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Chapter 2 – Back for a talk
Harry and Hermione have a conversation about have 'useful' she wants to be.
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Another different way of looking at things
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related terms and characters are the property of JK Rowling. The use of copyrighted material is for non-profit entertainment purposes only, and in no way constitutes a challenge to the existing copyright.
So, here it goes...
Chapter 2 – Back for a talk
She had dozed off in the tub again when the sound of the opening portrait woke her again. A short time later Harry walked into the bathroom with a smile on his face. She smiled happily back in answer when he sat down on the edge of the tub, gazing down at her full body on display for him. Even after being all the time naked in the suite she felt so exposed. Her smile grew when she saw the look in his eyes.
“Welcome back, Master.”
“I see you got all cleaned up, my pet.”
Harry let one hand glide over her exposed stomach, up to her left breast and took her nipple between thumb and index finder, rolling and squeezing until Hermione had to gasp from the sensation. A week ago the thought of somebody having such complete access to her body would have been just a fantasy. Now that she was owned it was her reality. But in situations like this she was still surprise what is mean. That my body belongs to him, to do what he wants with it. Which makes such a small gesture as squeezing a nipple so much more. She couldn’t help but close her eyes and arch her back and just moan.
“You are such a naughty slut, Hermione Granger. What am going to do with you?”
The use of her name in that sentence aroused her even more.
“Whatever you wish, Master. Whatever yo.... Hmmgrrr” A hard squeeze let her cut the sentence off.
“Come, it is time to eat. It is important that you keep your strength up.”
Hermione had barely time to lift herself out of her bath, literally following her nipple, which Harry kept pulling till she was standing beside him. She was still panting when he cast a drying charm at her and left for the living area. She wondered what she would be eating while she followed him, only wearing her collar.
Harry was already busy filling a bowl with what looked like chinese food to her. He gestured to a chair for her to sit down. The table was filled with takeaway boxes and while Harry filled his own plate, his pet could just wonder where the food came from.
Harry could clearly see the question in her eyes when he gave her a pair of chopsticks.
“Yes, pet?”
“Master, where?... where does this come from?”
“I picked it up on my way back of course.”
Harry looked at her curiously, clearly waiting for the reaction that would be inescapable a week ago. How much was Hermione tempted to scold him now? Old habits die hard after all...
He could see it in her eyes when see fought the urge down, accepting her place. She lowered her eyes.“It looks delicious, Master.” She did not see him grinning.
“Yes, it does, pet”
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After dinner Harry had a more serious question. They both had found their places on or in front of the couch.
“Did you enjoy what I did to you today, Hermione? It nearly was too much, wasn’t it?”
Hermione had to think about that for a moment. This afternoon was like none she ever had.
“I... I was so terrified when Luna came in the room. I’ve never been more embarrassed than when she saw me. I could do nothing but lie there and get more horny and hot by the second... Master. And when you told her to just use me to... to wipe herself clean. I was terrified... I felt so degraded...”
“Did you like it? Was it how you imagined it to be? To just being used?”
Hermione was silent for a moment before finally admitting quietly: “It was different than I imagined. I don’t know if I could have done it for anybody else... or with anyone else. Luna was so nonchalant about it. Like I wasn’t there. Like... like I was nothing more than...”
“... something to wipe your crotch with?”
“Yes... God, it made me so hot. I can’t describe it... thank you, Harry... Master. Thank you for making me do it. For ... turning me into something to wipe your crotch with.”
She flushed deep red by the end of that sentence. Harry noticed.
“Do you want me to do it again... or to humiliate you even more?”
Again a pause. “I will try to make you proud of me, to live up to your expectations. ...I will try”
“So you think I should offer you to Luna to use you whenever she needs your mouth as a rag?”
By now Harry could see her nipples were rock hard again. Her breathing became heavy from his question. She had to gulp before she could answer.
“If that is your wish, I will try to be a good rag, Master. ...Luna was so normal about it, so natural. For her I really was nothing more than tissue paper. She was not mean about it. I don’t know about anyone else...”
