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The Head Girl of Gryffindor	By : Mita Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 73901 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any profit from the writing of this story. I do not condone or exhibit the behaviour exhibited by characters in this fiction: this is harmless fantasy.

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The Headmaster

When the train began to near Hogsmeade, Hermione knew she would soon need to meet with the other prefects in the forward compartment. Sighing in resignation at feeling uncomfortable around others, she stood and reached into her trunk for her headwear and gloves. Ron looked up from his latest game with Harry and made a sound of remembrance. “Oh, right, time to go up. Sorry, Harry.” He shrugged and grabbed his own gloves and mask from his bag, then stood and turned to open the door. Hermione followed him out, promising Harry they’d meet after arriving in the Great Hall.
Together Ron and Hermione walked to the front of the train, meeting another two prefects on their way. They entered the first car to find most of the prefecture had already arrived, though some were still missing. Malfoy turned when they entered, and smirked when he saw her. Ron saw him looking in their direction and scowled back. “Leave it, Ron,” she said, and he turned away, crossing his arms.
They took their seats in the large, open car and waited the last few minutes until arrival at the station in quiet, scattered conversation. Hermione noticed a popular topic was the new uniforms, which were on full display in the room. Golden yellow cotton, with sleek black and white pelts for the Hufflepuffs; a rich blue wool with copper ornaments for the Ravenclaws; dark green silk, shinning black leather, and silver buckles for the Slytherins; bloody drapes of deep crimson linen and rugged brown furs for the Gryffindors.
Half the group already wore their matched gloves and House headgear, which seemed to be a variety of animal masks to cover their faces. Hermione saw a Slytherin boy with a gleaming silver half-mask with studded emerald snake eyes. Next to him, a girl sported a set of wicked looking snake fangs over her nose and mouth. Across the room, another girl in a particularly elaborate blue and copper uniform wore an entire headdress of bluish black feathers and a long copper beak mask over her face, while her nearest male companion wore an upper half-mask with the beak covering his nose only. The Hufflepuffs wore similar, black half-masks shaped like badger faces, with the girl’s covering her mouth and the boy’s covering his eyes.
“Blimey, these new uniforms are rather excessive, don’t you think?” Hermione overheard the Ravenclaw boys near to her speaking. The girls he spoke to nodded and looked around. Hermione noticed that none of the girls wearing the masks seemed to be speaking aloud.
She looked down at her own mask: a full coverage, shinning golden likeness of a grimacing lioness, with large round rubies set as the eyes, and brown leather straps. The inside was lined in soft black fabric, which she knew was comfortable against the skin. She lifted the mask to her face.
Unlike the previous night, it came to life in her hands, jumping from her fingers to cover her shocked expression. She felt the straps snake around and over her head and pull together firmly, and a heavy fur mane materialized out from the edges of the mask to cover her head like a hood, completing the transformation.
Darkness had overtaken her vision the moment the mask touched her face, but Hermione now saw a familiar red light glowing behind her lids. Opening her eyes, she could once again see the world as though through a window pane of red glass, with blurred edges and areas of sharp focus scattering the light.
She saw Ron shifting next to her, examining her new headwear. “Can you see through that, Hermione? Bloody thing looks like it’s really uncomfortable. Though you do look brilliant, in a scary way.”
Hermione tried to answer, but the moment she opened her mouth, she felt a soft protrusion push in past her lips. Shocked, she lifted her hands to her face, and felt nothing but the smooth carving of lions’ teeth beneath her fingers. Nonetheless, the shape continued to push into her mouth until it was reaching into her throat. She rubbed it experimentally with her tongue: it felt soft yet unyielding, not unlike the cocks she’d been recently acquainted with. Her tongue continued to massage the phallus -- ‘mask-cock’, she dubbed mentally — and it twitched and stiffened slightly.
“Hermione? Did you hear me? Can you see?” Hermione twitched her head up to look into Ron’s face again, and nodded while gently sucking on the mask-cock. Ron smiled and looked away, appeased. Hermione mentally slumped, grateful for his inattentiveness. Though this new development was not as repugnant as she might have once felt, it was embarrassing to be so caught off guard in front of her good friend.
