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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 272937 -:- Recommendations : 15 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Chapter 25

If the laws of the universe applied in any way, Harry should have woken up sore and aching all over his body. Instead, waking before dawn, he felt as though he’d spent the previous day at a spa being pampered. Starting to collect his clothes, he noted that his skin was smoother and seemed tighter than it had the previous day. As he inserted his butt plug — now simply part of getting dressed — he noticed that his ass, far from being stretched out and gaping as he had expected, was as tight as it had ever been.

Hermione and Cho were going through the same process, and seemed to be making the same discoveries that Harry had. Hermione was moaning as she fingered herself.

“Merlin!” She panted. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this tight! Come feel, Harry!”

Not needing to be asked twice, Harry came over and gingerly inserted a finger into Hermione’s pussy. The moist, hot channel gripped his finger like a trap. Hermione moaned deeply.

“Fuck…I bet even your cock would feel good in this, if you could last longer than a few seconds. I can’t wait for Cormac to feel!”

As it turned out, they didn’t have to wait long for that. Soon after Cho left them, but before they made it to their assigned bathroom, Cormac himself strode around a corner.

“There you are, slut,” he said, cheerfully. “Come with me. Both of you.”

He lead them onto a gallery balcony that overlooked the entry hall to the palace. There, he cast a strong privacy charm and, for good measure, a silencing spell, a charm to lock the door to the gallery, and an illusion of empty space in front of the galllery.

“Clothes off,” he ordered. Harry and Hermione quickly shed their clothes, and stood before Cormac clad only in their collars. “Lean up against the railing.”

Gulping, Harry complied, leaning his belly against the cold stone rail. It was still early, but students and staff were already beginning to make their way into the Great Hall for breakfast. The exposure and potential for being caught was almost more than he could bear. He could see wetness trickling down Hermione’s thigh and his own cage was painfully tight around an attempted erection.

“I was going to do this anyways,” said Cormac, conjuring two riding crops, “but, since it took me so long to find you two sluts this morning, I have a better reason to punish you. Ten seems like enough. Be sure to count: nice and loud.”

With that, he brought the crops down on the pair of raised buttocks in front of him.

“One! Thank you, Master!” Screamed Hermione. She clearly had more faith in Cormac’s spell than did Harry, as me mumbled the words.

“Loud!” Bellowed Cormac, delivering a swat to Harry’s swollen balls. “Start again!”

“I’m sorry, Master!” Grunted Harry. He heard the swish of the riding crop.

“One! Thank you, Master!”

On the ninth blow, both Harry and Hermione missed the count as Professor McGonogall crossed the entrance hall. Her head swiveled side to side and her eyes crossed the gallery at just the wrong time. Had there not been an illusion in place, she would have made eye contact with them.

“Tut tut,” said Cormac, dragging the crops down from their shoulder blades to the jeweled plugs in their butts. “It seems we need to start again.”

By the time he’d finally finished their asses were striped with stinging red lines and both of them were immensely horny.

“Have a feel, Potter,” said Cormac. “Tell me if she’s wet enough for my cock.”

Harry obediently cupped Hermione’s dripping pussy.

“She’s very wet, sir. She is ready for your cock.”

“Good. Take my trousers off for me, Potter. Granger: tell your boyfriend how much you want my cock.”

Harry reached for Cormac’s belt buckle, unclasping it and then sliding his trousers and pants down and helping him out of them.

“Please, Master,” begged Hermione. “Please fuck me! Fill me up with your cock! Harry can’t do it. I can barely feel his little baby penis in me. I need a real man! Fuck me! Use me! Breed me!”

“You heard her, Potter,” said Cormac. “Would you like me to fuck her?”

“Please, Master,” said Harry, his face going red with humiliation even as his cock attempted to swell further in its tiny prison. “Please fuck her.”

“Why?”

“Because my cock is too small to satisfy her. Please fuck Hermione, Master.”

“If you insist, cuck boy,” said Cormac. “Spread her open for me.”