“So you would not mind if I let her drag you off during breaks to wipe her clean? Even if it weren’t cum she’d use you for?”
Hermione’s eyes widened at the implication.“I don’t know, Master. I...” her voiced dropped to a whisper. “I would be just a rag, after all.”
Harry caressed her cheeks and felt them burning in his hand. “I guess, it shall remain a surprise for you then if I give her permission to use you. It would be more fun that way, wouldn’t it?”
He felt her shiver in his hand. He would need to talk about this to Luna. It was important that she’d not go too far.
After a full minute Hermione added “Thank you for pushing me so hard, Harry. I couldn’t dream of a better Master..”
He bent down to her and kissed with all the love and pride he felt for her softly on the lips. “Only the best for you Hermione, my lovely little slut.” He could have stared forever into her eyes. This is what love looks like. The tear rolling from her eyes were quickly wiped by his thumb while he held her face in his hand.
“So, where and when would you like to be fucked, pet?”
One sentence was enough light her eyes up in lust. The love remained, as did the devotion. But the previous topic had left her very aroused.
“Please Master, take me now, here, on the floor, from behind. Please...?”
“Of course, my slut. You earned it. Just lie down on your stomach.”
Hermione complied immediately.
“Stick your ass in the air and use your hands to spread your cheeks, pet”
Again, it didn’t take her long to obey. Her slit was wet and her swollen lips were just waiting for him. He slid a finger over her, stopping over her little rosebud.
“We have to start loosening you up there, slut, till you are able to take me up your ass whenever I want to.”
Her “Yes, Master” was more moaned than said. She spread herself further.
“Hmm, It was hard for you all afternoon. Filling you only one time will clearly be not enough.” Harry slid first one finger into her, then two. She was clearly wet enough. But even so. It would be their first time, and he had to admit, he was nervous.
“Do you really want your first time to be here, on the floor”, he asked a final time while fingering her slowly. Her juices were flowing free now.
Between her panting she managed to say: ”I don’t care... hrrg... where... I want it.... hmmm to be you ... who takes me.... huh.. takes my virginity... take me, Master... Please!... mmm.... Please, fuck me.”
Harry turned his fingers inside her. Making her squeal even more. “You will always be mine, Hermione. Mine. Mine to take. Mine to use. Mine to own.” He grabbed his wand, quickly vanishing his clothes followed by a contraception charm. Then he just got into position above and slowly, but surely pushed inside her. “You belong to me”.
As was to expect he finished for the first time quickly. But that didn’t mean Hermione get any chance to catch her breath. He had cast a sticking hex on her hands, keeping then in place on her ass cheeks. Her moaning and begging to be allowed to cum were the perfect sounds to get him hard again while he sucked on her clit with a fever. He didn’t think about the taste of blood, he just let his mind be filled with lust and started fucking her for the second time. If he cared at the moment he would have thanked himself to place the silencing ward at the door. Hermione had begun screaming incoherently. He edge her on.
“Come for me. Come for me, my slut. You can’t stop it. You can’t stop cumming.”
Harry reached around and gave her little button a tweak when he was about to cum again. After shooting his seed inside of her he pulled out and began to slowly stroke her again. Hermione had almost past out. She was shivering all over. Her eyes were vacant and out of her throat came a stream of moaning.
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Hermione awoke the next morning feeling sore. She didn’t remember how she got into bed. Her memories ended in a sea of pain, lust and pleasure. He had truly taken her yesterday. Fucked her. He gave her such sweet pain and brutal pleasure. Until she thought she’d lose her mind. And he didn’t stop there.
Hermione could without a doubt say that she had more orgasms yesterday than in a month combined. She could seriously getting used to days like this.
She lay again at Harry’s feet. It was her place after all. But she was glad when she felt him stirring. She had to pee in a bad way and she’d have to ask him for permission for that. What if he didn’t? How long will I be able to hold it?Will I have to go in the shower again?