Casting her sheltered gaze around the room while contemplating the fleshy lollipop currently occupying her mouth, Hermione wondered if she was the only one hiding a secret.
After a few minutes of sucking, slurping and sliding, Hermione felt the mask-cock grow sharply in size and firmness. She now found herself grateful her face was not perceptible to those around her, as her eyes had rolled back slightly and she moaned silently in her throat as she tried to suck harder around the growing mass.
It continued to stretch in length and diameter until her mouth was held open at its widest and she could no longer feel the ‘head’ far down in her throat. Shortly after reaching this size, it pulsed, and Hermione briefly felt her stomach filling with a warm liquid.
She swayed gently on her feet, trying rub her thighs together but prevented by the short bar joining them together. She felt heat rising in her pussy and could do nothing about it here, as bound and in public as she was.
She discreetly adjusted her cloak and dress to brush her golden nipples repeatedly while she clenched with her ass and groaned silently around the mask-cock. Her anus spasmed around the conduit, and she felt her clit pulse with heat, but could find no relief.
Slowly the mask-cock shrank in size to its original dimensions and semi-firmness, leaving her jaw relaxed, but her mouth still decidedly full. Around this time, Hermione noticed the train had begun to slow, and other prefects were looking more alert, ready to begin their usual duties upon arrival.

When they disembarked from the train, two other adults (unfamiliar to Hermione) waited with Hagrid. Both men had light hair and dark expressions. When the prefects alighted onto the platform, they spoke first.
“Male prefects will gather the students of your house excepting the first years, who will go with Mr. Hagrid. Female prefects will follow me to the castle for an advance meeting with the Headmaster regarding new duties around the castle,” the taller man spoke loudly, sneering at Hagrid when he spoke of him, and eyeing one of the nearest Ravenclaw prefect girls with a look that may have been either lustful or malicious.
Hermione turned and nodded at Ron when he gave her a questioning glance, then proceeded forward down the platform after the glowering man with the other girls.
The long walk to the castle — the man insisted they were not to take the carriages — left Hermione aching and hot, and willing to do almost anything for release from the confinements of her uniform. However the moment they entered through the main doors into the entrance hall, Hermione forgot her feelings of discomfort when she saw the Headmaster standing on the lowest step, waiting for them.
Severus Snape. Former potions professor, Head of Slytherin, murderer of Albus Dumbledore. Now holding court over a staff of Death Eaters and sympathizers, giving free reign over the running of the school.
Hermione knew she should hate him. But one look, and all she felt was hunger. Need. An all-consuming desire to please.
She gasped around the mask-cock still in her mouth, and wobbled on her tired legs. This feeling was stronger than even the one she’d felt when she wrapped her lips around Mr. Vixenwor’s leaking prick, while under the effects of the unnamed potion.
Please let me serve him, she briefly thought, before the Headmaster unclasped his hands and opened his mouth to speak.
“Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts, prefects.” He paused, and Hermione stood impossibly straighter. “You will undoubtedly have noticed changes to your usual routine, beginning with your uniforms, titles and duties. Changes will continue into your curriculum as well. Instructions will begin tomorrow. This evening I merely wanted to impress upon you the importance of obeying orders—“ he said slowly and deliberately while he looked at each face before him, “—that are given to you, for the safety and health of yourselves and the students around you. Am I perfectly clear?”
Every head before him nodded, none spoke.
“Good. Starting with the youngest, you shall proceed to individual meetings with your direct superiors, as you are called. Mr. Gorsick,” he pointed to the grim-faced man, “has the list.” He turned and walked smoothly up the stairs, before turning a corner and disappearing from view. Hermione’s eyes had not left his form until the last flutter of his sweeping robes was out of sight. Now that he was gone, she felt a vague sense of sadness overcome her previous burning desire to please.
“Chelsea Hornbeam,” called the man, Mr. Gorsick. One of the smaller girls, dressed in cheery yellow, stepped forward. “You’ll be reporting to Professor Carrow. I assume you know the way to the Head of Hufflepuff’s office?”
