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Chapter 20: Reactions and Reflections

For every action there is a reaction. Some reactions area sight to behold, but despite what some think we don’t have the most excessive ones. Just ask anyone about that little shakedown with those gang-stars. We would have been clean about it and not left a campsite loaded with corpses. - Alice to Susan after the reaction to the bungling of the ministries Aurors.



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Susan Bones was very confused. She had gotten to speak to her savior and experienced some intense things with him. She had been impressed by his loyalty to his friend and the caring that he had shown them.

‘He made sure that we made it back to the commons after giving us such a pleasant and pleasurable experience,’ Susan thought as she reflected on what had happened since returning from the holidays. ‘Still, it wasn’t what I thought my first make out with a boy would be. It was wonderful and I only felt regret in that after they made us feel so good that they helped each other find release. Hermione was so lucky that she found her own pleasure in helping him or I would have felt bad and Hannah even worse.’

It was the other things that were confusing. Since the train ride and the pair helping Susan and her friend to their dorm, the two Ravenclaws had seemed to enjoy winding both of them up and when they were fit to go crazy stand back and watch the two Hufflepuffs go crazy in need and satiate their pent up arousal with each other. Not that Hannah seemed to mind the change in their friendship, but Susan felt there was more to her savior. She had almost expected him to use her life-debt to claim her as a slave, but he both frustrated and impressed her when he didn’t.

‘When we joined them in the carriage,’ Susan thought as she felt Hannah cuddling against her still sleeping, ‘I was not expecting what did happen; although, I never thought that Hermione would be so accommodating yet demanding. I half expected her to shove our heads down into their laps and demand we service them while they debated what to do. Thinking back, neither of us would have refused even without the debt. He reminds me a bit of how Auntie can be when dealing with the Aurors. You just want to stand at attention before quickly, thoroughly and completely filling whatever order he gives.’

Hannah had been something that looking back seemed inevitable especially after overhearing some talk of the upper years. Friendship tended to have few boundaries in Hufflepuff and unlike the other houses they didn’t really club up to be safe. It had been enlightening to find out that the upper girls were exploring their bodies, their friends and others to learn to greater love each other. Hugs, kisses, caresses and even other intimate actions were taught as just ways to show friendship. Sex was a comfort like holding someone when they felt bad.

That she had chosen to be friends outside the house wasn’t strange, it was the fact that she was likely to not indulge in communal cooperative coitus with the male Hufflepuffs that might be strange. She was torn at what she wanted and what would be right. As much as she suspected her horniness would be sated by being plowed, licked and caressed to collapse, she was unsure if that would be worth risking her slowly developing relationship with that dominant man.

“All things considered,” Susan said while stroking her friend’s skin softly. “I think that I am uncertain of the future. I want him to be my first and just as much want to see your face when he drives you mad. I also wish to see the look on your face as you glow with pleasure under her hands. I think that we would have been like this later but no less committed without their games. I think they enjoy this game and want something before letting us in further…”

Not that they hadn’t gone further than the carriage. Susan was well aware of that. Hannah had looked lovely when Hermione had played her body and desires like a fiddle. It was a slow seducing show, and Susan realized that it was also to show that while they had input on the relationship that the two were in control of things in the relationship.

Hannah had realized some things that Susan had barely glimpsed. It had been a very confusing series of nights before that. Susan was confused on the pairs dynamic and wondered why they were so contradictory to the Hufflepuff mindset.

That had been what Hannah had realized. The two panty soaking lovers had the Hufflepuff dedication, but were very constrained in who they gave it to. Susan had been quite disappointed that all the second hand information and skills her aunt had imparted had not allowed her to notice the simple conclusion.

‘They were hurt,’ Susan thought with a distracted yet fond look at Hannah and her smooth skin and already pert ass. ‘Is it any wonder that they are guarded in giving their friendship if it had been betrayed? Though they seem quite insistent in making sure not only there is reason to trust us, but that neither Hannah nor I have any issues between us. That they seem to use our passions and lusts to ensure that we bare our souls to each other is understandable since their own relationship is heavily defined by their physical unions.’

Oh, they had confided some if really little of matter to their newest acquaintances. They were aware that the pair was neither monogamous nor openly and randomly fucking whoever they wished. They did allow others in, but since neither of them was in the two raven’s trusted circle there would be no names given. They had confused both of them by telling them that they would not tell them who they were involved with just as they would not tell anyone else that they were with them at this point. It had been enlightening to find out that the other houses were very different in such matters and while the Hufflepuffs never talked about their fun that the two Ravenclaws wished to protect any friends or more from the social problems that seemed inherent to the contradictions around them.

“The byplay with them does seem to result in a very proficient and pervasive improvement in academics and verbose discord,” Susan said while fondly beginning to moke from friendly touching to freely fondling Hannah. “They do see their minds as being integral to any relationship of value. It is understandable that being at least heir apparent of two noble and ancient houses that Harry would have little worry of gaining companionship of the body. They seek those that are arousing in mind and body and thus while they currently are interested in our bodies and more so as we develop more that our minds keep being stimulating. I do wonder. How auntie will react to me having gained a verbal wit due to injection?”

That had been something that Susan was finding hard to avoid. Oh those two were quite skilled in distracting both of them, but eventually Susan knew that either Hannah or herself would manage to maneuver mid games to lose their barely more than fictitious virginities. The constant windup and uncertainty in how far they would go at any given time was thrilling. Susan had planned to get a pensive someday just so that she could forever remember her firsts that those two had catalyzed.

‘Did you think that all this would happen, Hannah when we followed them that day?’ Susan thought in interest as she listened for Hannah’s telltale noises of approaching awakening, arousal or release. ‘They eventually allowed us to feel the glorious rush that their skilled fingers then tongues could do. We were both nervous when Hermione invited us next to her to learn how a girl gave a proper hand job and eventually blow job. We held each other when we almost collapsed after she aimed his throbbing cock to cover our titties in cum. They really didn’t need to encourage us and we were suddenly licking each other clean.’

Susan let her mind go blank while her hands continued to cause small yet growing sounds from her friends cuddling form. She was grateful for the meditative techniques that varied from family to family. Susan was well aware that while it barely managed to dull the intense bouts of arousal those two could cause that had been the only thing keeping her from literally offering both of them to be used in whatever manner they wanted.

Susan was well aware that Harry had a frightening yet arousing force about him. She suspected that if he ever brought his aura to bear as she had heard Dumbledore and other powerful wizards did that his would be more intimidating yet also enticing. She knew that there were very discreet rumors that he had put several older boys in their place in the Ravenclaw common room. It was frustrating that she couldn’t find out who had been involved, but even the loose lipped male prefects of Ravenclaw were silent on the matter. Susan suspected that whomever they had been trying to coerce had been under Harry’s tacit if not explicit protection.

“How powerful can he be that almost grown wizards cower like flobber-worms?” Susan mussed as she tried not to allow the niggling images in her mind to come to the fore. “He can be so persuasive even without trying. Hannah, oh my dear sweet friend, I regret nothing that has happened. Just because he triggered our actions does not mean that our realization was flawed. I loved everything we did from kissing to licking and fondling our tits to our pussies. I know you dream of him as well. You whisper in your sleep and the things you say. I suppose I should be jealous, but I want to see you and be with you with every step we take. You have been there already and it was even more exciting being there with you as we did all those things with them and to each other.”

Hannah was nowhere near coherent although she wasn’t completely asleep. Susan kept up her ministrations as her friend began to mumble in her sleep. Susan was very accurate in her previous teasing as Hannah began to mumble out descriptions of acts performed and desired. Susan wasn’t bothered anymore that her current interests seemed obsessed with her tits.

Susan was grateful for whoever had invented that support charm and was aroused and embarrassed that she had one on each of the tormenters attached to her nipples. It was embarrassing because Harry and Hermione had ensured there were other added charms to keep Susan on her toes. It had the added advantage and nightmare of enhancing her sensitivity there.

“Really, Hannah,” Susan purred as Hannah started to nuzzle her aching and aroused melons. “You seem to love it when he cums on our tits and mine especially. You practically aimed him to cover them before pinning me to the ground and licking them clean. Why you even licked them sloppily before holding them together so that he could slide his cock between them before he came all over them and my face. The only time you showed more devotion was when you were suckling her tits while she rode that glorious cock of his!”

Susan was aware that Hannah wasn’t entirely hearing her although her mumbles and moans were being influenced by Susan’s words. This was another thing that she was torn in regards to. Before that ride, the two had barely gotten up to playing in front of the other with the occasional hand drifting for the most part. Now the two were cuddled in one of their beds and whichever one woke first teased the other to wake in mid-orgasm. Lately the two instigators had allowed them to cum although they always made sure they were wound back up and barely restrained from jumping each other or them when they left.

It was the additions that had been more disconcerting. Susan had started an encounter vehemously denying something and walking out at the end having begged for it. They had done that to both of them three times already: the nipple teasers, the pussy pleasers, and the ass accommodators. That last one had freaked them out when Hermione had shown hers off. They were still leery of the fact that after Harry fucked a girl’s cunt that he kept it exercised with those balls. He hadn’t been inside of them save their mouths and they were already being conditioned for when they were spread open and left warm and sleepy.

“You are going to do that for me when he allows me to sink this pussy on his hard cock, won't you Hannah?” Susan whispered into the poor girl on the cusp of sleep and climax. “You will suck my titties while I ride his cock, or do you want to lick us while we are joined like the two of us wanted to do when they were going at it right in front of us…”

“Oh, gods,” Hannah moaned out amid panting as her eyes fluttered and she her flush body shuddered and shook. “I am going to do that, but I want to feel your tits tormenting mine while he takes me like the needy bitch I am!”

Susan shuddered as she lost her control on suppressing her own building arousal and crashed as she came hard. Her own spiral into this had been helped by those accursed charms. She was barely able to get through a class before needing relief and Hannah had learned that the things made it were her sensitivity made it difficult not to cum like a slut when her tits were touched. That Hannah slept using her envied bosoms as pillows hadn’t helped as the girl nuzzled them in her sleep, well that had she tended to also rub their pussies either together or with each other’s legs if not have her hand warming there.

“So Hannah,” Susan said as she took deep breaths causing her breasts to bounce against Hannah’s glistening skin. “I take it that the latest additions are not that bad?”

“Hmm,” Hannah said while she snuggled between the two mountains. “No, they were a bit embarrassing at first, but they really work and make me tingle. You seem to be benefitting from them more though as you were already sensitive there. Still I have to wonder if the plugs are worth it. I don’t plan on doing that for a while even if it makes the hard chairs here more distracting…”

“I think it will happen sooner or later unless we totally stop interacting with them,” Susan said as she started to caress the head resting between her tingling tits as she resisted the urge to move it to rest between her tingling thighs to touch her twitching twat. “Honestly, I do not think that I can or want to do so. I mean I can consider it and then wham he is in the room and everything just goes out the window.”