Her mind went still wild about that when she noticed her Masters breathing change. He was awake.
Hermione quickly knelt in front of him on the bed.
”Good morning, Master”
Harry smiled back. “Good morning pet.” Noticing her biting her lower lip nervously he got concerned. “How do you feel?”
“A little sore, Master. And I need to pee. ...may I go to the toilet, Master. Please?”
“Not yet” Harry dead panned, changing the subject. “What have you do today for school?”
“There is a meeting with the prefects we should attend at two. And...” she took a breath, trying not to think about the pressure in her bladder, “...and I have to write two essay today. Master... please?”
She had a hand pressed into her crotch and considered pleading more desperate.
“Very well. Go, pet. Go and sit on the toilet. But don’t you start until I say so.”
Harry had to chuckle when she ran into the bathroom in a flash. And a again when he followed her a minute later. Hermione sat on the toilet looking really desperate, tipping her feet and still had her hand pressed against her pussy. That gave him an idea.
“Piss on your hand, slut”
Those simple word turned Hermione red in seconds. Harry was watching her intently with his green gaze. Watching her pee. On her hand. He was not five minutes awake and already getting aroused from his control over her. She had no choice but to let go of her pee. She felt the warm liquid splash into her hand and into the bowl. And she couldn’t turn away from his eyes. Harry knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“Rub yourself”
The command caught her off-guard. Without a second thought she began to play with herself. Hermione couldn’t stop herself. Not from peeing and not not from noticing how good her clit felt right now. But before she could get anywhere the flow ebbed and her Masters next command followed.
“Pull out your hand and look at it. Smell it.”
His voice was soft when he said that. Hermione pulled her thoroughly soaked hand in front of her face. The deep yellow liquid still clinging to it. She took a deep breath and dreaded what would come next.
But that never came. His next order was to join him in the shower and to wash him after cleaning her hand. Hermione’s thought were a mess at that time. The thought of tasting herself in that way disgusting for her. On the other hand the thought that he could make her made her incredible hot.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related terms and characters are the property of JK Rowling. The use of copyrighted material is for non-profit entertainment purposes only, and in no way constitutes a challenge to the existing copyright.
So, here it goes...
Chapter 2 – Back for a talk
She had dozed off in the tub again when the sound of the opening portrait woke her again. A short time later Harry walked into the bathroom with a smile on his face. She smiled happily back in answer when he sat down on the edge of the tub, gazing down at her full body on display for him. Even after being all the time naked in the suite she felt so exposed. Her smile grew when she saw the look in his eyes.
“Welcome back, Master.”
“I see you got all cleaned up, my pet.”
Harry let one hand glide over her exposed stomach, up to her left breast and took her nipple between thumb and index finder, rolling and squeezing until Hermione had to gasp from the sensation. A week ago the thought of somebody having such complete access to her body would have been just a fantasy. Now that she was owned it was her reality. But in situations like this she was still surprise what is mean. That my body belongs to him, to do what he wants with it. Which makes such a small gesture as squeezing a nipple so much more. She couldn’t help but close her eyes and arch her back and just moan.
“You are such a naughty slut, Hermione Granger. What am going to do with you?”
The use of her name in that sentence aroused her even more.
“Whatever you wish, Master. Whatever yo.... Hmmgrrr” A hard squeeze let her cut the sentence off.
“Come, it is time to eat. It is important that you keep your strength up.”
Hermione had barely time to lift herself out of her bath, literally following her nipple, which Harry kept pulling till she was standing beside him. She was still panting when he cast a drying charm at her and left for the living area. She wondered what she would be eating while she followed him, only wearing her collar.
Harry was already busy filling a bowl with what looked like chinese food to her. He gestured to a chair for her to sit down. The table was filled with takeaway boxes and while Harry filled his own plate, his pet could just wonder where the food came from.
Harry could clearly see the question in her eyes when he gave her a pair of chopsticks.