The girl nodded. “You may go then. Edwina Fenflower, report to Professor Yaxley, offices of the Head of Ravenclaw. Tracey Davis, report to Professor Malfoy in his office in the dungeons...”
Hermione waited her turn, absentmindedly sucking on the mask-cock while absorbing the new staff changes. Death Eaters as Heads of House? What were they all in for?
“...Hermione Granger, report to the Headmaster in his office...” Hermione nodded and kept her head down submissively as she walked past him to the stairs. The conduit was heavy in her ass as she struggled to climb several steps of stairs with a tightly arched back and somewhat limited vision.
She reached the gargoyle outside the Headmaster’s office and stopped before it, realizing she didn’t know the password, nor could she have spoken it if she had. She decided to wait patiently, and stood next to the arch with her head down and hands clasped before her.
Several minutes later, the gargoyle jumped to life and the stairs began to climb. She looked around briefly, seeing no one, then stepped carefully onto the ascending stairway. After a moment she reached the top and stood before the Headmaster’s door. She reached up and knocked tentatively.
“Enter.”
Hermione took a breath and pushed open the door. The office seemed much the same, although she spent only a brief moment looking around before she shuddered and gasped around the mask-cock at the renewed burning need that assuaged her once again. She snapped her head up to look into Snape’s face, and saw him looking at her impassively, as difficult to read as he had always been.
“Kneel before you fall over, girl.”
Hermione sank gratefully to her knees in the empty space before the desk where he sat, hands steepled before him. Her obeisance rewarded her with a sharp blush of heat in her centre, and she sucked hard on the mask-cock as it swept over her.
“Firstly, hold out your wand.” Hermione blushed lightly and reached between her breasts to pull out her wand which had been tucked down into her belt between them. She hadn’t found a better way of carrying it with her new uniform. Snape merely raised a brow before palming his own wand and pointing at her face. Her mask instantly vanished, cock and all, and re-appeared on his desk. She flexed her jaw in relief.
“You will keep silent unless commanded otherwise. Raise your wand, and repeat after me.” Hermione positively simpered at receiving a direct order from this man, and listened attentively.
“I, Hermione Granger, do swear on my magic to never reveal the secrets of my master, Severus Snape, and to obey all his commands as I am able.” Hermione repeated the oath, heat burning hotter in her ass with each word. Her wand glowed briefly.
“Will you, Hermione Gramger, forfeit your magic and your life, if you shall fail in your duties to the school and to your master?” He asked.
“I- I will.”
He glared at her pointedly, and she ducked her head. “I will, Master.”
He considered her for a moment, then nodded. “Good. Now hand me your wand. You no longer require it.” He summoned her wand from her hand, and Hermione felt a chill pierce the heat pumping through her veins. Without her wand, she was truly defenceless.
“Now, you are here to discuss your new— position in this school.” His dark eyes looked down his nose at her, sneering slightly. “To begin, you are no longer Head Girl of Hogwarts, but Head Girl of Gryffindor. You have 3 other peers in similar appointments, one for each house. I addition to being held as an example for the younger students, your new duties will include servicing the needs of the staff and your deserving peers when required. You will continue to attend classes but in a modified capacity due to your recent and upcoming anatomical adaptations.
“Did Vixenwor explain your new dietary requirements to you?”
“Yes, Master.” Hermione nodded again, gaze fixed on the floor.
“To what extent?”
“Master Vixenwor explained I wouldn’t need to eat normal food anymore, but that I will need a regular supply of.... of semen instead. He said you would... provide that, Master.”
“Indeed. An over-simplification. Mr. Vixenwor neglected to mention that without this supply, you will lose the ability to wield any magic and slowly wither away into weakness. In addition, the samples must be procured from impeccable sources, namely pureblood wizards. Power and age will increase the potency, but a similar boost in effectiveness can be achieved by sheer volume, if necessary. I have taken the liberty of securing several outside stable sources for you. You have have noticed the feeding function of your new headwear?” She nodded. “I have charmed the samples to be channeled directly to the mask’s member for your convenient consumption. Wear your mask at all times when in the castle and not engaged with other duties or sleeping, and you shall not go hungry.”
