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The Real Wizarding World
By : jumpin
Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes
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Chapter 36
“Impressive,” Daphne complimented as she caught her breath. She had never expected Harry to put on the performance that he did. ‘I’ll have to find another opportunity to test his skills again in the future,’ she thought to herself, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Your slaves are very lucky to have you for a master,” she added, her voice husky with a mix of excitement and desire.
She sat up in the bed, reaching for the bell sitting on the nightstand, and rang it. A few moments later, a pair of slaves arrived, both nude except for the collars locked around their necks, and the leashes held in their hands.
Harry’s gaze shifted from Daphne to the newcomers, noting immediately that while all three of Daphne’s slaves were beautiful, the collars worn by the two newest arrivals were plain iron, nothing like the intricate golden collar locked around Tracy’s neck. ‘Hmm,’ he thought, ‘there’s obviously a hierarchy in place for Daphne’s slaves.’
After getting her breath under control and straightening her hair, Daphne rose from the bed with graceful, deliberate movements, returning to the dignified and confident mistress her slaves were used to.
“This one,” Daphne said, her voice carrying an air of authority as she pointed at Hermione, “will require some remedial instruction.” She didn’t even have to say why. It was obvious to Harry as well. They could both see Hermione’s emotions playing across her face. She was an open book to anyone who took the time to look.
Hermione bristled again at Daphne’s tone, her jaw clenching with suppressed frustration. The haughty blonde had been putting her down since the moment they arrived, and she was getting sick of it.
“Prepare them for their training,” Daphne said with a commanding tone, her gaze unwavering as she spoke to the slaves before turning to Harry. “They’ll be back soon. I want them cleaned to my standards,” she said for the benefit of Harry, her eyes locking onto his briefly.
Daphne’s slaves nodded, clipping the leashes to Hermione and Emma’s collar. When Hermione and Emma rose to their feet, Daphne gave a slight nod to the one holding Hermione’s leash. An instant later, the slave spanked Hermione sharply. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Hermione yelped, taken by surprise as she rubbed her sore bottom, wondering what she had done this time that Daphne had taken issue with.
Harry looked on, hiding his amusement at Hermione’s predicament. She had always been headstrong, and sure of herself, but now she was facing off against a woman in a higher position than her, who was equally headstrong and just as stubborn.
“You need to learn your place, little slave,” Daphne declared. “Until you are instructed otherwise, you will crawl.”
Hermione looked at Harry for help, expecting for him to step in, but was surprised when he met her gaze, and shook his head, subtly telling her to follow Daphne’s orders. With no other choice, she sank to her hands and knees with a huff, her face flushed red with embarrassment and anger, knowing that she wouldn’t get any help from Harry.
Hermione and Emma took one last look at Harry as Daphne’s slaves led them out of the room. When the door closed, Harry looked back at Daphne and Tracy, wondering how Tracy had ended up as Daphne’s slave. He knew they had been friends in school, but there hadn’t even been a hint they shared a deeper relationship.
“You’re curious about my slave,” Daphne observed, gesturing to the still kneeling Tracy.
“Now that you mention it,” Harry said, sitting back down on the sofa. “How did you end up with Tracy? As I remember it, she’s a half blood. It’s rare for them to end up as slaves.”
Daphne reached for the double-ended dildo, re-inserting it into her slick pussy, “come her Tracy,” she said, patting her lap.
Without a word, Tracy gracefully rose to her feet, joining Daphne on the bed. She straddled her mistress’s lap, sinking down on the dildo until it filled her needy cunt and rested her chin on her shoulder.
Daphne ran her fingers up and down Tracy’s back, kneading the soft flesh beneath her fingers as she worked her hands up and down. “Her parents,” she answered with an amused smirk.
“What?” Harry asked, raising an eyebrow in surprise at her unexpected response.
Daphne smiled coyly as she cupped Tracy’s ass, easing two of her fingers into her slave’s ass, smirking as she caught Harry’s eyes followed her fingers as she slid them in up to the first knuckle. “After the war, it wasn’t just the pureblood families that fell on hard times. It also affected many of the half bloods as our economy went into recession. The Davis family were about to lose their home and were heavily in debt. They needed a loan, but I didn’t see any sense in it, and told them as much. There’s no sense in sending good money after bad, especially since they didn’t even have a plan to get themselves out of their mess.”
Daphne used her free hand to slap Tracy’s ass lightly, who at the unspoken command lifted her hips off of the dildo, and Daphne’s fingers buried inside her ass before slowly sliding back down, setting a slow and steady pace as she rode her mistress’s dildo.
