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Plenitude	By : HeavyMist Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 60689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Disclaimer : The characters and canon situations in Harry Potter belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I make no profit or money from this submission.

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“Dialogue”

‘Thoughts’

‘Flashback’

Chapter 27 : Learning to kneel

What did they say the sun core temperature was? Not the surface or the corona, no, the core! In its core, the Sun fuses 620 million metric tons of hydrogen each second. Thus generates its energy by nuclear fusion, hence it reaches 15.7 million kelvin, or 28.799.540.33°F! Almost 29 Million° F!

What an interstellar joke! Nuclear fusion her sweltering ass, literally!

Compared to her burning up butt cheeks right now, the whole freaking ‘yellow dwarf ‘ we call sun is a big spherical searing comical yellow anecdote, whether in kelvin, Rankine, Celsius, Fahrenheit and all the freaking measurements ever known to the human race! When she could feel the epidermal tissues of her buttocks blazing and dwarfing, even more, the yellow joke of a sun! Her bottom is going supernova! Take that Sun!

“TENNNNNN” Her scream echoed through the playroom, her blubbering mess of drool, nasal mucus and tears giving a white noise backdrop to her shrieked count.

And to think he made her kiss his belt before he started! The sadistic freaking brutally evil Asshole!

If someone drops her in an Olympic pool right now, her butts’ temperature would be sufficient to make the water evaporate without boiling, on contact, in a matter of one second flat.

‘Please. …Stop…pleaaase…’ She begged in her mind. Gone were all her resolutions! She was decided before he started to not beg, to take it like the Gryffindor she was, especially when he forbade her from doing so, being his self-conceited megalomaniac, vain prick, it irked her to no end, when he alluded that she would be begging in the first place. How she wished he hadn’t! Oh she would give about anything at the moment, just to be able to plead with him, to make him stop.

“THIRTEEEN” Her shout was torn from the deepest recess of her lungs!

Who is the brainless dunce who came up with the expression ‘shout at the top of one’s lungs’?

Don’t they know that they need every cubic inch of air inside those alveoli, to give all of what one’s got, in a scream?! Like Bellows imbeciles, like bellows, producing a strong current of air, the same as sounding a pipe organ or increasing the draft to a fire!

Lungs work the same; they expand and contract to force the air through the nose, in her case, add the mouth as well. Like a tenor booming his voice from the deepest of his lungs, diaphragm and stomach. Her voice reached the soprano decibels, shrieking, while her mind tried to distract itself from the stings.

Thinking absurd ideas, remembering old books and knowledge, albeit her choosy memory kept on reminding her of her tortured behind by selecting à propos themes, her cringing body now reacting to the whiz sounds of the belt when disturbing the air particles, and giving her a crystal clear idea of the painful strike that unmistakably followed. ‘Oh Merlin pleaseee… make him stooopppp…’

Her bottom’s bonfire started with the first strike, hearing the whoosh and not a second later, a strip of fire ignited on her pitiable rear cheeks, it did not stop since, one fiery stripe after another, and there’s more to come.

Her hind part, she is certain, soon, akin to molten magma, will be reaching the playroom floor, oozing through her ass volcano’s fissure, crack, and….”FIFTEEEN” …her train of thought crashed with her screaming bloody murder.

‘I hate you, I hateyou, hateyou, hateyou …you bastard Asshole sadistic vicious inhuman evil prick ASSSHOLE’

No, no sitting anymore! This leisurely activity won’t be available to her any longer. No, In-ass-essible!!! Inaccessible! Oh, Merlin’s beard! She’s hallucinating now…the fever is inundating her whole body; her boiling blood is evaporating, and baking her brain!

She will spend the rest of her life, either standing, scratch that, kneeling –thank you Lord pain in the ass Voldemort again literally- or splayed on her stomach, because of the sadistically cruel, ferociously violent demon behind her, igniting an inferno in her behind.

