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Mudbloods at Hogwarts	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 288609 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 16
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Gone to the Dogs

Harriet and Hermione sighed miserably when Monday morning rolled around and their weekend in the hospital wing came to an end. Madam Pomfrey gave them a sympathetic look and handed them each a vial of potion which was a slightly different colour than they were used to.
“Extra-strength, long lasting pain potions,” said Pomfrey when she saw their puzzled looks, “you will feel drowsy and your brains will be foggy - but that’s probably for the best. The effects last for twelve hours, so it will see you all the way through classes at its full strength.”
Harriet downed it quickly without a second thought, as did Hermione.
Thankfully, due to Madam Pomfrey, they had “missed” what usually passed for breakfast, and they made their way to the paddocks as ordered by Professor Kettleburn. The potions really started kicking in when they reached the Entrance Hall of the castle, and by the time they reached the edge of the woods, they were feeling very giddy and buzzy. They tried their best to hide their grins before they reached the clearing where Care of Magical Creatures was held.
Kettleburn gave them both an odd look, then shook his grizzled head before introducing the two naked girls to the first class of the day. Of course everyone was waiting and fidgeting in anticipation, having already been told what to expect by the students who had been in Friday’s lessons.
As before, most of the girls looked revolted, and most of the boys looked eager. Once again Harriet and Hermione were shackled to the wooden benches, and once again their orifices were mercilessly assaulted non-stop by the gang of adolescent trolls for the first hour.
Professor Kettleburn seemed to be in a vindictive mood today, as he didn’t bother using a cleaning spell between the classes, leaving them drenched in troll semen the entire day. And he was especially annoyed that his enervating charms didn’t seem to be having quite the desired effects.
The enervating charms certainly kept Harriet and Hermione awake, but there wasn’t enough misery and pain in the young witches’ eyes for Kettleburn’s liking, and not enough muffled shrieking. He almost considered bringing in some full-grown trolls for the last class of the day, then thought better of it, as the headmaster had been very explicit in his instructions.
For their parts, the incessant Troll rapes for five hours straight were still pretty horrible for Harriet and Hermione, but a bit easier to endure as the pain-potions were quite effective as far as making the day go by in a fuzzy daze.But there was nothing to be done about the voluminous amounts of Troll cum spewed into their throats, filling their bellies, and for Hermione, flooding the depths of her lower openings.
By the end of the day Kettleburn was forced to leave them shackled to the benches for another twenty minutes while the excess semen drained from every orifice.
“What’re you lookin’ at?” he snarled when he spied Hagrid nearby, who had halted to see what was happening, a disturbed look on the Half-Giant’s face.
“Nothin’!” Hagrid muttered as he watched the girls gasping and sputtering as the spunk continued drooling from their mouths. “Jus’ seems a bit much if yeh ask me...”
Then Hagrid turned around and stomped off, looking more ashamed than ever.

~o0o~
Madam Pomfrey was even more infuriated than she had been before when Harriet and Hermione were finally returned to the hospital wing bruised and doused in Troll semen. She quivered with rage, and for the millionth time over the last ten years she wondered if she should just quit and move to a civilised country.
But then who would be there to provide at least a bit of comfort to those chosen for the harshest treatment? Pomfrey sighed and knew that she wouldn’t leave as long as there were children to be looked after to the best of her ability.

~o0o~
Harriet and Hermione were simply glad to have got through the ordeal and enjoy a couple of days of respite and real food. They felt as if they were on holiday, cheery, and then dreary as Wednesday drew to a close and Thursday drew nearer. They were relatively pleased though when Madam Pomfrey dosed them Thursday morning with those pain potions again, to make at least one more day less arduous.
But Friday, Hermione and Harriet approached Potions with growing trepidation, both wondering what Snape had in store for them. They took their places at the front of the class in their submissive poses, both trembling slightly as Snape inspected them, a malevolent smirk on his face.
“Well, well,” he hissed, his fingers probing the depths of Harriet’s vagina, “there will be no reprieve for you or Granger today, Potter - no recreational activities with your little forest friends, which you both no doubt found highly... enjoyable.”