“They obviously weren’t happy about my decision, especially Tracy, who just expected me to just hand over the money without a second thought. They spent the rest of the meeting trying to convince me, but I had no interested in handing out loans. That’s when her father, in a moment of desperation, suggested something that intrigued me. Instead of a loan, they would sell me Tracy.”
“Tracy, and her mother immediately shouted the idea down,” Daphne continued, slapping Tracy’s ass again to increase the pace. “But it was too late. The idea had already taken root in my mind, and after that, it was the only thing I would accept. They left shortly afterwards, telling me they would find another way. I didn’t see them for another month, when they came back with another offer.”
Tracy bit back a moan as her mistress’s dildo stretched her pussy just right. She hated the fact that her mistress knew her body better than she ever did, knowing exactly what to do to give her the most incredible orgasms. She could feel her pussy getting even slicker as she rode her mistress’s cock, hoping the lesson she was teaching Harry would not take too long, and she would allow her to cum soon.
“When they came back, they were far more humble, and more open to the idea of giving Tracy to me. They assumed I would put Tracy to work as a servant, perhaps even a maid, and I didn’t exactly dissuade them of that notion at the time,” Daphne continued coyly. “They suggested a loan again, for a period of five years, upon which I would release Tracy. Perhaps a month ago I would have accepted their offer, but after they left, I did some research into their situation,” Daphne said, slapping Tracy’s ass again.
“I want to hear you, my slave,” Daphne ordered. “All those little grunts and moans I’m so fond of. Don’t be shy in front of my guest,” she admonished.
A moment later Tracy let out a soft moan as she clung to her mistress, impaling herself on her mistress’s dildo and fingers as her pleasure mounted. Sometimes she couldn’t believe the direction her life had taken, and how irrevocably her relationship with Daphne had changed.
“Now where was I?” Daphne asked, locking eyes with Harry as she pretended to think about it for a moment. “Right… their second visit. Their situation was worse than they let on. Their house was about to be foreclosed on, and they were in debt to the goblins by nearly 75,000 galleons. They were desperate, and I was their only hope. I made them a counter offer, 150,000 galleons. It was enough to clear their debts and get them back on their feet, but Tracy would belong to me. I promised I would take care of her. Her parents tried to convince me for a little while, but eventually left with the money, and I had my very first slave.”
Harry watched the way Tracy moaned and shuttered, arching her back as she ground her hips on her mistress’s dildo and fingers. He knew what she was doing, using her slave to distract and arouse him, making it hard for him to concentrate on her words rather than her actions. It was a tactic he knew well, and had used to a degree when he recruited his coven members, but not on the same level Daphne employed. The raw sensuality on display was even enough to distract him, and perhaps that was the point, a lesson she was imparting on him to prove her worth.
“Faster, my slave,” Daphne encouraged, whispering it just loud enough for Harry to hear as well. ‘He’s less distracted than I thought he would be,’ she thought, looking down to see his cock standing at attention, but she didn’t see the overwhelming lust in his eyes she normally saw from her clients.
Tracy let out a loud keening moan as she rode her mistress’s dildo and fingers, throwing her head back as she picked up the pace. She was desperate to cum, aching for release. She wished her mistress was not so stingy with her orgasms and would allow her to cum this time. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!”
“She was so sure I would put her to work doing menial tasks,” Daphne said, keeping her voice even and tempered despite the waves of pleasure coursing through her body as her slave writhed in her arms. “She had no idea of my true plans for her, not until she became mine, how I would mold and train her to become my perfect slave, addicted to my very touch.”
“Please, mistress…” Tracy begged, riding the edge of her orgasm. She had no idea how her mistress could always maintain her composure, even in situations like this. Her whole body shuddering with pleasure as her mistress worked a third finger into her ass.
Using her free hand, Daphne ran her fingers through her slave’s hair, letting her know she had heard her, but would not allow her the orgasm she craved as she continued her discussion with Harry. “Imagine her surprise when I stripped her naked and locked a collar around her neck. She was furious, and it took many punishments and a great deal of training before she became what she is today,” she said, trailing her fingers down Tracy’s spine, feeling the slickness of her skin as she fondled her, digging her fingernails into her slave’s shapely ass, subtly telling her to slow down her pace, so that she could continue her discussion with Harry.