Harry stood and leaned over Hermione’s back, speeding her cheeks apart. He could see wetness dripping down her thighs as Cormac lined his cock up to her pussy lips. Hermione’s perfect lips parted eagerly for their master’s cock as he started to slide it into her.

“Fuck,” groaned Cormac as Hermione let out a little whimper, “are you tighter than usual? Feels like a fucking Veela’s asshole…”

With a grunt of effort, he sheathed himself fully in her pussy. Hermione came convulsively as the mammoth cock stretched her newly virginal cunt to inhuman proportions.

“Fuck!” She screamed. “Fuck me! Fuck my cunt, Master! Stretch me out! Ruin me! Fuck!”

“Shut up, Granger,” growled Cormac, summoning a large dildo attached to a leather strap. “Shove this in her mouth, Potter.”

Harry obeyed, sliding the seven inch dildo into Hermoine’s practiced throat and securing the straps behind her head. Her eyes rolled upwards as she moaned around the fake cock in her throat. As she massaged the dildo with her tongue and the muscles of her throat, Harry suddenly felt similar sensations on his own cock and fell onto his back, thrashing in pleasure.

“Fuck!” He gasped.

Cormac laughed as he continued to pound mercilessly into Hermione’s cunt. He flicked his wand again and suddenly Harry’s ass felt as if filled by a gargantuan cock, and he knew that he was magically feeling the touch of Hermione’s throat — which he would never be able to feel under normal circumstances — and Cormac’s cock. He also knew that it was unlikely that Cormac would let him cum, much as he desired to do so.

Hermione, on the other hand, seemed to cumming almost continuously, though she would doubtless be punished for doing so without asking.

Finally, just as Harry was sure his brain would short-circuit from the overload of pleasure, Cormac slammed his cock into Hermione one more time and shuddered. Hermione sagged against the railing, trembling with her own final orgasm. Harry’s cock ached for release, but none came. With a gusty sigh, Cormac stepped back from Hermione, thick white cum starting to drip from between her legs.

Harry started to move forward, expecting that he would be asked to clean her up, and not-so-secretly longing to taste her pussy and their master’s cum, but Cormac raised his hand, stopping him in place.

“Not this time,” he said muttering a short spell. “I want all the cum that she takes today to stay put until this evening.” Harry watched as the streaks of cum that had already oozed out of her rolled back up her thighs and into her glistening cunt. Cormac looked at his watch.

“You two still have forty-five minutes before breakfast is over. Get to the bathroom. Granger, I want as many loads of cum in your cunt as possible today.”

Cormac dressed and left them. Harry removed the dildo from Hermione’s throat, and summoned their clothes back to them before kissing her deeply. The two made their way to their assigned bathroom just ahead its first guests of the morning, taking their place in the central stall. When the first cock appeared before him, Harry began to service it with gusto, still held at a peak level of arousal.

“Merlin!” Came a voice from beyond the stall. “One of them’s eager today!”

“Will you cram it, Wilkes?” Came another voice choked with pleasure. “I’ve got my cock in the tightest pussy ever. I don’t want to hear your voice!”

Harry pulled his mouth away, jerking the cock for a few seconds as he looked over his shoulder to see Hermione with her eyes closed and biting her lip. A medium sized cock was thrust through the hole behind her and she was slamming herself into it as hard as she could. The boy fucking her let out a grunt, and Harry knew that he was spurting his seed into her cunt. He returned his attention to the cock in his hand just as it, too, finished, spraying him full in the face. He licked it clean and its owner pulled it back through the hole.

Half an hour later, the rather sore pair made their way down to the dungeons for their potions class, where Professor Slughorn had the entire class collaborating on a rather difficult potion. By the time the double period ended, the potion was very nearly complete and everyone’s brain hurt.

“Excellent work today, all of you. St. Mungo’s will greatly appreciate this potion!” He scribbled a quick note and handed it to Ronnie. “Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, I’d like you to stay and help finish this up. There’s not too much left to do, but it should be supervised. Miss Weasley, please take that note to Professor McGonnogall so that she knows why these two aren’t in class. Off with you all.”