“That they are,” Hannah said partially muffled by her friend’s familiar, fondle-able, and she had seen fuckable tits. “I think the next push will be to see her with his cock up her ass and how many times that makes her squirt. They have to have a reason for being in control when they get us worked up enough to beg, plead and almost whore ourselves out for relief and then not just hold us down and screw us like sluts!”

“I think they might want us to associate them and the things they are showing us with the levels of pleasure that they are experiencing,” Susan said with a sigh as Hannah started to seek her slit. “You have to admit that we are already going further than we thought we might when the year started. Do you recall thinking on first kisses, first time holding hands and first time hands wandered?”

“Yeah,” Hannah said with a husky drawn out drawl. “Here we are having done that and kissed elsewhere and had our hands not just holding a man’s hand but stroking their cock until it popped. I don’t think either of us thought things would be this way. I suppose that you thought he would just sweep you off your feet before pinning you to a bed and ravishing you when he saved you…”

“That had to be one of my first truly detailed fantasies,” Susan admitted with a groan as Hannah’s hand sought to return the mornings start with interest. “Life just seems so confusing now.”

“Huh, it may seem wrong, but don’t think just feel,” Hannah said even as Susan arched under her attentions. “There is nothing to be confused about. We want him and are willing to do what it takes. You think a little hard work would divert either of us. I don’t think so we are Hufflepuffs and a little bit of hard work and loyal determination is what we do!”

“You are right,” Susan said after Hannah eased off enough for her to recover. “I suppose I am mostly nervous and wound up with anticipation. I just think that he is planning something or both of them are. They just seem the type. They may be studious knowledgeable Ravenclaws, but they have more cunning and ambition than any Slytherin. They are doing a very good job of ensuring that we would never think to leave them no matter what!”

“I think the only reason they weren’t sorted there was because they would have needed to slaughter most of that house to get time to do anything,” Hannah said as she gently stroked Susan’s overly sensitive bits. “I think they both are very independent and it seems strange that such an independent girl revels in total dependency to someone else’s desires. That may be what they are testing us for or they want to make this an occasion. Either way, I think that they will be fully acquainted with us before the end of the year.”

“I think so,” Susan said as she just savored her friend being close. “Either way, I know we will be there for each other when it does occur. All we can do is trust them and accept that they have secrets. They haven’t told their other interests about us or vice versa. I wonder if we will be friends with each other…”

“Another girl there would add possibilities,” Hannah said as she reluctantly wiggled down away from the warmth of her friend’s chest. “I think that a girl on each of your glorious tits with me licking this wet and willing pussy would relax you enough for him to replace this teasing plug with his cock.”

“Oh yes!” Susan shouted as Hannah teased her ass with the toy sliding it in and out while her tongue demonstrated the fantasy and her hands went to toying with her tits.

It may not have been an exact recreation of the sudden stimulating scene, but it was good enough. The two lovers had become accustomed to almost going to every breakfast in afterglow from their morning games. That was something that did not confuse Susan.

Still the girl was slowly accepting the inevitable when becoming involved as more than an acquaintance with Harry. Harry decided things. He picked how far they really went and so far each encounter left them happy yet wanting more. It didn’t matter if they wanted him to stretch their sexes. He was in charge. They just needed to accept it and reap the rewards.



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Penelope Clearwater was wondering how she had gotten into this situation, but she knew that it was a lot better than her life had been. She had started the year with attempting to date a boy she had a crush on. He had readily allowed a certain amount of contact. Sometimes he seemed a good choice and he was from a family with a good reputation even if it wasn’t a powerful or wealthy family. He was a decent kisser and was at least intelligent enough to discuss things with.

It was his slowly growing flaws that were bothering her, but what the heart wants the heart wants and she was not ready to divest herself of her involved emotions. He seemed nice and was polite for the most part. He seemed a bit more of a stickler for the rules, but he seemed to have enough ambition to be able to support her even if his father had more children than he could support.

He wasn’t exactly the most romantic of boys, and he seemed even more flawed when it came to private practices. He was eager when excited, but became disinterested and flaccid too easily for her own personal needs. He hadn’t really fought her when she had started to take things further. She reflected that he had creamed himself before she had gotten him out the first time she had lent a hand. She hadn’t chalked it up to much at the time as boys were notorious for being quick shots. Some of her female friends had confided in her younger years that it was best to get the boy off with a hand or mouth so he would not be so quick when inside.

‘But Percival ‘Bloody One Shot’ Weasley just has to keep disappointing,’ Penny thought in irritation. ‘He does good enough to get me hot enough to trot and just wanders off after a single fucking release of his own. Even after sucking him to his knees buckling, he still won't do more than touch anything below my face with more than his fingers. What kind of male doesn’t at least kiss a girl below her neck? I had my tits out trembling in need and he wouldn’t rise again! I cannot believe that he got me so frustrated and needy to get into this mess…’

Oh, Penny wasn’t entirely against the sticky situation she found herself in, but it was grating that her current sort of boyfriend was failing to do more than leave her to her own devices to scratch her itch. Some girls were messed up in taking pride in getting their own pleasure and not needing their boy to do so; however, Penny was not one of those and she really was starting to contemplate a lesson in boyfriend, lover and prospective spouses duties to a lady. She had for a short period contemplated restraining him after his poor performance and demanding satisfaction after he had trundled off after dribbling his release on her hands.

His lack of satisfaction had led to her increasing her religious regiment of self pleasure. Her wand would be at risk of jungle rot from how often she had it plunging inside her if it hadn’t been for the almost ceramic layering of wax she applied. She had contemplated asking around for a friendly suck or fuck from the free girls. Then just as she had been pondering trading leeway for relief, she had popped into her life. Dora was like a delicious dark chocolate dream of desire and decadent debauchery.

‘To think I went from helping a confused girl to being confused by my attraction to her,’ Penny thought as she stretched after her bed was so recently left to cool. ‘Still, after our encounters even if I thought the first were drowsy dreams and almost forbidden fantasies, I find myself drawn to her regardless of her ability to turn me into a wet and wanton witch. At least unlike Percival, Dora always delivers in delighting and drenching me in desire and maddening in intensity intimate encounters. She always leaves me satiated and spent with just a bit of my bits being bruised from the bliss.’

Penny caressed the spot on the bed still lingering with both Dora’s scent and heat. For a time, they had been finding satisfaction with each other. Penny was starting to strain at the unmovable limits in their relationship. Penny could receive a very wide range of pleasures, but she was not allowed to reciprocate a number of them. The price of sharing Dora with her lovers was maddening, but she was quite certain that if push came to shove that Dora would be sad and yet certain to never return if pressed.

Penny could understand the girl’s religious and fanatical dedication to her secret lovers even if Penny was second fiddle to them. The girl had described, without giving their names, a very vibrant and satisfying series of encounters. Penny was hard pressed to renege her words when she had under duress of orgasmic bliss confessed what she would do if she had such lovers. A part of her was jealous of her lover’s other lovers and envious that the younger girl had dropped from complete frigidity and frustration to such fantasy levels of satisfaction.

‘Dora was quite certain on the limitations and terms of our affair,’ Penny thought with a sigh even as the cool air of the room sent shivers through her flushed body. ‘Dora is allowed to entertain me, but I cannot use more than fingers or tongues inside her. That I am allowed leeway in teasing or even torturing her responsive skin is maddening. I want to pound into her and see the look on her face when I do so as I know she has gazed with satisfaction when she does so to me. It would cost me so little…’

Penny had been so worked up when Dora had confessed to her what she needed to do that if he had been there she would have jumped at it. Unfortunately, Penny was quite set on not doing so when she wasn’t on edge. She really wished to make her current relationship work and she felt that seeking solace with Dora was being slightly deceitful as it was. So far she was quite resistant to surrendering to being taken into his embrace and fucked everyway in every hole.

Dora had while satisfying most of her needs did lack the equipment for something she had become quite enthusiastic with previous boyfriends. A wand may be a passable substitute in size, texture and firmness, but even warming charms did nothing for the subtle yet massive difference between a toy and a real flesh fucking. Oh they could make it pulse like a cock, be both as flexible and rigid as one and add enough warmth to rival a human body, but it was not the same. Hell! Having a wand stroking between her tits or inside her pussy was close but not quite the same sensations and it certainly was tricky to try to have a spell simulate being sprayed with cum.

‘Another thing that Dora had teased me on,’ Penny thought as she ran her wand over her sore skin. ‘He tastes too damn good. Percy was salty with a bit of less pleasant things, but he was like a delicious syrupy snack! I still find it hard to believe that once shy girl teased me until I begged to lick her and didn’t tell me until I was slurping that the difference it taste was that she had visited after he had filled her up. After that, she almost always comes to visit with her cunt dripping with his cream! Last night she came over with a smirking saucy smile. She didn’t speak and dragged me to lick her clean. She pulled me into a kiss when she shoved her tongue into my mouth. She didn’t just do that she traced my mouth and let me almost orgasm from savoring and swallowing her trick. She had broken the kiss and teased me that was as close as I would get until I decided. Then she had pulled me close and toyed with my body as she flirted and flustered me with asking how I liked my first unmixed yet indirect taste of his seed!’

Penny howled as she twisted her wand shifting it from soothing vibrations to intense spasm inducing speeds. She looked down and saw that the bed had another wet spot now and staggered to the shower. First she would rinse off and then she would soak for a bit. Dora was doing her best to crumble her resolve and get her to meet her lover’s master. She was unsure how long she could hold out. If he had been in the room now, she would have spread her legs and bent over to willingly and joyously welcome his cock in stretching her tender twat. Hell! If he had been to knock at her door or had been waiting for Dora, she would have spread her thighs and pulled him tight while pounding her pussy in front of her friend.

“This cannot be natural,” Penny snarled as she felt her sex begin to become spread and slick and she had just rinsed it too. “I am going to lose my prefect status if this distracts me for too much longer. I am going shorter between bouts of craving sex and I doubt Percival can satisfy given his performance. Hell even Dora’s magical tongue and hands are soothing but not ceasing the desire.”

Penny was not entirely right in her assertions, but she wasn’t exactly wrong either. Magic had some strange reactions and Harry had worked enough magic to have impressive reserves. His rituals and delving into older magics had changed his body and in more ways than what was immediately apparent. He and his apprentices were as close to being biologically, genetically and chemically in a perfect yet equilibrated state. The compressed and accelerated puberty had affects on hormones and the like.