Harriet grit her teeth and glared at Snape, her anger building. But Snape just seemed to find it amusing as always.
“Instead, today I think you should put on a performance for the class’s entertainment,” Snape continued. “And to begin, there are many who have been waiting patiently for this opportunity.”
Snape beckoned the Gryffindor and Slytherin boys to join him at the front of the class.
Harriet and Hermione shared a dark look and Harriet could see it in Hermione’s eyes; somehow, what they expected was coming next seemed much more humiliating and degrading than the Trolls.
Apparently this had all been planned out, probably since last week; Snape’s desk was clear of the usual vials and beakers. Seamus and Ron grinned as they pushed Harriet flat on her back on Snape’s desk. Dean and Neville held her legs widely apart as Ron stepped forward between her thighs and unzipped his trousers.
Harriet looked over to see Crabbe and Goyle doing the same with Hermione as Malfoy stood between Hermione’s thighs, leering at her.
Ron tugged aside the gap in his briefs to release his erect penis. It looked even bigger than before and Harriet wondered if he’d got Percy to put another engorgement Charm on it.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been looking forward to this, Potter,” said Ron, his grin widening.
Despite her predicament, Harriet raised her eyebrows.
“Er... doesn’t that make you a ‘poof’ then? How long have you been having these feelings for me, Ron? Come to think of it, you did seem awfully eager to meet me on the Hogwarts Express!”
Harriet paid for her moment of fun when Ron painfully dug several of his fingers deeply into her wet channel. Harriet let out a hiss through her teeth as he viciously twisted them inside her, looming over her with a snarl on his face.
“You think you can insult me Receptacle? after you’ve been showing off your twat the last few weeks and sucking off every guy right and left. You’re just a cum-guzzling slut to me, and it’s about time I got a crack at your cunt.”

“It’s not like I had a choice you brainless moron!” Harriet spat, mentally putting Ron on her ever-growing list; at that moment she didn't care that he was probably brainwashed by growing up in this culture. “I thought you were my friend, but you turned out to be just as sick and twisted as all the rest!”
There was a flicker of something on Ron’s freckled face, a glimmer of doubt... and then it was gone. Ron jammed his fingers deeply inside her again and yanked hard on one of her nipples with his other hand, drawing a squeal of pain from her.
“We’ll see who’s brainless after I fuck yours out!” he sneered.
Then Ron inserted the head of his monstrosity between Harriet’s labia and grunted as he shoved it into her heated entrance. He was definitely bigger, Harriet thought as she felt her sheath stretching around his wide shaft.
“Blimey!” Ron muttered, only halfway in. “You’re tighter than I thought you’d be. Hold her still you two,” he snapped at Seamus and Dean when Harriet squirmed.
She felt Seamus and Dean grasping her calfs and thighs harder, pulling her legs wider apart. Harriet bit her lip and tried not to cry out when he thrust himself all the way inside her, his knob banging against her cervix. Ron leaned over and clutched Harriet’s titties as he began to fuck her in earnest. She could feel his hot breath on her face and squeezed her eyes shut so she didn’t have to look at him.
“Open your eyes, slut,” Ron ordered as he squeezed her boobs hard and yanked on them.
Even if she wanted to, Harriet couldn’t keep her eyes closed, compelled as she was by her collar. Harriet continued to endure it, hating the sight of his ugly grimace. Ron kept it up for a while, thrusting his beast into Harriet’s depths again and again, panting, until he stiffened and groaned. Pulling on Harriet’s breasts again, Ron gasped as he erupted, and she could feel his molten seed spurting inside her, filling her.
Ron pulled his deflating cock from Harriet’s pussy and grinned.
“Who’s brainless now, eh?” Ron sniggered, putting it back in his pants. Then he grasped her thigh and held her open as Seamus took his place...
And so it went for the next half hour as they each took a turn; Harriet’s canal was brimming with the semen of the Gryffindors, seeping from her labia. She heard Snape mutter a spell, and it was trapped inside her.
“Ah, Potter, let’s keep that stoppered for the moment until you’re ready to give us your performance - I think we’ll enjoy watching you make Granger dance first.”