Once the rest of the class filed out, Hermione directed a smirk towards the professor.

“You hardly need us for this, Professor,” she said, the int of a seductive purr tinging her voice. She picked up a small bowl of green powder. “All the potion needs is this…” she poured in the powder, “and a quick stir, and it’s done.”

“Correct as always, Miss Granger,” said Slughorn. “Twenty points to Gryffindor.”

“I assume you wanted us to stay back for…other reasons?” She unbuttoned her blouse as she asked.

“Yes, indeed,” said Slughorn, drawing out the small gold case that held the hair of former students. “I had a dream last night that I’d quite like made a reality.”

He flicked his wand at the door, sealing it. He then poured three goblets full of the polyjuice potion that was bubbling in a small cauldron at the side of the room. Two tiny snips of red hair went into the first two glasses, while a lock of his own hair and a few drops of a different potion went into the third. He handed Harry and Hermione a goblet each and raised the third in a toast.

“To dreams!” He said, downing his goblet with a small shudder.

Harry and Hermione followed suit. When his vision cleared Harry saw a young version of his mother standing next to him and knew that he looked the same.

“A little modification to the attire,” came Slughorn’s voice. The voice was different — deeper and less pompous — and the two looked towards where he had been standing. The figure was still clearly Slughorn, but a Slughorn in his prime: no longer bent with age or rounded by daily feasting, the man was by no means thin, but was nonetheless extremely attractive. He waved a wand, leaving Harry and Hermione attired in old-fashioned school uniforms, doubtless the exact uniforms that had been required when Lily had been a student: grey jumpers over white blouses, emblazoned with the Hogwarts crest, knee length black skirts, knee-high socks, and black pumps under their robes. Hermione’s hair was shortened somewhat: no doubt so they could be told apart.

“Before we begin, I’d like to set the scene. Lily,” he looked at Harry, “will be coming to me to beg for an adjusted grade. Her twin sister, Rose,” a nod at Hermione, “has come along for moral support. We’ll improvise from there.”

“Yes, sir,” said Hermione.

“Then let’s begin,” said Slughorn, moving to sit behind his desk. He shuffled papers around for a moment while Harry and Hermione stood meekly in front of him, shuffling their feet. He looked up.

“Ah. Miss Evans…and Miss Evans,” he said. “What can I do for you?”

“Go on, Lily,” said Hermione, nudging Harry in the ribs. “Ask him!”

“I wanted to ask about the grade on my most recent essay professor,” said Harry. “I only received an E, and I would like to keep my grades up.”

“Tut tut,” said Slughorn. “I’m afraid I can’t do that Miss Evans. Your usual work is exceptional, and well deserving of your regular O, but this latest essay…” he sighed. “For any other student it would only have received an A. It is only because I know how gifted you are that I gave you an E. Your focus lately doesn’t seem to be entirely on your work.” He tapped his lips with a finger. “Is your…social life distracting you, perhaps? Mr. Potter is a wild one…”

“Oh, no!” Said Harry, “It’s nothing like that, sir, it’s…”

“James can’t give her what she needs,” said Hermione, suddenly, creating the opening they needed. “He’s well enough to look at, which gets Lily all on edge, but then he can’t deliver, if you take my meaning, professor.”

“Indeed…”

“I keep telling her that I’m willing to share Sirius, but she won’t do it. She just needs to cum!”

“Dear, oh, dear,” said Slughorn, eyeing the pair of them hungrily. Hermione was beaming, while Harry stared at the floor, shamefaced. He could feel his pussy starting to drip, though.

“I don’t think she wants it getting around to the other students that James can’t get her off, or that she needs outside help, but someone needs to fuck her soon or she won’t be able to spell her own name!” She turned her head to the side. “You wouldn’t be able to help her out, would you professor?”

“Hmmm,” mused Slughorn. “This is highly inappropriate, Miss Evans. I couldn’t possibly consider…”

“She’s your best student and she fucking needs it! Tell him Lily!”

