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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 272934 -:- Recommendations : 15 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Chapter 22: Party Favors (Pt. 2)

Once they’d showered again, Harry and Hermione found themselves attired as French maids. Hermione’s uniform was in the classic black satin, while Harry’s was a ludicrous hot pink. His breast forms had been removed and his cage had been replaced with one matching his uniform. A thick, pink leather collar emblazoned with the word “SISSY” completed the look. Hermione’s collar read “MUDBLOOD SLUT.” This time, when they were lead back into the main room, they were accompanied by Sinistra, Cho, the Patils, and the other “serving girls,” all attired as maids. Sinistra gave them their orders and then ushered them out.

The main room had changed again, now with the subdued feel of an upscale gentleman’s club. The party-goers had re-dressed as well, with velvet smoking jackets sporting coats-of-arms, and elegant gowns being the newly favored attire. Each of the maids upon exiting the back room selected a tray bearing either a selection of cigars and fine cigarettes, goblets of wine, tumblers of brandy and whisky, small flutes of cordials, or cups of Turkish coffee. They circulated for a time through a room relatively free of debauchery. Here and there a hand reached up to squeeze a bottom or fondle a breast, but most of the purebloods were clearly taking the opportunity to recuperate and enjoy their beverages.

Harry and Hermione circulated as a pair, Harry with a tray of drinks and Hermione with one of cigars. A raised hand brought them to Blaise, who was sitting with an arm around Daphne Greengrass.

“Something to drink, Master? Mistress?” Asked Harry, giving the best curtsy he could with one hand occupied. Daphne took a glass of cordial and Blaise selected some brandy.

“I’ll take a cigar, too, Granger,” he said, selecting one off the tray an giving it a sniff. “Nice, but it’s missing a little something. Harry: pull her panties aside…I think a little “essence of Hermione” is what this needs.”

Harry blushed and pulled Hermione’s panties aside. Blaise took the fat stubby cigar and slid it into Hermione’s cunt, coating it with her juices.

“Be a dear and light this for me, Sissy,” he said to Harry, who complied.

“Will there be anything else, Master?” Asked Hermione.

“Yes there will,” said Blaise, freeing his cock from his trousers. “You can suck on this for a while.”

Hermione set her tray aside and got down to her knees. She began slowly and tenderly worshipping Blaise’s cock with slow licks up and down its entire length, and deep swallows. Daphne snapped her fingers at Harry, pointing at the ground by her feet. She kicked off one of her heels and Harry began to lick and suckle her feet, gagging when she shoved all five toes into his mouth at once.

Soft gagging sounds came from beside him as Hermione took more and more of Blaise’s cock into her mouth. Daphne took hold of his hair and drew him up under her dress towards her pussy, where he began to lick, kiss, and nibble, utilizing all of his now considerable expertise in the area.

“Why don’t you two lovebirds finger each other,” suggested Daphne, her voice breathy and panting heavily.

Harry eagerly felt his way into Hermione’s knickers, sinking two fingers into her tight wet cunt, with Hermione did the same with his asshole wriggling her fingers against his prostate.

“How wet is she?” Asked Blaise a few moments later.

“She’s very wet, sir,” answered Harry, his voice somewhat muffled by Daphne’s muff.

“Good. Up on the cock, Granger.”

“Yes, Master!”

As Hermione started to bounce up and down in Blaise’s lap, Daphne summoned a strapon dildo and handed it to Harry.

“Put this on and fuck me, Potter. It’s modeled on Blaise’s cock, so I’ll actually feel it, unlike your little clit.”

Harry pulled the harness on clumsily and cinched it around his waist. The base of the dildo rested directly won top of his tiny caged dick. Daphne pulled her skirt up and spread her legs. Harry pressed the dildo into her folds, slowly sliding into her tight, blonde-haired quim.

It was an odd sensation: he could tell from the resistance that her pussy was tight, and he could see how wet it was, but all he felt was the pressure on his cock from the dildo. Daphne seemed to be enjoying it though…or so he thought.

“Harder, Potter!” She growled. “Harder!”

Harry thrust harder and harder, doing his best to comply with her demands.

“Come on, Potter!” She shouted, attracting amused attention from elsewhere in the room. “I give you a dick like a god, and you still can’t please a woman? How fucking pathetic are you?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he panted, still trying in vain to muster up the animal ferocity she clearly required.

