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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 272936 -:- Recommendations : 15 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Hermione slept until noon the next day, waking in confusion on the cold, dingy floor, manacled to a toilet. The previous night came back in hazy flashes, but the central image screamed in her mind: Cormac’s glorious cock. Feeling herself get wet, she began to finger herself again, sinking into her memories of the previous night.

Several hours later she heard the unexpected sound of her manacles clicking open followed by a loud crack. Hermione let out a small scream as a house elf materialized next to the toilet holding a tray of food.

“Dobby?” Gasped Hermione, suddenly deeply ashamed of her state of dress and condition.

“Hello, Miss Hermione,” chirped the elf, seemingly not noticing the dried cum in her hair and on her face. “Dobby is bringing your dinner, since Master Cormac is telling Dobby that Miss Hermione needs her strength for tonight. He is also to tell you that there is a shower in the other room for you to use. You is to be ready for him right here in an hour.”

With another crack, the elf was gone. Hermione sighed, sure that her secret would be out soon thanks to the talkative elf. She grabbed the tray and inhaled the food, not having realized how hungry she was, though she shouldn’t have been surprised; it had been almost twenty-four hours since her last meal, yet in her state of delirious and constant post-orgasmic joy, she had barely noticed.

Once she had eaten she exited the unlocked stall and found the shower. Stripping out of her “clothes,” she stepped under the icy spray and hurriedly rinsed the cum from her body. Pulling the outfit back on she returned to her stall, knelt on the floor, spread her legs, and began to prepare her pussy for Cormac.

***

She woke again in the morning to the door opening. Her thighs still screamed in pain, her throat was raw, and her jaw, pussy, and ass all felt as if they had been stretched to a point where they would never return to their original size. Her ass was slowly leaking cum onto the floor and she could see the tattered remains of her outfit on the floor nearby. She shivered in happiness.

“He said it was in here,” said a voice.

“This place is fucking gross,” said a second.

“Who cares?” said the first, “If I get a blowjob out of it, I’d stand in sewage. McClaggen said this bitch sucks better than a Veela.”

Hermione’s still groggy brain suddenly realized that they must be talking about her. And, despite their praise of her abilities, the fact remained that two strange boys were coming to use her mouth for their own pleasure.

Shit! It was one thing to be used like that by Cormac, since she’d been a fully willing participant in their fun. But now? Two strange boys were going to know that Hermione Granger was a slut. Even if she could get away with not blowing them, they would still see her naked body, shackled to a toilet and covered in dried semen. The whole castle would know by lunch.

The stalls on either side of her opening jogged her back to the present. A soft tapping sound emanated from the adjacent walls and two holes appeared, through which the boys dangled their semi-erect cocks. Neither boy was particularly well-endowed, at least compared to Cormac. The first was about six inches long and thick. The second was around eight inches long but rather thin.

“What next?” said thick.

“Cormac said to tell the bitch that if she doesn’t gob our nobs, he’ll give her to the Slytherins,” said thin. “Hear that bitch? Get sucking.”

Hermione’s rational mind rebelled against the idea of being handed to the Slytherins, but her newly-awakened and constantly horny mind found the idea to be immensely appealing. Maybe she could get him to do it anyway after she was done with these two. She reached up to grab one cock and bent to take the other in her mouth.

“Holy shit! There’s actually a girl in there!”

“Shut up, prat! I don’t want to listen to you while I’m getting a blowjob.”

Hermione sucked deeper, taking the cock all the way into the back of her throat as she pumped away at the other. After a few minutes she switched to the other cock. After the abuse her throat had received from Cormac she could easily take both of these cocks into her mouth all the way to the base. Neither of them had his stamina either and she found herself swallowing several mouthfuls of cum after only a few minutes.

“Wow!” said the boy with the thin dick. “That was incredible! Will you tell me your name so I can come see you later?”

“Shut up, you twat. The bitch is Cormac’s. We’ll be back later, cunt.” With that the two boys left and Hermione sagged back to the floor.