Dora had found Harry to be addictive in touch, presence and most assuredly taste. Penny was experiencing that now. Her previous sampling had been diluted, mixed and tempered with Dora’s own fluids. When Dora had snowballed her the night before, it had been as close to uncut and condensed as possible.

It was as if she had been sipping butterbeers and suddenly downed a bottle of fire-whiskey in potency, but currently she felt as if she was far closer to downing that mixed with a condensed lust potion. Dora had unknowingly concentrated the flavor and savored fluid when she had stirred her tongue about. Penny would be finding resistance much more difficult than before and she had barely refrained from begging to be presented openly.

“There has got to be a way!” Penny shouted as she practically fisted herself in the shower. “I can't be discovered and Dora made it quite certain that he had to be secretive. I just don’t know how much longer I can last. Percival is useless! I will have to see if Dora can set things up… discreetly. I hope that will ease this emptiness!”

Penny collapsed to her knees sobbing in the shower as the steaming hot water cascaded down her body. She was reaching her limits on her lust, but she was so convinced she loved that short shot prat. She was even more confused than she had been the night before, but some things seemed clear now.

“Still, I will give Percival until summer,” Penny said as she winced as she shuddered while sliding her soaked fingers out. “I owe him that much for all the nice things even if he can be frustrating. I just can't dump him and yet I don’t want to string him along. I just have to make sure that we don’t fuck, but he barely lasts for a few sucks lately… I think I can last awhile more, but Dora will be so delighted that I wish to meet him even if it is not really face to face.”

Penny suspected that even if she did meet with him solely to thank the man for treating her friend and lover well that she would likely find herself at least peripheral involved. Still, a good part of her wanted to see what Dora looked like when she was stuffed and then screwed to mush. She just was fairly certain that she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands and lips to herself. If that happened, she would distance herself from Percy. She was worried that her fun with Dora was a bit too close to being a slutty skank as it was.

“I really need that soak now,” Penny said as she winced and wobbled to the tub. “I will need to resolve this some before the OWL tests, or I will be so sex addled to be unable to think straight. Ah! The soothing heat at speed makes being a witch so worth it. Decisions are going to be draining. Dora will be very persuasive in this. I almost think that she wants me to see her being screwed mindless as much as she wants to smirk as he demonstrates the levels of intensity she teases me by describing. I just wish that I knew more to make a more informed decision. Eh, who am I kidding? I just would like to put a face and body to the fantasy lover she built into my dreams…”

Penny went about her day still reacting to things and the latest push from Dora made her almost wobble as fast as she could to the girl’s room and try to set things up. If she had a blindfold enchanted to disillusion her specifics, she would have been ready last night for Dora to bring her blindfolded master to make her forget everything. Would she last to the end of the year? She seriously doubted that she would. If Dora did hint at a secret and secure encounter, Penny suspected that she would thank the girl profusely and afterwards likely take what she could. Penny was seriously torn between which was more attractive, seeing Dora’s face while she was being ground into the mattress or her own at being pinned down and stuffed. All she knew for certain was that if Percival was not providing that he was dumped come summer…



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Sarah was once more occupied in dealing with the headache that was her master’s convoluted business network. Alice had already gotten frustrated enough to call a few of the interested girls over and had promptly asked them to help clear her mind. Anne was similarly distracted and distracting when she could.

“I really get that we need to get a bloody larger market,” Sarah said with a frustrated sigh. “Ingredient prices are going to drop because we could glut the market especially now that we got Basilisk ingredients in such amounts. There are demands elsewhere but we need to get the contacts to get beyond the continent. And here I am talking to myself while everyone else gets to play.”

It wasn’t that she was angry at them doing so as she had done the same when she had been in their places. It was frustrating and having to go over all the records to familiarize herself with the business that a bloody ten year old had been running as well as the technically eleven year old buildup of inherited business interests and information. She truly understood why Alice had grabbed a writhing mass of girls to lick, suck, fingering and touch her mind clear of the problem. The convoluted legal codes and exceptions were staggering. Somehow the whole venture was now able to be more exempt from taxes than charities or the church. It was maddening that they had so many forms to fill out to get back credited for previous issues.

‘Considering that those two are dedicated to only one guy, they still get fucked a lot,’ Sarah thought as she watched the writhing mass of aroused and randomly orgasming girls. ‘Those two are going to be very frustrating to the boys around them especially when they join the master at his private and invitation only school. At least the rest of the girls seem to be equal opportunity pleasure seekers. Legally we get around the whole sex trafficking by setting up sudo dates where they are certain to fuck or at least suck each other. The clubs are exempt from so many things that would be illegal without that charter. Hell the master could raise a bloody standing army legally and siege areas that were being seditious in not bowing to his or the royals authority. How they can also ignore royal prerogatives and decrees, as well as over a thousand years of legal authority, are scary in that it is actually legal!’

That was the thing that was driving the mostly former in actuality nun to wan to just be tied up and played with. Being whipped, spanked, flogged or otherwise being driven insatiable with lust in pain would have made things simple to understand. The complete illogical legal mess was driving her bat shit crazy.

The business umbrellas were enough to make near monopolies of the previous century green with envy. Certain businesses were controlled by certain families like a medieval mafia. They had secured interests and enough to make millions without lifting a finger. It was actually surprising that the current political behemoth who was the master’s headmaster as well as Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot hadn’t tried to get his fingers into those concerns. Those two titles were head of the magical NATO or possible UN and head of head judicial and legislative branches of Wizarding Britain, and that made Sarah twitchy.

‘If the guy had been totally interested in being the benevolent grandfatherly leader though in actuality complete dictator, he could have done so if he had planned things right,’ Sarah though in dread at how close the world her owner’s lived in had been to gaining a magical despot. ‘He could legally have done so much and yet he seemed content to keep the status quo of his youth with a few concessions to seem nice. He could have easily secured a number of monopolies indirectly and been the hidden ruler who could cripple the entire economy. Starving to death is less preferable to a quick death; therefore an economic conflict is less officially messy but more damaging than most conventional wars. Now to figure out how the hell they can get away with all this…’

Looking deeper into the mound of manuscripts and other records, it seemed that in part the ancient houses had managed to get a very loose affiliation with the crown and realm. The magical authority was manorial with a few concessions to keep the magicals from getting involved in internal conflicts that had plagued the royalty. Some of the families had carved out their own domains and were at one point sovereigns in fact and not just paper. These areas were more or less internally governed and only granted concessions of not bothering with the outside territories. The problem was that most of the requirements to listen to the authority of the nation stemmed from requiring certain things of the rulers. There was a reason that their government was the Ministry of Magic and not the Ministry for Magic.

The most ancient houses had squirreled away even more independence than she had believed possible. They had been founded by feudal rulers that only agreed not to depose the current royalty and to provide troops when required with a very meager tithe to the government. The percentage was so astronomically small there was little wonder why more of the magical old money was still able to spend as if they were new money. Their domains were actually treated a bit similar to foreign territory and the matter got sticky only recently.

It seemed that muggles were still technically serfs in those domains and the murkiness of the boundaries made some things even she had found sickening legal. Hell a good number of the muggle hunting and baiting laws really couldn’t be enforced because of where they occurred. The reason that the Statutes of Secrecy were so draconian to wizards yet held no protection to muggles was that if a muggle wandered into the wizard’s sovereign territory they could do whatever they wanted. Oh muggle saw magic on magical’s land Obliviation was unable to be made illegal even if the public came close to discovering things.

‘Hell all the Death Eater sort would need to do was heard their prey into declared magical or ancient ancestral land and all modern rights would be irrelevant,’ Susan thought with a shudder of dread. ‘It does explain how the sex clubs are legal as it would be a convoluted mess involving almost international relations levels of legal red tape. The girls are actually in the free and clear since they have a secondary citizenship where their activities are legal. Hell these ancient houses double as legal entities of both business corporations and micro nation-states. The only possible way the crown could even call them to task is to dissolve their side of the agreement and that just frees the wizards to directly intervene internally. What the hell could have persuaded a monarch to secede sovereignty on such a scale?’

That was a question that would bother Sarah for some time to come. Still, she had to plow through the rest of the massive documents outlining everything from day to day affairs, legal responsibilities, business concerns, and political maneuverings in both the mundane and magical worlds. It was scary that she was now at an almost diplomatic level of immunity and only her master could revoke it or define her punishments.

All of these responsibilities were balanced out in the almost orgasmic levels of control she was entrusted with. If she was horny, she only needed to call and could get her every fantasy and fetish met. Alice and Anne were examples of that as she tried to resume ignoring their female orgy. There were enough legal loopholes that legally there was almost nothing that either government could do for reprisals in any of her master’s actions. All of his kills were almost likely to be able to be passed off as executive or judicial action by an independent sovereign state in their own territories. It turned out that they had lucked out and their forest was magical enough and was a preserve of either the Blacks or Potters or some inherited line.

Still, Sarah turned back to her original migraine inducing concern. The potion ingredients needed to be sold further abroad to avoid flooding the market. There were also ones that needed to be acquired from foreign sources in a way around the Ministries taxes, levies and tariffs. There was no way to get a toe hold into either Africa or the Middle East as those areas were well defined. Well, there were the dark heart of Africa parts, but the Goblins were heavily connected there. They may have some respect for her master, but business was business so a markup if only slight would be expected. Eastern Europe was a mess and would be for years to come, and thus they were left with either going to the Americas or Asia.

‘One common thing between magical and mundane,’ Sarah thought with a sigh as she motioned a spare girl from the orgy to help clear her head, ‘the Americans are insane. Brilliant, productive and all, but they are crazy. They debate things that make no sense and make things illegal that are just stupid. Asia is a mess, but we can still get things through Hong Kong or Japan if we must.’

There were also things from there that were common to the area, but were rare or beyond rare even approaching nonexistent elsewhere. Despite the past centuries political upheaval among the muggles, magical China was still mostly the same. Their nobles and ancient houses and families had held on to their power while their muggle counterparts had fallen. The magical houses were less concerned with the commoners, but were not above using the rivalries of others to further their goals.

Magical China was in some ways similar to the Goblin Nation where business ventures besides with the bank required an affiliate to liaise with. If they could find a family to enter into business with, they could offload the excess without causing a drop in prices. With the expanded market, they could sell tailored potions and acquire those difficult or expensive legally to acquire goods.

With thoughts in that vein, Sarah reclined and had the girl begin with a scalp, neck and shoulder massage. She made a note to have more girls to do this and so she could have all three at once with preferable more elsewhere. Having enough hands to be massaged as well as pleasured was something she would likely need in the coming years. She could also send the boys a ring and she could have a few cocks in addition to fingers, mouths and toys to release some tension and grant relief from stress.