Harriet wasn’t sure what Snape meant, until she was dragged over to Hermione and saw the grinning Goyle pulling his cock out of her. She could hear Hermione sobbing as Snape pushed her face into Hermione’s swollen sex, overflowing as it was with the semen of the Slytherins.
“Get on with it Potter,” Snape commanded. “Drink up! I don’t want a drop left inside her, and then keep that tongue going until you make her dance.”
Her face burning as her tongue darted out, Harriet began the task she had been ordered to do. It was something she wouldn’t have minded doing under other circumstances, without the semen inside Hermione, and without the audience. But she could hear Hermione’s sobs of humiliation and felt a deep sense of shame.
Harriet licked and slurped out the cum, her tongue burrowing deep into Hermione’s vessel. Hermione squirmed, gasping, her thighs clamping around Harriet’s head as Harriet lavished her attention upon Hermione’s labia, sucking on Hermione’s engorged clit. Hermione squealed and shuddered, dousing Harriet’s face with her own juices.
There was a round of applause from the class.
“Very good Potter!” said Snape, leering at the two young witches. “Now it is your turn to perform. On the desk again, legs wide to give Granger access.”

Harriet gave Hermione an apologetic look as they traded places, watching Hermione’s tears dripping from her scarlet cheeks. Harriet parted her legs and felt Hermione’s wet tongue slip between her pussy lips.
Harriet hated how good Hermione’s tongue felt inside her with all eyes upon them both. Finally Hermione finished cleaning out Harriet’s interior and got to work on her labia. Waves of unwanted pleasure rushed through Harriet’s veins, her thighs now gripping Hermione’s bushy head. When Hermione began twirling Harriet’s fleshy nubbin with her tongue, Harriet was taken by storm and quivered, flooding Hermione’s face with her nectar.

There was another round of applause as Harriet and Hermione returned meekly to their poses, faces dripping with each other’s fluids. Harriet caught Parvati and Lavender’s glistening eyes as tears ran down their cheeks.

~o0o~
“They’re so evil!” Lavender hissed Saturday morning as she and Parvati fed Harriet and Hermione through the bars of their cage after ‘breakfast.’
“The sooner we can get you two out of here the better,” said Parvati. “It’ll just get worse the longer you stay.”
“Yeah,” Harriet agreed, feeling an uncomfortable wriggling in her belly. She looked down to see it protruding a bit and realised it was the Burrowing Carrot saplings gestating inside her. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take. Maybe after I get these horrible things out of me - I think we could manage the spells if you can steal us some wands...”
“We could even practice a bit with your wands during lunchtime this week if you’ll let us,” Hermione whispered.
“Of course we will,” said Lavender.
“Now we just have to figure out a way to get these things off us,” said Harriet, “And I think I’ve got an idea. I saw something about the Imperius Curse in one of the Advanced Defence books we were looking at last week. If we could use that on Snape...”
“...then we could order him to take these things off,” said Hermione excitedly. “That’s brilliant Harriet! We’ll just have to practice as much as possible for the next few weeks during lunchtime, and then maybe we can make a break for it...”

~o0o~
Over the next week, Harriet and Hermione managed to slip out of the castle every day during lunch and meet up with Lavender and Parvati in a clearing in the Forbidden Forest far away from the Paddocks where Care of Magical Creatures lessons took place. Practicing with Lavender’s and Paravati’s wands, they were both thrilled to see how well their mental practice and memorisation had paid off.
They managed to make it through to lunchtime on Friday without anything worse than the usual humiliations - even Snape that morning had furiously let them be (after a good groping of course). Harriet wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign.
In any case, they were once again in the clearing at lunch practicing a number of spells including Diffindo, Protego, and a Stunning Spell. Harriet sometimes forgot to say the incantations out loud, but the spells seemed to work just as well when she thought them in her head. Her stunning spell was so strong it ripped a branch off a nearby tree in a burst of red sparks and a flock of starlings took flight.
“Blimey!” she muttered. “We’d better not practice any of the Blasting Curses...”
