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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 272932 -:- Recommendations : 15 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Chapter 21: Party Favors (Pt. 1)

At seven fifty-eight, Harry and Hermione stood outside the door to the Room of Requirement. A note from Cormac had instructed them on what to wear, and, under their robes, they were fully attired. Both of them wore masks — red for Harry and gold for Hermione — a vestigial shirt, tied to expose the midriff, a short Gryffindor tie, black mini skirts, red panties emblazoned with the Gryffindor lion, thigh-high socks striped in scarlet and gold, and black stiletto heels. Harry wore his chastity cage — gold for the evening — and they both wore gold butt plugs capped with a red gem. Hermione’s hair was in pigtails for the evening.

At the door they knocked and then knelt on the flagstones. Cormac opened the door and beamed down at them.

“We’re going to have some fun tonight, sluts,” he said. “I’ve invited all the Slytherins and a few others. You two are going to spend the night servicing your betters. When you leave in the morning, the spell will be lifted, and you’ll be able to cum again, but for tonight, you won’t even get it from your ass. You either, Potter. Tonight is about you giving pleasure.

“Now…last thing. I don’t give a fuck about your reputations. The whole school can know that you’re a slut and her cucked little sissy for all I care. But I have a reputation to keep, and I don’t need McGonogall up my ass for having a little fun here and there. If it was just Blaise, Flint, and Tracy, I wouldn’t bother with any precautions, but some of them are too stupid to keep their mouths shut, so everyone but you two, Neville, Blaise, and me is getting obliviated when they leave the room. The spell’s already set up: Sinistra put it in place. Now follow me.”

He turned on his heel and marched into the room, with Harry and Hermione right behind him. The door opened into a dark alcove that widened into a large, mostly open space. Cocktail tables, banquettes, sofas, and armchairs dotted the floor, all circled around a large leather cushion — about the size of two king beds — raised in the center of the room. House elves circulated with trays of drinks and snacks. There were at least forty people in the room: nearly all of the upper year Slytherin students, as well as Neville, Zacharius Smith, Ernie MacMillan, a number of upper year Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws.

There were far more girls than Harry would have expected, though filling two distinct roles. The Patils trailed behind Neville on golden leashes, and a number of others — Cho Chang, Professor Sinistra, and some girls Harry didn’t recognize — wearing a variety of fetish garb. Other girls — Susan Bones, Daphne Greengrass, Tracy Davis, Katie Bell — sauntered through the room with the same commanding air as most of the men present, dressed for the moment in formal finery.

Harry and Hermione stood to either side of Cormac as he clapped his hands, drawing silence and attention from everyone in the room.

“Our main entertainment is here!” He called. “Let’s give a warm welcome to Harry Potter and Hermione Granger!”

He reached up and tugged off their masks and then their robes, before pushing them to their knees. The room irrupted in laughs, cheers, jeers, taunts, and whistles. Cormac raised his hands for silence.

“Granger here has been my slut since before Christmas, and Potter is a sissy cuck willing to serve anyone and everyone. They’ve both been employed in one of my glory holes, so chances are, you’ve already sampled their wares. Granger here,” he placed a hand on her head, “decided to hex me during quidditch tryouts, and Potter helped her hide it. As punishment, she hasn’t been able to cum except from anal in over a week, and neither of them will be able to cum at all tonight…show them your dick, Potter.”

Cheeks burning with humiliation, and knowing that if it wasn’t caged his cock would be impossibly hard, Harry lifted his skirt and pulled his panties aside to reveal his cock, eliciting more laughter from the crowd.

“To complete their punishments, they are here to serve you in any way for as long as you like. When you walk out that door, though, you’ll forget all the details of tonight. You’ll remember getting your rocks off with a couple of masked subs, but not who they were or who else was here. Now: have some fun!”

Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Daphne, Tracy, and Flint were the first to step forward.

“Come here, mudblood,” ordered Draco. “And you, Potter.”

