felt her give a throaty moan before pulling away. I sat up and rolled off the bed before going to the second bed and snuggling up in it. I knew Astoria would spend the next few hours fucking Tracey in every which way and position, and I was too tired to help her.
I gave a wave of my wand and placed a silencing charm over them both, and drifted off to sleep excited for the day after tomorrow for when I could have Jasmine properly.
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