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Candy	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 297694 -:- Recommendations : 19 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Launch in the Great hall was a noisy event as usual. The sheer number of students from all houses would dispel even the most powerful Silencing Charm.

Harry was seating with his friends Ronald and Hermione trading tales from the Christmas holidays and the gifts they had received. Harry wasn’t really interested in the conversation. The greatest gift he ever received came from Master Snape and he couldn’t speak about it for obvious reasons.

He took the chance to study his schoolmates for suitable slaves. There were plenty of them from both genders. Hermione, for one, was extremely attractive despite her blood origins. Long gone were the bushy hairs and the buckteeth. Her mane changed in a way no one could predict and her figure filled out nicely. Yes, she would be his primary objective. Who was next? Ron Weasley not so much, because he hadn’t any real good look or talent besides chess, but he still was a pureblood even if a blood traitor. His semen would help renew the blood of the purest.

The twins were very attractive but they were a no-go. First there was no way they would eat any candy without checking it through. They’re greatest skill was pranking and mayhem, and they took it to a brand new level of genius with their inventiveness. Sadly the source of their skill was in the free spirit that characterized them. If he was to enslave them they would lose it and everybody would notice it. He was both glad and sad for it. He loved their pranks almost like he loved twincest. And speaking of twincest there were a lot of other targets, most notably Padma and Parvati Patil.

The dark skinned beauties from the east were really something to look at. Padma already had a reputation for her skilled tongue, while Parvati was quiet and shy. The both of them together would make quite a prize for his Master, and despite being woes they were pureblood so that was a major bonus.

Another target was Neville Longbottom. The formerly chubby guy developed quite nicely, but he still was a wimp. In all honesty Harry thought that he could break him in one session. He always liked to challenge himself.

Then there was Ginny Weasley. The pureblood witch and rabid fan-girl. How could a woman of her standing lose her head for someone filthy as him was completely out of the world for him. He would make sure to let her understand the error of her ways and set her on a course filled with pureblood pregnancies. Yes that would fit the Noble Girl just fine.

Spreading beyond the Gryffindors there was Susan Bones, niece of Amelia Bones. Having her at his Master service would grant a straight course for her aunt. Which was a great piece of Pureblood ass, in his opinion.

Slytherin table was almost untouchable with all the Death eater children in there, but…. Daphne Greengrass and her sister Astoria. They were both Pureblood of an high quality. During the previous war they kept neutral, not aiding either side of the battle. Smart move given the outcome, but it was high time for them to learn their proper place. At his Master feet to be specific.

Yes, he had a lot of work ahead of him and he couldn’t wait to begin.

“Harry are you have you been listening to a thing I said?” Hermione asked seeing his friend space off.

“Of course I am. You were talking about your parents chateaux in France. Did you enjoy yourself there?”

Hermione was taken aback by his answer. She was sure he wasn’t listening at all.

“Yes, I did have a lot of fun. The mountains are wonderful for skiing this time of the year.”

Bla, bla, bla. As if he cared for any of that muggle crap.

He let her talk until she finished her story, then he acted.

“Speaking of Holydays I have experimented a little with my cooking skills. I tried a few new recipes and I came out with something good. I would really like your opinion on this candy I prepared.”

Hermione looked at him.

“You know I don’t like sweets Harry.” She said.

“I know, that’s why I’m asking you first. If you are going to like it them I’m sure everyone will.”

“Oh. All right then.” Trusting her friend with her life, the thought of a poisoned candy didn’t even cross her brain. She propped it inside her mouth without a second thought. “Hmmm. This is really good Harry. What flavor is this?”

“Oh that’s a secret, but I can tell you it’s milk-based.” And it was true. It was enlaced with a potion based on his own milk. His master taught him how to brew the potion. Soon he would have her at his feet. ‘Tonight it will begin.’ He thought.

While he gathered Slave for his Master there was no need to key the potion to him. If he was ever found out they would never reach his Master. And anyway any slave of his would automatically recognize his Master as their own. Much like he did with Lord Voldermort.