They obeyed, crawling towards the sextet of Slytherins in the center of the room. An audience quickly formed around them. Cormac took one of the large armchairs, pulling Susan into his lap. Neville and Blaise had settled on a couch with Katie Bell, and were already being serviced by Professor Sinistra and the Patils.

Malfoy drew out his cock.

“Ask if you can suck my cock.”

“May this unworthy mudblood suck your cock, Master?” Asked Hermione.

“Can I suck your cock, Lord Malfoy?” Asked Harry in near perfect unison.

“You can suck my cock, Potter. Mudblood: you’re only worthy to lick my ass.”

Red-faced, Hermione knelt behind Malfoy, spread his cheeks and began to lick his ass worshipfully, while Harry took his rival’s cock in his mouth. All around them, their audience chuckled. After a few moments, Malfoy turned and thrust his cock into Hermione’s mouth, thrusting quickly and deeply. Her expert skills kept her from gagging and choking too much, but she still made satisfying gurgling noises. Malfoy used his free hand to pull Harry’s face into his ass.

For the next several minutes, he alternated between fucking one of their mouths or the other. The immediate onlookers had all stripped and were masturbating slowly.

“I think I’ll take that pussy now, Granger,” drawled Malfoy, wiping his slimy cock on Harry’s tie. “Potter, beg me to fuck your girlfriend. Beg me to grace her filthy mudblood pussy with my cock.”

“Please Lord Malfoy. Please fuck Hermione’s unworthy pussy with your pureblood cock. Please fill her with your noble seed.”

“Why can’t you do it, Potter? If the bitch needs fucking, why can’t you do it?”

“My cock is too small, Master. I can’t satisfy her. I need a real man to do it for me.”

“I don’t care about satisfying a mudblood. But your begging is satisfactory. Whore: on your back. Potter, hold her legs back. And mudblood,” he added, as he flipped up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side, “be sure to tell your boyfriend exactly what it feels like.”

With that, he shoved his cock into her pussy, hammering into her with no mercy. Harry knelt behind her head, holding her ankles so that her legs spread lewdly open. Crabbe was the first of the onlookers to move, rubbing his cock against one of Hermione’s upraised feet. Goyle quickly followed, using her other foot to rub his elephantine cock. Her face was mingled ecstasy, humiliation, frustration, and joy.

“Harry! Master Draco’s cock feels so good! He’s stretching out my mudblood pussy so good! I wish I could cum! Fuck me, Master! Fuck my unworthy cunt!”

“Okay, Potter,” said Flint, standing next to Harry. “Let’s put your mouth to some use. Daphe…why don’t you hold the mudblood’s legs and let her give you a muff dive. Tracy and I can keep Potter occupied.”

Daphne straddled Hermione’s chest, spat in her face, and then lowered her pussy down onto her mouth.

“That’s it. Put that mudblood tongue up my pureblood quim. Worship your goddess! This is where you belong, slave!”

Harry was tugged away and found Flint’s cock thrust into his mouth. There was no semblance of it being a blowjob: Flint was fucking his throat for all he was worth, eliciting spluttering gags from Harry as he struggled not to puke around the intruding member. After a minute, Flint slowed, and Harry felt Tracy kneel down behind him.

“Your butt is so cute in your little panties, Potter. And your little dicklet is adorable in its tiny little cage!” She pulled his panties down to his knees and slowly worked the plug out of his ass, replacing it with first one finger, and then two, teasing his prostate slowly. Soon, she had her entire fist in his ass, and was working it deeper and deeper into his hole. He ached for release but knew it wouldn’t come.

“Look at your girlfriend, Potter,” Tracy purred teasingly, and Flint twisted Harry’s head around so he could see.

Daphne was now lying on the ground, a strapon hurried in Hermione’s ass while Draco continued to fuck her pussy. Crabbe and Goyle stood to either side of her, tugging her head back and forth between their cocks, thrusting into her throat in turns. Suddenly, she gave a gurgling scream as Draco pulled his cock out and shoved it into her ass alongside Daphne’s dildo.

