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Witchcraft and Cuckoldry	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 42385 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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When Ginny stumbled back home later that day, she was feeling a wreck, guilty over the things she had done and accepted to do. The fact that her body was still quivering from Draco’s treatment didn’t help her ease her mind.
What was happening? She couldn’t understand herself anymore. It took Draco a very little effort to have her body burning like it had never done before. His touch, skilled and demanding, awoke a beast inside her, and his words, ruthless and cruel but never false, only drove her to the point of madness.
Even now, while she was a little bit more clearheaded, the way he manhandled her, degraded her, caused her womanhood to heat up. Was it really like he said? Was she really like that?
No, she couldn’t accept it so easily. There had to be more going on she wasn’t aware of. Maybe Draco didn’t lie, but maybe he wasn’t aware of some facts. To begin with the entire situation was completely crazy, and she couldn’t figure out how her or her teammates ended up doing things like that the previous night.
That is… unless her teammates were in on it as well.
That made so much sense, didn’t it? She had little time to ponder in detail what happened, but she recalled clearly enough that they didn’t seem out of it when they were screwing those strangers. In fact they seemed more than eager to just get on their knees and be fucked by the first person who bothered to stick a cock into them.
It was insane, a nightmare that made no sense, but the overall picture was much more clear if she put it into that perspective. But what about it? Could she really approach her teammates and demand an explanation? Well of course she could, but she was afraid of the answer. This was a Pandora’s box that only seemed to contain more and more nightmares. Yet, she couldn’t just turn her back on it. If she wanted to have an actual grasp of the situation she needed answers.
Well, she didn’t really have to ask anything, all things considered. There were other means to discover facts if one was willing to put the necessary effort into it.
With that resolution made, she went for the bedroom and retrieved Harry’s invisibility cloak. Then she left the house for the place she thought most likely to find some answers.
-oOo-
She apparated just outside the wards of Clara’s place, a little before sundown. She couldn’t get past the protections without alerting the people inside, but if Clara got out she could follow her. Of course, that worked only if Clara didn’t just floo away, or apparated right after she left the wards. Either way, she was likely up for a long wait.
Two hours went by, then three and then four. By the time the fifth hour was about to roll in, Ginny was almost ready to give up. It was then when several loud cracks announced the arrival of several hooded people, appearing just a few feet away from her. She held her breath and watched as the newcomers went through the wards and knocked at the door of Clara’s house.
Ginny took the opportunity to slip by the protections as well, hoping that Clara wouldn’t notice that the number of visible guests didn’t exactly match up the signals from the wards. She waited with the mysterious people until Clara opened the door.
“I’ve been waiting you,” she said cheerfully. “Come on in.”
Ginny slipped inside before Clara had the chance to close the door behind her guests. She led them to the living room, a moderately large space, finely furbished where a maid dressed in the typical French uniform was waiting with a tray of drinks for everyone.
Ginny eyed the maid for a moment. She was not too tall, with short straight hair. Ginny had impression of knowing her, though she was probably being mistaken. She had no acquaintances in that business, and she would remember a maid with a skirt that short, wearing high heels and stocking. Still, Ginny was sure she had seen her before, but couldn’t quite point out where.
“Make yourself at home, guys,” Clara called. “I’ll slip into something more comfortable while Claudine keeps you company. Claudine, dear, make sure to keep the guests entertained while I change.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the maid, Claudine, replied subdued.
The men got rid of their clothes, revealing common faces, none of which Ginny could recognize. They drank the drink offered by the maid, chatting idly with each other about different topics, none of the relevant to Ginny’s curiosity. They seemed to be normal people having a normal night out at a friend’s place. Ginny was convinced she was wasting her time until Clara returned, at which point Ginny was glad her jaw was hinged to her skull, or it might have hit the ground at the sight of what Clara wore.
The statuesque brunette, with a body toned by years of Quidditch training, had her hair done in shoulder long curls, which framed her face gorgeously if anyone bothered to look above the chocker that adorned her neck.
Ginny thought more likely that any watcher might be more interested in the black leather corset she had around her torso, which gave sustain to her supple but exposed breasts and failed to provide any cover whatsoever to her womanhood, that even at a distance was evident it was leaking juice down her tights. The figure was further enhanced by the knee-high boots with high heels that made her stand up straight like a statue carved out of stone.
“Well, everyone,” she purred at her guests, “are you just going to keep on staring, or are you going to enjoy the feast?”
Her words had lifted the spell that seemed to have fallen on the present, as her guest leered and started removing their clothes while Clara patiently waited.
The fastest two of the group, now naked and with throbbing erections of respectable sizes, approached her from both sides and began laying kisses on her neck, while they both grabbed a breast each and toyed with her nipples. Clara moaned, feeling their cocks pressing against her legs from both sides. In the meantime, the rest of her guests had finished undressing as well and they now circled the trio looking for their moment to step in.
“Hmm, Claudine,” she called her maid between moans, “keep the guests warm while they wait.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the maid answered promptly approaching the guests and dropping on her knees. Then and only then, Ginny noticed the small bulge in her skirt and put the picture together. The realization took away what little sense of reality she had left.
Claudine was actually Claude: Clara’s husband.
How? Why? When? A thousand questions raced through her mind, but every thought process grinded to a halt when one man put his cock against Claude’s lips and the ‘man’ took it in his mouth without protest, heck, even with eagerness.
“What a good little hubby you got yourself here, Clara,” the man currently being sucked off said amusedly. “So very well trained and obedient.”
Clara couldn’t answer, not while she was sucking a cock herself while squatting with her legs spread wide apart, and so the man currently entertained by her husband just kept thrusting his hips back and forth. At the same time, Claudine was using her hands to jerk off two other dicks with enthusiasm.