“Now that is a good idea,” Sarah murmured from the well trained girls hands. “What was your name again?”

“Judith, Miss Sarah,” Judith said as she worked her nimble fingers over the older woman’s shoulders. “What is a good idea, Miss Sarah?”

“Ah,” Sarah groaned out as she felt her shoulders become soothed and she leaned over more to allow the girl to reach her back. “I was wondering if I should call some of the boys over to help us scratch our itches. Considering that others are getting their satisfaction…”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Judith said with a still blissful smile even as her sex still glistened in the light. “I don’t think the others would either, but Miss Alice and Miss Anne would be irritable if they lost track of who was who among the writhing bodies. I have heard that Master Harry is quite proficient, but I find it hard to give up a free selection of willing and eager cocks for just one even with their choice on girls to play with.”

“Oh, he is,” Sarah purred as she leaned back into Judith’s soothing fingers. “I can see why they are willing to go with him solely even if I prefer to still get serviced by other willing cocks. His stamina alone is worth consideration and he can outlast a good group so being tag teamed is less interesting. Only thing I suspect those two will miss out on is being properly stuffed completely tight, but as that is my favorite way I can say to each their own. There is a difference between girls with toys stretching each hole and a live cock pulsing and twisting inside, but they have their choice and who are we to force ours on them?”

“True enough,” Judith said as she worked lower and was grateful when Sarah turned sideways to allow better access. “I may not have tried everything, but there are things that are not the same level of excitement. Some people do find things that are completely able to crush their arousal, but so far I have not had that, yet…”

“True some people have their kinks and their squicks,” Sarah said as she moved enough for Judith to start to massage below her waist. “Considering that I have to let the rest of this sift, what say we have some fun while I call some willing dicks to stretch our wet cunts? You were not getting much out of the huddle I saw…”

“That would be wonderful,” Judith said with a serene smile. “I was enjoying myself, but it was more about pleasing the boss ladies. I think they would like to be getting stuffed while pleasuring them anyways.”

“Spoken like a girl after my own heart!” Sarah said with a laugh even as Judith crouched down and reached under her knee length dress to start playing. “Now no worries I am clean in both holes like most of you girls are doing now. So be a dear and lend a tongue to those fingers while I call some hard dicks to do something besides diddle ourselves…”

Sarah sighed with relief as the girl went to work. She teased both her holes with her fingers after giving Sarah’s firm ass a good rubbing down. While she had been doing this, Sarah had reached for the phone. She twirled the cord around with her fingers as she waited for it to be picked up. She didn’t think it would be long as most of the girls that called them up often were here doing a lovely service.

“Who’s calling please?” a slightly groggy male voice said from the phone. “Oh sorry, this is ‘Good Gents to Go’, so how may I help you?”

“This is Miss Sarah,” Sarah practically purred to the boy and she smirked at the sudden sharp intake of breath he had. “While we have a few ‘Lovely Ladies to Lease’, we can do with a few gents as well. Seems there are none here right now, and while Miss Alice and Miss Anne are occupied some of us ladies need some attention to…”

“Boss Alice would be,” he agreed as he started to realize what was occurring. “So new boss lady, how many should I send over?”

“How many can you spare from other appointments?” Sarah asked as she teased the boy while trying not to reveal her own teasing. “Neither of the other Boss Ladies or the Boss himself would wish for us to compromise the professionalism and quality of our services…”

“We can spare at most ten,” he said with a sigh as he looked over how many ladies had been sent over. “I could scrounge another two if I snag a lady to keep an eye on things. I have heard about you, but I don’t want to get in trouble for making such decisions, Boss Sarah.”

“I suppose I can allow it,” she said with a smirk. “Do make sure that the gents are in good shape. We have some hard work for them. What was your name anyways?”

“Yes, boss,” he said and suddenly realized he hadn’t given his name. “Oh sorry for being rude, milady, and my name is Eric. I am sorry for not having a few more to assist your labor, but we should be enough.”

“Yes, you should be,” Sarah said with a sudden moan she bit her lip to silence. “If you boys do well, I might see about additional jobs…”

“We will do our best, Boss Sarah,” Eric said as he hoped to get there without tripping from the tenting. “We should be there in ten minutes at the most.”

“Good, I have a lady that should be able to arrange things until you get here,” Sarah said as she heard a reverent agreement before the phone clicked and she stopped silencing her satisfaction. “Oh Judith, I think I might see about arranging more meetings. Now keep both of those good and slick because the boys are going to be in both soon enough!”

Nothing was said besides moans and groans from Sarah as she enjoyed alternating and combined application of tongue and fingers to her holes. She was half tempted to get out of the chair, but her back was still a bit over relaxed from the girl’s wonderful massage. Besides it did allow for her to have all three holes accessible for the boys when they showed up. She could always enjoy the girl while one or hopefully both were getting stuffed until they were too sore to be slid into anymore.

One of the few things she dwelled on, while being prepared for being double penetrated or even triples, was that the potions were very useful. The one drawback was that selling some to muggles was illegal, but it was so damn profitable that she was tempted to try to find a way to use completely nonmagical processes to similar results. The improved contraceptive, lubricant, cleansers and analgesics were worth fortunes. All the girls were on them so fewer issues there and they had potions and spells to check for diseases on client and clientele so those concerns were gone.

“Excuse me, miss,” Eric said as his voice broke Sarah from her revelry. “You called for our services and who should we do so with?”

“The girls pleasuring the two bosses and us of course,” Sarah said with a grin as she felt Judith lapping her folds while her fingers were sawing in her waiting ass. “I will leave you some choices, but I will be having at least three of you inside me at once at some point and I wish to see Judith here lapping me when you are done with that while one of you gives her cunt some attention. Beside that I have no qualifiers, yet. Hmm… If you can spare two cocks for now, see about leaving me one to suck on while the other gives Judith here a thrill. I don’t care which hole you cum in just don’t go limp unless you send a hard one or if you flag just a bit I will suck it before lapping her clean while you two drill both my cunt and ass…”

“Yes, boss,” Eric said as he moved to her face and she smiled at his cock being released and at full attention. “It would be our pleasure…”

“Oh so this is the new boss lady, huh?” his friend asked as he slipped his own out to stand free. “You have a preference on which should start where?”

“Well Eric was so well mannered on the phone,” Sarah said with a slight teasing smile. “I think I will start with trying to drain his balls with a very maddening suck. So you can give dear Judith here a bit of attention, and I would suggest giving her pussy a go first. You can always sample her ass later.”

“No problem,” he said before kneeling behind Judith’s wiggling ass. “Hello Judith, my name is Alec and I have been asked to feed this hungry cat some meat and cream.”

Seeing no disagreement, Alec sunk his cock into the eager girl. While that happened, Sarah slurped Eric down into her throat. She smirked as he started from the speed of being sucked into her coaxing convulsing throat. He was no wide eyed virgin, but he had learned that the ladies were normally more of a hell of an intense ride than the clients. Sarah was enough to make him feel like he was an eager virgin trying to hold off his first time with anything other than his hand.

“Ho…ooo… l… y… fu… uh… uc…k!” Eric gritted out as he showed a very strained face as he bucked trying to get deeper into her warm writhing and wet mouth. “Damn… Alec! You have got to try this. Her mouth is like one of the elite ladies cunts!”

“You normally are a bit more controlled,” Alec commented as he gripped Judith’s hips to give her a good fucking. “Not to complain, but this girl is definitely one of the ladies that is going to be an elite. Hell! I don’t see her not eventually being in the boss man’s personal relievers. I will give her mouth a go after this lovely lady here cums on my cock some more. I don’t know if I want to cum in here or that heavenly mouth.”

“Eh, we can do both,” Eric said before looking at the woman trying to swallow him cock and balls. “I would like to try both of that girls hole without your cum there first though.”

“No problem,” Alec said to his friend as he tried to bath his cock in her cum. “This sure as hell beats any other opportunity we could have had…”

Eric just nodded as he preferred to focus on what he was doing. He was too busy fucking Sarah’s face as she had given him the look. She had a hand tugging his ass to her while the other tried to make sure his balls would be delivering a good deal. The two boys had lapsed from verbal communications to looks and other casual conversations. Eric did manage to stay almost completely hard when he was readily drained down her throat and into her mouth.

Sarah made sure that she sucked him to complete readiness before she let him leave and Alec plunge his pussy coated cock into her mouth. None of them wasted breath speaking as they were too busy speaking the universal language of lust. Eric did spend his second cum shooting deep into Judith’s eager cunt before slipping out to return to Sarah’s mouth.

Alec moved after his cock was drained and swallowed with a tongue licking him clean to sink into Judith’s upturned ass. He was grateful that he was young and the gent’s special diet helped him outperform the normal boys. Still, he was reluctant to part from Judith’s ass, but he did so anyways. So he moved to savor the teasing tonguing of just his cockhead while his friend did his turn reaming the young ladies eager ass. He wasn’t disappointed by his stay, but he had an ejaculation less orgasm before returning to reaming the girl’s ass before giving it a soothing dose of warm cum.

“I hope that was a good start,” Eric said while Sarah bobbed her head to strain his cock to almost shoot down her throat again. “Give me a moment and we can move Judith to enjoy this eager mouth. Then we get to give this cum hungry slut a good double stuffing…”

“She looks eager enough,” Alec said as he massaged Judith’s ass as he slowly ground about inside her twitching tunnel. “Do you mind if I try her ass first?”

“Nah,” Eric said as he staggered back from her following lips. “I want to see if this ladies cunt is as good as the boys say. Remember when the gang were drained dry and the girl wanted more still, well that is this lady here…”

“Holy fuck, you are serious,” Alec said with a shudder as he felt another twitch while trying to withdraw from Judith. “Now I really am glad I opted to try her ass first. We can always switch a few times.”

“We could always have Judith suck you hard while I start,” Eric said with a look at the reaching tongue. “I think she needs something inside and more than tongues or fingers…”

Alec nodded and the two moved to lift Judith’s dripping end to Sarah’s extended tongue. Alec barely had gotten into reach before the girl started to bob her head on the cock that had just reamed her ass nicely. Eric had, as soon as he could, stepped to sink into the spit and sopping slick slit. He seemed to simply sink into her and before he blinked he found her ass resting against him and his balls swinging towards her clit. He didn’t dwell on it long and started a good, fast and firm rhythm. He would have a short time before they needed to do some maneuvering so Alec could drill her ass. So he was going to enjoy this part of just slamming freely into her tight and coaxing cunt.