“I’m sure you’ll be able to make them work though,” said Hermione, looking awed.
Her own stunning spell, while fairly strong, was nowhere near as powerful; she reckoned that Harriet would probably beat her out in Defence Against the Dark Arts if they were to actually take the course.
There was a sudden crunch of branches nearby and what sounded like heavy footsteps. Alarmed, Harriet had her borrowed wand ready, just in case. There were rustling and cracking sounds and the bushes parted to reveal a surprised looking Hagrid.
Harriet and Hermione trembled with fright, not sure what to do or say. Lavender and Parvati were both shaking too.
“Oh!” said Hagrid, looking perplexed and conflicted. “It’s you lot - wondered what was goin’ on over here,” he said, almost matter-of-factly.
“P-p-please,” Harriet stammered. “D-d-don’t tell anyone! They’ll p-p-probably do something really horrible to us! I promise we won’t do it again!”
Hagrid sighed and scratched his head through his wild thicket of hair; he flushed, looking rather ashamed of himself.
“I wouldn’a do that ter yeh, Harry,” he muttered. “In fact, I’ll help yeh as much as I can. You can practice here any time yeh like, whenever you c’n get away from the castle...”
“You will?” gasped Harriet. “I mean... we can?”
“Yeah, I owe yeh at leas’ that much.” Hagrid cast his eyes down. “I’m sorry what I’ve done t’yeh both - really, I am! It’s jus’... the way things’ve been fer so long, I almos’ forgot how ter be a decent human being.”
Hagrid looked up again, and Harriet saw a fierce look in his eyes.
“When yer ready ter make yer escape, I’m with yeh both! I promise! Bu’ we’ll have ter figure out how t’get ‘round the Trace... That’s how the Ministry tracks the magic o’ underage wizards outside o’ Hogwarts,” he explained when he saw Harriet and Hermione both looking puzzled.
“I think there migh’ be a way,” Hagrid continued. “If I c’n get inter Dumbledore’s office, there’s a little doodad in there that blocks magical detection - tha’s how I managed ter pick yeh up Harry. I think I tol’ yeh tha’ technically I’m not allowed ter use magic. So the Ministry put a trackin’ spell on me, an’ Dumbledore used the doodad on me, an’ I’ve been able ter use magic ever since without alertin’ the Ministry.”
“Wow!” said Harriet, her eyes as wide as saucers, not quite able to believe their good luck.
“Wow!” she said again. “I... er, I don’t know what to say!”
“Don’ say nothin’...” said Hagrid. “I don’ deserve any thanks. Like I said, it’s the leas’ I c’n do fer yeah - mebbe we c’n even getcha both outta the country. There’s a school in France that’d prob’ly take yeh both in.”
“Anyway,” he went on. “Yeh got about half an hour till lunch is over - I’ll jus’ be goin’ an’ letcha keep practicin’... I’ll keep an eye out - make sure nobody comes this way.”
Hagrid began to lumber away, leaving four stunned young witches in the clearing. He halted suddenly and turned around.
“Oh - jus’ one more thing. Should give yeh both a heads up,” he said, looking ashamed again. “Dumbledore’s got sump’n planned fer yeh both termorrow evenin’... supposed ter be dinner entertainment fer the whole school ... an’ ...er... well, let’s jus’ say yeh’ll be seein’ Fang an’ Fluffy...”
“Sorry, nothin’ I c’n do ‘bout it,” Hagrid mumbled as he spun around and stalked off.
Harriet and Hermione both blanched. Now they had a very good idea why Snape was so angry and hadn’t abused them too much that morning.
“Fang and Fluffy?” said Lavender, a bewildered expression on her face. “What’s that all about?”
“Dunno what Fluffy is,” Harriet muttered, imagining a giant magical bunny, no doubt with an enormous penis, “but Fang is Hagrid’s dog...”
“Eeew!” said Parvati, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
“And he’s not little either,” Hermione squeaked, crestfallen. “Fang’s a Great Dane!”