No sitting down on her burned out “buns" after today. Goodbye chairs, couches, seats, and all you kindly similar furniture, it was nice resting her derrière on their soft and cushiony fluffy surfaces… ”SEVENTEEENNN” …and freaking effing benches!

‘Pleaaaaasssse …someone make him stoooooop …’

There’s only pain, smoldering, excruciating, searing, agonizing pain, and all that downpour and monsoon and torrential vaginal rain is now a desert! Dry, arid, parched and scorched, just being close to the nuclear-fusion taking place on her bottom. “TWENTYYYYY… FUCKKK”

A chuckle was heard and his saccharine velvety baritone answered “No pet, twenty strikes, but we will fuck…later..”

‘Oh you fucking bastard …’she thought furiously and couldn’t help but scream “I HATE YOUUUU”

Another snigger reached her ears and her Master replied “ No you don’t. You’re just feeling a bit indisposed”

“AAHHHHHH …” She couldn’t count anymore, her throat was so sore, since she screamed her head off, and the numbers were getting harder to articulate…

“What is that slave? Which strike is it? Want to start over?”

“NOOOOO .. Ple…Twen…y one…” Oh, by all the deities! she is going to die before reaching forty. On both accounts, her present wallops’ tally and her age.

The Asshole forbade her the pleasure of ordering him to stop, ASSHOLE! And he’s laughing, and chuckling and having great times messing her up, ‘Oh Merlin, Godric fucking SALAZAR SLYTHERIN see what your heir is doing to my poor rump!’

“TWEN..Y ..WO…”

“Good girl, there’s only 18 left slave” she felt his fingers wiping sweat, from her forehead, while another whizzing blow made contact with her smarting posterior and she counted and counted, and was a breath away from screaming stop, non-stop.

Wisely she held her tongue because she was convinced he will keep her tethered to this torture device he calls spanking bench, the whole night long, just to make a point! Ah, and have his fun! Sadistic, Sinisterly Dark, Lord I-am-better-than-Marquis de Sade Voldemort.

“TWE….N…Y…FI…VE”…Her bottom must be glowing right about now…She was certain with the amount of heat she was generating, they could use her instead of electricity, or solar energy, she could illuminate the whole world if she currently flashes them. How witty, making puns at this time!

The sniggering Lord continued his “discipline”, looking at the cherry red cute and round ass, hearing her sobbing, barely able to make out the numbers from among her shrieks, and comments and thoughts that were spewing out of her feverish mind.

His exquisite slave has got a sharp dry humor, he laughed listening now and then to her talking, she was unaware of spilling out what was passing through her mind, not that he did not probe now and then to see her emotional state, and give her a rain-check in case it got too much to bear for her.

However she proved she is the pet he believed her to be. Feisty. Iron-willed, aggressively stubborn, intelligently willful, dryly humorous and such a magnificent slave! All his, and look at her tiny and petite form! So dainty, small and Salazar! Her cunt and ass must feel so tight and warm! He cannot wait to slam balls-deep into her, and fuck this brilliant brain of hers out.

He will fuck her after finishing with her punishment! A reward for both of them. Well mostly for him, he chuckled merrily, envisioning her reaction when she would be informed of his decision. She is taking her chastisement like a good pet should, and he will reward her with her first fuck. She will start to enjoy pain with her pleasure, after today.

Cruelly smiling, he touched her sweltering posterior, making her shriek. A quiver running through her whole body, since she couldn’t even shrink from his prying fondling pitiless fingers, probing her heated glowing red flesh, or cringe away from his nails that slowly and remorselessly scraped her sore skin like sand paper…

“Yes slave scream for your master…” And scream she did…

Another lash from his belt she counted, and he went to the front of the bench to look at her puffed teary eyes, almost purplish red face, and all the nasal mucus and drool mixed and slobbering on her chin…He flicked his hand to scourgify her tormented features, he smiled fiercely at her, and tilting his head to hers he kissed her lips and whispered softly unkind “ Only 10 lashes to go slave, and after, I shall reward you.”

She was hiccuping like a toddler after a fit, he merrily enjoyed the pleading look in her glistening Cognac brown watery-eyed orbs.