That short time turned out to not be too short as Alec was as reluctant as Judith to release his cock from her warm and arousing mouth. She seemed to be making up for the lack of cock in her mouth compared to her other holes and was very diligently thrusting her face against his humping. He was a bit understanding as she was deep throating him from the start and showing that her tongue was as practiced and enticing in teasing his cock as it had been in slithering inside Sarah’s inviting openings.

“Gods,” Alec managed to say as he shuddered from her teasing his most sensitive spots. “Judith… I wouldn’t mind us trying to spend a day just doing this, but the boss lady will punish us if we don’t let me go. You wouldn’t want to deny her having her ass reamed like we did you, would you?”

Judith pouted as she let him out and said, “Fine, but you two had best give my holes a topping as she will have them cleared out soon…”

“Wouldn’t think of it,” Alec said before she gave his cock a fond kiss as he stumbled around Sarah. “Maybe we can see if you like this as much as Boss Sarah does…”

“Likely,” Judith said as she shuddered as she could just rest there and enjoy having her holes slurped clean. “Now go and give her a good reaming and pounding since she really misses having a cock inside all her holes. We both can be quite vocal and I know she enjoyed when you boys pounded an orgasm out of me and I screamed into her cunt…”

Alec gave a wave and joined Eric in maneuvering Sarah to accommodate a double dick fucking. Judith seemed to smirk as she watched his face contort when he seemed to slide effortlessly inside her before she snapped tight around him. Her head rolled back as she found herself bucking against Sarah’s mouth. She calmed a bit as Sarah’s lapping slowed before she felt Sarah’s howls of arousal and release drive her from afterglow back to climax. Her head dipped down and she sighed in relief before that cycle repeated.

The boys were not just staying in one hole and they seemed to switch off with a wince as they let their cocks shudder and calm a bit before sinking themselves back to the hilt inside. They tried to keep a proper pace as they would for any of the more needy women, but Sarah had been conditioned to make the boys have to stop their forceful fucking to keep from cuming too soon. It wasn’t like staying put would have helped since she squeezed and caressed both boys with a highly practiced ease.

Eventually, both boys found their own resistance mentally told to fuck off. They thus proceeded to pound both her holes with abandon and enough force that the chair skidded even though the wheel locks were on. It was a good thing that Judith was mostly resting on a footstool at chair height as Sarah would have not been able to keep a grip and support the girl do to the boys’ efforts.

They eventually found themselves grinding with slight sharp and quick stabs as they spurted into her welcoming and eager holes for their release to sooth the boys rough handling. She wouldn’t have complained at the handling, but it was like having a sore muscle squirted with warm oil before being rubbed in.

Sarah collapsed to just nuzzle Judith while the two boys stumbled towards Judith. She gave a half dazed smile and took them in hand before sucking both clean and back to hardness. They would likely need a few doses of potions to not have overly sensitive balls from repeated ejaculation and being drained dry as well as chaffed skin from the amount of use they were doing. The ladies were intense compared to a client who they could go with a few before being anywhere near as tender and tired.

Sarah let her head fall forward and doze while the boys lifted Judith from having her head resting in the ready to be fucked again girls lap. They had done so while Eric was being shown that the girl would be very sought after even if just for her oral talents and Alec was being reintroduced to why a good hand was still memorable.

“You ready?” Eric asked as Alec moved her using his grip on her waist to poke his ready cock against her ass. “Then you have to let my cock out so I can give your cunt another go…”

Judith had nodded her head before letting him lift her back and support her with his hands on her tits while Alec held her in the air with his own grip. So she was suspended by their hands as her legs were still limp from their previous tag team fucking as well as Sarah’s skull caving sucking. They both lined up and sunk into her slick tunnels with a moan.

She groaned as she felt the boys bump against her as they were buried to the hilt inside her. Her eyes crossed as she felt the way their cocks rubbed against each other separated by her thin membrane. Her eyes rolled up as they started to raise and lower her on their cocks. She sighed as she felt completely full then she whimpered as she felt suddenly almost completely empty before sighing once more as she was stuffed completely in both her previously stretched holes simultaneously.

Her eyes darted about when she was half full and she saw the sights before her. Sarah was slumped on the chair dripping cum from both her roughly fucked and clearly red holes. Her eyes saw the fluid and flowing freely moving ladies being screwed while they kept their mouths and hands stimulating the two young boss girls. Their faces were a testament to the intensity and relentlessness of the ladies in keeping them either cuming or close to it. Her eyes flicked to a panting girl left out and recovering from being screwed senseless while her place lavishing her attention was taken.

The next moment, Judith was back to being full and spasming around their firm and filling cocks. She shuddered and let out a very loud shriek from their efforts. She started to thrash about as they started to move her between them alternating which hole was full and which was barely plugged with their weeping cockheads. She managed to throw her arms around Eric while her legs were swinging as she moved.

A sudden shriek of pleasure and Sarah got her head tilt up to see the sight before her. She licked her lips in excitement. Judith was having some intense fun.

‘Judith is doing such a good job with Eric and Alec,’ she thought as she watched the more straining stand up double fucking of her recent cooperative orgasm participant. ‘I am so glad that the gents are young and get those potions to boost their performance. I think they would be wincing and suffering from honeymooner’s syndrome considering how often they are called to give a girl a pounding to exhaustion fuck session. I wonder if the rest of the gents would be up to gang bang me proper after satisfying all those girls. I really wouldn’t mind a four or a six boy fuck. A cock in each hole, one sliding between my tits, and a pair bucking their slick cocks in my hands is something I don’t get to do as often as I would like.’

The only thing she had seen coming close were records of some sex demons and rituals to add appendages to last longer than the transfigured ones. One of the many tentacle sex monsters would be close enough to give her a complete use. Still getting a few boys and girls to mutually ravish her came as a close second. Master Harry or she contemplated seeing if she could get him to perform on video, as Master Hadrian or maybe Harold, could really give a girl a work over in all meanings.

Over her life, she had accepted that she loved pain as well as pleasure to get her orgasms and Harry was a very dominant man. He was able to bring her submissive side out and she was well aware that he was dominant with a capital D to the point she would never think of trying otherwise. It was nice that he had already started to find that the line between pleasure and pain was for some very thin. The girls enjoyed both receiving and giving both forms of sensations. Their master cared enough for them to explore his own inclinations and he had found satisfaction in causing the girls such intense experiences from the full spectrum of gentle caresses to violently forced wracking of their bodies in exquisite pain.

Sarah had learned all this and more having been taken in as a child and molded by the good father. Her tastes had expanded over time. The main difference now was that her current master forbids truly forcing others to do things, but he was at least willing to coerce and more than likely to teasingly seduce one to join. Having her body used sexually before being whipped or otherwise driven to the peeks of pain and pleasure was something she was getting to indulge in more. Her former owner had used her at times, but he enjoyed watching her dominate others for his gain even as she liked being on the other side of the control.

These thoughts and reflections passed through her mind as she watched the girl getting her first double stuffing while she could still feel her own holes tingling from the job they had done. She had felt Judith’s shouts of release while they had alternated pounding Judith’s pussy and ass with letting her swallow their throbbing and soon spurting cocks.

‘I should have had one of the other girls on hand to do something while I recover,’ Sarah thought as she felt her attempts to slow the trickling of cum from her holes seem to actually push more out. ‘Something that will be more interesting when the young mistresses go to school with the master next year is the fact I won't have to share as much as long as I keep enough out and working. Servicing the bosses is a perk and they think it is one for them as well as us. Perhaps it is something they think they can earn like getting training with the elites…’

Sarah had a suddenly empty mind as she felt a breeze brush her wet, red and warm holes. She was suddenly filled with hope that someone was there to add some relief as she felt her body being limp yet still aroused. Suddenly, she felt a tongue suddenly dart inside her folds. Her eyes shone with renewed lust being appreciated and she responded with wiggling her ass at the probing as she sought more contact.

“Mmmmh,” Sarah moaned out as her fucked and slowly flowing cunt was being cleaned with a definitely skilled tongue. “Who is there? Not that I mind but, I would like to know who is licking my pussy, and if they are going to tongue and slurp that cum out of my ass as well? Well are you going to answer or not?”

“Name’s Claire,” the girl said while stopping to swallow a bit of her mouthful. “It looks like there is some more fun over here and there are a few too few cocks by the orgy for me to get one for a bit again. Now just let me work here. I am trying to get enough skill to be able to get a go…”

Well that made perfect sense to Sarah as she recalled the girl had been pestering for a romp during the Yule break. She was already planning to recommend Judith get an opportunity to be allowed to ride the Master’s cock. Now if Claire had been trying to convince Alice and Anne, she was trying to get all the voices she could since Hermione was not here.

So Sarah relaxed and enjoyed the tongue flicking inside her cum filled holes while she watched Judith sandwiched between the two gents. The girl was quite vocal and was drenching them more than she had when they had taken turns in her holes. There was a reason that more nerves were being stimulated would do that. Sure Judith was getting most of that area stimulated with two cocks, but the area between was also packed with a dense amount of nerves.

‘It had been fun licking the girl’s cream coated cunt and teasing some from her tense little ass,’ Sarah thought as she sighed as Claire spread her cheeks to better plunder her slightly lose ass with her delving tongue. ‘She really seems to like being held up by just their hands and cocks. I suppose we will need to keep the ladies longer to help clean up some after the gents do some rearrangements.’

Eventually the two boys held the girl while they moaned and released their load deep into her cunt and ass. The two seemed to wince a bit as the girl obviously was clamping down on them and her face contorted as she tried to cry out her enjoyment. Still since the two seemed unable to get out, they ground the girl between them and she seemed to be quite wrapped around Eric with her arms and legs trying to press herself tighter against him.

“I think you got most of it, Claire,” Sarah said as she looked at the three in front of her. “Boys, Claire here could use a bit of dicking once you are able to do so. Just set Judith down close to us and we will lick her while you give Claire a nice pounding.”

“Sure, Boss Sarah,” Eric said with a slight wince. “We just need to get Judith here to loosen her stranglehold on our dicks. She really doesn’t seem to want to be anything less than stuffed to the hilt at the moment.”

“We can wait a bit more,” Sarah said with a smirk. “If Judith wants, she can suck one of you to make sure you are back to full hardness while I do the other. I wouldn’t want Claire here to get anything less than a good grinding go…”

Neither of the boys had a problem with that, and soon they were sighing in appreciation as their cocks were cleaned and sucked to straining. Judith soon had to release her mouthful of cock, but she just sighed as she had two tongues delving into her holes. It didn’t compare to the stretching of two cocks, but it was very satisfying. She smirked as she felt the strong vibrations from Claire being fucked.