~o0o~
Saturday was wretched; the anxiety steadily building as the day wore on, locked in their cage in the Great Hall hoping the evening would never arrive. But they couldn’t stop time and Harriet and Hermione began trembling as the students began filling the tables, buzzing with curiosity while they waited for the Feast. Hermione’s sharp ears caught snatches of conversation.
“So what do you think...?”
“Maybe centaurs?”
“Wicked!”
Finally Dumbledore rose to his feet, his eyes twinkling merrily.
“Greetings one and all!” His voice rang out, echoing in the Hall. “As you know, we strive to bring you the best in entertainment at least one or two weekends a month, and tonight is no exception. We have quite a special treat for you tonight, a rarity in these parts gifted to us by the Greek Academy of Alchemy and Philosophy.
“And to make sure that neither of our Receptacles misses out on the frivolity, please first welcome Fang - whom some of you may already know...”
Hagrid entered the Great Hall with his huge Great Dane in tow, shooting an apologetic look at Harriet and Hermione. Fang was at least two hundred pounds, and a rather large member dangled between his legs. Hagrid chained the end of Fang’s leash to the cage.
While they waited to see what Fluffy was, Fang began whining and pawing at Harriet and Hermione through the cage. His chain rattled as he padded around to the rear of the cage, the better to reach them. He sniffed, his wet nose snuffling against their bottoms. Then his tongue darted out and he began slobbering all over their backsides.
Harriet and Hermione both tried to pull away from the back of the cage, but that proved to be a mistake as the spreaders between their ankles hampered their movement, exposing even more of their bottoms, perfectly within reach of Fang’s tongue. There was some laughter as Harriet and Hermione squirmed while Fang licked the crevice parting their bottom cheeks, and slathered their slits.
Everyone’s attention was suddenly caught, gasps echoing as everyone eyed the monstrosity which Hagrid was now leading into the Hall, a massive Hound at least twice the size of Fang... with three heads.
“A Cerberus!” Hermione whimpered, horrified.
“Bloody Hell!” Harriet swore. “That thing is huge...”
Harriet trailed off, having a bad feeling that the Beast wasn’t meant for her, given her slightly swollen belly. Fang’s cock was at least within the realm of a rather large human - or an adolescent Troll, but that thing - that three headed monster - Harriet couldn’t imagine taking the thing swinging between its legs inside her.
“Ah, and this is Fluffy,” Dumbledore beamed. “The Beast I warned everyone to avoid on the Third Floor - which is currently being guarded by a few Dementors while we bring you this special event.”
“Th-that’s what D-Dumbledore warned us about?” Hermione moaned.
She felt a tingling sensation as a spell rippled through her entire body and looked up to see Dumbledore waving his wand at her. Hermione recognised the sensation from when Dumbledore had made her throat stretchier to accommodate Hagrid’s enormous penis - suddenly she realised the Monster was meant for her.
“Oh no! ... Oh no! ... Oh no!...” Hermione began to feel like she might hyperventilate when Hagrid chained the snarling three headed canine to the other end of the cage.
Hagrid opened the cage door, and Hermione froze when he unshackled her hands and neck.
“Sorry Hermione!” he whispered as he leaned in close, “Yeh gotta come out... I can’ do nothin’ ‘bout it with Dumbledore an’ all the others watchin’... Tha’ spell Dumbledore cast on yeh - you’ll get through this alright - probably be a bit uncomfortable though.”
Hermione felt her collar yanking her forward onto all fours; against her will she crawled out of the cage, quaking, her legs spread wide by the spreader bar.
“Sorry... sorry...” Hagrid kept muttering as he clamped iron manacles around her wrists which magically clamped them to the marble floor; he did the same around her lower calves. “It’s just ter hold yeh in place so Fluffy don’ bang yeh around all over the place.”
Hagrid stood up again; Fluffy was growling and snarling and looked ready to pounce.
“Back yeh great furry beast!” said Hagrid, “Hold yer horses! I gotta get Harry ready too...”
Hagrid turned around to see that Harriet was already bravely exiting the cage on all fours, apparently resigned to her fate.
“Let’s get this over with,” she muttered at Hagrid while a delighted Fang began slobbering her vulva with his huge doggy tongue.
