Chapter 7
September 1991
Hogwarts
"You're joking."
Harry was shocked when he heard from Caroline that Ron Weasley had somehow gotten on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team as a result of his good flying during class.
This world was insane if Ron could be let on the team.
And when he got back to the Common Room that day Harry found out something else about Ron.
Somehow he and Draco had ended up challenging each other to a wizarding duel.
Again utter insanity but Harry did hope that Draco got punished because of it.
But Harry had other things to focus on.
Pansy Parkinson
She had teased and insulted him for long enough so one day he had enough.
"Don't you dare call me a son of a bitch," Harry said calmly. "I've had it with your name calling. I've had it with your rudeness. I've had it with your stuck up attitude."
"Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do about it?"
"This," He said. Harry grabbed Pansy by the wrist and pulled her into a abandoned classroom and, with one motion, swung her body over his knees.
"What the hell. . .?" she asked.
"Little girl, you've been asking for this since the moment I met you," Harry said, "and it's about time you got it."
Harry pulled down her skirt showing that she did not have any panties on. He then raised his arm high in the air and smacked Pansy as hard as he could on her bare bottom.
"Ow! Fuck, Harry! That hurt!"
"This is only the beginning," He said, and spanked her ass again.
"Aah! Stop! Please, Harry, stop!"
Smack! "You're a spoiled little girl!"
"No I'm not! I'm a grown-up!"
Smack! "You're a little prick tease!"
"No I'm not!"
Smack! "A big titted, spoiled little prick tease!"
"No! Please, Daddy! Stop!"
Daddy?
His left hand let go of Pansy's wrist and snaked under her torso, grabbing one of her humongous tits as a way of holding her down and maintaining his leverage on her body. Harry's right hand swung down again onto her perfect round ass, which was beginning to show red marks from the spankings.
Smack! "You need discipline!"
"Please, Daddy! Please!"
Her tits felt fantastic. Soft, yet firm. Titflesh filled and overflowed his hand. Pansy squirmed deliciously on my lap.
Harry knew she could feel his hard-on pushing into her crotch.
Harry paused before spanking her again. "Please, 'what'?" he asked.
Pansy whimpered something inarticulate.
Harry brought his hand down onto the round globes of her amazing ass, but instead of spanking her again, his hand rested on her ass.
His finger began snaking its way toward her pussy.
His left hand roamed from one tit to another, caressing her incredible body. Having this petite yet voluptuous sexpot spread out on his lap felt fantastic. Harry had access to her entire body and was in complete control of her.
"Please, Daddy, don't spank me any more. I'll be good," she whimpered.
"And what does 'good' mean?" Harry asked. His finger began pumping in and out of her vagina.
Pansy began humping her ass up and down in synch with his finger probing her pussy. She reached with one arm underneath her and began caressing his hard-on. "I'll do whatever you want, Daddy. Everything, Daddy. Everything you want."
"Good girl!" Harry said. His hands were all over her tits, her pussy. Her body was unbelievable. Her curves were perfect.
Pansy's ass bounced up and down while he finger fucked her. "Everything, Daddy! I'll give you everything!" she screamed. "Finger my clit! Give it to me!"
The hand that she had wedged under her torso gripped his hard pole and stroked him through his pants fabric.
His finger pumping in and out of her pussy started going deeper and faster, and she responded by pumping her ass up and down faster and faster. "Spank me some more, Daddy!"
More spanking? How twisted IS this bitch? Harry asked himself, even as his cock got harder.
He pinched and twisted one of her nipples at the same time that his hand came down on her ass, which was already red from his previous spankings.
His pelvis began lurching upward with each blow from his open hand.
"Fuck!" Harry screamed as he smacked her luscious round ass.
His head snapped backward reflexively with each smack and he roared with triumph: "Fuck!" Another smack. "Fuck Fuck FUCK!" He yelled. His back was arched and his pelvis was bucking upward over and over, poking her with his hard on.
This hot little piece of ass was finally where Harry wanted her. Where she belonged. Under his total control. Harry smacked her ass again and laughed. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he screamed, his head reared back and laughing the whole time.
Still spread out on his lap, with her legs now wide open for his hand to roam at will, Pansy humped up and down on Harry's cock spasmodically. He caressed the perfect globes of her ass again, roughly invading her pussy with his finger.