He wanted to play with her a bit, smirking he unpleasantly enquired “ No thank you for Master?”

Seeing her ragged breathing, and the shivering body, he waited for her answer, with his trademark arched hairless eyebrow, and sardonic smirk, promising her hell if she did not respond to his implicit order. She swallowed for a couple of times, trying to dislodge the serrated boulder in her sore throat, and then her parched lips panted indistinctly “ Thank..you..sir”

“Good slave…” he caressed her hair, combing it away from her flushed puffy and tear streaked face, and continued in a soothing yet cheery tone, reflected in his ruby merry red eyes, “You deserve a reward, you are taking your punishment as a well trained pet should…”

She was looking at his nude shape, from his bald snake head, going down to his long muscled neck, to his large pectorals, ribs, abdomen, and the flexing sic-pack abs, groin, and solid legs then suddenly, she did a double take to his crotch! Her eyes protuberated ten folds bigger than they were supposed to be, to fit into their orbital sockets. The sight of his penis was mind numbing!

His thick phallus was so utterly stiff and upright; the shaft, looked like glued to his abdomen. His appendage was completely covering the whole hairy happy-trail leading from his trimmed pubic hair at the base of his fat penis to his navel. Except, his titanium rod was topping his umbilicus too, the dark red blood engorged glans extended over his belly button by almost an inch!

It looked heavy, and blue-purplish veins slithered and ridged under the very glistening soft skin! Oh Merlin blue hairy balls!! The meatus was leaking the preseminal fluid like a broken faucet, giving the whole inflexible blood bloated member a glossy smooth texture!

She gulped, and then gulped again, realizing that swatting her behind raw was extremely arousing to him. This whole miserable wretched dire situation of hers was exciting him tremendously!

“Like what you see slave? I think you do…” Sniggering, he took hold of his penis, she studied how his tapered and long fingers wrapped around the shaft, in a tight hold, how he stroked it slowly up and down, swiping with his thumb at the pre-cum, he covered the glans in a circular motion then went for another rub down to the base, and up again, to finally let go stating “9.5 inches all yours slave... “

He chuckled wickedly when her breath hitched, after she panted, then gasped. So she was right when in her assessment when she first saw him! She thought he was way above average then, now he’s telling her he’s 9.5! Oh holy mother of all that is freaking holy! The wizard is fully loaded! Isn’t he encumbered by this. …Anaconda?!!

How does he walk with this thing between the legs? Bloody hell! If the wizarding world had something similar to ‘The Guinness World Records’, he’d win the largest penis category, having the upper hand…or upper appendage rather!

His heavy shaft hit his brick like wall of abdominal muscles, with the distinctive resonance of ample heavy flesh thud against skin. She was fascinated when, after the first contact, his penis tipped down, then moved up again then simply stilled vertically, back to its original position.

She closed her eyelids; her cheeks were as much blood engorged as his bloody -right!- penis. Beneath her lashes, she sneaked a peek, trailing the thumb of his hand, the same hand that handled his cock; her eyes widened when it touched her parted lips.

Her nostrils fluttered and dilated, scenting the musky aroma of pheromone, sex, and Voldemort. The natural lubricant afforded his digit the luxury to slide unhindered on her plump lips, his order was uttered in a husky, almost indiscernible tone of voice “Open slave”.

Open her mouth she did! All was forgotten, the image of the Dark Lord rubbing his penis roughly, less than a foot from her face was obliterating all of her senses, pain and soreness in her posterior included. It replaced all of her agony, and sparked forgotten tingles in her clitoris.

His thumb traipsed over her upper and lower lips, rotating once, then he pushed his digit into her mouth, and rubbed her tongue, leaving the pungent and tangy taste on her papillae.

Withdrawing his thumb, he inserted his index with “Taste me slave”, she licked and sucked and swirled her tongue around it, like it was a lollipop, and the three digits left were introduced into her voracious oral opening, one after another. She bathed his fingers and cleansed them, relishing the taste, oblivious to what she was doing. She instinctually followed her senses, savoring his spicy flavor, and musky aroma, tasting him on her tongue, soft palate, upper esophagus and epiglottis.