“Yes, pet?”
“Master, where?... where does this come from?”
“I picked it up on my way back of course.”
Harry looked at her curiously, clearly waiting for the reaction that would be inescapable a week ago. How much was Hermione tempted to scold him now? Old habits die hard after all...
He could see it in her eyes when see fought the urge down, accepting her place. She lowered her eyes.“It looks delicious, Master.” She did not see him grinning.
“Yes, it does, pet”
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After dinner Harry had a more serious question. They both had found their places on or in front of the couch.
“Did you enjoy what I did to you today, Hermione? It nearly was too much, wasn’t it?”
Hermione had to think about that for a moment. This afternoon was like none she ever had.
“I... I was so terrified when Luna came in the room. I’ve never been more embarrassed than when she saw me. I could do nothing but lie there and get more horny and hot by the second... Master. And when you told her to just use me to... to wipe herself clean. I was terrified... I felt so degraded...”
“Did you like it? Was it how you imagined it to be? To just being used?”
Hermione was silent for a moment before finally admitting quietly: “It was different than I imagined. I don’t know if I could have done it for anybody else... or with anyone else. Luna was so nonchalant about it. Like I wasn’t there. Like... like I was nothing more than...”
“... something to wipe your crotch with?”
“Yes... God, it made me so hot. I can’t describe it... thank you, Harry... Master. Thank you for making me do it. For ... turning me into something to wipe your crotch with.”
She flushed deep red by the end of that sentence. Harry noticed.
“Do you want me to do it again... or to humiliate you even more?”
Again a pause. “I will try to make you proud of me, to live up to your expectations. ...I will try”
“So you think I should offer you to Luna to use you whenever she needs your mouth as a rag?”
By now Harry could see her nipples were rock hard again. Her breathing became heavy from his question. She had to gulp before she could answer.
“If that is your wish, I will try to be a good rag, Master. ...Luna was so normal about it, so natural. For her I really was nothing more than tissue paper. She was not mean about it. I don’t know about anyone else...”
“So you would not mind if I let her drag you off during breaks to wipe her clean? Even if it weren’t cum she’d use you for?”
Hermione’s eyes widened at the implication.“I don’t know, Master. I...” her voiced dropped to a whisper. “I would be just a rag, after all.”
Harry caressed her cheeks and felt them burning in his hand. “I guess, it shall remain a surprise for you then if I give her permission to use you. It would be more fun that way, wouldn’t it?”
He felt her shiver in his hand. He would need to talk about this to Luna. It was important that she’d not go too far.
After a full minute Hermione added “Thank you for pushing me so hard, Harry. I couldn’t dream of a better Master..”
He bent down to her and kissed with all the love and pride he felt for her softly on the lips. “Only the best for you Hermione, my lovely little slut.” He could have stared forever into her eyes. This is what love looks like. The tear rolling from her eyes were quickly wiped by his thumb while he held her face in his hand.
“So, where and when would you like to be fucked, pet?”
One sentence was enough light her eyes up in lust. The love remained, as did the devotion. But the previous topic had left her very aroused.
“Please Master, take me now, here, on the floor, from behind. Please...?”
“Of course, my slut. You earned it. Just lie down on your stomach.”
Hermione complied immediately.
“Stick your ass in the air and use your hands to spread your cheeks, pet”
Again, it didn’t take her long to obey. Her slit was wet and her swollen lips were just waiting for him. He slid a finger over her, stopping over her little rosebud.
“We have to start loosening you up there, slut, till you are able to take me up your ass whenever I want to.”
Her “Yes, Master” was more moaned than said. She spread herself further.
“Hmm, It was hard for you all afternoon. Filling you only one time will clearly be not enough.” Harry slid first one finger into her, then two. She was clearly wet enough. But even so. It would be their first time, and he had to admit, he was nervous.
“Do you really want your first time to be here, on the floor”, he asked a final time while fingering her slowly. Her juices were flowing free now.