Tracy pulled her arm out of Harry’s ass and tugged him away from Flint’s cock.

“Eat my asshole, Potter,” she ordered. While Harry complied, Flint replaced his fist in his upturned ass with his cock.

“Granger’s got two in the ass,” said a voice from behind him. “Let’s get two in Potter’s ass, too.”

“Sure thing, Smith,” said Flint. “I’m longer, so you get in on top, and…”

Harry groaned as a second cock slid into his ass on top on Flint’s. Zacharius Smith bent forward and wrapped his hands around Harry’s throat for purchase while the two fucked him like a pair of steam pistons. Tracy screamed in pleasure as Harry’s tongue probed her most intimate hole.

Meanwhile, Hermione’s screams had risen to a fevered pitch, and there was applause and cheers from all around. Glancing over, Harry could see that Draco and Daphne had switched to her pussy, filling it ludicrously with their two cocks. Crabbe and Goyle had cum, covering her face and hair in their thick, sticky seed, and Ernie MacMillan and two older Slytherins that Harry didn’t know were now making use of her mouth and hands.

“Please, Master!” She screamed trying to look at Cormac, who had his cock burried in Susan’s ass, “Please let me cum! I’ve learned my lesson! Let me cum! Let me cum! Please! I’ll do anyth—“ Her pleas were cut off by Ernie’s cock shoving back into her throat. Cormac and Susan both laughed.

Tracy was cumming for the third time when first Flint and then Smith roared, filling Harry's ass with their cum. When they pulled free, Smith grabbed Harry’s plug and quickly jammed it back into his hole, trapping their cum.

“Good,” called Malfoy, panting, “you’re done with Potter for the moment. Crawl over here, sissy. I want you to finish me off into your girlfriend’s ass!”

The three who had replaced Crabbe and Goyle had all finished, adding their cum to her face, hair, tits, and belly. Another boy — a Ravenclaw, Harry thought — was cumming in her throat at that moment. Panties still bunched around his knees, Harry crawled over to her. Malfoy pulled out of her cunt, and, when the other boy had wiped his cock in Hermione’s hair, flipped her over. Her panties had been torn in half at some point and were in tatters on one leg. Daphne took hold of Hermione’s butt cheeks and spread them apart, causing her asshole to gape open.

“Finish me, sissy,” ordered Draco, and Harry took hold of his cock, aimed it at Hermione’s gaping anus, and jerked it quickly up and down. With a satisfied groan, Draco began to shoot jets of cum into Hermione’s ass and down her back. “Clean me up, cuck, and then clean up your girl for the next round!”

Harry took Malfoy’s cock back into his mouth, cleaning off the last of the cum and Hermione’s juices. Next, to renewed jeers, he licked the cum out of Hermione’s asshole and lapped up the streaks that coated her back. She turned over, and he began to clean her belly, tits, and face. At the urging of the crowd, they exchanged long passionate kisses.

“We left a present in Potter’s ass, Granger,” said Zacharius. “How about you return the favor?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, already lowering herself back to the ground. Harry removed his plug and lowered his ass over Hermione’s mouth, letting the cum flow into her mouth.

“Don’t swallow, Granger,” ordered Daphne, who was sitting in Draco’s lap, lazily jerking his cock. “I want you and Potter to share it!”

To more hoots and cheers, the two obeyed, passing the cum back and forth through a deep, intimate kiss until they were drawn apart by the next batch of revelers.

This time, a large group of students circled around the two, jerking their cocks and vying for access to mouths and hands. Neville, Cormac, and Blaise joined in, as did Draco and the others from the first round. A large, double-ended dildo was summoned and jammed into first Harry’s and then Hermione’s ass and they were scooted back to back until the dildo all but vanished between them. The girls present walked around the outside of the ring of cocks, offering encouragement and occasionally stepping into the ring the slap a flogger across Hermione’s breasts or a riding crop on Harry’s balls.