“Good pet, Master will reward his gorgeous slave later…here…a sample of your reward…lick my cock…” enticing her, his alluring lewdly erotic words uttered in husky low baritone, he moved to stand closer to her face, his hard penis was she thought looking even more erect, thick, if that was at all possible, noticing now why the bench was way lower than customary, his crotch was barely higher than her mouth, and standing directly before her, he didn’t have to bend his knees or step on tip-toes.

“You like sucking my cock, don’t you? … I promise you…pet, you will be rewarded with this treat…a lot if you are a good girl “ He chuckled arrogant and attractive, enticing her.

“Here’s… a lick as an appetizer …to motivate my superb, perfect cock worshipping slave…” While speaking he took his penis in his hand, and swirled his engorged glans on her lips, like it was a lipstick or rouge, then holding it at the base, he tapped its heavy weight to her cheeks, the thudding sound was equal to the stinging pain she felt, it actually hurt like a slap, yet her brain translated the sting into an electrifying shot that went directly to her clitoris and made it pulsate with each meaty contact!

Soothing her heated cheeks, after a couple of more phallic slaps on both cheeks, he rubbed his diamond hard member gently on her face, leaving trails of pre-cum, he tapped her lips with its wet purplish glans, letting her evaluate how heavy it is, then he ordered her with deeply intoned and lustful pitch,

“Lick it…suck the head pet…see how it is weeping for you?… Swallow Master’s precum … good slave”

Hermione was unable to move, all she could do was follow his instructions, his undulating tone, and jerking hips, mesmerizing her already addled mind, the vulgarly crude though still erotic vocabulary he was unleashing on her sense of propriety, started her vaginal rain season again. She was to her utter astonishment aroused beyond reason by his bawdy ’cock-slave’ rather than outraged, if her vaginal contractions were any indication!

She was in stimuli overload state. Amid her aching rear, oral fixation, which she was discovering at this precise moment in time, his dirty talk, and mind fucking, the contradictory signals sent to her brain, made it impossible for her to distinguish between the pleasurable and unpleasant sensations. Thus, like all human brains work, and seek to keep the safety, balance and emotional comfort of our being, hers decided to discard the distasteful, for the pleasurable signals, because it was its inherent function to do so.

“Yes pretty one …suck my dick…you will worship it …your lips look wonderful around my cock... how beautiful you look…with my shaft in your mouth…take it all the way into your throat ...my pet…”

With every uttered command he was shoving his member deeper in her mouth, until she merely gagged at his last order, unable to move as she was, he held her head steady between his hands, aligned it for easier penetration and rocked his hips, thrusting into her mouth, and he shoved it, balls deep, into her throat, and kept hold of her head, not allowing her to retreat until she choked, while timing her breathing, between her exhale and inhale.

He wanted to train her respiration, to make her control her apnea, to withstand longer periods of time without inhaling, she will need it, since she is going to do lots of deep-throating from now on. He grinned wickedly excited by her striking image, her drooling, glistening lips wrapped around his thick cock base, nearly stretched to bursting at the seams, stuffed mouth, nose tickled by his pubic hair, he caressed her throat, trying to feel his bulging dick through her skin.

“Shush little pretty witch…don’t panic… breathe from your nose pet…now ..worship your Master’s cock… again …open wide…Fuck…you drive Master crazy with your mouth, little one…”

He was thrusting again and again deep and slow, explaining with breathless hoarse tone what he was going to do, what he wanted her to do, “Master will want you to deep throat his cock…most of the time slave. I will fuck your throat so deep slave you are going to feel my dick in your vagina…that’s it witch …take it all in…look at those beautiful tears…swallow around it …pretty pet…again…Yes you are good…my Good…good pretty pet…”

Her watery-eyes, a normal result of the pressure her sinuses and esophagus were receiving did not bother her anymore, she was getting used to the feeling of being out of air, her nasal region pressurized, and the gag reflex was getting less and less frequent. Merlin he could choke a witch to death with his penis, she quivered, and to her utter amazement not from fear or disgust, the tingling, throbbing, itching in her clitoris was more and more regular every time she was in contact with the wizard and his huge throttling tool!