-oOo-

Hermione woke up right after midnight. The compulsion embedded in the candy kicking in as predicted.

Although the base potion of every candy was quite the same the compulsion was random. A way to make things more entertaining . The candy Hermione ate gave her a subconscious distaste for underwear. She stripped down before walking down to the common room where Harry was waiting for her, without bothering to put other clothes back on. Fortunately no one was up at that hour otherwise it would have been quite the scandal.

Harry’s eyes bulged at the sight of Hermione naked body. Damn those robes were definitely unflattering. Her breast were supple and well shaped. It was in that moment that he remembered why he liked women as well. Yes, yes. Breaking this slut would be a great experience.

He covered her under his cloak and led her down the castle all the way to the dungeons. Fifteen minutes later he was knocking on his Master door. Much like the first time the door opened and they entered with none being the wiser.

Once inside he removed his cloak to show his master the first prey of many to come.

“What is this?” he asked his slave.

“Hermione Mudblood Granger, Master.” Replied Harry.

“I can see that by myself, you idiot. What made you think I would like this filthy thing?”

“I… I thought that you would enjoy breaking the insufferable Know-it-all, Master”

“… Yes, I can see your point, but I would never soil myself with this thing. Good job anyway. You have proven yourself by bringing her to me. You will be rewarded. Who else have you thought of capturing?”

The slave quickly explained his targets and the reasons behind them.

“Yes, they all sound very good. I’ll reward you for your willingness. You can keep the mudblood there for your enjoyment and you can work on my cock right now. Get to it.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He dropped on the ground and extracted his Master rod from his robes and then proceeded to suck it off with a song in his heart. Lick, stroke, suck and even bite. He knew his Master cock like his own and he knew how to make it explode or keep it on the edge indefinitely. Five long minutes of elongated pleasure later, Snape came with a powerful grunt.

Harry found that his Master seed was the tastier of all and almost triggered his own release every time he tasted it.

“You are… definitely improving.” He praised his slave with a pat on his head. “I did very good in turning you into my slut. Now start working on your friend over there. Do with her as you please. You have one month to bring her up to speed and I want to see the two Weasleys here in the meanwhile. Do not fail me.”

“I won’t ever fail you, Master.” The dark wizard simply nodded and went to mind his own business.

“Now, where were we?” Harry asked to his unresponsive slave. Yup! So much good work ahead of him….

-oOo-

The following morning Hermione woke up tired yet strangely satisfied. The kind of satisfaction she usually had after one of her Wet Harry dreams she usually had about her friend. Maybe she had one last night as well and fingered herself while asleep? That was odd. It never happened before.

Anyway she had to get ready for her lessons. This year they had to take their OWLs and she didn’t want to lose even a minute of her classes. After her shower she went to dress but when she was putting her knickers on she felt a sudden wave of wrongness wash over her. She quickly discarded them without a second thought. Why bother putting that stuff on anyway? Going commando was much better. ‘Like a good little slut’, her subconscious mind suggested. She stopped at that. ‘A slut? she asked herself. ‘I’m not a slut.’ Her inner voice scoffed. ‘Oh, sure. And just who keeps dreaming of being fucked in the Great Hall by Harry?’

‘But that’s just a fantasy…,’ Hermione argued with herself.

‘Sure it is. But that doesn’t mean that you don’t want it to happen. Slut!’

’ I’m not a slut!’ She fought back.

‘Oh really? And just who is fingering herself right now?’

She looked down only to see her left hand keeping her skirt above her waist while her right index finger was probing the entrance of her pussy. A wave of pleasure washed over her as she noticed and she moaned loudly. ‘See? I’ve told you. You are a slut.’

‘N-no,’ she tried to fight back without too much conviction.

‘Still denying it? You sure are stubborn. Well then, if you aren’t a slut, prove it?

“H-how?’

“Stop masturbating. Right now.’

‘B-but… I’m..’ she stuttered.