“Righ’ then, Harry.” Hagrid nodded. “Okay, Fang, Fluffy, on yer marks, get ready, get set... GO!”
Many students winced and Hermione shrieked when the massive 400 pound mastiff with three heads leapt on her back, the tip of his nearly two foot long red penis penetrating her with a single thrust.
Fortunately(?) Fluffy was enormous enough that Hermione fit right underneath the looming hound without being squashed. His massive paws on either side of her, drooling from his flapping jowls onto her bushy hair, she could feel his bristly fur scraping her back. Tears joined the slimy drool on Hermione’s cheeks when she felt her inner walls stretching wide around his gigantic cock as Fluffy jammed it in deeper.
Fluffy buried his huge bone all the way inside her; Hermione yelped and looked between her arms, past her jiggling little breasts, horrified to see her belly distending, the outline of Fluffy’s canine cock protruding from her abdomen. It took Hermione a moment to remember that Dumbledore’s spell had rendered her stretchy and her insides impervious to abuse.
Regardless, while Hagrid’s warning that she would feel “uncomfortable” was a massive understatement, it wasn’t as painful as she had imagined it would be. Hermione’s belly deflated as Fluffy pulled about halfway out, then distended again as he drove it back into her depths.
Hermione whimpered and moaned, biting her lip as the gargantuan dog began to pick up speed, mercilessly pounding her pussy. Despite the stretchy-impervious spell, the friction inside Hermione’s slick burning channel - clinging tightly to its arm thick shaft - built up as Fluffy pummeled her cunt like a jackhammer.
The heat of Hermione’s interior was easily matched by her blazing hot cheeks, humiliated as she was being relentlessly raped by a dog - a MONSTER bull-mastiff with three heads - in front of the entire school. Her breasts, small as they were, were now flapping back and forth as her entire body rocked. Hermione was actually glad for the shackles which held her in place, terrified to imagine what it would be like being bashed around the Great Hall on the end of Fluffy’s penis.

Then her eyes nearly popped out when Fluffy came to a halt, his entire length inside her, and she felt her vulva stretching even wider - wider than she thought possible. Of course - she suddenly remembered from a book of animal anatomy which had made her blush when she’d read it. Dogs had a knot at the base of the penis to keep them locked in place...
The thought was lost in a wave of dizziness when Hermione felt the first blast of dog semen flood her interior like a firehose turned on full pressure. She grit her teeth as Fluffy’s cock released another quart of cum inside her with every spasm.
It went on and on, her already distended abdomen bulging even more with every pulse - and a horrid thought flashed through her mind of being impregnated by the sperm of a gigantic magical dog! What if she had a litter of five or six gargantuan puppies?
Was that even possible? Who knew, given that Harriet’s belly was swelling a bit more each day now with the magical offspring of a magical root vegetable?
Hermione gasped and moaned - panting nearly as much as the beast atop her - not sure how much more she could take. But there was nothing she could do as the beastly cock continued throbbing.
Finally the jerks and twitches of the hellhound’s penis came to an end, all of its jizz sloshing around inside her. But the stink of the panting hot breath on the back of Hermione’s slobber drenched neck, and the heaving bristly belly of the beast resting on her nearly raw backside as the Cerberus’s rigid twenty four inch penis remained lodged, buried at full length for what seemed like hours with its sperm inside her, magnifying her humiliation a thousand-fold.
But only twenty minutes had passed when Hermione felt the knot at the base of the dog’s penis slowly subsiding and the shaft slowly deflating. Finally - after another five minutes passed - the beast’s cock had softened and shrunk enough for it to pull out.
The relief of pressure was profound when Hermione’s distended abdomen returned to almost normal shape, though still swollen as if she were pregnant just from the amount of spunk the giant dog had pumped into her womb, ropes of it dangling from her throbbing vulva.
In her daze, Hermione barely noticed at first when the manacles shackling her wrists and calfs to the floor slowly slid, lowering her, until she spied Harriet’s upside-down slobber drenched face beneath her own.