This sight was so incredible that Ginny couldn’t even muster a single thought. She just stood under her invisibility cloak, gaping at the unfolding scene.
Having swallowed with pleasure the first load of semen, Clara stood and leaned with her against the armrest of one of her couch, showing her shapely butt and dripping cunt to the presents. In the meantime, the men attending her maid had pushed down her blouse, revealing a pair of tiny boobs that couldn’t be natural. Claudine had to have undergone some treatment, either by potions or transfiguration, to look that feminine. One wouldn’t think she was a he at first glance. It didn’t help that she was gulping down cocks with a passion. Was that what people called… a sissy? Yeah, sissy. The term seemed to fit the feminized man properly.
The sissy was forced to choke on the dick she was sucking until the man had finished spewing his load deep inside her throat and though his eyes were tearing up, smearing the carefully applied make up, there was no actual violence in the act. When her head was released, she didn’t retreat but slowly slid off the meat rod with a carefulness that bordered on sheer devotion. No matter how Ginny looked at it, the sissy loved having that chunk of meat buried inside her.
“Stand up little faggot,” one of the men who was being sucked ordered, “show us what you’ve got.”
Obediently the sissy, the faggot, stood on her feet and pulled up the skirt revealing the small erected cock lying underneath, and turned around to show her butt, which was far too round and bouncy to be called manly.
“Show us your little pussy faggot, spread it for us.”
And the faggot did as she was told. Bending forward a little he spread his ass apart, showing the pink hole of his asshole, then she stretched it apart with her fingers.
“That’s a nice little pussy you’ve got yourself there, faggot. It looks to me like it wants some cock real bad. Am I right, faggot? You want us to fuck your pussy?”
“Yes, sir,” the sissy replied submissively, wiggling her butt left and right. “Please fuck my boypussy with your cocks.”
The trio of men surrounding the maid chuckled. “What a good little faggot you are. Hey Clara, has your husband always been like this?”
Clara, bent over the sofa with a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy, stopped sucking for a moment in order to answer, though she kept stroking and licking between words.
“No way, slrrp, I had to, slrrp, train her all, slrrp, by myself. She was always better, slrrp, at taking cocks, slrrp, that at giving it, slrrp, though.”
“No kidding,” he replied amusedly, “with that big clit she has she can’t possibly satisfy a woman, much less a cock starved whore like you. Ain’t that right faggot? But lucky for you we’ve got all the cock you and your wife could possibly need. Isn’t that great?”
“Yes sir,” the maid replied, butt still stretched open. “I’m not a real man, so I’m really glad you can keep my mistress happy in ways my little clitty never could.”
“You got that right, at least,” the man said as he pushed his cock at the entrance of the pretty sissy’s asshole. “I guess you at least deserve to know how a real man feels like.”
He pushed his cock inside, stretching the tight little asshole wide with its girth. The faggot let out a sound between a moan and a squeal, while her now free hands dung into the material of the couch she held onto with her pretty nails.
Over and over again the sissy moaned and squealed while the man behind pulled her hair like reins as he rode her ass with vigor.
Ginny couldn’t comprehend how a male – not a man – could look so delighted at being mocked, humiliated and used like a cheap whore. She knew there were males there were into other males, but this wasn’t it, even Ginny could tell. This… faggot wanted to be humiliated, degraded and used. He – she- was completely lost in pleasure, if her face was any indication.
Ginny couldn’t understand why, nor she could understand why she wasn’t disturbed by this sight. Perhaps the shock had brought her past the point of being unsettled any more than this, but that didn’t account for her heart racing madly in her chest, nor why she was seeing herself in the same position.
The memory of Draco’s cock pounding into her was just a few hours old and it still echoed into her.
It didn’t help that Clara was now sandwiched between two men, one ramming his cock into her pussy and the other roughly pounding her ass.
“Yes!” she grunted. “Yes! Fuck me deeper! Harder! I want to feel your cocks in my womb and in my stomach.”
“Fuck, Clara,” the man who was fucking her cunt said between grunts. “I don’t think I ever seen a bigger slut than you. I can’t believe that the rumor about the Holihead Harpies were cock-starved whores was actually true. Is everyone on you team like you?”
“Ah! Fuck! Yes! Yes we are! We are all whores. We love cock. We need cock. So shut up and fuck me harder.”
In response the man behind her smacked her ass and pounded her harder and harder.
Ginny stared. She watched as Clara moaned and squirmed under the intense care of the men currently violating her holes. Ginny watched but she didn’t understand.
Why. Why now of all times did Clara look like this? She was positively radiant, beautiful even from another woman’s standpoint. Her face was never so alight, not even after winning a difficult match. Was this really how Clara was? Her actual nature? The hidden nature of all the other girls on the team too?
Ginny’s own nature as well?
The redhead fled. With the cover of her cloak she run away from the room and out of the house. She run and run and run, until she didn’t know where she was anymore. Then, calming herself just a little, she apparated away.
However, no matter how far she went, she couldn’t escape her renewed doubts, nor the intense heat that was now again plaguing the core of her womanhood. No matter where she hid, the viscous trail of fluids down her tights would haunt her everywhere.
-xXx-
Soooo here’s the new chapter. I hope you all liked reading it as much as I did writing it. It’s been a long time since the last update, but I have been very busy over the holidays.
That said, I wish to thank all those who supported me until now, as well as address those who asked me how I could write a story such as this, where bad things happens to good people. Well, the answer is simple: I like it. Some people may call me, sick, deviant or pervert and they’d be correct. However I love who I am and what I write, and so do many other. I love writing about good people being twisted by lust and sex. After all, there is nothing better but to watch heroes fall, isn’t it?
I’ll be waiting for your feedback, so don’t leave me hanging.
Bye
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