"Daddy! Daddy! DADDEEEE!" she screamed.
"Your body belongs to ME!" Harry growled, furiously pumping his fingers in and out of her fuck hole. His other hand roamed all over her humongous tits. He twisted her hard nipples. Her entire body squirmed deliciously.
Harry smacked her again on her amazing rump. He loved the idea of having this horny little sexpot as my plaything. "DADDY OWNS YOU!"
Then, without warning, her whole body stiffened. "Aagh!" she cried, then went limp.
"Oh, fuck, Daddy, I think I c - c- came. . ."
Harry stood up suddenly, causing her to fall onto the carpet. "Get on your knees!" He growled. "Suck your Daddy!"
Harry unbuckled his belt and began unbuttoning his pants. "From now on, this is your place: on your knees in front of your step Daddy's cock!" Pansy sat on her heels in front of Harry with an expression of shock and submission.
She stared upward wide-eyed into his eyes, her mouth agape.
Just as Harry was about to thrust his hard cock into Pansy's expectant, open mouth, He heard a sound in our hallways that sounded like a group of students.
Harry and Pansy looked each other in the eye.
"Get dressed," Harry said. "I'll finish disciplining you later." Zipping up his pants and walking out the room.
FEW DAYS LATER
One day as the owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, everyone's attention was caught at once by a long, thin package carried by six large screech owls.
Harry was surprised when the owls landed in front of Ronald Weasley at the Gryffindor Table.
When he saw Ron take the package and run out of the Great Hall without opening it he guessed it was a broom of some sorts.
How he got a broom was a mystery to Harry but since Quidditch did not really concern him Weasley getting on the team was not a big deal to him.
He was focused on Pansy and finishing what he had not been able to do before.
So one Saturday he passed Pansy a letter telling her to meet him at a certain deserted classroom.
He was confident that she would be their knowing what she had been doing since the start of the year.
And his guess was proven right when Pansy came in wearing a knee-length skirt and blouse, hands clasped demurely behind her back. The effect of her posture was to thrust her oversized tits forward. Harry noticed that under her button-down blouse, she was not wearing a bra. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail.
Harry sat in the middle of the couch and looked sternly at her. "I don't think you and I finished our disciplinary session " He said.
"Didn't we?" she said, a smirk on her face. "That's too bad, DADDY." She said using the snide tone in her voice that Harry hated. She drawled out the word "Daddy", as if it had a million syllables.
"I'm not sure I like your attitude, young lady," Harry said.
"So what? You're not my real father. What are you going to do about it?"
Harry jumped up quickly and grabbed her by the arm. Then he deliberately fell back on the table, taking her with him and twisting her arm slightly as Harry fell so that she was forced to fall sideways. She landed on her stomach, sprawled over his lap.
"I may not be your real father," Harry said as he flipped up her skirt, revealing a bare ass.
He smiled at the fact that she had chosen not to wear panties. "But from now on, I'm your Daddy, and you WILL give me the respect and obedience that your Daddy deserves!"
Harry spanked her hard on her bare ass.
"Aagh!" Pansy cried. Her head snapped upward, sending her ponytail flying. Her back arched, which made her ass grind downward into his crotch.
With his left hand Harry grabbed her ponytail and pulled upward, accentuating the delicious arch of her back.
He spanked her again and the sound of the loud SMACK! echoed around the room. "You need discipline!" Harry said.
"FUCK!" she screamed.
Smack! "You need to learn obedience!"
"FUCK!"
Smack! "You need to obey your Daddy!"
"FUCK!"
Smack! "You need to – – "
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
"Yeah, that's right, Pansy," Harry said, suddenly switching to a soothing voice. "You need to FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
He let go of Pansy's ponytail, and his left hand snaked under her torso to begin caressing her big, bra-less tits. His right hand rested on her reddened ass and Harry began caressing those perfect globes while his fingers insistently sought out her pussy.
"There's no need for us to argue, Pansy," Harry said soothingly. "All you need to do is obey your Daddy." His hand found her clit and he began tickling her.
Pansy's entire body jolted with sensation. "Obey my Daddy?" she whimpered.
Harry held one of Pansy's nipples through the thin cloth of her blouse, twisting it gently. With my other hand he rhythmically stroked her clitoris. "Love your Daddy," He said.
Pansy's body squirmed on his lap. "Love my Daddy," she cooed.
