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Candy	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 297693 -:- Recommendations : 19 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Summer
Summer finally came to Hogwarts, and with the O.W.L.s behind them, the students could finally return home and enjoy their vacations. Of course, that wasn’t the case for those students who had fallen to Severus Snape’s machinations.
Corrupted and twisted into pliable slaves, the young sluts had no desire but to work relentlessly for the Master in whatever way he wished. Unleashed upon society, they would begin to sow the seeds of their Master’sconquest, starting with the corruption of their own families.
Hermione Granger was one among the many who had such a path, and perhaps one of the most dedicated of them all. When her parents’ car stopped at King Cross Station, she had a hard time keeping up the façade of normalcy and pretending that she wasn’t disgusted bytouchingsuch filthy muggles. Returning their pleasantries was even more difficult, but she couldn’t start her mission right there and then. She needed a bit of time and privacy.
They drove to their home and her father, as befitting the inferior thing that he was, immediately unloaded Hermione’s trunk and hauled it into her room for her. Once she had a little privacy, she immediately made herself more comfortable, discarding the conservative clothes she was forced to wear on the way home and opted for something less…restraining. Muggles were worth nothing, but they still had an eye for clothes design and her Master knew how to pick the best. She slipped into a tiny pair of shorts and a sleeveless white shirt, without bothering with underwear.
That felt much better. Not as good as parading around with her bits in full view, but her nipples were poking nicely through the material of her shirt and they were bound to give her parents something to think about…as well as lay the foundation of her later work.
“Hermione!” her mother called from downstairs, “Lunch is ready.”
Hermione sauntered down, barefoot, onto the wooden floor of the living room and walked casually into the dining room where her parents were waiting for her. She felt her father’s eyes on her body as soon as she arrived. It almost went without saying that she looked much better than the previous summer. Now that she had cast away her needless concern for silly things such as school-work, she had time to focusmore on her appearance. The greater variety of beauty products available in the wizarding world as well as their superioreffectiveness made her positively glow. Her once bushy hair was now tamed into beautiful locks that cascaded down past her shoulders and her body had been toned both by magic and the merciless ministrations of the pureblood stallions she serviced day after day at Hogwarts. There was just no way a man couldnot look at her when she was nearby and with the assistance of an Amortentia-based perfume, even her own parents would feel a strong attraction to her.
Of course, neither her mother nor her father mentioned her clothing during lunch. Criticizing her appearance was the same as admitting to have taken notice, and they were likely already dealing with some unpleasant reaction to her mere presence.
After lunch they sat on the sofa in the living room. Hermione lazily threw her legs over the armrest, displaying her long legs and smooth skin. They chatted idly about her months at Hogwarts but Hermione could see they were having a hard time focusing on her words - she caught them both glancing at her bodywith hunger, confusion, and shame.
She pretended not to notice it, but inwardly she was shivering at the attention. She was really the worst of all of Master Snape’s servants if even the attention of Muggles could turn her on. Then again, she was trained to serve and please everyone and to draw pleasure from her own degradation. She was a mudblood whore and her place was with the filth of the world. That she was allowed to be used by superior pureblood wizards and witches was an honor she did not deserve and for which would perform beyond the best of her ability. That said, it wasn’t really a surprise that the gaze and attention of muggles would turn her on.
“Say Hermione, did you get a boyfriend?” her mother asked all of a sudden, “You seem to be putting more effort into your appearance lately.”
“Weell…” Hermione drawled. “There is a person I like but we don’t interact all that much. Besides, I’m so busy that I can’t worry too much about that.” It was the truth. There was no one she loved more than Severus Snape and she would have loved nothing more but to throw herself at his feet and worship the very ground he walked on. However she had many other duties to perform, not as pleasurable but just as important, as well as Mistress Minerva self-transfiguration classes late at night. During her days, she was either studying, pretending to be her old self for the sake of appearances, taking cocks in all of her holes with joy or burying her face between the legs of other women. As much as she would have liked it, she would be called to service the One True Master himself only on his whims.
“It’s not Harry? Or that other guy…Ron?” her father asked.