“What’s wrong? Can’t stop? Can’t stop fingering your cunt as you think about Harry?’ the voice taunted. Hermione finger dug a little deeper at the mention of His name.

‘Can’t stop thinking about his toned body?’ it continued as the finger pushed a little deeper.

‘Can’t stop thinking about His cock?’ She fell to her knees.

‘ About licking it? Sucking it?’ She fastened the pace of her ministration.

‘ Begging him to fill your mouth with his seed?’ The image of herself on her knees with her mouth wide open filled with Harry’s cum to the brim brought her over the edge with the grace of a sledgehammer. She didn’t moan her orgasm. She screamed it as her body shook under the spasm of her release, before slumping on the floor almost unconscious.

‘See? What did I tell you? Slut!’

‘I’m… I’m not…. Am I?

‘Yup. Come now, repeat after me. I’m a good little slut.’

“I’m… I’m a good little slut,” Hermione said aloud, her finger still buried in her folds.

‘A horny little slut,’ the voice continued.

“A… a horny little slut,” she repeated while she resumed moving her hand.

‘A worthless little slut,’ it instructed.

“A… oh God, Yes! A… worthless little slut.” Her fingers were moving back and forth at a fast pace.

‘Good girl,’ the voice complimented. “A brainless little slut.”

“A…Brain…FUCK!... A brainless little…Ooooh, slut,” She said moaning.

‘Not good. You have to say it well.’ Hermione gulped trying to gather enough breath to say it in one go.

“I’m…a… brainless… little SLUT!” she screamed the last word.

‘A cock-loving little slut.’

“A cock-loving little…slut. Ugh!” she repeated while images of herself servicing cocks while Harry watched approvingly filled her mind.

‘A cum-drinking little slut.’

“A…a… a… cum…drinking… little slut. OH GOD. YES!” She arched her back to the ceiling fastening her pace.

‘Very Good! All together now. I’m a horny, worthless, brainless, cock-loving-cum-drinking little slut.’

“I’m… a horny, worthless… brainleeesss…. Cock…loving… CUM! DRINKING! LITTLE SLUT!” She screamed searching for a release that didn’t come.

‘Very, very good, Hermy. Tell me now. Still thinking that you aren’t a slut?’

“N-no… Oh fuck… Why can’t I cum?”

‘You won’t cum until you accept that you are just that. Nothing more than a slut. Accept it. Scream it. Embrace you true nature. What are you? TELL ME!’

“I’M NOTHING MORE THAN A FILTHY LITTLE SLUT! OH! OH! OOOOOOH! HARRYYYYYYY!” her second orgasm slammed inside her with a power never know to her before. Her inner wall clenched around her fingers as her juices arched in the air, slamming against her mirror. Her brain almost burned from the sheer pleasure. Her own words echoing in her mind while her hands kept moving searching for another release. She was almost passed out at that point. Her eyes almost rolled back while her face was frozen in a dumb-happy post orgasmic expression.

‘I’m so proud of you Hermy-Slut. And so will be Harry,” the voice said.

“R-Really? Are you… sure?”

‘Of course. Every boy like a good slut like you. Don’t you want to be Harry’s personal slut?’

Images of her worshipping Harry in with her body flashed through her mind. A happy smile formed on her face.

“I… I would love it,” she answered.

‘Very well then, What are you waiting for? Go to him a prove that you are the best slut around.’

“R.. Right.”

She pulled herself up and straightened her clothes, not before licking away her juices from her fingers. A good slut always clean after herself.

She then walked out of her room to the great hall to find Harry and discuss with him her new duties as his personal slut.

-oOo-

There we go. Another great Chappy filled with perversion. Hermione embraced her nature as a slut and is heading toward the future with her heart filled with happiness. What kind of perverted and degrading act will Harry put her through? Will she like them.

… Of course she will. Eager to find out?

As always I’m eager to hear your opinions and suggestion for the future. Don’t hold back on my account. Bye.
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