Moments later the door opened again and the same events played out with two new cocks. Then another two. And another. After an hour Hermione had sucked at least twelve cocks, swallowed buckets of cum, been smothered in more of it, and had even let one of the bigger cocks fuck her through the hole in the wall. Finally she slumped to the floor, passed out from the effort and overwhelming pleasure.

Her return to consciousness was once again heralded by voices, and this time she definitely recognized them.

“Wakey, wakey, whore!” barked Cormac, slamming the door to the bathroom open. “She’s been in here for a few days now, and I sent her some friends earlier. Hang on one second.” He poked his head into her stall and smirked at the sight of Hermione huddled in a pool of cum. “You look like you’ve been having fun. We’re going to have some more. But, I’m not quite ready for everyone to know who you are, so let’s cover up that face.” He tossed her a leather mask and she pulled it on gratefully, letting her hair hang out the back. “Up you get, slut. Come meet Blaise.”

Hearing the name of Cormac’s companion Hermione stumbled, not out of fear, but because Blaise’s presence was nearly as good as her fantasy of being handed over to the Slytherins, not to mention the fact that he was easily the best looking guy in the school. She walked out of the stall and stood in front of Cormac and Blaise. Both boys had already removed their shirts and were smiling at her.

“What are you?” asked Cormac.

“Your whore,” replied Hermione sheepishly. Blaise grinned wider.

“Good girl,” continued Cormac. “Now, go show Blaise how good you are with your mouth.”

Hermione fell to her knees and quickly pulled Blaise’s cock from his pants, licking her lips in anticipation as he swelled in her hand. Without much further delay she took his glorious tool into her mouth. Blaise wasn’t as big as Cormac, but he still forced her mouth open to its limits. As she worked her mouth up and down Blaise’s shaft, Hermione felt Cormac crouch down behind her and start to play with her already wet pussy and she pushed into him with a moan, ready to be filled again.

By the time Cormac finally finished teasing her and shoved his cock into her pussy, Hermione’s hood was covered in drool from the pounding Blaise had given her throat. He slid out and slapped her face a few times with his still hard dick, before helping Cormac spin her around and lift her into the air. The ease with which the two men moved her around like a doll drove her to her first orgasm, the second following almost immediately when Blaise shove his cock into her nearly virgin ass while Cormac’s glorious tool continued to pound her cunt, stretching her to new and fabulous levels.

“I think we broke her!” laughed Cormac, as Hermione’s head lolled limply against his muscular chest and her body spasmed uncontrollably.

“Nah,” grunted Blaise, his cock continuing to plunder her tender arse, “We fixed her. Girls should just be fucktoys. Gotta get rid of any dumb notions they might have.”

Moments later both Blaise and Cormac tensed, shooting their loads deep into Hermione’s ass and cunt. The two boys pulled out and let Hermione slide limply to the floor. Blaise kicked her gently.

“Hey slut, get up here and clean our cocks!”

Hermione shifted to her knees and took Blaise’s soiled cock in her mouth. As she sucked his still throbbing member, she heard a tearing sound behind her and out of the corner of her eye saw Cormac holding a roll of tape and a large butt plug. He slid the butt plug into her ass, capturing Blaise’s cum and then slapped a strip of tape over her swollen pussy, trapping his own cum. Blaise laughed.

“Well,” he said, slapping his now limp dick against the side of Hermione’s face before pulling his pants back on, “I’ll leave you to finish up with this cunt. I’m going to go fuck Sinistra again.”

“Have fun with your MILF,” chuckled Cormac as he pulled Hermione’s head towards his cock. Once the door clicked shut behind Blaise, Cormac ripped the mask off Hermione’s head and shoved his cock into her throat as far as it would go, completely cutting off her air.

“Use your throat muscles to work my cock!” He ordered.

Hermione did her best to massage his prick with her throat, constricting and relaxing rapidly and running her tongue over the base of his shaft. Just as her vision started to blur from lack of air, he pulled out, gave his cock a few quick strokes and blasted another load of cum onto her face.

“Nice work, whore. Now, I’m going to go take care of a few things,” he said, pulling on his pants. “You’re going to put this on,” he gestured at a pile of clothing, “and then I have a job for you.”