Sarah added her own vibrations as a few of the boys came over as the other girls were sated and snuggling. She had her hands full and her holes stuffed again even as Judith got to be gagged and she shuddered at the slick cocks she was stroking as Sarah did the same. Judith eventually collapsed and Sarah removed her tongue after giving the parted lips a kiss before tilting back and getting her moment to add her desire to their knowledge.

“Right boys,” Sarah said as she wriggled against the two cocks inside her and caressed the two in her hands. “Judith is out of it so I think you can spare two more for me. One of you boys want to fuck these tits and the other can see about keeping me silent with a cock down my throat…”

The three boys played Rock-paper-scissors over who went where. Sarah didn’t care and soon she had a cock back down her throat and another plowing her tits. Claire got to have her mouth licking dick instead of the cum-filled ass she had been slurping. Sarah felt disappointed that Claire was short one cock to work her tits, but the boys were willing to grope them a bit. She had recalled that the girl had been noted to have a well balanced pride in how she looked and her tits in particular tended to draw stares. She likely would have been able to get through high school without needing to do more than give a hand, a lick and most would practically worship her chest and the way she seemed to be overly blessed there and yet had the perkiness of a much smaller girl’s pair.

Sarah had slipped to her training and the boys were appreciative even if she was wonderfully worked out of her right mind. She did watch that Claire while able to keep up with a few was needing practice since she was having troubles focusing on each cock and maximizing both of their pleasures. The only problem with having their mouth stuffed when doing things was the complete lack of stroking the boys’ egos with their words. Claire seemed the sort to make it difficult to resist and she likely had not kept her mouth full so that she could coo and otherwise stimulate the boy’s mind.

She was very inclined to try to convince them to go professional either in films, stripping or escorting. Both of the girls she had enjoyed tonight were never going to have issues with men in their beds unless they were crazy men. The boys would likely go through college and University plying their skills and possibly having a steady or mostly steady girl by the time they graduated. None of them cared what the kids did on their own time and as long as they were coming back clean there would be no problems.

‘I really wish that the more useful potions could have a readily derivable chemical equivalent,’ Sarah thought in the low between her waves of orgasmic peaks. ‘Muggle pharmaceuticals to keep it up or make it longer sell like crazy and ones to reduce the restrictions on how often, long and wild one can fuck would be well received. The female market is just really starting to come into its own. Women are once more considering their pleasures outside of whispers between friends. A lust potion that merely stops the inhibitions of arousal and facilitates one’s reaching climax would be very popular almost as popular as the methods to eliminate time after birth and resuming vaginal sex. The anti-stretch potions are useful as well as ones to smooth other wrinkles and promote firm and taunt muscles.’

If someone was reading her mind, they would realize that her mind was in that blissful state resembling heightened consciousness and awareness that people spend so much time meditating to reach. She seemed to think so clearly and concise when she was passed being fucked out of her mind. The separation of thought and feeling was temporary but she was aware of what her body was feeling and would soon resume being lost in its intensity. A shame that she had not read further in the pile of seemingly endless paperwork, as she would have seen a recent repeat customer that she was hoping as well as her master and mistresses to get some dirt on.

As the two ladies were being fucked in as many ways and forms as they could, they could not and would not care that a piece of paper fell off the table and settled beneath the couch nearby. They were far more concerned with the mixing of orgasms coming from different sources. Claire was feeling the dual points of pleasure sending shocks straight to her clit while her pussy and the sensitive top of her passage were also sending jolts of pleasure to her mind through her body and to top it off she was feeling the reaming sending tremors from that direction. That didn’t count the cocks drooling over her stroking hands nor their warmth sending thrills through her fingers.

Claire was in bliss and would see about getting similar experiences in the future. She had found that her tits were sensitive enough to cum just from being fondled and yet she had almost passed out when she had accidentally gotten them pinched hard when she had tripped and a bad fall got them twisted and yanked painfully. She had ended up panting and her skirt soaked as a puddle formed under her. She had either lucked out for good or bad that no one had found her at that point in time. She had crawled away on shaky knees and her skirt and panties had almost been completely ruined.

Claire had since occasionally indulged her own enjoyment by fantasizing that someone had found her and a breeze had flipped her skirt and whomever it was walking by could see that she was soaked. Someone eventually saw her and teased her for being that way. After that moment of embarrassment and being flush by both that and how aroused it made her, she succumbed to his cruel and coarse words describing how only a slut would be laying there in a pool of her own juices. So she would find herself being fucked without even seeing who it was that was doing so. Some guy simply sunk into her wet and waiting cunt and fucked her before wiping his cock clean on her ass and skirt.

Claire was seeing that in her fucked state as one of the boys had managed to miss fondle her and caught her tit by the nipple and twisted and pulled it at the same time. She howled and thrashed about even as she found her fingers twist just right so that the boys there bucked and shot up and at her while the continued stroking left her hand splattered with dribbling cum. The boys inside her went from very close to sharply hissing as the sudden shift sent them to convulsions and they came hard and fast pouring as much as their balls still held. The boys wobbled and dropped wincing at how tender they felt and the ache from the speed in which their balls were left dry.

Sarah was coaxing her boys to cum and she was really trying to get them all at the same timing. She was aware that mutual orgasms were stronger and she wanted to get them all off one last time simultaneously. She was happy to do so as her own orgasm was enhanced when she felt cum regardless of if it was flowing into or on her. Suddenly seeing the explosion beside her, she pulled out every trick and her own gents soon found their balls tighten up regardless of their desire before they shouted their release as she drew out their orgasms and coaxed their cocks to keep spewing their sperm into and onto her until their balls were drained and they had no sperm in their drawn out ejaculation.

She turned to look at the sprayed and dripping with cum flushed face of Claire and smiled at her through her own facial. The girl was still shuddering even as the boys winced and looked concerned at their wilting cocks and how agitated they looked. She would see about getting the boys and girls to massage some of the anti-inflammatory lotion in or they would be too sore to even think of receiving any form of sex for days.

“That was fun,” Sarah said as she scooped some of the boy’s cum pooling and sticking on her skin and slurped it down her lips before visibly savoring it and then swallowing it. “Thanks boys, you really know how to show a lady that she is appreciated. Judith, see if any of the other girls want to have some more mouthfuls and we can see about getting the lot of you a nice massage with soothing lotion since I don’t think any of you are up to walking out of here let alone getting home…”

Judith groaned and still felt a hungry look in her eyes as she saw the state the other two were in. She crawled over and didn’t feel disappointed that the boys were only absently looking at her as she moved. They would be lucky to get half aroused after that draining. She crawled over to whisper to the girls as they nuzzled the snoozing pair underneath them. They had started sooner than the boys and the boss ladies were well versed in how to wring an orgasm out of a girl.

She crawled back to see the boys sprawled on their asses as their cocks were spent and red with overuse. She turned and saw Claire and Sarah closely scoping each other and sampling the different pools of cum on each other’s bodies. They were whispering back and forth and seemed to be comparing them similar to a wine tasting, but it was in the different flavors and textures of different boy’s release.

Soon she found herself drawn into the discourse and when the other girls managed to crawl there, it became a free for all debate. The more experienced ladies discussed possible factors for flavor, texture, scent and viscosity and how to alter them. It was a bit strange and the group shifted from boss and workers to similar to a sleepover.

That was in both groups as the boys whispered and compared each girl they had spent time with. It was not just bragging on their skill, but an assessment in what worked best with each and furthering their understanding and comprehension in how to read a girl for what they need, want regardless of what they verbally said. They knew that sometimes words were different between the sexes as well as the typical, ‘I know what I said, but you should have known what I meant’ arguments.

Eventually, both of the dripping girls were clean and the lotion was passed about. The girls were tempted to massage it in themselves as were the boys, but a look at each other and Sarah changed their minds. As there were more girls then guys, the guys had more hands stroking their strained cocks as the lotion was caressed in. The boys mean while were using more than one hand as some of the girls got ganged up on, but they all had at least a hand working their thighs toward and then into their pussies before dipping to sooth the ache for those that had been repeatedly reamed as the boys had sunk into a hole at any positive sign from the girl in front of them.

The ladies had long since explored the pleasures of each and every one of their holes being stimulated. They just were not often or yet acquainted with more than one being stimulated at a time or more accurately with multiple cocks inside their barely separated holes. The girls had been fucked while sucked, but being sandwiched like that was something they had to be prepared for or they would be lousy compared to normal. It was tricky to focus on more things than normal when stimulating their client or other partner or partners. They tended to use the lotion only when they really were fucked raw and wincing from the aftereffects.

The group stayed there for a time talking as the lotion soothed their aches. They could have fallen asleep where they fell, but they would be somewhat stiff in the morning if they did. Thankfully the house had a very enormous bed that they could all sleep in without falling out or being overly crammed instead of just comfortably cuddling. Still she sighed and carried her two mistresses to bed before returning to where the boys and girls were still sprawled out even if their fingers were still caressing each other with fondness instead of fondling with intent to entice.

With the lotion soothing both parties overworked sexes, the girls made their way to the bed with most having a cock in hand. The boys weren’t at attention, but they were still more than limp. The girls settled and the boys found their cocks once more inside the girls but they didn’t start anything and just enjoyed the feeling as they yawned as each settled and cuddled the girl in their embrace. Sarah herself snagged Eric as she had been impressed by his performance and was tempted to keep him for her own needs.

‘I don’t think he would mind and it is not as if he would be any more monogamous than me,’ Sarah thought as she smirked as he readily walked with her hand barely teasing him. ‘It would be a shame that he was kept, but he still is young and letting him get some more variety would help his performance. He may not be on the master’s level, but I don’t think he will have to worry about ever being kicked out of bed for those types of issues.’

They settled down and hands found places to touch and most were passed out into deep sleep after settling. Both the groups were worn out, but it was in a good way. They would still be somewhat lethargic for most of the following morning, but at least they wouldn’t be asleep through the whole day. The lotions, which were little less than potion derived balms, and the vitamin and mineral supplements made sure that the kids were not burned out from over sexing themselves.

All the parties were definitely satisfied and satiated from their mutual pleasure. It was better for the kids to get their pleasures in the way they were. They had no risk of unwanted pregnancies or diseases to haunt them as well as no idea that sex didn’t result in both of their satisfactions. The ladies were well trained to get their own pleasure as well as drive whomever they were with male or female to memorable heights. The boys were developing skill in addition to control that ensured that their lovers were always satisfied.