“Dad please,” she chuckled. “I don’t like them that way.” As a matter of fact, though she had love him once, she hated Harry a little for being Master’s favorite cock-slut though she loved sucking his cock every now and then. As for Master Weasley, the redheaded Pureblood was into blokes more than girls and wouldn’t be caught with a filthy Mudblood unless Master told him to associate with one. It was such a shame - his freckled cock was so delicious to slurp on.
“Who is it then? Is he in your year?”
“As a matter of fact, he’s a bit older,” she admitted. “But please let’s not talk about this. It’s a little embarrassing.” she said with false shame. Truthfully, the one thing she liked as much as serving Master was divulging the tales of his greatness, but she was undercover so she had to keep her mouth shut.
They didn’t address the topic anymore, but Hermione detected a faint hint of anger and jealousy on her father’s face. That was good. The desire to protect his daughter would mix with the lust induced by the Amortentia-perfume within Dan Granger. Surely he wouldn’t last long before giving into his beastly hunger and forced himself on her.
The wetness in her crotch was proof enough that Hermione couldn’t wait for it to happen. She had already gone half a day without being roughly fucked and she was almost at her limit. However, she had to be strong for the time being, even if it was torturous. She could endure. Master Snape said so.
-oOo-
While Hermione was getting reacquainted with her parents, Harry had already gotten back at Privet Drive and in less than half an hour, the inhabitants of Number 4 had changed completely.
Dudley Dursley, Harry’s fat cousin, was standing stark naked behind his equally naked father, pounding the latter fat’s ass with his cock for all it was worth.
“Daddy! Daddy!” he squealed. “Daddy your butt feels so good.”
“Manners, Dudley” the whale-like man replied with a moan. “It’s called a boy-pussy.”
“Boy-pussy,” the boy exclaimed excitedly. “Your boy-pussy is great daddy! I want you to fuck my boy-pussy later.”
“Of course. But first you have to fill my boy-pussy with your thick cream, just like Master Harry is doing with your aunt’s cunt.”
As his uncle said, Harry was indeed viciously pounding Petunia’s with his monster cock. Petunia, who Harry had transfigured to look like his mother Lily, was bent over the kitchen table with her legs spread apart. Her eyes were rolled back into the back of her head and her mouth hung open with drool dripping on the table. She was completely out of it but every time Harry pushed his dick through her broken pussy and into her womb she gave a grunt of shocked pleasure. Judging by the feel of her pussy, it had been some time since she’d been fucked – clearly, Harry was doing her a great service.
“Uncle,” he called without stooping his relentless fucking, “Come here and give me some of that Muggle cock of yours.”
“B…but Dudley isn’t done yet, Master.”
“Like I give a shit about your pig of a son. I want your cock in me now.”
“Yes Master,” Vernon replied,rising to his feet and forcefully dislodging Dudley from his hole. Dudley himself knew better than to protest, opting instead to finish himself off on his own. Vernon walked up to Harry and put his cock at the entrance of his bum, sliding inside with no effort. Just as he did so, Harry came violently into Petunia’s womb, unleashing so much semen that it forcefully squirted out of her tight pussy around Harry’s monstrous cock.
Seeing this, Dudley crawled under the table and begun to lick away Harry’s semen without stopping his own self-pleasure. Soon enough the pig-boy came as well, adding his own cock-milk to Harry’s, which he licked just as enthusiastically.
It was incredible how quickly his relatives had changed. Having no magical resistance at all, they all fell to Harry’s legilimency,which was well-honed from months of twisting wizard and witches. It took him all but once glance at each of them before they thought they had always been as they are now: cock-hungry slaves to absolutely everyone who wanted them.