The fluttering contractions, in her quivering vaginal walls, spasming womb muscles, uncontrollable shivers in her warm sodden core, were now an intrinsic reaction to his sexual and erotic stimulation, even her burning backside enhanced her arousal in a way she couldn’t fathom, and he was still addressing her with his silky wicked tempting guttural pitch, making sure to turn her on with his filthy expressions, which she couldn’t deny was as stirring as hell coming from his mouth.

“Enough slave…I do not want to cum now…. clean my shaft and balls…good girl…when I finish your penalty … don’t worry little one ….you will have ample time to worship Master’s cock … to thank your Master for disciplining you…but not today…”

The Dark Lord was having a blast; his little pet was progressing beyond his wildest expectations, now more than ever. With all the pain he inflicted upon her, and she was still going through, he smelled her arousal, witnessed her leaking juices, and noticed how she eagerly sucked his dick, without any hesitation, trying to accommodate him into her wet, hot and narrow throat to please him! His dazzling pet!

Yes, like all men, being given a blow-job was most sought after, but as a dominant his pet must worship his cock. It is a want that she revered it, a need, and a must to recognize the honor of servicing him! He will train her , to crave his dick in any of her gorgeous body’s orifices, but more so her mouth, throat. Yes, definitely!

He grinned viciously decadent, hearing and feeling her pants and moans, on the verge of panicking, the vibrating undulations hitting his sheathed penis with the most delicious sensations, pulling harshly at her hair, he thought inwardly, he wants her to delight in his rough handling, his cum, just like he hungers after all of her, because he is already addicted to her taste.

His little pet was so engrossed eating his cock, and forgetting about her smarting lovely ass, or maybe because of the pain, she was abdicating, since he did not hold back on his forceful strikes. He knew the power of his smacks was translated into an exceptionally painful experience for her, yet she is excited and aroused, but that was the beauty of it, wasn’t it? He chuckled pitilessly. He is proving her masochistic predisposition. She will be breathtaking in her pain, and pleasure, his slave, pet, Queen.

Aside from knowing how brutally ruthless and excruciatingly painful this treatment was going to feel on her adorable ass, for this reason, he also did not want to use any of his impact toys in this circumstance, because he wanted to instill in her mind the pain/pleasure associated with said instruments, not as tool of punishment, but of enjoyment, even through pain.

He will keep his belt as a chastisements’ tool for the time being, if corporal ones are required, but his whips, canes, floggers and all the rest, which she will make friends with soon, will only serve for his pleasure in her pain as part of her pleasure as well.

But first things first, wanting to use this unexpected progress of hers, to introduce her to the more kinky side of him, he wanted to test her and see if she will rim him or not, because he will require this service from his slave, he loves being rimmed, especially during deep throat sessions, or rather when he will be fucking her mouth, another vicious grin adorned his pleased features at the thought, he will teach her anyway, this last consideration widened the grin into a rapacious smile.

He stepped his right foot up on the upper edge of the bench, pushing his pelvis up to her face, displaying his genitals and anus for her, while directing her face towards his testicles and anus and giving her easy entrance to where he wanted her to wriggle her tongue next. He drawled softly, looking into her bulging shocked and in the same time lascivious eyes.