“I…” stammered Harry, going a little weak in the knees, “I do, Professor! I need to cum so badly!”

Slughorn made a face, as if still unconvinced, and then shrugged.

“Very well. But this must remain strictly between us,” he said rising. He perched on the edge of his desk, legs spread slightly. “Also: you’ll both obey every order I give you.”

Harry gulped, dramatically.

“Yes, sir.”

Hermione put her hands on her hips.

“I didn’t say I was in on this!” she said, mock outrage on her face. “Lily’s the one who needs a good rogering: I’ve got all the dick I need!”

“All or nothing, girls,” said Slughorn, smiling. “And I’m not so sure about you having ‘all the dick you need.’” He leered, grabbing his crotch and imprinting the impression of his cock — which looked even bigger on a his smaller body — into his trousers. Hermione’s mouth dropped open.

“When you put it like that, Professor…” she began to unbutton her blouse. Harry followed suit. When they were both topless, Slughorn stopped them with a raised hand.

“How about a little show for me? I’d like to see you two kiss.”

Obediently, Harry and Hermione embraced. It was an odd sensation to kiss your exact copy, but one that he found incredibly arousing. Hermione’s hands reached up to cup his breasts, while his own cupped her pert ass.

“Kindly remove your sister’s skirt, Rose,” said Slughorn, very clearly enjoying himself.

Hermione slid to her knees, trailing kisses down Harry’s chest as she did so, and began to unbutton the skirt, her free hand running up the inside of his thigh. The skirt slid down her legs revealing plain cotton panties. Grinning wickedly, Hermione kissed Harry’s inner thigh before tugging off the panties, revealing her red-furred bush. She quickly inserted a finger, causing Harry to moan. The finger came away glistening with wetness.

“Very nice. Now, Lily: please return the favor. I do like a ginger minge…”

Hermione leaned back against a desk and lewdly sucked the finger that had just been inside Harry. Harry sank to his knees, kissed Hermione’s belly button and proceeded to divest her of her remaining clothes, leaving them both in nothing but their socks and shoes.

“Enjoying the show, Professor?” Teased Hermione. “Would you like to see my sister eat my pussy?”

“Very much so, Miss Evans,” said Slughorn, hungrily.

“You heard the professor, Lily,” she said, slyly, parting her legs.

Harry slid eagerly into his task, his brain barely registering that he was, in a sense, eating his own mother’s pussy. One of Hermione’s hands held his head firmly in place while she toyed with her nipples with the other hand. Unseen by Harry, Slughorn had freed his cock and was stroking it to full hardness. Harry brought a spare hand up to tease his own pussy, feeling for the second time in his life the amazing sensation of fingers brushing over a clitoris.

“Very good, Miss Evans. How about you and your sister come over here and suck my cock?”

Harry and Hermione knelt before the younger version of their professor and Hermione eased Harry’s mouth onto his waiting cock.

“Go on, Lily,” urged Hermione, “You’re the one whose grades need help.”

With Hermione whispering encouragement in his ear, and massaging Slughorn’s balls, Harry began to suck. He looked up at the professor with innocent adoration, an expression that made Slughorn shudder with pleasure. After a few minutes, Hermione took over, telling Harry to lick Slughorn’s balls, which he did eagerly: by this point he felt that a gentle breeze across the pussy would make him cum. Drool spilled from Hermione’s mouth onto Harry’s face as she attempted to deep throat Slughorn’s cock: Lily Evans, it seemed, never lost her gag reflex.

“Merlin’s balls,” grunted Slughorn, when Hermione finally got his entire cock in her throat. She only managed for a second or two before she had to pull away, thick drool running out of her mouth. “Very well done, Miss Evan. Now. Lily: why don’t you hop up on the desk for me?”

Harry sat on the desk and leaned back as Slughorn spread his legs open.

“Would you like me to fuck you, Lily?”

“Yes, professor,” said Harry, feeling his pussy gush in anticipation. “Please fuck me!”