"Say my name again, Pansy," Harry said softly.
"Daddy," she whispered.
Harry responded by thrusting his fingers into her twat.
"Daddy!" she said, more forcefully this time. Harry pushed his fingers in again, deeper this time.
"DADDY!" she cried, and began bucking up and down on Harry's lap as his fingers thrust in and out over and over.
"DADDY! DADDY! DADDY" she screamed. Harry's fingers pushed her to orgasm, while his other hand mashed her fantastic breasts. He could feel the buttons pop off of the top of her blouse.
Gently, Harry lifted her from his lap. "It's time to finish what we started, sweetheart," He said. "Get on your knees and start sucking. Pay homage to your new Daddy."
Pansy unfastened what was left of her blouse and dropped it on the floor, then settled in between his legs. Kneeling before me, she began to suck.
Pansy was incredible. Her hair, coupled with her eyes and pale skin, gave her a sultry look that was all the more sexy and enticing when she stared into Harry's eyes with his cock in her mouth. Her big tits felt fantastic as they mashed against his thighs.
And her mouth! Every movement that she made, from licking the length of his shaft to reverently kissing the tip, to plunging her mouth up and down relentlessly on his shaft, showed both her experience at sucking and her joy in tasting her new Daddy's cock.
Pansy sucked cock not only like she was made for the task, but as if it was the most pleasurable activity in the world for her. Her voluptuous, busty body was matched only by the sheer joy that she clearly derived from having a dick in her mouth.
And God! She looked great with a dick in her mouth!
"It's so big!" she said, taking it out from between her red lips for a moment.
"Kiss it," Harry said. "Kiss your Daddy's dick."
"Yes, Daddy. Hee heee heee!" Pansy giggled as she obeyed Harry. She brought his thick pipe to her mouth, pursed her lips and tenderly kissed the tip. Her mouth looked tiny next to the large mushroom head that dominated her. She grinned happily and purred as she looked upward into his eyes.
"Can you be a good girl?"
"Oh, I'll be good!" she said, laughing. "I'll be so fucking good to you, Daddy!" She wrapped both hands around his pole and started jacking Harry off, grinning wildly the whole time.
Pansy then plunged her mouth down onto the head of his cock while continuing to jack Harry off with both hands, twisting her wrists as she pumped her hands up and down.
With a sudden roar, Harry lost control and pulled out and sprayed her face with cum. "Take it!" He screamed. "Drink my cum!"
The first spurt of his cum shot straight into Pansy's mouth but then, still holding his cock with both hands, she pointed his shaft at the rest of her face, then downward toward her prodigious tits. "Brand me!" she cried. "Put your brand on your slut daughter! CUM ON MEEEE!"
Harry baptized her in sperm. She joyously held his rod to her face and hosed herself in his cum. "Yes! Yes! YESSS!" she cried.
A few moments later Harry looked downward at Pansy. Her hair was in disarray and had droplets of sperm dripping from the locks that framed her cum-spattered face. More cum dripped from her chin onto her huge tits.
And of course at that moment their was the sound of people entering the hallway outside the classroom.
Damnit.
OCTOBER 1991
Harry meet with Pansy several times over the next few week where he was surprised to find that he actually enjoyed spanking the shit out of her and getting her off with his hands before forcing her to submissively suck him off.
Pansy's body was incredibly responsive. Having her lie across his lap gave Harry the opportunity to explore every part of her amazing body.
Her big soft tits that jiggled when she squirmed on his lap.
Her tight little pussy. Her toned thighs. Her flat tummy. Her round ass that Harry loved reddening with his spanking.
Each time they meet Harry started out with a stern spanking, but that quickly morphed into her lying across him so he could play with whatever part of her gorgeous body that he wanted.
After going through the process of "disciplining" her, she liked to turn over onto her back so Harry could play with her tits and pussy while she squirmed and giggled through one orgasm after another. Then Harry made her straddle him on his lap so he could kiss, suck and nibble her delicious huge tits before he made her get on her knees to blow him before they had to leave to get to class.
Harry loved taming her. Gripping the sides of her head while he pumped jism into her mouth was fantastic. The powerless, wide-eyed look of shock she gave was intensely erotic as she struggled to swallow while he forcibly held her head to accept his sperm.
Often, Harry made her continue to suck him even after he had cum, so that she nursed his deflating cock for five or ten minutes.