“Good girl. …Clean my balls…perineum too… rim my asshole, here let me make it easier for you to reach… your tongue is the only appendage allowed to touch my asshole pretty slave, not even your fingers are to go near it…you will be required to rim me sometimes …feel Master in your throat pet….Ahhh yes …you feel so good around me girl….Fuckkk… ”

What was she doing? Could she be this kinky? Merlin! She is licking his anus! What was it he said? rimming him? But he did this to her too, he rimmed her the first time he made her cum, Oh Isis! Is she this much of a dissolute trollop? Oh Astarte’s freaking arse! Her vulva is soaked and she ‘s feeling her downpour drenching her thighs and reaching her bent knees, and for sure her juices are now dribbling and pooling on the ledge of the bench! She couldn’t see, but she felt how drenched she was. And to think she is not even feeling her smarting buttocks, no rephrase, her painful behind is adding to her arousal, oh Merlin’s staff! she wants to cum bad.

Her mind was going through one thought after another at lightening speed, while her tongue deftly went around his stiff hairless testicles, licking her drool and his preseminal fluids, reaching his perineum, and finally the puckered rosette and muscles of his outer sphincter. With the tip of her tongue testing herself, she licked around it in circular motion, when she heard him talk about what was allowed to touch his anus.

She by some still sober part in the frontal lobe of her brain realized he was getting her in a subliminal state of mind! His mind fuckery, dirty talk, smutty words and perverted fornication were fanning the debauched embers of her subconscious desires, where she sought oblivion from all the traumatic events that occurred in the last five days, after her coming back from the realm of Morpheus.

What nagged in the back of her mind is a recurrent idea of how she could be aroused by the pain that he inflicted up her smarting backside! Let Alone that she was really stimulated by how much power he was giving her, upon his person! Maybe not intentionally, but with every flick of her tongue, with every swirl, lick and wiggle, she was sending him into a frenzy, just like when she performed fellatio! Now rimming him is having the same result, so as much as he was all-powerful and mighty, she has got her weapons too!

She wasn’t helpless or weak or powerless! Her obedience is allowing her a margin of control! Thus her submission is making him keel over into his own needs! Paradoxically his dominance of her is empowering her! She needs to ponder thoroughly this breakthrough. She read a couple of books about Bondage Discipline Sadism and Masochism or BDSM, but they were lacking at best, and she was not sure she understood correctly the concept, she should ask him to give her some books about the subject if he is into such lifestyle, and she would bet her burning ass on it that he is!

She was, at this moment, enthusiastic about her discovery, and hence putting it to the test, she tried to shove her tongue inside him. At first she was apprehensive about all the hygiene issues, but since he smells like he just took a shower with all that lemon and sandalwood aroma he exudes from every pore, her anxiety was mitigated, his almost purring left a subconscious smile on her face, how cool is that, making Lord I-am-a-kinky-hunk Voldemort purr. He’s giving Crookshanks a run for his money!

The idea of having the Dark Lord grumbling, rumbling, grunting, even if for a second, was an aphrodisiac for her cerebral stimulation’s need, alongside her physical one! The thought alone made her vaginal muscles clamp like she was climaxing, almost, and her fluids returned to the monsoon’s season again!

She moaned loudly, in protest or relief, she couldn’t ascertain, when next His Kinkiness retreated, forcing her to stop. He bent down and kissed her voraciously, brutally, holding her head in his big hands, invading her mouth and shoving his tongue against hers, and then like it started the violently wanton kiss ended with a line of saliva connecting their sopping lips when he withdrew, and was broken when he stood up, breathing deep from his nose less slits, nostrils flaring, in a rumbling deep tone, he uttered,

“Let’s finish with this punishment…and get to the rewards…”

The lashing started again, he took his time between each belt-lash, letting the pain sink deeply in her flesh and her mind, with the pleasure of his fingers caressing her vulva, barely touching her aching clitoris, the pain he made sure equaled the pleasure in time and intensity, so that the censorial signals interpreted by her brain would be as much confusing that by now, reciprocally, one enhanced and escalated the other.

He wanted her to be ready to cum, when he fucked her, twisting her mind to cognize the initial penetration pain as more pleasure. If her wet cunt could speak, he’s sure it would scream she was ready.