“Of course, my dear,” said Slughorn, and he eased his cock into Harry’s pussy, triggering an instantaneous orgasm. Grinning evilly, Slughorn slammed his cock in harder, thrusting like a mad beast as he ravaged Harry’s pussy.

Hermione, not wanting to be left out, got up on the desk and lay atop Harry, kissing him deeply as she ground her pussy onto his. Slughorn took the hint and pulled out of Harry, thrusting instead into Hermione’s eager pussy. When she had cum, too, he began to switch back and forth every few thrusts, expertly keeping both teens on the edge of more orgasms. Their hour must have almost been over when, just after allowing both of them to climax again, he slid his cock into the now very slippery space between their bodies and thrust once more with a roar. Cum sprayed up, coating stomachs and breasts. Some made it up to splatter their faces as well. Slughorn staggered back, breathing heavily.

“That was incredible, professor,” said Hermione.

“Yeah,” panted Harry. “Incredible.”

“You’re welcome, girls,” said Slughorn. “Come clean me off.”

Harry and Hermione rose and knelt in front of Slughorn. Harry was amazed by how much cum covered both their bodies. Gently, they licked cum and other fluids off Slughorn’s cock. When he was satisfied, he told them to stand. Fishing in his desk for a moment, he came out with a wizard’s camera.

“Smile,” he told them. They did: blowing kissed to the camera as he captured the image of two cum-drenched Lily Evanses. “Now. How about you two clean each other up?”

Slughorn continued to snap pictures as Harry and Hermione took turns licking cum from the other’s body. They had just finished when Harry felt his body begin to shift. Shortly, he was back in his true form, kneeling with Hermione on the floor of the dungeon. They got dressed quickly while Slughorn straightened up the room.

“Well,” said Slughorn, panting. “That was quite a lot of fun. Thank you both: and fifty points to Gryffindor. Now: off to lunch…I myself need a nap.”

“Sweet dreams, professor,” teased Hermione. “Let’s go, Harry: I’m starving!”

She lead him up to the Great Hall where they quickly devoured their lunch. They were just finishing when Harry felt his buttplug vibrate. From the look on her face, Hermione’s was vibrating as well. They fished out their coins to see: “No dinner for sluts. Outside Slytherin CR. 5PM.”

“Might as well wrap some sandwiches up to eat after charms,” suggested Harry. “What do you think they have planned?”

“No idea, but I can’t wait!”

The afternoon dragged on. Neither of them were able to pay much attention in their classes — though Harry suspected that Hermione just said that to make him feel better. They were outside the Slytherin common room on the dot of five.

No one was there.

They waited, not wanting to leave and miss whatever fun was in store for them. Anticipation made Harry’s cock ache, and Hermione was rubbing her thighs together. Suddenly, there was a flash of light and Harry’s world went blank.

When he came to he was blind: a leather strap covered his eyes. He could tell that he was bound to some sort of frame, his arms and legs spread wide. His mouth was held wide open by a ring gag.

Someone nearby chuckled.

“Looks like our pets are awake,” said a voice. Harry instantly recognized it as Daphne’s, and he relaxed a bit. His blindfold was removed, and her could see his surroundings. He was in a room he didn’t recognize: stone-walled and grim, but much cleaner than most dungeon chambers. A fire crackled in a hearth. In front of the hearth, Draco and Daphne sat together on a sofa. Both were fully dressed, but at their feet knelt Ronnie and Ginny, both attired in French maid uniforms. For the moment, the Weasleys were unoccupied, but Harry was sure that wouldn’t last long.

He looked around. Directly across from him was a wooden frame, similar, he guessed, to the one he was strapped to. There was Hermione, naked except for her collar, bald, and bound. He mouth gaped around a gag, too, and, in addition to being secured at neck, wrist, and ankles, her breasts were tightly bound with coarse hempen rope. Like Harry, she was just starting to come around.