“Fuck your apologies: get on your back. I’ll do it myself!”

Harry found himself flung backwards onto a short table and his legs bent up towards his head, which dangled over the opposite edge. Daphne jammed the dildo into herself and began thrusting as if she was the one fucking him. She tore open the front of his maid’s uniform so she could pinch and twist his nipples while she continued to slam her thighs into his.

“See! Like this! This is how a man should fuck! Not your weak little thrashing about. It’s a good thing you don’t have a real cock, Potter: it’d be wasted on you! Now someone get over here and do something about his fucking mouth!”

Roger Davies, who had previously been focusing most of his attention on Cho and Professor Sinistra, wandered over, his long, thin cock swinging between his legs.

“I like you in pink, Potter,” he said before thrusting his cock into Harry’s mouth, fucking his throat as hard as Daphne was using his other end. He felt his hands being taken hold of and guided to additional cocks on either side of him. Judging by the girth, one of them belonged to either Crabbe or Goyle.

“Budge up, Blaise,” came Draco’s drawl. “Cormac: take the mudblood’s ass. I want her mouth.”

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Another two hours later, Harry and Hermione were kissing passionately underneath the spray of the showers in the anteroom. The third round had been a marathon: far more intimate and less messy than the previous sessions, but had been exhausting. Hermione had been passed from group to group — with Harry being called over to clean her up in between — and had sucked at least twenty cocks, been fucked in every combination imaginable, often in positions that required her to do all the work; whether it was simple a simple cowgirl with Zacharius Smith or when she had been made to ride Crabbe and Goyle simultaneously, with both of their cocks stretching her asshole to comic proportions. She’d finished the session by deep-throating Neville’s cock while Malfoy fucked her ass again.

In addition to his duties as fluffed and cleaner, Harry had largely been used by the female revelers. When Daphne had finished with him the first time, she had affixed a dildo gag to his face — one end lodged a firm six inches into his throat — and sent him around to room to pleasure anyone in desire of pleasure. He’d also been obliged to kneel beside Daphne with a new gag in his mouth to hold her glass while she masturbated to the sight of Hermione being fucked by Marcus Flint, who was alternating between her pussy and ass at lightning speed. The session ended for Harry with him sandwiched between Sinistra, Parvati, and Padma, with two strapons in his ass and another in his mouth, while the three women were fucked and cum on by a circle of cheering boys.

Harry cupped Hermione’s pussy, teasing her clit gently. Miraculously, when he dipped a finger inside, she felt just as tight as she had when the night had begun.

“I think we’re almost done, Hermione,” he said. She rested her head on his shoulder.

“I hope so,” she said. “I need to cum so badly. This could go on forever if I could cum, but even just knowing that it’ll happen soon makes this all feel like the most delicious foreplay. Let’s get back out there, shall we?”

They knew that the crowd was somewhat diminished by this point, but Cormac had assured them that the best — or worst — was yet to come. Their final outfits waited for them along with a woman who had not been present when the evening began: she was short and thin, with a mostly shaved head of bright purple hair, and was covered in tattoos and piercings. She wore high-heeled combat boots, ripped fishnet stockings, a short jean skirt, and a Weird Sisters tee shirt that had been artfully ripped. Hermione recognized her and bowed at once.

“Good evening, Madame Noir,” she said, humbly. Harry followed suit. The woman grunted.

“Let’s not keep them waiting, slaves,” she ordered, and waved her wand at the piles by the door.

Hermione found herself in a black leather corset, cinched very tight at the waist and which stopped well short of her breasts, black thigh-high stockings with silver and green trim, and green and silver high-heeled ballet boots. Cuffs of green leather adorned wrists and ankles, and a matching collar encircled her neck. Madame Noir added the finishing touches: a large spider gag and a curious contraption which began as two metal hooks in her nostrils secured via a leather strap to a long metal hook inserted into her ass.

Next, Noir turned her attention to Harry.

“The famous Harry Potter,” she mused. “I’m going to enjoy this. Are you ready to be marked like your lovely mudblood girlfriend?”

Harry blushed. The idea of real nipple piercings especially aroused him to no end, as did being tattooed like Hermione.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good.”

Harry had expected to be attired as a sissy — in an outfit matching Hermione’s. Instead, he found himself wearing nothing but the collar, cuffs, gag, and the nose-to-ass contraption. And his cock cage, of course.