“It’s not over yet,” Harriet muttered grimly as her head passed under Hermione, sliding further down, passing her full belly.
It wasn’t until Harriet’s body came to a stop that Hermione realised with horror what was expected of them next. She stared for a moment at the fiery red pussy lips below her, feeling the heat radiating against her cheeks. The manacles shifted again and Hermione felt her breasts flattening against Harriet’s abdomen, and Harriet’s against her own.
“Sorry ‘gain, you two,” said Hagrid. “Drink up - they won’ let you two up until yeh've both licked out every las’ drop inside, an’ then... er... an’ then bring each other off.”
Tears welled in Hermione’s eyes at the thought that she had by far the easier task, as Harriet would have to gulp down what must be at least several gallons of dog sperm as it drained out of her vagina.
She felt Harriet’s tongue slathering her heated pussy, then she felt Harriet’s lips pressing against her vulva and Harriet’s tongue delving inside her, and then the suction as Harriet began to inhale the dog semen accompanied by slurping and guzzling sounds.
Hermione lowered her face and stuck out her tongue as she got to work on Harriet’s pussy. It was nasty work lapping up and swallowing Fang’s cum like a kitten drinking cream; even after all the daily feedings and the Troll semen which had been pumped into her and Harriet’s throats and stomachs, it was even more revolting and shameful to be doing it under the watchful eyes of hundreds of students.
She finished her own task in due time, sadly noting that her belly was still very full. Hermione continued licking the delicate inner petals of Harriet's slit - which had gradually shrunk to her normal tightness and cooled down - sucking and gently nibbling Harriet’s swollen clitoris as ordered.
Harriet shuddered and quaked beneath her, the younger girl’s task becoming more difficult as her body was wracked with orgasm after orgasm, squirting her juices all over Hermione’s face. After what seemed like another hour with Harriet’s tongue inside her, it appeared that Harriet had finally completed her first task.
And then it was Hermione who arched and bucked, moaning as Harriet brought her to completion. She slumped atop Harriet, worn out, knowing that Harriet’s exhaustion must be a hundred times worse as the Great Hall echoed with loud cheers and thunderous applause...

~o0o~
Cornelius Fudge hated this part of his job. He sighed with weariness, glad that the wizards accompanying him were keeping the worst of the effects of the Dementors at bay while he inspected the citadel of Azkaban, peering into every cell, his footsteps echoing through the stone corridors.
He halted before the iron bars of Sirius Black’s cell as he had every year for as long as he had been Minister. Black was as gaunt and haunted looking as ever. There was something in Black’s eyes which almost suggested his innocence, but unless the Wizengamot called for a proper trial, there really was nothing Fudge could do except make his case for a trial again, as he had every year.
Black gave Fudge a wry smile. “Nice to see you again Cornelius, I look forward to our little chats.”
“Of that I have no doubt,” said Fudge. “Anyway, you might find these, er... interesting.”
Fudge passed Black a stack of Daily Prophets from the last couple of months. He swallowed when he saw Black’s features darkening.
“Is this true?” asked Black, his face contorted with anger.
“They’ve actually made Harry a... a Receptacle?” he sputtered. “James’s son... a Sex-Slave?”
“Technically his daughter now, apparently - and permanently,” Fudge mumbled, feeling his face grow warm with embarrassment. It was clearer than ever that Black was an innocent man. “And there’s nothing the Ministry can do about it as long as Dumbledore and Lucius control the Wizengamot and make the laws...”
AN:
@ Skepna: Well, this is a Dark smut-fic in the tradition of de Sade's most notororious works after all, blended with a heaping of Dark Hentai and Satire of common tropes to be found in those genres and Harry Potter! The whole point is a relentless onslaught of smutty degradation.
I just can't help myself though: It's almost impossible for me to write something without a plot, and of course I could never leave my central protagonists in such a horrible conditions. I can assure you, Revenge will eventually come--some of it brutal!.

@ Naruko-Fan: Thank you! :-) ...I'm not sure how rapid of a pace I will be updating this story, It wil vary depending which story my Muse wants to focus on--I am merely her vessel! Lol! :D
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