“Yes, sir,” said Hermione, meekly. She was still shuddering from her orgasms, delirious from nearly suffocating, and acutely aware of her filthiness. She pulled on the clothes, very like her ordinary uniform but for the sheerness of the shirt, the lack of bra, the shortness of the skirt, the red thong, the fishnets, and the stilettos. Dressed, she looked like the male fantasy of a schoolgirl. Cormac smirked at how much her had transformed Gryffindor’s Golden Girl in just a few short hours. With a wave of his wand her hair pulled into two pigtails and her face was made up with bright red lipstick.

“You’re such a slutty little whore,” he declared with a laugh, slapping her ass. “Now, I need to go sort some things out, in the mean time, here’s what you’re going to do…”

***

At that very moment, Ginny was leading Harry out of the Great Hall and towards an unoccupied classroom on the first floor. She poked her head into the room and let out a small gasp.

“Well,” she whispered, “we can’t use this one! Come on, bitch.”

Harry followed her again, sneaking his own quick look into the room. The sight nearly made him stop cold: it was Blaise Zabini, lying on his back on the teacher’s desk, with Professor Sinistra bouncing up and down on his lap facing the door. His hands were on her breasts and his cock, nearly the size of Harry’s forearm, was buried deep in her ass.

Ginny tugged impatiently on Harry’s arm.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” She said, choosing another abandoned room. “Maybe I’ll hook up with Blaise, since you’re clearly not worth being my boyfriend.”

Harry’s heart stopped momentarily. For the last day and a half he’d held onto the fantasy that Ginny might be willing to be his girlfriend despite his obvious shortcomings. Now the reality was sinking in that he wasn’t worth even that much.

“Oh, poor baby,” cooed Ginny, seeing the look of devastation on his face, “You thought we could still be a couple? Please, you’re not worth it. You’ll do as a cunt licker for now, but I’ve got a taste of what I really want, and I plan on getting it. Now,” she motioned to the empty patch of floor in the middle of the room “Get your pants and shirt off, lie down and get to work.”
Harry complied with her orders and, clad in nothing but his panties and chastity device, lay in the center of the room. Ginny peeled off her panties and sat down on Harry’s face, letting her skirt fall down over his head. Harry extended his tongue and lapped eagerly at her pussy, doing his best to bring her pleasure.

Ginny moaned happily and began to play with her breasts, relishing the feeling of dominance over Harry. As his tongue did it’s work a strange thought occurred to her: as much as she enjoyed making Harry to submit to her, it didn’t quite match the pleasure she took in submitting to Luna. It was an interesting notion…maybe Blaise would be worth her time after all.

Grinning broadly, she ground her pussy into Harry’s face harder, and pulled out her wand, pointing it at Harry’s caged cock. Harry’s hips bucked wildly as the cage began to vibrate. Ginny bent forward so she could lick him through his panties, driving him closer and closer to the edge. She felt her own orgasm arrive just as he began to whimper piteously. She sat back up, halted the vibration of his cage and let loose, squirting over his face and chest as she cried out in ecstasy.

“Good boy!” She sighed as she rolled off his face. “At least you’re somewhat useful.” She pulled her panties back on. “I’m going to go talk to Blaise. You get dressed and then meet Luna outside the Charms room.” She turned on her heel and left the room, leaving the door wide open.

Harry scrambled back into his clothes and wiped his face on his robe, wishing Ginny had let him cum. Dejectedly, he made his way up the grand staircase in the direction of the Charms wing. Luna met him in the corridor, smirking wickedly. She pulled him into a kiss and he once again tasted cum on her tongue. Breaking the kiss, she gestured towards the Charms classroom and they entered.

“Pants off,” she ordered. Harry complied quickly. “I’ve arranged a little treat for you,” she continued, pulling out her wand, “and for it to work, we need you to look halfway like a man again.” With that, she vanished his cage and plug and transformed his panties into men’s briefs.

“Now, lie down on the desk.”

Harry did as he was told and Luna fished his cock, already at full, meager attention, out of his pants. She spat on it and looked him in the eye.

“You’re about to get to cum, my pet! But you still have to ask before I let you cum.” She began to stroke him slowly, using her spit as lube. “The goal here, by the way,” she continued, as her teasing pace began to drive him crazy, “is to get you to last a little longer. You have a date tonight!”