Madame Noir affixed leather leashes to their collars and lead them into the other room. The hooks in their asses forced them to walk with tiny, shuffling steps. The pressure on his prostate was immense, and Harry suspected that it was arousing Hermione just as much.

Harry almost could have predicted what they found: a dungeon. Racks, crosses, cages, hooks, harnesses, chairs, benches, tables, and pillories dotted the room. Storage shelves held every imaginable whip, flogger, crop, paddle, and rod, along with dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and devices Harry couldn’t recognize. The remaining attendees — Neville, Cormac, Malfoy, Blaise, Flint, Smith, Roger Davies, Crabbe, Goyle, Daphne, Tracy, and Susan — were all dressed in their finest leather gear: corsets, boots, catsuits, chaps, and vests. Cho, Padma, Parvati, and Sinistra remained as well, dressed much as Hermione was, but with the addition of black latex hoods. Cormac stepped forward.

“Welcome to the final stage of your punishments,” he said. “We’re going to start by marking Potter as what he is. Let’s put the mudblood somewhere where she can watch.”

Madame Noir flicked her wand and Hermione found her arms strapped together by a leather binder and a spreader bar forcing her legs far apart. As she teetered, sure she would fall on her face, a chain whipped down and caught her between the wrists. Her arms were wrenched backwards almost, but not quite, to the point of pain. The pose had been exquisitely judged, and she moaned through her gag as the hook in her ass sent jolts of pleasure up her body.

Meanwhile, Harry was splayed on a wooden cross and Madame Noir had summoned her implements. Hermione’s mind flooded with fond recollections as she watched his nipples pierced. Next, Madame Noir drove a ring like a bull’s through Harry’s septum, and a stud into his tongue. The final touch was a belly button piercing, just like the one she had. Just as she had with Hermione, Madame Noir used a muggle tattoo gun to decorate Harry.

Across his chest she wrote the words “THE-CUCK-WHO-LIVED.” The words “SISSY CLITTY” were etched, along with Cormac’s coat-of-arms, above his cock. She added the words: “Property of C.M, L.L, G.W” to the ribs on his right-hand-side and an image of Hermione’s face on his left bicep. She added some magical touches to that one, so that when exposed to the right spell, the tattooed face would appear drenched in cum.

Swiveling the entire frame, Noir added her finishing touches: the Potter coat-of-arms with the words “CUM HERE” just above his ass amid a design of snitches — some of which were actually winged-cocks — and lightning bolts. The whole process was watched with laughing attention by the remaining revelers, who offered crude suggestions. Partway through the process, Neville had decided to fuck Hermione, his hands roughly massaging her breasts and occasionally using the chain connected to her nose and ass for leverage. The other observers were receiving blowjobs and hand jobs from Sinistra, Cho, and the Patils. Cormac had pulled up a chair and was bouncing Susan on his lap.

“What do you think?” Noir asked, when she was finally done.

“Very nice,” said Cormac. “Your work is excellent as always. The invoice can go to Potter’s Gringott’s account. Now…” he flicked his wand and both Harry and Hermione were levitated towards him, and were lowered to the floor at his feet. A spreader bar matching Hermione’s appeared between Harry’s legs, as did the outfit he had expected earlier. They both found their hands secured to the bars, forcing them into a slightly bent-back kneeling position.

“Draco, care to help with this part?” He asked. “You can take the mudblood. Who wants Potter?”

Madame Noir offered each boy a pair of shears and Cormac passed his the Zacharius Smith.

“I’ve been looking forward to this bit ever since Cormac told me his plans,” said Draco, grabbing a handful of Hermione’s hair in one hand. He began roughly chopping away at Hermione’s hair. To Harry’s amazement, she began moaning: the combined pressure on her head (she loved having her hair pulled) and humiliation were clearly driving her crazy. Smith began to chop away at Harry’s mop as well, and he had to admit that the humiliation was wonderful. When their hair was little more than stubble, Malfoy and Smith accepted clippers from Madame Noir. Smith quickly and efficiently shaved the rest of Harry’s head, and Madame Noir rubbed an oil into his scalp which left him baby smooth.

Draco chose to add a level of humiliation to his shearing of Hermione. He freed his cock from his tight leather trousers and slowly slid it into Hermione’s gaping mouth. As he started to clip her hair, he also began to piss, the yellow liquid spilling out around his cock. He shoved his cock a little further into her mouth and, as his stream of piss abated and his cock hardened, began to fuck her throat.