With a new hunger for semen implanted in their brains, Harry didn’t even need to put them on a diet to be more appealing. They would snub all other foods beside the minimum needed to survive in favor of their obsession for cum. Of course, Petunia was so thin she didn’t need a diet, but she was also so ugly that Harry had needed to resort to transfiguring her to look like Lily Potter before he could fuck her. And the best part was that since she was a muggle, Petunia wouldn’t regain her old looks unless someone deliberately turned her back. Now Harry could live his fantasy of fucking his mother whenever he wanted. Harry had always wanted to fuck his mother stupid for the sin of rejecting Master Snape’s affections, but the stupid binthad gotten herself killed for protecting the spawn of a blood-traitor so Harry had to make do with a surrogate. For her part Petunia didn’t exist anymore. She had been completely erased and substituted with a Lily of Harry’s creation: an incest-loving, cock-worshipping slut. She was still a muggle though, so Master Snape wouldn’t appreciate it if Harry gave her to him, even if she looked like Lily. Maybe he could Polyjuice or charm himself into looking Lily and give Master an unexpected surprise. If Master was as obsessed over his mother like Harry thought he was, Harry would be in for the roughest fucking of his life. He couldn’t wait, but he had another mission for the time being: turning all three of the inhabitants of Privet Drive into bisexual whores who would give their holes away for free to just about everyone. This would attract more and more Muggles in the area and Harry could spread the cult of Master Snape via potions mixed into the drinks and food kindly offered to the guest by the very available sluts of Privet Drive. It wasn’t going be an easy job to complete in two months, which was all the time he had before he would be hauled to Sirius’ place, where the Order of the Phoenix had its headquarters. Once there, he would have to focus on corrupting the members of the order and possibly even Dumbledore himself. The thought of breaking his godfather into a cum-sucking whore was enough to make his cock twitch. Because there was no greater crime then angering Master, Sirius Black would not have the option of dominating those of lesser blood. He and the werewolf would be considered no better than muggle-borns – magical, and therefore superior to muggles, but still at the bottom of the social order of magical humans.
Mistress Luna had said that Harry had to go after Sirius first, so that he could getLupin.He didn’t know what sort of depravity Mistress had in mind, but his cock drooled in anticipation every time he thought about it.
However, for the time being he had to stick to his current assignment, which wasn’t going to be as fun, though Harry was anticipating some enjoyment out of returning his treatment on them with interest.
-oOo-
That night, well past midnight, Dan Granger lay wide awake in his bed with a painful erection straining against his pants. His wife, Emma, seemed upset for some reason so he didn’t dare ask her for sex. More importantly, he too was upset about the reason of his arousal. He couldn’t believe that the sight of Hermione’s young body had given him a hard-on that just wouldn’t go away. He felt ashamed of himself even if he rationalized it as projecting Helen’s younger self on Hermione, even though the latter looked much hotter than his wife had at that age.
He wanted to run his fingers over the length of her legs. He wanted to caress her breasts and pinch her nipples. He wanted to pry her legs open and drive his cock deep inside her pussy to punish her for being such a goddamn tease. He loathed himself for thinking of his daughter like that, but all the loathing in the world didn’t do a thing to placate his arousal. He needed to take things in his own hands, quite literally.
He slipped off the bed, careful not to make any noise and went to the bathroom, making sure to lock it properly. Then he dropped his pants and furiously wanked himself. He tried his best to think about everything but Hermione, from his wife to one of his hot colleagues in the office, but regardless of his efforts his thoughts slipped back to Hermione on the sofa and how gorgeous she looked. A true goddess worthy of worship. It was when he finally acknowledged that thought that he came, harder than he ever had before. The force of his orgasm was almost painful, and his shame only seemed to enhance it.
After that, Dan figured that was it. He had literally squeezed the kinky thought out of himself and now he could just go to sleep, put the entire thing behind myself like a bad dream. However, that delusion was immediately shattered when he noticed that his cock hadn’t shrunk in the slightest. Actually, it looker harder and more swollen that it was before.
With equal measure of disbelief, disgust and anticipation, the man reached down and began to stroke himself once more, wondering just how it had come to this.
-oOo-
While Dan Granger was busy trying to reign in his lust, his wife Helen lay in bed deeply asleep, but even in sleep, she faced a dilemma similar to Dan’s.
Helen found herself standing in an ancient Greek building, wearing a semi-transparent dress. Her feet carried her through the magnificent structure, a palace that could only be a temple for a great goddess. Soon enough, Helen found herself standing before a set of double doors, which opened automatically, revealing a large room where Amazonian females stood in indecent armor that showed of most of their breasts and legs. They were unimportant though, there only to show the importance of the person who was laying on a couch while beautiful maidens and effeminate boys offered her drinks and the fullest grapes Helen had ever seen.