Pansy was incredibly responsive to his every touch. "Finger fuck me, Daddy!" she pleaded. "Kiss my titties! Let me touch your cock!" She was rapidly turning into his own personal 5 foot 2, big titty cocksucking cumslut servant.
Gripping the back of her head while he thrust his cock down her gullet over and over was starting to feel like the most natural thing in the world.
OCTOBER 31st
Perhaps it was because he was now so busy, but Harry could hardly believe it when he realized that he'd already been at Hogwarts two months.
The castle felt more like home than Privet Drive ever had.
His lessons, too, were becoming more and more interesting now that they had mastered the basics.
On Halloween morning they woke to the delicious smell of baking pumpkin wafting through the corridors.
Harry started the day with Pansy.
Pansy wrapped her arms around his neck and hoisted herself into his arms.
Harry helped her by reaching under her skirt and cupping her bare ass with his hands, and she then wrapped her legs around his pelvis, taking care to lift her short skirt as she did so. The fantastic crack of her ass was now suspended exactly at the level of his cock, which was poking out of his zipper opening.
The feeling of the upper side of his dick bumping against her sexy ass was fantastic. Wordlessly, silently, Pansy began humping up and down in his arms. His fingers tickling the soft skin of her bare ass felt incredible.
Pansy looked into Harry's eyes and gave an open-mouthed grin, laughing silently. When Harry looked down in the space between their two bodies he could see her huge tits bouncing as she joyfully rose up and down in his embrace.
With both hands cupping her round ass cheeks, Harry proudly carried Pansy across the room and propped her ass onto the table where they began to kiss.
He realized that he had never kissed her before. Spanked her, yes, played with her fantastic boobs, yes, forced his cock down her throat, yes.
Yet he had never touched her lips to his, never felt the inside of her mouth with his tongue.
"Daddy!" she whispered when they both came up for air.
The look she gave Harry was different from what he had seen in the past. Gone were the smirks, the sarcastic, rebellious eyes. Gone also was the frantic animal horniness that he had deliberately induced during their spanking sessions.
Instead, Harry saw a more open, loving, even worshipful expression, one that mixed love with longing and desire. "Daddy," she whispered again.
At that moment Harry felt that he truly became her Master, her Protector. Her Daddy.
Harry kissed her again, now with more force and passion. Pansy responded in kind, wrapping her legs around his ass and pulling him toward her with both her arms and legs, pressing her big boobs into his chest.
Between kisses and licks, they unbuttoned each other's shirts, and Pansy pulled that trick that women sometimes do of removing her bra while keeping her arms inside her unbuttoned blouse. Harry began licking and sucking her huge tits.
He was struck with wonder yet again to see how amazingly large her tits looked in contrast to her short, petite frame and her thin, taut waist, and how much her big round tits stood out from her slim ribcage.
Harry buried his face in her huge, soft cleavage and licked her delectable titflesh while Pansy gripped the back of his head and pulled him into her chest.
Harry then pulled Pansy to her knees.
"Kiss Daddy" Harry instructed her.
Pansy gave him an evil smile. "Yes, Daddy." She obediently kissed the tip of his cock.
"This is where you belong, isn't it, you little bitch?" Harry asked her.
"Yes, Daddy." She kissed the tip again.
"On your fucking knees."
"Yes, Daddy." She gave his cock another kiss.
"Worshiping your daddy's cock."
Pansy smiled from ear to ear. "Yes, Daddy." Another kiss. "Yes Daddy." Still another kiss. "Yes, Daddy." She began smothering his rod with little kisses.
"Now suck my cock, you little bitch."
"Fuck yeah, Daddy." Pansy's mouth plunged deep onto his cock, swallowing the head.
She began choking on the thickness filling her mouth.
The sound of her gagging was music to his ears.
Harry gestured for Pansy to stand up. "I've got a special treat for you today" He told her.
"What is it?"
"Turn around, close your eyes and put your palms against the wall," Harry told her.
Pansy giggled and put her palms against the wall and obediently spread her legs. "How's this, Daddy?" she asked.
"Perfect," Harry said. He reached around Pansy's torso and began playing with her breasts.
Harry then bent his knees to accommodate how short Pansy was compared to him and lined up his cock to her pussy. Then he pushed his cock head up to the entrance to her pussy.