Hermione at this point in time, couldn’t make heads or tails of what her overtaxed brain was trying to synthesize, and recognize! Her overburdened nervous system almost done for, her overexcited sensory cells were sending uninterrupted contradictory signals, overloading her thalamus and cortex, which in turn were overflowing into her limbic system. The three parts frayed amid pleasure and pain, the dichotomy was so tenuous, it started to blur between agonizing pleasures then switch to enjoyable pain, with each touch of his relentless torturing fingertips, burning craters in her already melting butts’ searing flesh.

Her pants and moans went crescendo when the tip of his tongue bathed her bottom with his soothing saliva until spikes of fire generated by his dug fingers into both separated cheeks, her median revealed her puckered anus to his plowing tongue, probing wet appendage, circling, rotating, soothing coaxing her to open and welcome another member, thicker bigger and absolutely more overwhelming.

“Amazing My Slave… Now that you have taken your punishment, now you should know you are forgiven for your misdeed, it is forgotten and done with. The air is now clear between us. Now I want to have my way with you and claim you as my own, I will take another one of your holes’ virginity now pet…and fill it with my seed …”

“Please …I have never …had… sex …before…” Breathless His slave panted her plea

“I know and I will be your first and only, I am going to claim your ass sweet witch…” He smirked, tender yet implacably determined.

Her breath hitched and she squeaked “ You …going to …sodomize… me?”

The Dark Lord’s debauched silky chuckle, deep and rich with echoing implicit promises of sinfully blissful ecstasy, subjugated her fuzzy mind, his naked body covered her whole back, he whispered while licking inside her ear, before he retread down where his attention was required.

“ Sodomize seems such a crass word for this special moment we are about to share slave…. And make no mistake it is going to happen, you can fight me, and I will tear my way inside you, or you can cooperate and the pain will only last a while…”

With every word he uttered, he was tonguing her sphincter, while he inserted one finger, after soaking it with her juices, then another, preparing her burning rear virgin entrance, with scissoring motion, when he went all three knuckles deep, retreating to add a 3^rd finger, and thrust slowly in and out of her.

The witch was breathless and torn between screaming at him to stop, or pleading with him to continue; since she did not know which hand of his was where. His left hand kept working her vagina entrance and clit, massaging her labia minora, while his right hand was stretching her back entrance to accommodate his impossible size.

Said impossible tool was now being rubbed between her nether labium, and smeared with her vaginal natural lubricants, the glans fractioning her clit, she mewled, whimpered, when she felt his penis pushing the ring of muscles, forcing it to stretch to fit the glans girth.

She involuntarily clinched against him, and he felt her resistance, but continued to press as he spoke “ You are taking the difficult path slave, by clinching I will tear your flesh, relax and let me in, or it will go worse for you, the choice is yours, I am coming in…3,2,1”

'Oh Holy Mother of all freaking deities, I am unable to relax, damn it! But I need to, because he is going to fuck my ass no matter what, the bastard Asshole!'

He pressed into her, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as his glans gained purchase, ignoring her moans of pain and discomfort. He rocked in slowly and steadily, an inch in, half an inch out, an inch in, half an inch out, deeper and deeper.

Another forceful push made her cry out, the burning in her backside intensifying, and paradoxically with it the throbbing of her clit, and involuntary contractions of her vagina. The unbearable pain that shot through her rectum and after up her spine made her scream, while her sodomist shushed her, circling her clit with his fingers.

He pushed deeper, agonizingly unhurriedly, making her feel every inch after another, splitting her in two, she was squirming, trying to flee the pain, but tethered as she was, she couldn’t but feel his thrusting heavy member, impaling her literally, until with a sudden fast and vigorous plunge, his testicles hit her lower cheeks, pitching the breath out of her lungs with a pained cry.

“Shush little one …soon … you will be begging me to fuck you harder…” he began slowly moving in and out with long strokes, his hands were massaging her arched spine, and next he started to move gaining momentum, and depth, his right hand doing miraculous magic on her clitoris, the other left hand untied the straps holding her chest and cupped her left breast, fondling it.