“This caught me by surprise,” Harry admitted, drinking in the sight of Daphne and Tracy together. “In our school days, I never so much as heard a rumor of a relationship between you two, let alone your interest in the fairer sex.”
“Hmm,” Daphne smiled, sensually pumping her fingers into her slave’s ass. “I can see how you might think that.”
“How did I miss it?” Harry asked, as Tracy leaned into her mistress, rolling her hips as she moaned softly.
“What if I told you my interest in Tracy is not sexual, at least not directly?” She asked, making her dildo vibrate inside Tracy’s pussy, earning a squeal of pleasure from her slave.
“Oh?” Harry asked, not voicing the obvious contradiction to her question.
“I’ve always had a taste for the finer things in life, and the privileges that come with wealth. From a young age I enjoyed art in all it’s forms, but as I grew older, I realized it wasn’t enough, there was something missing, something I didn’t fully realize until I met with Tracy and her parents that day,” Daphne explained.
“I didn’t just want a decoration adding a splash of color to my home made by some stranger. I desired something more personal, and for that, I had to become an artist myself. For years I studied the different mediums. Paintings, sculptures, drawings, ceramics, I became very good at all of them, even gaining recognition from the art community, but no matter how hard I tried, my works never felt complete.”
“When I looked at Tracy after her father made his offer, it felt like a strike from a bolt of lightning. I wanted my art to live, to breathe, to move, ensnare the senses in a way my other creations never could.”
“Every inch of Tracy is exactly as I desire her, every reaction, every movement, every sound,” Daphne finished, feeling another wave of pleasure course through her body as Tracy’s tight cunt squeezed her dildo.
Harry took in the sight of Tracy, her body glistening with sweat, arching her back into her mistress’s touch, as she moaned wantonly, desperate for the release only her mistress could give her. He imaged what Hermione and Emma would be like after Daphne’s lessons, how they would shudder with desire at his touch, and how proud a master they would make him.
Daphne slapped Tracy’s ass, encouraging her to increase the pace again. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” Tracy grunted as she followed her mistress’s orders. Every nerve ending on fire as her desire for release overtook her senses.
“Cum with me, my slave,” Daphne whispered seductively as came, flooding Tracy’s overheated pussy with her cum.
“AWGAWDDD!!” Tracy screamed out as she collapsed onto her mistress, finally sated, her body shuttering as she gasped for breath.
“This is when my slave, my art, is at her most beautiful,” Daphne explained, locking eyes with her as came down from her own orgasm. “The very moment of release. The way her skin glistens, the flush in her cheeks, the scent of her desire, all coming together as one.”
Harry nodded his head in agreement, deeply impressed, and for once lost for words at the beauty and sensuality of Daphne’s creation.
Daphne wrapped her arms around her slave, steadying her as they recovered.
“And Tracy?” Harry asked curiously. “She seems to enjoy your touch. Did she always feel that way?”
“If you’re asking me if Tracy desires or lusts for me, then the answer is no. She has no interest in women at all,” Daphne explained.
Harry furrowed his brows in thought. He saw the way Tracy reacted to Daphne’s touch, how she begged her for release, how she reacted to every one of Daphne’s touches and commands.
“I see you’re confused,” Daphne observed, picking up on Harry’s confusion. “My slave doesn’t lust for me, she lusts for my touch, and the pleasure I alone can give her. She’s grown addicted to it. That, in turn, is what stokes my desires, knowing that it’s my skill alone that can bring her to such heights of pleasure, regardless of her attraction or desire for me.”
Harry sat back in his seat, impressed by Daphne’s skill, finally understanding why so many purebloods sought out her services.
A smirk made its way onto Daphne’s face as Harry understood the lesson she had just imparted. “Your slaves will be ready soon. Would you care for a drink while we wait?”
Hermione glanced back at the sturdy oak door before Daphne’s slaves led her and Emma through the manor house. She could feel the plush carpet beneath her hands and knees. realizing it was for her benefit, or more accurately, the slaves she forced to crawl on the ground like animals.
She had only known Neville and Luna to force their slaves to crawl on their hands and knees, and hoped this was a temporary situation for her. She looked up at Emma and the other slaves as they walked through the many hallways of the manor, wondering what she had done that was bad enough to warrant this kind of humiliation.
Eventually, they arrived at another set of heavy oak doors. Hermione watched as Daphne’s slaves pushed open the door, leading them into a richly appointed bathroom with a sunken tub in the center of the room, along with various chairs, tables, and assorted potions and creams she didn’t recognize.