“Yes, Master.”
“As for your duties themselves, we shall begin with the simplest: you will present yourself to me at the staff table at meals, where you will be seated by my side. Breakfast is mandatory, I will advise regarding lunch and dinner. You will wear your mask to meals.”
Hermione looked up, surprised. She would be sitting next to the Headmaster at meals? Every day?
“When you are not needed at the head table, you will be dismissed to the highest ranking male prefect in your house for the remainder of the meal time. You will do as they command.”
Hermione wiggled against her bindings. She was staring now at the Headmaster’s hands. “Yes, Master.”
“You will attend class as usual according to your schedule, mask on at all times. No speaking is permitted by female prefecture during classes or between classes in the halls. In the evenings you will check in with your house’s ranking male prefect, then report to me here in my office. Any questions?”
“Several, Master.”
“You may ask, but only for this evening. Any speaking without permission will be punished.” He leaned back in his chair and stared at her expectantly.
Hermione fought against her burning body to think. She wanted to ask about the war, about Voldemort and about Harry, but her mind and emotions were bound by the potions she had imbibed, and she could only think of the pain and pleasure she was feeling.
“What does this- this thing in me do?”
“The conduit in your rectum has been created for the purpose of binding your magical core to that of its creator. It absorbs sexual energy and allows, through the use of certain rituals, the creation of magical power which can be channeled by its master without a wand.”
“Who is the creator?”
“I am, Miss Granger. Vizenwor crafted and charmed it according to my specifications. The conduit currently buried inside your ass was designed by myself, modelled after my own cock, and reliant on my commands.”
Hermione moaned aloud, eyes wide at hearing such words from her former potions professor. The monstrous conduit currently splitting her open was a replica of his cock.
Oh my god, she thought.
“The vaginal cradle is designed to keep you pure for the purposes of a breeding ritual we have planned for you. You will use only your mouth to service your betters.”
“Am I the only one with one, Master?” For some reason, Hermione wanted no one else to have the privilege of feeling her Master’s cock buried inside them.
“This exact conduit, yes. Your female peers have varying purp— duties this year. It is not your place to know, and I will hear no more of it. Obey your superiors: that is your only concern.”
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.” She paused. “May I ask one more question?”
“You may.”
“Can I serve you— now?” She placed her hands on the floor and bent forward, bowing before him, eyes on the floor. “Please, Master. I would very much like to please you.”
Above her, dark eyes glittered and his cool mask became a smirk. “I suppose, if you must be such a harlot, I had better take advantage before you’re indisposed later. However, such behaviour marks the end of questions, and requires punishment. Stand, slave.”
Hermione lifted herself off the ground and stood proudly before Snape, eyes still downcast, but chest out and arms at her sides. The Headmaster let his eyes roam down her robed form, before absently flicking his wand and vanishing her robes. She stood before him in her mantle and boots, chains still painfully arching her back and pulling up her breasts by her sore, red nipples.
Another silent motion, and he vanished the cuffs and chain joining her thighs. “Now that you’re in my service, I trust you will not need the added protection against... unwanted attention. You will continue to obey me in regards to leaving your remaining restraints intact. You will not touch try to touch yourself, though nothing will come of it if you were to succeed.”
He stood and moved to stand before her, looking down and grasping one breast. He examined it as though she were produce at a market, making soft noises of approval and pinching her soft skin. He tugged her nipple bar and she hissed. He slid his hand down her back, along the posture chain, until he grasped the protruding conduit firmly and pushed.
Hermione groaned loudly. “Mmmm mmm, oh please Master. Please let me please you, I’ll do anything.”
“Anything? Why should I believe you when you continue to speak out of turn?”
“Please, Master, anything. It feels so good to please you, and nothing I do seems to...”
“—Yes, you’ll be unable to reach climax as you are. It’s a side effect of the enchanted stone embedded in your clitoris. I do believe I can find a way around that, however I see no reason so far why I should,” he raised his brows suggestively. “Have you already made use of your new skills?”