Harry looked down. Unlike Hermione, he wasn’t naked. He was, of course, collared and caged. His feet were in tall, latex-covered heels which merged seamlessly with latex stockings that rose to the top of his thighs, where riveted leather straps connected them to a leather corset.

“Let’s begin,” said Draco, suddenly, clapping his hands together twice. “You two are our entertainment for tonight. I’ve already bathed, so I won’t be sullying my cock on either of you, but you can still amuse me. Crabbe, Goyle, Warrington, Bulstrode: begin.”

Movement behind Hermione drew Harry’s eyes as the hulking forms of Crabbe, Goyle, and Warrington emerged from the shadows. Each of them was wearing a leather hood, leather straps across their massive hairy chests, and leather leggings with cups over their cocks. They looked like apes: massive bestial creatures. Hermione’s head swiveled, trying to see them. She wiggled her hips, too. Harry could see wetness trickling down her milky thighs. He was distracted when he saw more movement from the corner of his eye and Millicent Bulstrode came into view.

Ronnie often joked that Millicent must be part troll. She was, indeed, tall — at six feet and six inches, only Warrington over-topped her — and muscular, but she wasn’t unattractive, just not conventionally feminine. Tonight she was dressed in leather from neck to toes. Her long black hair was pulled into a bun behind her head and she had applied deep purple eyeshadow and dark purple lipstick. Like the men, her chest was crossed by leather straps, which accentuated her nearly flat breasts and her chiseled abdomen. She wore black leather gloves that covered her forearms, but left muscular biceps exposed. Thigh high leather boots concealed her legs and were met by the end of a short leather skirt.

Harry gulped. He was getting used to feeling insignificant — especially where it came to penis size — but something about this Amazonian goddess made him feel like a beetle looking up at a boot. A boot that he begged to crush him. He moaned.

“This will be fun, Harry,” said Millicent. She slapped a riding crop into the side of his face and slowly dragged it down his chest to his balls, which she jiggled on the paddle. “I wish Draco had told me you were his pet, sooner. Or Lovegood could have told me.” Her riding crop continued to gently caress Harry’s balls, and she leaned in close to his ear, nipping it with her teeth. “You’ll address me as goddess for the remainder of the evening, understood?”

Harry nodded emphatically.

“Good boy,” said Millicent. Without warning, her crop lashed out and slapped hard into his balls. He lurched against the frame with a yelp. “First, however: you must be punished.”

“Hmmm?” Mumbled Harry through his gag.

“What for?” Asked Millicent. “Because it amuses me.” She slapped his balls again. “And,” a third slap, “because you love it.”

Harry moaned again.

“Before that,” said Millicent, as she grabbed a handful of his ass, “You should take a look at your girlfriend.”

Harry obeyed and saw the three hulking Slytherin’s walking towards Hermione. Crabbe held a leather strap, Goyle held a thick wooden paddle, and Warrington held a thin wooden rod. Daphne had risen from the sofa and removed Hermione’s gag.

“Tell me, mudblood,” she purred, “do you want these fine pureblood lads to beat you black and blue and then fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before?”

“Yes, Mistress,” panted Hermione.

“I don’t know…perhaps you’re just saying that to make me happy. Fortunately, I have this.” She held up a small glass vial. “Veritaserum. Down the hatch, mudblood.”

Hermione drank greedily, and Harry could see the potion taking effect.

“Tell me, pretty mudblood,” said Daphne. “What do you want to happen now? Do you want to be here?”

“This is where I want to be, Mistress. I want you and Master Draco to watch while I get punished like I deserve! I want to get stuffed so full of cock that I can’t think! I want my tits and ass to be sore for weeks! Punish me for being such a slut! Please!”

“Guess she really wants it, eh, Potter?” Chuckled Warrington. He locked eyes with Harry as he brought the rod down hard on Hermione’s backside. She gasped in pain.

“Thank you, sir!” She cried.

“I don’t think we need her mouth, do you, dear?” Called Draco. He was still lounging, but his cock was out, with a Weasley latched onto each ball. Daphne laughed and replaced Hermione’s gag as the three brutes began to administer their beating. Harry’s attention was pulled back to his own situation by the sting of a leather strap on his back.