She almost felt like she was back in the white room with Arcanum, although far less utilitarian. She reminded herself how important this training was, and how they would need it to deal with Viktor and the other covens. Swallowing her pride, she allowed Daphne’s slave to lead her to the tub, reminding herself this was only temporary.
Daphne’s slaves were silent as they led Hermione and Emma into the large tub, putting Emma on her hands and knees beside Hermione as they took a pair of wooden buckets and dipped them into the steaming water before pouring it over their head and backs.
Emma let out a sigh of contentment as the warm water cascaded over her skin, enjoying the hint of jasmine in the water as Daphne’s slaves continued pouring the warm water over their bodies.
The slaves put down the buckets, mirroring each other’s actions perfectly as they lathered their hands with soap next and knelt beside Hermione and Emma.
Emma could feel the woman’s warm hands, slick with soap, trailing up and down her back as she rubbed the soap into her skin, tracing up and down her arms and legs, before reaching down and rubbing her breasts, and between her legs.
Emma let out a soft moan as she felt the other slave’s hands on her pussy, her fingertips grazing across her pussy lips. She let out a moan of disappointment when the slave continued on, instead of pressing her fingers inside her dripping pussy like she expected.
She looked over at the other slave cleaning Hermione to find her using the same clinical and methodical approach with her, surprising her with how disciplined they were, even without their mistress being present.
After their hair was washed, the slaves led them out of the tub, drying them with towels before they combed out and dried their hair.
The slaves took them to a pair of salon chairs next, locking their wrists and ankles to the chairs before they had a chance to react.
Hermione struggled against the cuffs indignantly, trying to free herself. “Hey! What are you doing?” She demanded, only to be met with silence.
The two slaves looked at each other before one nodded to the other, who then reached between her legs, delivering a series of stinging slaps to her pussy.
Hermione bit back a yelp of surprise, not expecting the slave to punish her without the permission of her mistress.
Daphne’s slaves pulled out a pair of scissors next, cutting and styling their hair, something that even Hermione had to admit they had neglected recently. She looked around the room, hoping to catch a reflection of herself in a mirror, but was surprised when she couldn’t find one.
She could only sit there as they manicured her fingers and toes next before they were finally released. Daphne’s slaves next led them to a pair of massage tables, and made them lay face down on them.
Emma was not surprised when Daphne’s slave locked her collar to the massage table, preventing her from getting up, but still wondered why all of it was necessary. ‘It’s not like we’re planning on running off,’ she thought.
A moment later she felt warm oil being dripped on to her back, then a strong pair of hands massaging the oil into her skin.
A moan escaped her lips as the hands moved down her back, kneading her ass cheeks before moving down her legs and working their way back up again. She could feel the slave pulling on her plug, wiggling it from side to side as she slowly withdrew it.
Emma had become so used to having the plug inside her it felt uncomfortable now to go without it. She turned her head to the side to see the other slave do the same for Hermione.
Hermione couldn’t hold back the moan as she felt the warm oil drip onto her asshole. The warmth of the oil, combined with the massage she had just received, arousing her. Dripping wet, she eagerly waited for what the slave had planned for her next.
She bit her lip as the slave pushed a finger into her ass, spreading the oil further, and stretching her ass before adding a second finger, pushing them both in, up to the knuckle, and holding them there.
After a few moments of waiting, Hermione realized the slave wasn’t going to move her fingers and decided to take matters into her own hands. She brought her knees up and arched her back, thrusting her ass back as she fucked herself on the slave’s fingers, quickly building up speed as she groaned in pleasure.
She could feel the slave’s other hand reach between her thighs, just holding two of her fingers out for her to fuck herself on. “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she grunted as her pleasure built, as she eagerly fucked herself on the slave’s fingers.
She turned her head to look at Emma, who was still lying on the massage table, while the other slave fingered her ass. Her brow wrinkled in confusion as she looked at them. She knew Emma was just as turned on as she was and wondered why she was just sitting there.
Pushing the thought out of her mind, Hermione let out a moan as she got close, expecting her orgasm to wash over her, only to turn her head in confusion when Daphne’s slave withdrew her fingers. The confusion was short-lived as a moment later, she felt a sharp sting on her ass. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Hermione bit her lip to stop herself from crying out, genuinely confused about what she had done wrong this time.
She hoped they would get a chance to speak to Harry privately soon, and find out what was going on.
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The Real Wizarding World	By : jumpin Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 16634 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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The Real Wizarding World