“Yes. Master Vixenwor made me suck his cock at the store. Then Master Draco Malfoy had me suck his cock, and Crabbe and Goyles’ on the train. Then— then he relieved himself. In my mouth.”
A surprised pause. “Did you enjoy it, slut?” He continued pushing on the conduit, as she replied through her moans.
“Y—yes, Master. At first I was unsure, but it felt good to be of use to Master Draco. And I was so hungry...”
“Good.” He gave one final thrust before removing his hand. “We have another thirty minutes before the feast. I’d been planning on saving this potion for a later date, but you seem determined to do... anything.”
Hermione did her best to express her total agreement. She lowered her eyes to the floor, arched her back and leaned forward in a bow that tugged her chains and choked her, forcing her to hold her breath. The conduit tugged against her stretched sphincter.
Snape reached into his sleeve and removed a tiny yellow vial. He offered it to her, and she drank it without word. It was bitter and oily.
“If you have anything more to say to me, you had better do it now. You won’t be speaking again for some time. Such a pity.” He smirked down at her.
Hermione kept her eyes on the floor, her body vibrating with blinding, intoxicating pleasure. She thought over her words for a moment then spoke with a strained voice. “Only that I would do anything for you, Master. I need you to use me for any purpose you require. I’d be happy to die choking on your glorious cock in front of the whole school if you commanded it.”
Snape looked down in surprise at her, then broke into a rare smile as his cock twitched. “Very good, Mudblood. My potion was better tuned than even I imagined. You must be pre-disposed to humiliation and pain. How very fortunate for me.”
Hermione dipped her bow deeper, cutting into her neck, then rose. “I am fortunate you even look upon me, Master. I look forward to your next order, and the next, and the nex—“ her voice cut off, and she gasped and sputtered.
She reached up to grip her throat and cover her mouth. She felt her tongue in her mouth painlessly begin to peel away from her throat and grow in length. She tried to call out ‘what’s happening’, but only managed a watery gurgle and a moan.
As the growth of her tongue seemed to cease, she flexed it inquisitively. It seemed to start further back in her throat than she had ever felt before, and she could curl the tip over itself to reach down into her muscular passage, nearly a foot in. She stuck it out and saw it was split into two thin points, several inches long where they protruded from her mouth, much like a snake. The piercing remained at the base of the split. Further exploration revealed her molars had become smooth, rounded bumps in her gums.
Hermione closed her mouth and returned her arms to her sides.
“Does this distress you, slut?”
She shook her head no and bowed forward in another choking bow.
“Most surprising, once more. Very good.” He pointed his wand at her and muttered a quiet spell. She felt an itch in her fingers and looks down at her hands. Her fingers were stuck to each other, allowing her to make a fist, but not make delicate motions.
The headmaster reached into his desk drawer and produced a pair of furry mittens, with delicate looking, blunt claws, fashioned like a lion’s. He slipped them over her fists, and fastened them to her wrist cuffs.
“On your hands and knees before me, slave.”
Hermione dropped silently to all fours. She had to keep her head upright to avoid choking on the posture chain. Her ass and pussy were angled out for easy view, and her eyes were fixed to the huge bulge in the Headmaster’s dark robes.
“Firstly, your punishment for speaking without my permission.” He flicked his wand at her chest and her already tight nipple covers squeezed even tighter. She cried out quietly, tears forming in her eyes as the sharp ache became nearly unbearable.
“Now you will experience the magic of the conduit for yourself,” he said as he reached for his robe. Once pulled aside, Hermione watched his enormous cock —obviously magically enhanced— spring from confinement. It was many inches over a foot long, as thick as her arm and bobbing repeatedly before her face. Around the base was a heavy gold ring, supporting a fine silver net dotted with small emeralds, which cradled and displayed his heavy balls.
“It is made from my cock, charmed to it, so any stimulation of my cock will be channeled through it, building sexual energy and boosting my ejaculations with magic. I will benefit directly from increased magical stamina and power reserves.”