"OH! Oh yeah, Daddy! It's about time! Put it in me and pound my ass!"
"Is this what you want?" I teased. The head of my cock was barely entering her lips.
"You know it is!"
Harry pushed his cock in several inches. The force of his thrust lifted little Pansy off the ground, so that the tips of her toes were dancing on the floor.
"UH!" she screamed. "OH GOD, DADDY!"
Harry grabbed her hips and began lifting her pliant little body up and down on his hard rod.
Harry gripped Pansy's hips and pumped furiously.
Pansy braced her hands against the wall as he lifted her completely off the ground. Pansy responded by wrapping her legs around his ass.
Harry pulled his cock out of Pansy and let her put her feet back down on the ground for a moment. Then he spun her around, cupped her ass cheeks from behind and hoisted her up with her back flat against the wall.
Pansy put her arms around his neck and Harry began slamming his cock into her as deep as he could.
Halloween was always a sensitive day for Harry but this was a great distraction.
After meeting with Pansy Harry decided to act upon the Sorting Hats recommendation it had given him.
Harry had already done a bit of exploration of Hogwarts but so far he had not explored the seventh floor yet.
That would change today though.
As Harry walked up the stairs he reflected on how his first two months at Hogwarts had gone.
Harry had been able to meet up with Caroline and Hermione in the library to do their homework together but he had been to busy with classes, Draco and Pansy in order to arrange a followup to the events on the train.
But that would happen in due time.
After All they where only two months into Year 1 of 7 at Hogwarts.
That was a lot of time.
And in those seven years Harry planned to be with a lot more girls than Caroline and Harry.
Pansy would be the first target on his list but their would be plenty of others.
Breaking himself out of his musings Harry noticed that he had made it to the seventh floor which seemed pretty empty which made sense considering it was close to the time of the Halloween Feast.
Walking down the hallway Harry was able to quickly locate the portrait of Barnabus the Barney.
Walking back and forth three times in front of the tapestry opposite the portrait while thinking about what the Sorting Hat told him.
Harry was shocked when the wall he was looking at separated to reveal a door
Cautiously Harry entered the room which turned out to be a room that was completely empty except for a table that had a small book on it.
Curious about what was in the book Harry walked over to the table and opened the books cover.
"Hello Harry Potter"
What the hell.
A quill materialized on the table next to the book.
"Write in me Harry"
Curious Harry took the quill and wrote.
"What are you"
The book wrote back.
"That is a difficult question to answer but what I can say is the last people to read me and use my powers was Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw and Salazar Slytherin when they used me to create Hogwarts Castle"
This book created Hogwarts?
How was that possible.
Skeptical Harry wrote what he was thinking into the book.
The book wrote back to Harry.
"The reason I was able to build Hogwarts is I am a book designed to allow those deemed worthy by magic the ability to make approved and rational changes to the fabric of reality".
Harry felt confused and he wrote as much in the book.
"Wish for any food in the world and you shall have it" The book wrote.
Harry wrote that he wished for a box of donuts.
A box of glazed donuts then appeared on the table.
Harry tested one and found that it was quite real and very tasty.
His mind was racing now.
If this book could create Hogwarts than what could it do for him.
Their was one question Harry was curious to have answered.
"Why does nobody see what Pansy Parkinson wears"
"That is because she is using family magic developed by her mother when she wanted to seduce her father". The book wrote.
"She originally planned to use that magic to catch the eye of Draco Malfoy but she has now decided that you are a more appealing individual and she would like to convince you to make her your mistress."
Harry's mind raced after reading that.
That actually explained a lot when it came to Pansy's behavior.
"What are you not able to do"Harry wrote.
"Their are only 3 actions unavailable for me to preform" The book wrote "One I can not kill anyone whos death is not already ordained by magic, two is I am incapable of bringing back the dead, and three is I can not age or de age a individual" The book wrote.
Hmm
Seems reasonable.
"Can I use you to help me learn spells and other topics"Harry wrote.
"Yes" The book wrote "Just write down what spell you wish to learn and the knowledge of the spell will appear in your mind".
Harry decided to try that out by writing down a spell he had read about recently.
All of a sudden then Harry could picture in his head the spell Expereiamus.
Wow.
Harry looked at the book thinking about what he could ask it next.
He then decided to write down.