This goddess (who else could she be?) was familiar somehow. She bore a resemblance to Helen herself, only much younger and by far more beautiful that she ever had been. Her beauty had no equals and Helen wanted nothing more but the fall on her knees and worship this goddess before her. However, her feet carried her forward until she stood not too far away from this superior specimen of a woman.
“You came,” she said sultrily. “Are you ready to make your vow?”
“Yes,” her mouth answered on its own. Helen didn’t know just what vow was being discussed here, but right then she thought there was nothing she wouldn’t do for his goddess.
“Then kneel,” she ordered as she stood, “and swear to serve me and me alone above everyone, even yourself.”
“I swear,” Helen said with trepidation, kneeling before her Goddess. “I serve you and no one else.”
“Then I grant you the honor of tasting my deepest place,” the Goddess said with supreme finality, while two maidens reverently picked up the lower half of her dress and exposed her womanhood to Helen. She leaned in, not at all disturbed by the thought of performing a sexual act on a person of the same gender.
Hermione, the goddess’ name ringing true in Helen’s mind, was no mere woman. She was above all and there was nothing more sacred than to please her in every manner.
Tentatively, she caressed the folds of Hermione’s womanhood with her tongue and was rewarded by the taste of the sweetest juice she’d ever had. Helen delved in deeper and the moans of her Goddess echoed in her ears like the most enchanting tune.
She lost herself in worship, savoring with blissful abandon every gift the Goddess bestowed upon her, swearing to serve her forever, mind body and soul.
In the real world, Helen’s hands were frantically rubbing her pussy through her soaked underwear and when dream-Hermione came in Helen’s mouth, so did Helen in the real world. She didn’t wake despite the power of her orgasm, for the power of her dream was so much stronger and bound her tightly. She just kept lapping at the Goddess’ nectar without any other thought but to please, again and again. In the morning she would remember nothing of it, but the presence of her daughter would become a powerful aphrodisiac, though she would do her best to hide that fact.
-oOo-
“Hnng! Hermioneee!” Dan grunted as he came for the sixth time thinking of his beautiful daughter. Despite the fact that he was exhausted, and that it should be impossible, his body still managed to produce a little bit of cum, which joined the rest on his stomach. He was lying in the bathtub, having decided that since his dick wasn’t leaving him alone, he should at least try to make sure this would be easy to clean up. His balls were burning in pain from the effort of producing and squeezing more semen out. Yet the pain only made the experience more intense and vivid making it impossible for him to forget his twisted fantasies.
After the fourth time he resigned himself to the fact that the he was a sick deviant who lusted after his underage daughter and when he did he only felt better instead of worse.
Finally his erection relented and he was able to put it away. Hastily he cleaned the bathroom, but when he left his heart was still beating too hard for him to return to bed immediately. Instead he went on the balcony to take a breath of fresh summer air, hoping that it would calm him down a little bit.
It actually to work, but as he was about to go back in, a voice called him.
“Daddy? Is everything ok?”
Emerging from the shadows of the house, Hermione appeared before him, rubbing her sleepy eyes. The light of the moon outside reflected on her bare legs and shoulders, showing that she was only wearing a very loose sleeveless shirt that threatened to fall and expose her otherwise naked breasts. He couldn’t be sure in the low light, but with the shirt reaching below her waist it almost looked like she wasn’t wearing anything else underneath.
At the thought, Dan’s cock almost ripped itself off form the speed at which it got hard. His previous erections had nothing on the current one. The pressure in his dick was so high that his own accelerated heartbeat reverberated through it so strongly that it felt like he was wanking again. If he hadn’t already masturbated six times there was no doubt that he would have come just from that amount of stimulation.
He stood stock still, leaning against the rail and with his back turned to his daughter, fortunately.