He stroked his cock with long slender fingers. “You will receive secondary benefits from my seed, allowing you to subside as my cock-sleeve indefinitely.”
Hermione moaned loudly and leaned down to touch her forehead to the floor. She wanted nothing else but to worship his cock day and night. She wiggled her hips and clenched her ass around the conduit as though it were the real thing.
Seeing her prone position, the headmaster reached again into his desk drawer and retrieved the final addition for the evening. A long, tawny furred tail with a soft tuft at the end. He neared the base of it to her offered behind and it magically joined with the golden cradle, just at the base of her spine. It partially obscured the large jutting green stone base of the conduit, nested in gold, which very obviously gaped her asshole. He activated the charm on the tail with a tap of his wand, and it came alive, responsive to the emotions sensed by the conduit. It started whipping back and forth aggressively.
He moved back to sit in the nearest armchair. His cock jutted impressively from his lap as he settled into the cushions.
Now he was facing her rear, with a clear view of her spread legs now adorned with an empathic tail. He stared appreciatively while stroking himself gently. “I will instruct you how you are to sit next to me in public while I am seated. When I stand to leave a room, you will take your current bowed position until I move away, then you may rise. Come here before me.”
Hermione lifted her head, then used her new paws to turn around and face him, never leaving the ground. She crawled forward into his outstretched hand, and he directed her to place her face inches from his pulsing cock. He pointed his wand down at her left wrist and her arm was tugged snug to the leg of the chair, pulling her down another inch. He repeated the spell with her other wrist, and her nose touched his tip when she was lurched off balance without the support of her arms.
In response, she began to scoot forward to take the strain off her abdominal muscles, but Snape stopped her with a hand. Another flick of his wand and she felt a jarring jolt on her clit as a short chain was conjured which fastened the ring to a mooring in the floor beneath her. This pulled her pelvis nearly to the floor, and forced her to arch her back and spread her bent legs as wide as she could. Her tail swept the floor enthusiastically.
Her chin was now resting in his lap, and his cock was grazing past her cheek, nudging her ear. She had only the smallest margin for movement.
“This is the position you will serve me in. Your wristbands will attach to any surface you rest them on, including each other, when enough sexual energy is stored in your conduit. When your clitoral ring comes within 3 inches of any floor, it will moor you to that spot until you are freed by a prefect or professor. Do be aware of this,” he slapped his cock against her face to punctuate his command.
“You will obviously not attempt to speak, and you will not squirm unnecessarily. I expect perfect public decorum at all times, no moaning and pumping the floor like the slut we all know you to be.” Another, hard slap of his cock. “Now put your mouth to its designated purpose.”
She gleefully opened her mouth, leaned back as much as she could to allow him to reposition, and sank forward again, plunging his entire massive length into her tight throat. The mushroomed head of his cock reached far down and popped gently past the muscular ring of her esophagus, and into her stomach, grasping it in place. Her nose rested comfortably against his pubic bone, and she smelled only his cock. The conduit in her ass suddenly pulsed with fire and electricity, and she yelled out around him.
Body and ass aflame, she curled her new dexterous tongue around his shaft, strangling it. The nimble tips reached out past her lips, snaking around his silver-clad balls in a tight grip and coming to rest against his taint, probing gently further. She sealed her lips in a vacuum and sucked firmly.
Snape moaned deeply, and gripped the back of her neck with his left hand. His mouth fell open, and he gasped “Good. Good slave. What a perfect little whore you are, my little kitten.”
Hermione felt warmed by the compliment. She pushed her tongue further out and pushed against his asshole.
“You may assume this position by default. When I am speaking, you will not move from this. Otherwise you will squeeze and fondle gently unless I press your neck forward like so.” He pushed her nose hard into his crotch, and she held her breath.
“Then you will suck me until I come into your cum-hole. You will not remove my cock from your mouth for any reason without permission.” He paused at length, until she felt her lungs burning for air. She did not pull away or squirm.
“Now show me how much you want to suck your master’s cock, my Mudblood slave.” He released his tight grip on her hair, and she sucked in a sharp breath through her nose.