“Fuck it!” Grunted one of the boys, and he stepped forward, pushing another out of the way who had been fucking Harry’s face. He stroked his cock a few more times and unleashed a torrent of cum onto Harry’s face. His cheeks burned with shame, but, if anything, his cock was even harder in its tight, metal prison, and his tongue darted out to collect some of the cum that had landed near his lips. Behind him, he heard more grunts and knew that Hermione was being glazed as well.

After they’d each received at least five loads, they were ordered to face each other and kiss. Their hands were still occupied in jerking off every available cock, but their lips locked together and their tongues explored each others’ mouths. If it hadn’t been for the near-constant rain of semen or for the occasional cock intruding to force itself into one throat or the other, they might have been alone, enjoying a romantic rendezvous.

Harry lost count of how many boys had ejaculated on him at twenty, and at least that many had cum on Hermione as well, meaning some boys were on their second orgasm. The laughter around them intensified as the last boy added a final load to the two lovers, who, without needing to be told, began lapping and sucking the cum off of each others bodies.

“Let’s give them a hand,” said Cormac, and the raised leather platform sank into the floor. While Harry and Hermione remained locked together in a passionate, cum-drenched embrace, jets of urine began to splatter off them from every direction, along with hoots of laughter and jeers.

“Drink it mudblood!”

“Like the Slytherin champagne, Potter?”

“Look at the know-it-all whore, writhing in piss like an animal!”

“Little-bitty sissy Potter!”

“Open wide, Granger…I’ve been saving this for you!”

“Ha! The Boy-Who-Drank-My-Piss!”

After a time, they were left briefly alone, as the Slyhterins and their guests refilled glasses. Parvati and Padma came over to where Harry and Hermione lay panting.

“Come with us. We’ll get you cleaned up and into your new outfits. Come on!”

Harry crawled along with Hermione behind the twins and into a side room, where they stripped out of what remained of their clothes and stood under jets of hot water. The Harry’s shock, the twins stripped as well and joined them. Padma slipped her fingers into Hermione’s pussy and nibbled at her neck, while Parvati kissed Harry’s ear.

“This is so hot!” She hissed. “I can’t wait for what’s coming next! Eat my pussy, Harry! I need it!”

Harry knelt to lick Parvati’s pussy and could see Padma and Hermione intertwined next to them on the shower floor. When both of the twins had cum, they turned off the showers and all four dried themselves off.

“Here are your next outfits!” Said Padma, giggling and holding up a pair of garment bags. Inside, they found skimpy, brightly colored garments: tube tops, metallic micro skirts, neon g-strings, and mesh body stockings. There were tassels to hang off Hermione’s nipple piercings and large hoop earrings for both of them. Harry had his magical breast forms included, with pierced nipples on them as well. Their outfits were completed with over-the-top makeup and platform heels.

“A pair of perfect, streetwalking whores!” Giggled Padma.

When they re-entered the other room they found it had changed to a Muggle strip club. Susan, Sinistra, Cho, and a few other girls were already dancing on poles, in cages, or on boys’ laps. Cormac stood behind a DJ station, and, when Harry and Hermione entered, the thumping music came to a halt with the sound of scratching vinyl, replaced by a slow, sultry bass.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” said Cormac, dramatically, “please welcome our next act to the main stage: the mudblood bimbo and her tranny lover!” The music swelled, and Hermione strutted up onto the stage. Harry knew that she could dance, and she soon had a crowd of horny, cheering boys and jealous girls crowded around her. He was far less graceful, but Hermione pulled him up onto the platform and he did his best to emulate her, earning laughs and jeers every time he slid off the pole or tripped over his heels.

“Nice rack, Potter!” Shouted a Gryffindor seventh year. “Come here and give me a tit wank! You’re not dancing well enough anyway.”