“Nice idea, Draco,” said Smith, moving back into position in front of Harry. He freed his own cock and began pissing on Harry, focusing mostly on his face. When he’d flicked the final drops into Harry’s mouth, he rammed his iron-hard cock into Harry’s mouth. He was obviously near to the edge already, because after only a few quick thrusts, he pulled out, jerked his cock twice and shot a jet of cum straight up Harry’s nose and finished the rest on top of his bald head. Harry hung his head submissively, letting the cum dribble down onto his forehead and across his face.

“Ready for your baptism, mudblood?” Asked Draco. Harry looked over in time to see Malfoy begin dousing the top of Hermione’s bald, shining head with his cum. The others circled around, too, all near their own orgasms. Neville, Cormac, and Blaise added their cum to Draco’s on top of Hermione’s head, while Crabbe, Goyle, and Davies added theirs to Harry’s. With them drenched in cum again, they were swiveled to face each other and their gags were removed.

“Give your girlfriend a kiss, Potter,” said Cormac.

Harry took a moment to admire Hermione. Her bald head glittered and glistened, cum rolled down her cheeks and her eyes were tear-stained from having her throat fucked, but she stared at him with a wanton hunger. He leaned closer to capture her lips with his. As their tongues battles, their audience began to piss again, streams of acrid liquid splashing off the faces and bodies.

“Enough,” ordered Cormac, clapping his hands. Their gags were replaced and the spreader bars were removed. The hooks were removed from their asses, and their wrist and ankle shackles were secured together with an x-shaped leather harness. Their nose hooks were attached to the harness, pulling their heads back and they were hoisted into the air by the harnesses, leaving them dangling a few feet from the ground facing each other.

Madame Noir approached Harry with a series of lead weights, dangling some from his newly pierced nipples. Sinistra performed the same task on Hermione, adding to them several weights clipped to her pussy lips, which drew a lust-filled whine from the girl. Harry gasped in pain when Noir clipped weights to his balls, but that pain quickly became pleasure.

He saw Padma stepping up behind Hermione holding a massive glass butt plug, which she was rubbing with oil and knew that Parvati must be providing the same service for him. His eyes bulged as the tip of the enormous plug probed his anus, but it had been well-enough used that night that it slipped in without too much effort, though at its widest, it was by far the biggest thing he’d ever had in his ass. When it began to vibrate he moaned with need and desire.

Their predicament was completed when Blaise placed a wooden stand on the floor between them. Twin dildos, each nearly ten inches long, jutted from each side. Harry and Hermione were swung into place and their heads were pushed down the dildos until their lips were nearly touching. Leather harnesses were pulled tight to keep their heads in place and blindfolds were drawn down over their eyes.

In total darkness, Harry waited, his body tense but flooded with pleasure. He heard a slap as a paddle landed somewhere on Hermione’s body. Her moans seemed to travel up the dildo in her throat to his. The next blow came from a riding crop against his ass, and then the flick of a cat-o-nine-tails to his balls. For what seemed to be ages, blows came from crops, whips, floggers, paddles, and lashes to his ass, balls, feet, back, thighs and belly. He knew from the sounds that Hermione was being subjected to the same treatment. Some of the blows were little more than tickles, and others fell with the full force of an arm.

Out of nowhere, he felt a tongue begin to lick his balls, even as the blows continued, the exquisite ecstasy mingling perfectly with the pain. Hermione, meanwhile, felt the head of a cock probe between her stretched labia before thrusting into her and beginning to fuck her with slow, deliberate strokes. When, after a few minutes, the first cock had cum in her pussy, it was replaced by another, and another, and another, each adding a thick load of cum to what was already teeming in her womb.

With tremendous suddenness, their blindfolds were removed. Harry had a brief glimpse of Hermione’s tear-streaked face and drooling mouth (he knew that he must look very much the same), before they were unstrapped from the dildos and lowered to the ground. The gags, clamps, weights, and binders were removed, and they both stretch, engaging muscles that had been still for the better part of an hour.