Hermione flexed her throat muscles as her tongue went into action, grasping and circling his shaft. She circled the tip of her tongue around his clenched asshole a few times before pushing in and thrusting shallowly. Her newly changed muscle stretched far beyond her previous capacity as it gripped and slid along his flesh.
Snape’s head fell back and his eyes shut firmly.

After several minutes of soft slurping noises and encouraging sighs, a soft chime rang in the room, and Severus jerked his head back up, cursing. He looked down at the attractive young head in his lap, and the mouth into which his entire enlarged cock had comfortably slipped. If he decided to pump into her face aggressively, even her new larynx wouldn’t keep her from asphyxiating. He enjoyed the knowledge that he could choke her to death with a thrust of his hips, tightly bound against him and compelled as she was.
He felt a sharp tug of pleasure in his balls. Her earlier pronouncement of servitude and willingness to die publicly in such a manner for him left him feeling deeply satisfied with the outcome of his planning. The princess of Gryffindor was now his personal cock-sleeve and magical energy generator, and happy to be so.
He looked forward to introducing her to the Dark Lord soon. She would make an ideal candidate for their new program...
The chime ringed again, and the Headmaster sighed. He flicked his wand to release his slave from her moorings. “Release me from your mouth quickly when you are unbound. Normally you would resume your first kneeling position, however at this moment you will stand.” He pushed her off, and his cock-head popped free from her throat with a tug. Her tongue slipped from his ass and unwound from his balls. His dick slid from her mouth with a heavy wet slurp. She moved back slightly, and pressed her forehead to the floor as he stood and moved around her. Once he had passed, she stood gingerly and turned to face him, head down.
Severus checked the clock and muttered irritatedly. His cock was still swinging heavily against his thighs, wet and pulsing. He reached down with his wand and tapped the ring at the base; it glowed as though red hot. Reaching over to his desk, where Hermione’s vanished uniform was laying neatly folded, he picked up her mask and handed it to her with one hand while his other absentmindedly stroked his member.
She took it wordlessly and put it on. The enchanted straps locked securely around her head and the ruby eyes came alive with light. He stroked his cock again, watching her. Although she did not move, he noticed when the phallus behind the mask activated when the muscles of her throat visibly stretched, and he felt a pleasurable tightness grip his shaft.
The mask and the ring around his cock were joined by a complex enchantment, courtesy of Vixenwor, which were particularly useful for this particular Hogwarts cock-sleeve. Any wizard wearing a linked cock-ring could force the mask to mimic his cock with a spell. When activated, the phallus would transfer sensation to the penis, and any emissions produced would be vanished into the mask as a convenient, discreet way to feed the slave and enjoy an invisible blow-job.
Severus possessed only one of many rings gifted by the Dark Lord to his followers and supporters; the only recipient not a pureblood of excellent breeding. This cum-hole would be well-fed.

He didn’t bother to tuck himself into his trousers, instead letting his robe fall over his front. With his wand, he dressed his slave in her uniform, covering her bindings and returning her to a state of near modesty.
“Follow directly behind me, slave. You will keep your head bowed and your eyes on me at all times when moving through the halls. I do not want to see or hear you until I am seated at the head table.”
He turned and walked to the door, not waiting to see if she followed, but knowing she would. Beneath his outer robe, his loose cock swayed against his trousers, still being stroked by an invisible grip.

Hermione followed the Headmaster as he had commanded her to. Head down, eyes forward, two feet behind him and moving quietly as she could. She continued sucking firmly on the mask-cock, eager for something to eat after her unsuccessful encounter with her Master. She hoped he wasn’t cross with her for leaving his huge erection un-milked.
They passed quickly through the halls once out of the Headmaster’s office. In one corridor, she saw a tall man with a figure kneeling before him as he pumped fervently into their mouth. With her eyes fixed to her Master’s robe hem, she couldn’t make out many details, but the uniform of the kneeling figure looked blue, and making obscene gurgling noises as their throat was obviously being filled with cock. The man grunted and came loudly as they walked by.
Headmaster Snape and his slave continued past without comment, and turned the corner towards to Great Hall.
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