“Watch what’s happening to your girlfriend, Potter,” teased Millicent, as she striped his back and arse. “Watch those big lovely boys tenderize her before they fuck her. You two haven’t come across Warrington yet, have you?” She delivered a particularly powerful blow at the point, making Harry’s eyes water. “I keep him to myself most of the time. It’s like having a prize stallion: broken to his mistress, and gentle as a kitten when he’s under my foot, but when I let him off the leash…”

Warrington had moved in front of Hermione and was switching her across the belly and breasts while Crabbe and Doyle dealt with her backside. Harry took in the sight of the hulking Slytherin: nearly seven feet and hairy muscle. The thought of him fucking Hermione — assuming his cock measured up proportionally — made his cock twitch painfully in its cage.

“Now for the real fun,” said Millicent. She fiddled briefly with the frame, which seemed to be jointed in a great many places, and Harry found himself horizontal to the floor, his knees drawn up to his chest to raise his ass in the air and his arms straight out to the side. His head hung down.

Millicent tugged the plug out of his ass and replaced it with a metal hook. She attached a thin chain to the ring on Harry’s collar and ran the chain down his back, through the ring on the end of the hook and back up, finishing by securing the other end of the chain to Harry’s nose ring, effectively holding his head straight up, giving him an unobstructed view of Hermione’s punishment. Warrington had begun to maul her breasts with his hands, slapping and squeezing, while Crabbe and Boyle had shifted to her feet, tickling and occasionally striking them with thin rods.

Millicent tugged on Harry’s cock, stretching it out from his body, before securing a familiar piece of wood — a humbler — around him to pull his abused balls even further behind him. Now Millicent let loose, paddling and whipping his upturned ass and balls mercilessly. Tears began to flow freely, but so did precum, dribbling out from his cage to puddle on the floor beneath him.

“Mistress,” grunted Warrington. “Can I fuck the mudblood?”

Millicent paused in her attention to Harry’s balls, and he gasped for air through his gag.

“Yes, you may, pet,” said Millicent, and she walked across the room. Harry hadn’t noticed, but one of her earrings was a key. She took it out and tore the cup away from Warrington’s crotch, revealing a cage. Unlike Harry’s — which was small and delicate — the cage around Warrington’s cock was large — nearly six inches long and thick — and made of heavy-gauge steel. Hermione moaned at the sight of it. Her breasts were dark red, as was her pussy, and her belly was criss-crossed by stripes. Millicent unlocked Warrington’s cock, which rapidly grew.

“Merlin!” Gasped Daphne. She had disrobed and was being pleasured by Ronnie, but the sight of Warrington’s hardening cock had entranced her. Neville, Cormac, and Blaise all possessed titanic cocks, and Crabbe and Doyle had cocks thicker than Harry’s forearm, and he and Hermione had spent the previous night fucking centaurs, but Warrington’s was something else, entirely. His cock, now fully hard and visibly pulsating, looked to be as thick as Hermione’s bicep and was at least sixteen inches long. Balls the size of peaches dangled below it. Even on his seven-foot frame, it looked comically large.

Hermione was drooling as Crabbe and Doyle released her restraints and removed her gag. As Millicent returned to Harry, Warrington shoved the other two aside.

“I’ll tell you when you can have some. On your knees, mudblood cunt.” Hermione practically dove at his cock, licking and kissing all over its length. Millicent gave Harry a last paddling before freeing him from his own bondage.

“She’s in for a treat,” said Millicent. She pushed Harry to his knees and unclasped her skirt, tossing it aside. Beneath was a neatly trimmed bush of dense black hair. She shoved Harry’s face into her pussy. “Lick, boy,” she ordered. “Mmmm. You do have a nice tongue. As I was saying, your little mudblood is in for a real treat. I’ve been training my hound for a year now. He has lovely stamina, and that cock will stretch her out like nothing else. Mmmm. I hate to share him, but he’s earned a treat. I usually only uncage him when he’s strapped down and then I ride that beautiful dick to my heart’s content. Every time I let him out, though, I can tell that he’d love nothing more than to shove that monster down my throat or up my ass, but those aren’t for him. Tonight, he get whatever he wants, oh! Look!”