"If I where to wish that all the girls in Hogwarts wear modern muggle clothes instead of wizarding clothes instead of wizarding clothes from centuries ago are you able to make that happen"Harry wrote.
"It shall be done as soon as you leave this room"The book replied.
Sweet.
Harry could not wait for the next meal in the Great Hall.
Harry decided to ask the book about Draco Malfoy and his family.
Getting dirt on a bully was always useful.
"The Malfoy family has always been an influential family especially after Abraxan Malfoys role in the defeat of Gellert Grindelwald. While Lord Lucius Malfoy died at the end of the War with Voldemort his wife Narcissa Malfoy was able to bring their family back into prominence through her marriage to Cyrus Greengrass"
Well that was interesting.
So that meant that Daphne Greengrass was Draco's stepsister.
Noticing the time Harry decided that he would go to part of the Halloween Feast and come back to the book later.
But as he was walking past a bathroom he smelled something horrible.
And a scream.
Hermione!
And then Harry heard it - a low grunting, and the shuffling footfalls of gigantic feet. He saw that at the end of a passage to the left, something huge was moving toward them.
It was a horrible sight. Twelve feet tall, its skin was a dull, granite gray, its great lumpy body like a boulder with its small bald head perched on top like a coconut.
It had short legs thick as tree trunks with flat, horny feet. The smell coming from it was incredible. It was holding a huge wooden club, which dragged along the floor because its
arms were so long.
It was a troll.
Oh fuck.
Chapter 8
October 31st 1991
Hogwarts
Harry started in shock at the sight before him.
How had a god damn mountain troll gotten into the school.
He heard Hermione scream from the bathroom.
Hearing that Harry took out his wand and sprung into action.
Any questions he had could get answered at a later date.
He had to get Hermione out of the bathroom.
Harry also knew that he had not learned enough spells or had enough experience to defeat a troll in combat.
He had to outwit and distract it long enough for him to save Hermione.
Harry then had an idea pass through his head.
Use Parseltongue.
He raised his wand and spoke a spell he had just recently learned.
Casting the spell multiple times Harry yelled "Serpensortia"
He watched as several snakes appeared.
"Attack the troll" He hissed at them "And avoid the club".
The snakes obeyed and raced forward to nip at the heels of the troll.
The snakes would not stop the troll but they should distract it for long enough for Harry to achieve his goal.
Running into the bathroom Harry looked for Hermione.
Their she was under a sink.
"Hermione"Harry yelled to her "Come on we have to get out of here"
Seeing Harry on the other side of the room Hermione raced over to where he was standing.
"Im so sorry"Hermione cried "I was just using the restroom when I heard this loud noise".
"Your going to be fine Hermione"Harry said "But we need to get out of here".
Exiting the bathroom Harry saw that the troll had already killed several of his conjured snakes.
But the troll was still distracted by them.
"Run"Harry yelled.
Harry and Hermione took off running down the hall.
They could hear the troll behind them but a combination of the snakes and a trolls lack of running abilities meant that soon Harry and Hermione had ran enough that they could stop and take a breather now that they where no longer in immediate danger.
"You need to go back to Gryffindor Tower" Harry told Hermione.
"Thanks for helping me out" Hermione said
"And if you want to schedule a follow up to the train just let me know" She said with a blush.
Harry smirked and nodded.
Apparently Hermione liked butt stuff.
Hermione then turned to walk in the direction of Gryffindor Tower.
Harry did the same and started to head down to the dungeons.
He hoped a teacher and found and taken down the troll.
And that was something that perplexed Harry.
Why was their a god damn troll near the girls bathroom.
NOVEMBER 1991
With Pansy firmly under Harry's control his attention moved to the next girl in Slytherin House he wanted to take.
Daphne Greengrass.
Daphne with her ash blond hair, pale white skin, sky-blue eyes and delicate features, her face was both angelic and stunning. But more than that, her figure was enough to give a guy a hard-on at twenty paces.
At five foot four, she was shorter than Harry. She had a slim figure, with a tight waist and flat tummy that drew attention to the flair of her hips. When you looked at her standing in profile, her perfectly rounded ass jutted out from the line of her spine enough to make your mouth water.
And then there were her tits. Her 32DD tits that seemed so huge on her slim, delicate body
Harry decided to use the Book of Reality to give himself a boost where after that he meet Daphne in a room with a transfigured bed.