Rubbing her small rosy nubs, pinching, circling until her nipple became turgid and achingly sensitive, he plucked, twisted, pinched on both upper and lower nubs, persistently, she was by now moaning, totally submerged in the kaleidoscope of vibrations wracking her body with, contradictory commotions of ecstatic shivers and wincing jabs of soreness, he kept on speaking to her, murmuring his dirty speech into her addled auditory canal, adding fuel to her carnal fire.

“Yes…pet…take me in…feel my cock…Ahhh…stretching you…you feel amazing around my cock, your body is made for me, and my pleasure, you will …not cum until… I permit you to…pretty witch…oh fuck …you are so …tight… hot…. yes…take all of me witch…I am going to fill you with my cum soon, claiming your hole with my seed.”

She was overstuffed, utterly, completely filled; the soreness did not disappear but the clinching muscles of her vaginal walls, combined with his fingers’ on her left nipple, and clitoris owing to the shared wall between the anus and G-Spot in the vagina made the indirect stimulation of the G-Spot or clitoral legs by his penis, almost intolerable, his fingers working in tandem, drove her insane with excruciating ecstasy, and she did not reach her peak yet!

Spreading the inferno deeper into her vagina, clitoris, and rectum; all in synch, a torture team, to drive her insane with agonizing delight, and burning discomfort, which again amplified the pleasure, she was flooded, and flooding.

His thrusts became faster, deeper, he was now slamming into her sore rump, his left hand relinquished the hold on her breast, and wrapped around her brown disheveled ringlets, his fist tight, he jerked her head back, forcing her body into a fixed concave curvature, with no give, her bottom lifted up, due to her position, to meet his pounding phallus.

He pulled harder on her hair; right hand’s digits dancing over her soaked nether orifice, twisting and plucking her pulsating ‘precious pearl’, her panting sobs, and moans and whimpers, inciting him to plunge deeper into her extended anal entrance, he moved his hips in a circular motion, widening her all the more, her painful shriek mixed with a delighted cry.

He repeated the process, thrust in, out, and rotate, Hermione now was a continuous moaning entity of slobber, he was keeping her on edge, not letting her find her release, not touching her rigid and unsheathed clitoris, simply caressing, ghosting over the clitoral hood, she was driven mad with want.

“ Please ….sir …I need…please touch me…”

“What you need my slave? Where ?”

“Please I need to cum….please…touch …me”

“ You will cum when I allow it and not before, tell me where …you want me to touch you ?”

“Arghhh…please…touch…my…clitoris…”

“You.Will.Not.Cum.Until.I.Tell.You.to.”

He punctuated every word, with a deep long thrust, he pounded deeper, faster and harder into her, pushing the oxygen out of her lungs, and for a wild moment she really thought his penis clumped her throat, panting for air, he was everywhere, hands touching, fingers rubbing, lips on her neck and cheeks, phallus invading and piercing her untouched anus until he branded her from the inside, as his, her chaotic mind was shutting down, she was a raw mass of exposed nerves, waiting to burn up, and out!

The Dark Lord was testing the last remnants of his self-control, his balls twitched and contracted, rigidly mounting into his scrotum, the underside of his cock started to feel intensified pleasure, signaling that his climax is upon him, he knew from the tingles in his prostate, and under his perineum, he couldn’t delay his climax and ejaculation any longer, twisting and pinching her clitoris, almost painfully he ordered in a rumble “ Cum with Master slave”.

As if in synchronized timing, the grunts of the towering wizard, behind the petite witch were breathed out with her throaty moans, in unison, both shivering, quivering, sweat layered in a sheen film on their skin flushed. Breathing harsh, he wrapped his sturdy arms around her tiny waist, shoving his snake like face into her neck and damp hair strands, licking, and kissing, and sucking, fondling her breast softly and mumbling words of praise “ Good girl…my dazzling voluptuous slave” while they were still connected in the most intimate of ways, his softening penis still inside her, his cum oozing and mixing on her inner thighs, with her own lubricating fluids, their post-coital sensual mist cosseting both in a tender moment of gratification.
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