She supposed if they found any boys outside of Dudley’s gang with such interests that she could see that the boys were as trained in driving both sexes to the same level as the girls. Oddly she wondered if that was something that didn’t fall far from the tree. It would explain some of the Dursleys oddities with Vernon being such an ardent supporter of normality, and Petunia seeming to be forever in a foul mood. It would make sense if their sex lives were so frustrating.

Sarah had no doubt that if Vernon had ever attempted to do such things to Harry that the man would be alive still. She didn’t doubt that the man likely sought his own interests away from petunia. The woman was foul in temper, looks and sound. She had met the woman and had to restrain herself from knocking the woman down and dragging her off to see if she whimpered and behaved if properly cowed. It was apparent that the woman had not been fucked in too long to have such an attitude.

Still, Sarah was grateful that none of the gents or ladies needed to be anywhere before tomorrow afternoon. She quickly purged any thoughts of the trash her master lived with from her mind in more important things and sensations. They would be dealt with at the proper time as her master willed. She knew that Vernon would die for his actions even if they never went that far and Petunia would wish for death as she was both an adult and supposed to be his family. Dudley would likely be put down with his gang in their entirety at some point down the road. All she had to worry about in the mean time was minimizing their affects. Dudley and his ilk were little fish that dreamed of being big ones and eventually he or Vernon would draw someone powerful with their idiocies.

As it was, Sarah was enjoying being sandwiched between so many warm bodies. The whole lot of them would get a good night’s sleep. Sadly, not all of the girls were sleeping with an at least half erect cock inside them, but there were less being denied so since neither Alice nor Anne had one inside.

‘Things like this are great compensation for the headaches the position will cause,’ Sarah thought as she sighed around Claire’s tit she was suckling while Eric was keeping her well sated cunt partially stuffed. ‘Claire was so close during Yule that I almost want to see her and Judith tied to the bed waiting when the master comes home. He doesn’t seem to realize that he has more eager girls available and not for his money. He could be poor and still likely to be snatched up as a boy toy since he is so well gifted.’

At least Sarah had a good understanding of how Alice kept sane currently and wondered if the master had been trigger happy in hunting since he hadn’t been using sex to relieve his stress. Alice had been more than willing to drag Anne to make her cum until the stress was gone. The growing group and the original girl gang had explored with each other anyways. The horny gents and ladies got their itch scratched and got paid as well. They didn’t worry that Harry might require them to remain in the business. Most of them were planning on a legit job and doing similar on the side at least for a while.

The older girls were involved for both the money and the experience. They got to gain tricks sexually as well as plenty of satisfaction. The money and connections would allow them better and more acceptable jobs. None of them planned to put this time on their resume explicitly, but the money would allow them to go to any school they wanted regardless of the scholarships available.

‘Some of them will go professional when we can legitimately video them for the world,’ Sarah thought as her eyes seemed to drift more and more. ‘They like to do this, but some of them will use the money to expand their skill set. Some of them are going to be in chemistry, pharmaceuticals, homeopathic medicine and potions. Others will move into working for some of master’s other businesses. Only real difference is that this is an explicitly patron system of private business. They don’t have to work sexually, but it allows them to enjoy such activities with some protections. People are sexual creatures and some laws are going to be broken because they are idiotic. At least the lot of them are going through all this without problems such as pregnancies or diseases let alone social ostracizeation due to doing what others do but deny…’



*******

The ladies in Harry’s peripheral and even unknowing orbit were not the only ones reacting to the past few months. One particular man was wishing he had died that previous summer. He had been promised much and even his fanatic dedication to the parasite leeching his existence was being jaded by the actions and reactions that had been unleashed.

His master was quite prone to temper tantrums to express his displeasure and even the post Cruciatus potions dulled the pain so much. Without the unicorn blood to sooth the pressure of their cohabitation, Quirrell was being racked by the pain of the situation. That someone was secretly ruining his attempts to secure the stone for his master was only more complicated by the encounter in the forest. He had never heard of magical beings or creatures that had such specific abilities. They had been as fast as elder vampires and wielded flames that put the Veela to shame.

Voldemort had almost crippled him in pain with how useless his pathetic flesh had been. He was a wizard and so why should you walk to something when you can summon it. He was lucky that his hands and face did not show signs of the degradations his body was experiencing.

His own vault was rapidly dwindling do to the expense of the potions and ingredients he needed to stave off his decomposition. His body produced nowhere near the levels of magic that the Dark Lord was used to and his frail form shuddered under the strain of his master’s magic.

“Quirrell,” his master rasped while he convulsed on the floor once more. “Thrice you have failed me. You failed to acquire the stone from Gringott's. You failed to either gain the stone here or at least deal some damage with the troll. You failed in creating a distraction with that dragon, but the most serious failure was how weak you are through all this.”

“Yes, master,” Quirrell croaked out with raspy breaths as his nerves burned in agony. “I am weak. This body is unworthy to be used as your vessel. If only the ingredients were not so unattainable.”

“Yes, I find that troubling,” Voldemort mussed as he absently caused his host to twist and contort in pain. “My sources have been crushed and culled in my absence. The potion brewers and apothecaries that willingly sought what I needed are gone. I am too uncertain in my spy’s apparent loyalties to seek him to brew what I require.”

“Someone out there has a strangle hold on the needed potion supplies,” Quirrell said with frustration. “Could that be who those two are working for?”

“Perhaps,” Voldemort pondered as he eased his torture a bit. “There have been plenty of potential rivals just waiting for me to show even the slightest bit of weakness. Controlling such ingredients would allow them to amass enough wealth to further their goals. Far too many powerful artifacts are available if one can gather enough galleons. Also there are plenty of mercenaries that would be attracted to profitable schemers. I had vastly reduced or acquired them before. There has been whispering of potentials rising to claim my place.”

“Should not they have been aware of your power?” Quirrell entreated his master trying to curry favor and reduce his pain more. “You who are the greatest and most terrifyingly powerful wizard since the Great Salazar Slytherin himself; therefore, they should have expected that such would be nothing but a mere inconvenience to your inevitable rule…”

“So true, Quirinus,” Voldemort said with satisfaction and pride present. “I suppose that I will need to make an example of some and especially those that forsook their loyalty after the slightest difficulties. Those that were loyal will be rewarded of that you can be certain just as those who oppose and defy me will be struck down!”

“Of that, I have no doubt, my lord,” Quirrell said reverently. “I worry how to get past the muggle loving headmaster. I am nowhere near his power and while your power is great this retched body cannot control or cast anywhere near what you could.”

“Yes, your body would be consumed by my power,” Voldemort smugly admitted. “I suppose we will need to get the old man away to have enough time. I suspect that those meddlers would be involved except that they would have struck already if they could get to us. How they foiled the troll I do not know for sure, but they might have used the weakness I created to enter. I highly doubt that there is anyone here besides that meddlesome old man who could handle even the fraction of my power I can use through you. The only difficulty would be time enough to get through whatever trick he is using. His will be the most difficult to pierce and thus the last to protect the stone. He really should have known better than to use such bait. It is a shame that we can't cull some mudblood filth while we are here.”

“Yes, it would be nice to show them their place,” Quirrell agreed as he thought back on something. “Are you sure that there is nothing else we can use as a distraction or weapon to get to the stone.”

“There is the basilisk,” Voldemort admitted with some sadistic pride evident. “Unfortunately, I doubt your body could handle the changes to allow usage of Parseltongue. If you were younger it would be possible, but that gift is far more reaching than the ignorant cattle believe. While my possession of you would dull the gaze, it would not grant you the immunity that I have as the Heir of Slytherin. It would do us no good to seek it out. The old fool came to close to discovering it and my revered ancestor’s chamber so long ago. He would stop at nothing to gain access to it and as the only Parseltongue I will not allow the risk of your meager abilities allowing him to gain that prize.”

“So the Chamber is real?” Quirrell asked in awe at the treasure trove of knowledge the revered one had accumulated. “To be able to see his most protected and preserved works must have been a heady experience.”

“Ah, it was, it was,” Voldemort almost purred in fond reminiscence. “Only the Unforgivables came close to the bliss I felt at regaining my ancestor’s knowledge. For too long my family had been denied its heritage, I merely regained it.”

Voldemort reflected on his first uses of the Unforgivables and how they had been right under Dumbledore’s nose. The imperious he had found to be useful in controlling the ladies and he recalled his first Imperioed conquests even more fondly than his charismatic ones. There had been something even more intoxicating in direct control and supplanting their will than in the seduction and social games.

‘I truly enjoyed those encounters,’ Voldemort thought fondly as he recalled Imperioing a number of mudbloods, the only thing that had been less than his status before his heritage had been discovered, and thus no one cared about them at the time. ‘How I enjoyed ruining them and Myrtle had been useful as more than the rest of the sluts. It was a shame that I was unable to use her death for more than to create my first treasure. Any previous Headmaster would not have cared, but that meddlesome Transfiguration’s professor had used his fame to seem kind to the mudbloods and to lure them to his allegiance. If he had been as easy to fool as the others, I would have been able to cull a few after using them for both my relief and to expand my power…’

During his school years, Voldemort had seen the way the purebloods had used the halfbloods and mudbloods. His whole status had been improved by the revelation of his Parseltongue abilities to his housemates. If he had known it would have been so useful, he would have revealed that ability the moment he had been sorted into Slytherin. He had never really cared about the girl’s pleasure except when it would gain him something. He had been more than willing to try to please before he had tamed and then dominated one of the female prefects. She had let him get away with so many things and she knew better than him to be discreet as she was one of the queen’s of Slytherin and had been powerful enough in her own right. He had taken great pleasure in convincing her children to flock to his banner.

“I must admit that I was pleased with what I found,” Voldemort said with pride both in his ability to find what so many of his ancestors had not as well as the sheer cunning that Slytherin had possessed. “So many tombs of ancient lore, very rare or lost ingredients and of course his weapon. A basilisk protected from the weakness the common created ones have. A shame I didn’t discover that until after that nuisance had blabbed enough that using that weapon to purge or at least cull and cower the mudbloods would have led to disaster…”

Quirrell nodded almost like a loyal dog to what his master had said. Voldemort avoided mentioning things about his earlier years in detail. He had carefully crafted an image of a pureblood heir that had the misfortune to have his mother go into labor too near muggles. The war had caused such things as some of the wizards backing under the Dark Lord Grindlewald had ensured that the bombs would disrupt apparition and that some of the shrapnel would create temporary anti-Portkey zones as well.

It was humorous that magic combat occurred amid the muggle fodders actions. The agreement that the British and the other major European powers had was only about internal matters and a percentage of the royalty and nobility had at one time had enough magic to rule. The hierarchy of pureblood houses should have granted him far more power than it had.