Sitting next to Harry, Daphne opened up her blouse. She was sexy as hell.
When she finished unbuttoning her blouse Daphne cupped her breasts as if she was freeing them from a chafing garment. Then she turned to Harry and asked, "Do you like my big tits?"
In answer Harry smiled and bent over, briefly kissing first one nipple, then the other.
Daphne looked at Harry and smiled coquettishly.
She unfastened her skirt and briefly lifted her ass from the bed, then slid off the skirt.
When she was done, she was wearing only her open, unbuttoned blouse that highlighted her gorgeous tits.
Daphne sat down with her legs wide open, displaying her pussy to Harry.
"Kiss my tits, Daddy," she said. "Be a good lover and kiss your girl's tits."
Harry got on his knees and went to work.
He began with Daphne's soft lips. Harry gave them little feathery kisses, lightly grazing her lips with his tongue. Then he kissed her cheeks, and began licking her neck.
Finally Harry moved downward to her amazing, huge tits.
He knew at that moment that Harry would never get tired of Daphne's tits with their soft fullness,the pale flawless skin, their incredible size on her slight frame, all of it added up to a wonderful experience for Harry..
"Lick me. Worship my body," said Daphne grabbing the back of his head and pulling him down to her crotch, forcing him to lick her. "Suck my clit! I deserve it!" she commanded Harry. "Worship my pussy, Daddy! Worship my tits! Worship my body!"
His hands snaked under her ass and Harry gripped her from behind, pulling her pussy into his face, even while she was gripping the back of his head.
Her fingers intertwined with his hair as she urged his tongue into her pussy.
After about ten minutes of that Daphne began unzipping his pants. When she'd pulled them off, she sat for a moment staring at his cock. She said nothing, just stared.
Finally she reached forward and gingerly took it in her delicate small hands. She made a sharp intake of breath.
"Oh Daddy. This is so wonderful. It's the first time I've ever held your bare cock."
Daphne then bent forward and kissed the tip of his cock tenderly, paying it homage.
Harry gently petted her beautiful blonde hair as she kissed his cock.
"My Daddy is my Master," said Daphne, and she plunged her mouth onto his cock for the first time.
Harry in response started bucking his pelvis, thrusting his dick deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Daphne accepted it, slobbering over his fuck stick and whimpering with lust. She brought her hands up to his cock and began jacking Harry off while she sucked him. She was desperate for his cum.
Harry though pulled out before he could finish sitting down on the bed in the process.
"Why don't you give me a tit fuck?"
Daphne smiled broadly.
"Yeah, Daddy! I wanna fuck you with my tits!"
Daphne crawled on her hands and knees to meet Harry and his cock. Her enormous jugs hung enticingly, swaying back and forth as she crawled.
She then took her proper place kneeling between his legs.
Then Daphne put her palms on either side of her big lovely tits while Harry put his cock between them.
With her palms pushing her breasts inward and upward, Daphne's tits looked even more impressive than usual.
She pushed her torso in and out, using not only her hands and tits but her entire upper body to fuck Harrys cock while staring into his eyes with happy devotion.
Harry loved seeing his cock slide in and out of the valley between her fabulous round hooters.
"Please, Daddy, I need to..." She didn't finish the sentence. Instead, Daphne craned her head down and, while still tit fucking Harry, managed to fit his cock head into her mouth.
She started blowing Harry while rubbing her tits up and down on his shaft.
The feeling was incredible, but the sight was just as intensely erotic.
Harry grabbed her hair in both hands and used them as handlebars guiding her mouth in and out, in and out on his rod.
While still sucking Harry, Daphne began humming.
The combination of the sucking with the humming was incredible. When she hummed into his cock, Harry felt a delicious vibration that traveled up his shaft and all the way into his spine, giving him a sensuous shiver all over.
He then was overwhelmed with a desperate need to
Fuck!
Her!
Mouth!
Looking at Daphne he could tell that her goal was one thing at the moment for his cum to enter her mouth, bathe her tongue, coat her lips, splatter her face.
Her beautiful face, her warm wet mouth.
She needed his cum.
Harry lost all control. His cock, still buried between Daphne's beautiful tits, began spurting onto her lovely face, coating her nose and lips and cheeks with white creamy sperm.
Daphne quickly opened her mouth and ducked her head downward and locked her lips over his head so that she could taste his sperm.