“Misstress,” he gasped, only vaguely grasping what she had just said, “I’m going to cum!”

“No you’re not, pet,” purred Luna. She immediately stopped stroking and squeezed his balls painfully, stopping his orgasm in its tracks. As Harry’s mind refocused, he recalled her words from moments ago.

“A date, Misstress?” He stammered.

“A date, my pet,” said Luna, resuming her stroking of his prick. “With a girl even! And we don’t want her to know right away that you’re a little sissy boy, so I’m taking the edge off.” Hearing his whimper, she stopped again for several moments. When Harry tried to buck into her hand she slapped him hard across the face.

“None of that! You cum when I want you to!” She directed her wand at him and Harry felt his body stiffen, locking itself in place. Luna began to stroke again, gently teasing the head of his cock with a single nail.

Luna continued her torment for nearly twenty minutes, bringing Harry close to the edge and then, cruelly cutting off his release. Finally, his cock purple and swollen to nearly twice its usual size, Harry couldn’t take it any more.

“Please, Misstress!” He almost shrieked, “May I cum?” Luna grinned and ran a finger down his length.

“Yes,” she said, jamming her finger suddenly into his ass and curling it to massage his prostate.

Harry let out a piteous groan and his cock erupted shooting ropes of cum up into the air, covering his chest and face with the largest load of his life. Luna curled her fingers again, and squeezed another few spurts from his cock. Withdrawing her fingers, she began to scoop up his cum and bring it up to his mouth. As he cleaned her fingers dutifully, Luna began to explain her plans for the evening.

“Ginny and I had a conversation with a few friends earlier,” she began. “It’s obvious that you’re not fit to be Ginny’s boyfriend: she’s too much woman for you, and I’m already spoken for. We figured that we should set you up with someone similarly pitiful and worthless…another slut. We’ll all continue to keep an eye on you of course, but she’ll be your day-to-day monitor. How’s that sound, little boy?”

“Thank you, Misstress,” said Harry, not quite believing that he was being offered this sort of chance. “Who is it?”

“You’ll have to find that out for yourself,” said Luna, presenting her fingers for Harry to clean a last time. “She’s waiting for you in the Room of Requirement. Dobby is setting up a lovely romantic evening for you two, so get cleaned up, and get dressed.” Luna got up and looked down, a mischievous glint coming into her eyes. “But first, I think I deserve a reward. You know what to do.”

She lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside, her hard cock springing free. Harry sank to his knees and got to work, licking up and down the shaft and playing delicately with her balls. Unlike their previous sessions where she relished in treating his face like any other fuck hole, Luna relaxed into his blowjob, running her fingers through his hair and letting him do all the work.

Ever since meeting in the morning with her Master and Cormac, she had been on edge. As she had sat at their feet, worshipping two glorious cocks, her Master had detailed his plan, a masterpiece of depravity and perversion. She couldn’t wait to watch it unfold.

After a few minutes work, Luna moaned softly and filled Harry’s mouth with her cum, holding his head gently in place.

“Don’t swallow, pet,” she purred, “I want a taste!” She helped him to his feet and hungrily met his mouth with her own, savoring the sweetness of her cum in his mouth. Finally they pulled apart and both swallowed. Luna patted his cheek.

“Get ready, Harry. You’re in for a fun night.”

She skipped out of the room, leaving Harry to dress himself and clean up as best as possible. Finally presentable, he left the classroom and headed for the Room of Requirement. He nervously smoothed down his hair and entered the room.

The Room of Requirement, always obliging, had taken on the appearance of a luxury penthouse hotel suite. Harry was standing in a warmly lit anteroom looking out a window to a beautiful, yet unidentifiable cityscape at sunset. He looked to his left and could see the entrance to a large bedroom. He looked to his right and saw a sitting area. On the far wall, a fire burned merrily in the fireplace, casting a flickering light over a small dining table. The table was set for two, with a bottle of Champagne chilling in a silver bucket, a dozen roses in an elegant vase, and, sitting at one of the chairs, dressed like an image straight from one of his fantasies, was Hermione.
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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)