She turned Harry’s head in time for him to see Warrington jerk his hips. Hermione had somehow fit the head of his cock in her mouth, and now Warrington was using all his massive strength to push more of his shaft into her throat. Her arms were straining against his thighs, and her legs were thrashing. Suddenly, she tensed and a fountain of liquid sprayed out of her pussy.

“Enough, dear,” said Millicent. “That hole’s not going to stretch enough. Try another.”

Warrington grinned, tugging his cock out of Hermione’s mouth. She collapsed to the floor, gasping. Millicent pulled Harry’s face back into her twat, cutting off his sight of his love. He could however, hear everything.

“Stick that mudblood pussy in the air, bitch. Good dog. Good bitch. Crabbe, Goyle: hold her down.”

Next came a sound of pure, guttural female pleasure, followed by the splash of more liquid. Harry imagined Warrington’s cock stretching his Hermione’s beautiful nether lips wide open and her cumming just from that initial penetration. His cock ached more than ever. As he lapped at Millicent’s steamy folds he could hear the continued sounds of fucking: bestial grunts from Warrington, incoherent moans and gurgles from Hermione, and the wet, suctioning sound of a massive cock reaping destruction on a tiny hole. Those sound shifted slightly and Millicent pressed Harry’s face even harder into her cunt.

“Oh, fuck yes!” She roared. Liquid began to gush from her in a torrent and she thrust Harry back as she leaned on the frame that he’d been strapped to. Harry got to his knees and looked across the room. Warrington was holding Hermione aloft as if she weighed nothing at all and was ramming his cock into her at a tremendous rate. Harry gaped to see how wide her pussy was stretched around his cock. Without warning, he dropped her to the floor, where she lay, twitching orgasmically.

“Gonna fuck your mudblood asshole, now,” he said, straddling her hips from behind. Harry watched as he lined his cock up to her sphincter and began to force it inside. Hermione’s eyes popped open, widening as she was stretched beyond anything she’d ever had in her ass.

“Oh, god, Harry! He’s going to rip me in half!” Her hands scrabbled at the rug, and she bit her lip. Tears welled up in her eyes. With a grunt, Warrington slid forward a foot, and Hermione’s eyes rolled up. She shrieked in a mix of pain and ecstasy. When Warrington levered her to her knees, Harry could see that she’d pissed herself.

“Naughty mudblood,” cooed Millicent, who stood next to Harry, stroking his hair. Warrington started to thrust and Hermione’s eyes refocused. Harry could see the hunger in them.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Ruin my mudblood asshole! Yes!”

“Shut up,” growled Warrington, sliding backwards so that her face lay in the puddle she’d just made. “Clean up your mess.”

As Hermione started to slurp at the puddle of urine, Millicent gave Harry’s collar a tug.

“You’ve watched long enough, and you’ve been ignoring my pleasure.”

Turning, he could see that she’d donned a strapon. Though it wasn’t nearly as big as Warrington, the implement was still massive.

“Lie down, sissy,” she ordered, indicating a rough wooden bench. She positioned Harry on his back and lifted his legs. She produced two thick leather straps and bound his calves to his ankles, locking his legs in position. She lined herself up and, with a groan of pleasure, slipped into his ass. He was surprised at how easily he took her cock, and simply allowed himself to be drawn into the pleasure.

With a wicked grin, Millicent produced a chain with clips at each end. These, she attached to Harry’s nipple rings. When she started to use the chain as a handle to increase her leverage, Harry’s mind went blank from the overload of pleasure. His last sight before a haze of incomprehension washed over him was of Warrington aiming his cock at Hermione’s gaping asshole, streams of cum already coating her back.
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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)