He was the Heir of Slytherin, but as with his ancestors the Gaunt Family, he had been unable to claim the lordship of the house. Something that had thrown him into rage while in school. He had tired of using the Imperious and memory charms to keep that girl in line. Her sudden appearance had been useful, but he had originally planned to kill someone else. He had come so close to creating a new personality that was fanatic to him.

‘The slut may have been a pimply pudgy thing,’ Voldemort thought in dark glee, ‘but she had been quite a natural at servicing her betters. I suppose that I lucked out in her ghost having no memories of any encounters let alone her death. How ironic that I had tried to create the same controls and conditioning of the darker families marriage contracts. Still it would have been useful…’

He had been uncertain of wasting that time trying to create a permanent control curse that was traceless on the girl even if it should have killed her personality. Oh, he knew that it would have been useful. Unfortunately, all the ones he had found had the flaw of being able to be revealed. Something he regretted to this day, and he had been amused at how easily the ministry had believed his cowardly followers claims of the Imperious Curse controlling them. There were tell tale signs to anyone under any form of controlling spell and the closest ones still showed a flaw when the commands were activated. So many useful secrets he had discovered. He had altered some of Slytherin’s secret familial spells to his purpose and had used that knowledge to create his Dark Mark.

“The only thing that this potential candidate lacks is such recourses,” Quirrell said with a worrying expression. “Could that be what they are here to gain? A thousand plus year old basilisk would be very potent and useful as a weapon to cause great casualties in the enemy. Add to that the accumulated lore of Slytherin himself and those he had acquired in his travels…”

Quirrell reflected on how educational his travel had truly been. He had been like most purebloods and indulged with mudbloods and muggle whores. He had treated them like such regardless of if they chose that or not. He like a few others felt no regrets in memory charming a muggle or using compulsions and other coercive magic on them. He had refrained from using either of the non lethal Unforgivables to control or condition a muggle for his enjoyment.

That had changed when Lord Voldemort possessed him. His master had convinced him by showing him the thrill of Imperioing a muggle and making them debase themselves for his pleasure. He had succumbed to lording over some muggles by threatening them with the Cruciatus to do his desires. He had found the sheer power of the Killing Curse to be thrilling.

‘Oh how much fun it was playing with them like the lesser creatures they are,’ Quirinus thought as he watched his master reflect on what he had said. ‘To think such fun would earn me my master’s mark. Having a muggle father hold his little darling daughter with the Imperious ready to rape her while teasing his wife with their lives if she did what I said. I loved holding the daughter under the Cruciatus for her being sloppy before applying it to the wife while I took pleasure in using her body. It was so delicious how she felt around me as she shrieked under that curse. Then when the stupid muggle bitch thought it was over, I had her husband hold her while I used her daughter. When she complained, I had her husband stroke his cock in her cunt before tearing her ass with how rough he was. To think all that while I used their sobbing daughter and it was marvelous. The only thing better would have been if she had been some mudblood!’

Quirrell had succumbed to the seductive nature of the Dark Arts he had taught against. The Unforgivables were so for the additional reason that to the unprepared mind it was as addictive as some drugs were to muggles. All of them gave a feeling of power while the user got a thrill as they embraced certain emotional states. Someone using the Imperious would feel smug arrogance at their crushing someones will. The Cruciatus was pain and the user had to enjoy inflicting it. The Killing Curse was addictive in feeling complete dismissal of someones existence.

‘I came so hard while those muggle bitches writhed in pain,’ Quirrell thought as he tried not to shudder in arousal as he remembered what he had done as his master contemplated things. ‘Filthy muggles deserved to choke when I shoved their shit staining my prick down their throats. I wish I could have held them both under while that muggle tore both of their holes apart after I had used them. The look on her face as she tried to beg her husband right after he reamed her ass to bleeding to stop tearing their little girl apart made me spasm and spray her bleeding sobbing body. Those two were well used and broken and bleeding before I finished. Using that muggle like a tool was intoxicating and the pure horror on his face at what his body had done made me cackle in glee. I was half tempted to leave him with their broken bodies, but removing any hope he had when I struck him down with the Killing Curse was so delicious. The light will lose because they are too weak. The dark is strong and we revel in our existence!’

As Quirrell reflected on his master’s first reward, Voldemort was racking his mind at the risk of anyone gaining access to the treasure trove of ancient accumulated knowledge that he had perused. He was an expert at using people’s emotions against them. His Death Eaters were loyal and the bait of freely enjoying the things the ministry had limited had swung a number of them. Still, he had to act as if he had no fear even though his name meant ‘Flight From Death’ and he would never tell that it was an anagram; therefore, while he was troubled that anyone else might gain something he had reveled in solely knowing, he had to remain aloof and yet also ready to unleash wrath on who did so.

“Yes, potential almost enough to dare challenge me,” Voldemort said after a time with a nagging suspicion of his secret knowledge being accessible to anyone else especially after he had gone to the lengths to leave him the sole person with the ability to access it. “Regardless of how close some have come to the entrance, they lack the skill to enter. The wards were quite thorough in that. I even suspect that if a mudblood was tossed in that they would likely die instantly. The only exception would be if the mudblood was to be used for the old sacrificial magics.”

“Something that I might need to utilize, since the unicorns are unreachable,” Quirrell said with a note of measured pleasure at the thought. “Unfortunately, that muggle lover keeps too good of an eye to either snatch one of the mudblood filths or travel to gather enough muggles to compensate…”

“Yes, the only thing that they can be useful for in the end,” Voldemort said with dark amusement. “Oh, they can be used for things before then and are as useful as muggle playthings, but there are so many rituals that a muggle can't be used for…”

“Yes if the troll had worked there could have been enough of the vermin gathered,” Quirrell practically sneered at the thought. “The dark families would gladly approve of using the filth to boost their power and even the light families would overlook it if it was offered to them to prevent any squibs.”

“Yes something that was a very useful exchange,” Voldemort said with a spine shivering cackle. “It is amazing how accommodating the dark creatures are if you offer them muggles or better still mudbloods…”

“Still, some of them are too blatant in their beliefs,” Quirrell said with annoyance that mere creatures would dare challenge the wizard’s right to rule. “I know they can be useful, but some of them are as uppity as mudbloods. When you have the ministry under control, I suspect you will have to remind them that you are their master.”

“Yes, I suppose I will, Quirinus,” Voldemort said as he reevaluated how useless his current host was. “Same as the noble houses will enjoy having muggle and mudblood slaves officially again, I will have to show that while I will give greater leeway to their needs that I am to be obeyed. Still they are useful and unlike the ministry some still have some of our ancient records.”

“A shame that we can't use Potter’s mudblood bitch to some purpose,” Quirrell commented as he felt his master’s desire to crush the boy completely. “Leaving her broken body or breaking her to know her place would most likely cause the boy to break. Your vengeance for defying you would be assured and would be a testament in why no one should dare to oppose you, my lord.”

“Yes, it would have been useful and dealt a complete gain,” Voldemort mussed as he felt a tremor of excitement in seeing the boy’s eyes empty and driven to suicide. “The mudblood would be put in her place, used by the purebloods and then sacrificed to further the cause.”

Voldemort dismissed the shiver of fear that passed through him as he had the sense of dread earlier. He had ignored the sense of doom when he had described how dangerous someone could become with Slytherin’s knowledge as he was the only speaker left. The boy may be powerful for his age and well versed in magic being in Ravenclaw, but there was no way he could be a true threat to him. His previous incident had to have been a fluke of magic. One of those unexplored mysteries of Arithmancy, and it was most likely do to using the killing curse so readily on that night and in those hours.

Perhaps it had been some magic to preserve and ensure the continuation of the family that had risen to shield the sole heir and scion of the house. It was likely some combination or even something that mudblood had gained from her quest for knowledge. He wouldn’t put it past her to have conned some knowledge from Dumbledore or coerced and tricked such knowledge from some of the fools at the ministry. His own intrigues into the Department of Mysteries were proof of that. She had even managed to enthrall Snape into parting with his knowledge.

‘It would have been a fitting punishment to have her serve the one she had stole from,’ Voldemort thought as he reflected on his most hated mudblood irritant. ‘Still, I wouldn’t mind learning how she had managed a reflective shield against an Unforgivable as it would have been useful.’

His thoughts turned to the Potter brat. He was coming into his own early like he had done. Could the prophesied ability to vanquish him be that the boy had refined his own wandless magic to levels of his own? He would prefer to confront the boy from a position of strength and thus why he hadn’t simply had his bugling servant confine him so he could get his answers. He had no idea of what that spell could have done. Why it could have imbued him with some sort of magic to reflect any spells or dissipate them. He had done such rituals to enhance himself, but the one thing he had kept from ever making itself known was that an entire branch of magic was denied him. His limited delving into necromantic like magic had frustrated him. He could create Infiri, call forth and control Fiendfyre of the most powerful sort, but he could not truly command the dead as Slytherin’s journals said he could.

“Yes, it is a shame that they are both so well protected,” Quirrell said with resignation. “Once you have your body back, my lord, I can fetch them for you. Potter seems Hufflepuff enough to spill his secrets if you torture his mudblood in front of him.”

‘That did seem like a good idea,’ Voldemort thought before saying, “Yes, he will be shown the futility of defying Lord Voldemort!”

The poor possessor was quite mistaken in that. Anyone who really knew Harry would say that was about the dumbest thing you could do. If Voldemort or his minions actually managed to harm one of his girls, Harry would be upon them as a dark avenging angel. He was no goody-goody Gryffindor and would respond with similar if not overwhelming force. He was already dedicated enough to commit atrocities and crimes in the eyes of god and man to speak and then resurrect his mother that had been stolen from him.

The Hogwarts motto may be do not tickle the sleeping dragon, but that would not be ticking. It would be even worse than trying to steal an egg from a nesting mother dragon. The muggleborns would have said, “Put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye!” Harry was a very possessive person. He knew it and his girls knew it. His current indifference to Voldemort was that he was an afterthought to be dealt with after his goal unless the fool got in his way. His uncertainty if he needed to sacrifice his mother’s murderer to resurrect her was one of the few things saving the so called dark lord. If the fool started with him, Harry would end him, his minions, and either exterminate their families or crush their will to live.

There was a reason that he attracted girls that either or both wanted the bad boy or the protector. He was both and would make Voldemort’s reign of terror seem like a nice Sunday picnic compared to his swath of destruction. He wasn’t the knight in shining armor that rescued people, but the knight in black that went in and bloody killed everyone responsible. Voldemort was so assured of his position that he never realized he was pulling the Nundu’s tail with this one.



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