Between her panting she managed to say: ”I don’t care... hrrg... where... I want it.... hmmm to be you ... who takes me.... huh.. takes my virginity... take me, Master... Please!... mmm.... Please, fuck me.”
Harry turned his fingers inside her. Making her squeal even more. “You will always be mine, Hermione. Mine. Mine to take. Mine to use. Mine to own.” He grabbed his wand, quickly vanishing his clothes followed by a contraception charm. Then he just got into position above and slowly, but surely pushed inside her. “You belong to me”.
As was to expect he finished for the first time quickly. But that didn’t mean Hermione get any chance to catch her breath. He had cast a sticking hex on her hands, keeping then in place on her ass cheeks. Her moaning and begging to be allowed to cum were the perfect sounds to get him hard again while he sucked on her clit with a fever. He didn’t think about the taste of blood, he just let his mind be filled with lust and started fucking her for the second time. If he cared at the moment he would have thanked himself to place the silencing ward at the door. Hermione had begun screaming incoherently. He edge her on.
“Come for me. Come for me, my slut. You can’t stop it. You can’t stop cumming.”
Harry reached around and gave her little button a tweak when he was about to cum again. After shooting his seed inside of her he pulled out and began to slowly stroke her again. Hermione had almost past out. She was shivering all over. Her eyes were vacant and out of her throat came a stream of moaning.
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Hermione awoke the next morning feeling sore. She didn’t remember how she got into bed. Her memories ended in a sea of pain, lust and pleasure. He had truly taken her yesterday. Fucked her. He gave her such sweet pain and brutal pleasure. Until she thought she’d lose her mind. And he didn’t stop there.
Hermione could without a doubt say that she had more orgasms yesterday than in a month combined. She could seriously getting used to days like this.
She lay again at Harry’s feet. It was her place after all. But she was glad when she felt him stirring. She had to pee in a bad way and she’d have to ask him for permission for that. What if he didn’t? How long will I be able to hold it?Will I have to go in the shower again?
Her mind went still wild about that when she noticed her Masters breathing change. He was awake.
Hermione quickly knelt in front of him on the bed.
”Good morning, Master”
Harry smiled back. “Good morning pet.” Noticing her biting her lower lip nervously he got concerned. “How do you feel?”
“A little sore, Master. And I need to pee. ...may I go to the toilet, Master. Please?”
“Not yet” Harry dead panned, changing the subject. “What have you do today for school?”
“There is a meeting with the prefects we should attend at two. And...” she took a breath, trying not to think about the pressure in her bladder, “...and I have to write two essay today. Master... please?”
She had a hand pressed into her crotch and considered pleading more desperate.
“Very well. Go, pet. Go and sit on the toilet. But don’t you start until I say so.”
Harry had to chuckle when she ran into the bathroom in a flash. And a again when he followed her a minute later. Hermione sat on the toilet looking really desperate, tipping her feet and still had her hand pressed against her pussy. That gave him an idea.
“Piss on your hand, slut”
Those simple word turned Hermione red in seconds. Harry was watching her intently with his green gaze. Watching her pee. On her hand. He was not five minutes awake and already getting aroused from his control over her. She had no choice but to let go of her pee. She felt the warm liquid splash into her hand and into the bowl. And she couldn’t turn away from his eyes. Harry knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“Rub yourself”
The command caught her off-guard. Without a second thought she began to play with herself. Hermione couldn’t stop herself. Not from peeing and not not from noticing how good her clit felt right now. But before she could get anywhere the flow ebbed and her Masters next command followed.
“Pull out your hand and look at it. Smell it.”
His voice was soft when he said that. Hermione pulled her thoroughly soaked hand in front of her face. The deep yellow liquid still clinging to it. She took a deep breath and dreaded what would come next.
But that never came. His next order was to join him in the shower and to wash him after cleaning her hand. Hermione’s thought were a mess at that time. The thought of tasting herself in that way disgusting for her. On the other hand the thought that he could make her made her incredible hot.
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