Harry stumble over to the boy, who pulled Harry into a kiss and then shoved him to his knees. Harry drew out the boys cock and took it in his mouth to lubricate him. It still occasionally astounded him how quickly he had become accustomed to servicing other men, but at this point it felt almost natural. He drew the tube top up over his shoulders and the boy leaned down to lick up between the cleft, before grabbing Harry’s nipple rings — a new sensation — and tugging Harry’s breasts around his throbbing cock.

“Hi Barry,” said Katie Bell, plopping down on the couch next to the boy. “Mind if I use the sissy’s ass while you fuck her tits?” She waggled an obscenely long strapon.

“Be my guest, Katie. Ass up, Potter!”

Harry arched his back as best he could while keeping Barry’s cock between his breasts and felt Katie crouch down behind him. The head of her strapon pressed into the ring of his anus with torturous slowness, forcing it to expand slowly in accommodation. Finally, after what seemed to be ages, she slid into place with a satisfied moan and began to fuck Harry. Even after several hours of use, Katie’s cock still stretched Harry out with agonizing pleasure. His balls ached with unspent cum and his cock felt like it might shatter its prison at any moment. After a few minutes, Barry seized Harry’s head and pulled his mouth down onto his cock as he ejaculated, sending ropes of semen straight into his stomach. Harry choked and felt some of the cum rise up the back of his throat. He gagged and spluttered and cum came sliding out of his nose. Laughing, Barry and Katie — who pulled her cock out his ass and gave it a final smack — ambled away together, leaving Harry to wipe his face on his tube top.

Commotion behind his drew his attention, and he turned to see Hermione, fully naked except for her body stocking, braced on one hand with her back arched and her crotch pointed upwards and angled towards her audience. Three boys — Blaise, Draco, and Cormac — stood around her shaking bottles of champagne, thumbs covering the open necks.

“Get over here Potter!” Shouted Daphne, shaking another bottle. Harry scrambled onto the stage. “Catch what comes out. Ready? Three! Two! One!”

Blaise upended his bottle over Hermione’s face and into her open mouth while Cormac lodged his bottle up her ass and Blaise did the same in her pussy. Daphne shoved the neck of her bottle into Harry’s ass and he felt cold fizzing liquid gurgle up his anus, filling him more completely than ever before. He also felt almost instantaneously drunk. Daphne, Cormac, and Blaise shook their bottles to get as much out as they could before removing them. Twin gushers of champagne exploded from Hermione’s holes aimed straight at Harry’s open mouth. The stream from his ass shot towards the hooting audience, who were now spraying more champagne and beer onto the pair on the stage.

More bottles of champagne were produced and the demonstration was repeated several more times both there and around the room. Parvati and Padma had attracted quite the crowd as they drank champagne from each other pussies. The novelty of the champagne enema quickly wore off and Hermione was pulled off the stage and into a crows of boys. She gyrated drunkenly among them for a few moments before one pulled her down onto his cock and the others closed in. Harry found himself on his knees next to Cho and surrounded by a group of girls — Susan, Tracy, Daphne, and two Ravenclaw girls he didn’t know. All of them were wearing strapons and they took turns fucking his and Cho’s throats. Daphne produced another double ended dildo and ordered Cho and Harry to suck separate ends.

“Kiss your ex, Potter!” She cackled. “Bet you and Chang never even kissed when you were dating? No time like the present!”

Harry and Cho both struggled their way down the dildo, eyes watering, while Tracy and Susan knelt behind them and began to fuck them.

Meanwhile, Hermione found herself pincushioned by four cocks simultaneously, with two in her ass, one in her pussy, and another in her throat. Her hands clasped another two cocks, jerking them robotically, while two other boys rubbed their cocks on her feet. Every time a cock briefly departed her mouth, she frantically begged Cormac to let her cum.

Eventually, as before Harry and Hermione found themselves in the center of a ring of masturbating boys. This time, Harry lay on his back atop a padded bench, a dildo gag in his mouth, the other end of which was buried in Hermione’s ass as she bounced up and down on it. Professor Sinistra was pounding into his ass with a massive strapon while Cho filled Hermione’s cunt with another.
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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)