As Harry was laid down on a padded bench, the buttplug in his ass was pulled out and replaced by Tracy’s strapon. Hermione lowered herself onto Harry’s face and he began lapping at her creamy, gaping pussy. When Hermione’s pussy was clean, Malfoy bent her down, still above Harry’s face and slowly slit his cock into her cunt, dragging his balls across Harry’s face.

Malfoy proceeded to fuck her, sliding his cock out and into Harry’s mouth from time to time, and occasionally switching to her ass.

“You were tight earlier, Granger, but now you’re looser than a two-knot whore! I bet Potter’s clit would slip in without you even noticing.”

Hermione took her mouth off Tracy’s strapon and it slid back into Harry’s ass.

“I wouldn’t feel it all, master! Thank you for filling me loose, worthless pussy with your cock!”

“Why would you ever let Potter out of his cage, at all? His cock’s totally useless!”

“It is!” Screamed Hermione. “It’s pathetic, and worthless!”

“He should stay locked away forever, shouldn’t he?” Asked Daphne, coming up to stroke Hermione’s back.

“He should! You’d do that for me wouldn’t you, Harry? Would you let your clit stay locked away for ever?”

“If it makes you happy, mistress,” panted Harry.

“Let’s make that happen then!”

Malfoy and Tracy backed away from the pair.

“Kneel,” ordered Cormac, pointing at the ground by his feet. Harry and Hermione knelt, and Cormac handed Hermione her wand. Hermione swiveled towards Harry and kissed him deeply, and then tapped his cage with her wand, murmuring a short phrase. A silvery light floated away from the cage and up to Cormac, Neville, and Draco. A little more of the light drifted out of the room. She kissed him again.

“The only people who will ever bee able to unlock your cock are our masters, Mistress Ginny, and Mistress Luna. You’ll have to beg one of them if you ever want to cum like a man again: but you don’t need to, do you, sissy?”

“No, Mistress,” replied Harry.

“Well done, slave,” said Cormac, raising his own wand. Harry and Hermione floated to two pillories facing each other and were locked in place. Cormac twiddled his wand again, smirking.

“Your punishment is over,” he said, and Hermione beamed, twisting her head to look at him.

“Will you fuck me, master? Will you make your mudblood slut cum? Please? Please fuck me, master!”

“What do you think, Potter? Should she get to cum?”

Harry nodded.

“Please fuck her, master! I want her to cum! She needs it so bad! Please fuck her pussy and make her cum!”

“All right, lover boy. Since you asked so nice, I’ll make the bitch cum. Susan, how about you take Potter.”

Susan grinned, already strapping a massive dildo to her waist.

“It’s modeled on a hippogriff cock,” she said. “You like, Potter?”

“Yes, mistress,” he replied, feeling a little bit like drooling. “Please fuck me, mistress.”

Susan and Cormac stepped behind Harry and Hermione and, in unison, slid their cocks into them. They began slowly, but quickly built to a tremendous pace. Harry’s ass was on fire — the dildo was stretching him like nothing he’d ever experienced, or could even fathom. It felt so good! He could hear Hermione’s pussy squelching with each thrust from Cormac’s titanic cock.

Having been teased all night — it was nearing three in the morning at this point — both Harry and Hermione were nearing the edge of what they could take. They were physically exhausted, and overwhelmed by denied pleasure.

“Can I cum, master?” Shouted Hermioine.

“Mistress Susan, can I cum?” Moaned Harry.

“In three…” said Susan

“Something I should tell you first,” said Cormac. “The spell I put on you has been storing the sensations of each time you’ve been fucked. When you two cum, it’ll be like every orgasm you’ve missed tonight and in the last week is hitting you at once. Ready?”

“Yes, master!” Cried Harry and Hermione in unison.

“All right…two…”

Their pounding sped up even more and Cormac locked eyes with Susan, even as Harry did so with Hermione.

“One!”

Harry’s cock exploded: what seemed like and endless stream of cum erupted out of his cage. His balls felt like they might shrivel out of existence. His ass clenched around the elephantine cock thrusting into it, and, as Susan sprayed a load of artificial cum into him, his pleasure increased. His whole body began to shake uncontrollably and his vision began to cloud over.

Hermione shrieked and her pussy clamped down onto Cormac’s cock and began to spray liquid in every direction. Her cries became a wordless babble of ecstatic bliss and her trembling body collapsed onto itself, spasming in orgasmic rapture.

The last thing Harry was aware of as his world faded to black was the sound of cheers and whistles.
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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)