“I thought I heard you calling me,” she said as she approached and Dan felt even more blood drain from his face. Had she heard him call her name while he jerked off? Could she even imagine that her own father was dreaming of fucking her sweet teenage pussy? The thought was unbearable in more than one way – how would she react to such a thing? Surely, she would call him a deviant and tell her mother. He’d be divorced, alone, with only his perverseness to keep him company.
“It must have been a dream, sweetheart,” he replied trying to keep his sudden terror from his voice. “I just got up to take a bit of air since I couldn’t sleep from the heat.” More from how hot he thought Hermione was, but he kept that comment to himself.
Hermione walked up to where it was, stepping more into the light. Dan made a sincere effort not to stare at how her sweaty shirt clung to her breasts, faintly showing the skin beneath.
“Oh, all right then,” she said while throwing her arms around his waist from behind. “I always miss you so much while I’m at school, daddy.”
Dan almost stopped breathing, but that would have meant missing a chance to revel in the scent of his daughter. She smelled like fruit and something else that was simply pure Hermione. Still, between her scent and the feel of her breasts pressed up against his back, it was a miracle that he hadn’t snapped and bent her over the rail, consequences be damned.
“Yeah, we miss you too, pumpkin,” he managed to say.
“But I miss you especially, daddy,” Hermione confessed, pressing herself further against him, hands running against his stomach and stopping just a few inches short from where his cock was connected to the rest of his body. This level of contact couldn’t be normal – had Hermione ever been this physical? No, surely not - wasaninvitation to take advantage of her, then? But he was very afraid that it was just his perverted lust for Hermione speaking. His daughter was not – could not – be asking to be raped.
“Your big strong arms always gave me a sense of safety when I was little,” she continued. “Your embrace is what I missed the most in that dreary old castle.”
“I- I see,” he stuttered, inwardly begging for her to leave before he did something that he would regret and she would hate him for. “I’m glad I could give you that.” Oh, how he’d love to give her something.
“Well, I think I’ll go to bed now,” she decided. “Good night, daddy.”
As her arms slid off his body, the back of her hand brushed against the tip of his cock and before he could even consider holding back he buckled his hips forward and painfully released the biggest load of his whole life right into his pants.
There was no way Hermione couldn’t have noticed it now. His reaction had been too strong to pass unnoticed, but he didn’t dare look behind and see what kind of face her daughter was making. A small hand grabbed a hold of his still spurting cock and squeezed it hard. Dan gasped in pain and shock.
“By the way, daddy,” a voice that was both familiar and incredibly alien whispered in his ear, “Next time you wank thinking of me you,either keep it quiet or you invite me in. You shouldn’t tease your daughter like that.”
Then she removed her cum-soaked hand and let Dan finish ejaculating. He managed to turn his head enough to see Hermione walk away with measured slowness and an extra sway to her hips. She stopped just a moment as if she sensed his gaze on her and turned halfway to look at him square in the eyes with a perfectly normal expression on her face which, in the current circumstances, wasn’t normal at all. Then, with a fluidity of movements that didn’t belong with his sweet little daughter, she brought her hand to her mouth, fingers spread, and used the tip of her tongue to lick away the lines of semen connecting each finger like a kitten would lap away at a bowl of milk, and disappeared back in the darkness of the summer night.
Dan fell on his knees breathing heavily. His cock wouldn’t stop cumming and even now that there was no more semen to eject, his testicles continued to clench and try to ejaculate more in a dry orgasm. It took him a long time to find enough strength to walk again, get himself cleaned and back to bed. All the while, his cock remained painfully erect, and his balls periodically clenched and threw him into dry orgasms. Not even in an exhaustion-induced sleep he managed to get rid of the image of his daughter, licking his cum off her hand as if it were perfectly normal.
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AN: Oh, wow, it's been already many months since I last update this. I can't believe I let you all people hanging for so long. As an apology, here's an extra long chapter. I hope you enjoy it. A few more and the story should be complete.
On another topic this story has now a beta: Katie. She's also going over the old chapters. I'll update them when they are all done. Please give Katie a sing of you appreciation for her hard work.
As usual I'll be expecting tons of comments and suggestions. By the way, if anyone whises to discuss anything about my stories you can find my email address in my profile. I won't answer reviews into the chapter.
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