Her eyes widened in shock as the taste hit her and her mouth filled with his jism.
Then her eyes rolled back in her head and she began shaking all over, cumming with Harry.
Daphne had cummed just from sucking Harry!
It was one of the most intensely erotic things that he had ever seen.
Daphne was so devoted to pleasuring Harry that the mere fact that he was orgasming brought on an orgasm for her, too.
She licked her lips and used a finger to scoop up some of his cum so she could eat more cum.
Her face was painted with cum. "Now I belong to you, Daddy," she said. "You branded me."
Daphne and Harry spent the next several minutes l together. After their intense experience, both of them wanted to come down softly.
They both felt an urge to hold each other, so they lay side by side, kissing each other gently. Daphne cooed her contentment as she curled up in his arms seeking Harry's love.
The whole time they kissed Harry caressed her bare tits and ass.
DIFFERENT PART OF HOGWARTS
My name is Hermione Granger. As far back as I can remember I always loved to be made helpless and tormented. I remember being a huge fan of the story of Cinderella as a girl and used to have dreams at night where I was Cinderella and my cruel stepmother and her abusive daughters kept me naked in their house and forced me to scrub the kitchen floor on my hands and knees and each of them wore a leather belt around their slender waists. And if I failed to scrub the kitchen floor to their satisfaction, those leather belts would come off and be used to swat my poor naked bottom until I yelped in pain.
Sometimes I still have this dream.
While other girls in my neighborhood wanted a Prince Charming to come marry them and take them off to a beautiful castle to live happily ever after, I was the girl who wanted an evil step-sister to tie me up and take me to a dark, forbidding dungeon where I'd be stripped naked and chained up and tormented forever.
I didn't take long before I realized that my desire to be stripped naked, bound and tormented would never be understood by society at large.
Girls who want to be tied up and abused are considered some sort off freak.
I learned at a fairly early age to keep my mouth shut about my desire to be humiliated and subjected to physical abuse.
And then I met the Potters and especially Caroline Potter.
I never had to tell Caroline that I had a desire to be dominated, humiliated and abused. She figured this out all by herself.
That might be due to the fact that I had not objected when she had forced me to give my ass to her brother.
A day that I had not been able to get out of my head.
After I had been sorted into Gryffindor House I did not talk much with Harry Potter as he seemed busy but his sister one day reached out to me asking me to meet her in a abandoned classroom.
The second I got into the classroom Caroline looked at me and just said " Strip, get your clothes off, I want to see all of your body".
Hermione gulped but she could not help but comply.
I was too nervous to maintain eye contact with her and my fingers trembled as I attempted to unbutton my shirt. It was a long-sleeved button down shirt and it seemed to take an eternity to get all eight (or was it nine?) buttons undone. Eventually I got all of the buttons undone and I pulled my shirt free from my skirt.
Still nervous and trembling I pulled my shoulders back, and shrugged out of the shirt.
With my shirt off, my bra was exposed and of course my breasts were spilling out of the cups, exposed and perfectly visible to Caroline's intense gaze.
The helpless feeling of surrendering my modesty and allowing Caroline to strip me naked caused my pulse to race and my skin to heat up and become feverish.
Her aloof, unsympathetic eyes on my exposed flesh gave me a feeling of vulnerability. Soon I would have my naked flesh exhibited to this woman, much like my Cinderella fantasies of being exhibited naked in front of a cruel stepmother and her abusive daughters.
My shoes were next, followed slightly after by my skirt. My hands were still trembling; however I seemed to be able to work the zipper with less difficulty than the buttons on my shirt.
I slid the skirt down my thighs and dropped it on the chair with my shirt.
With my bare thighs and high-cut bikini panties visible to Caroline's gaze, she seemed to be burning holes into me with her eyes.
She had a hungry look on her face, almost as if she wanted to eat me up.
I panted nervously, like a rabbit that's being stalked by a wolf however I couldn't deny that I felt a familiar warmth in between my legs.
I just hoped that Caroline failed to notice that I was becoming excited at the way she was humiliating and exposing me.
I was appalled that this woman might guess that I was as aroused as much as I was frightened and embarrassed, however I tried to push that to the back of my mind and continued to strip.
I was almost naked at this point and since my bra fastened in the front I reached in between my breasts and felt for the clasps.
My potent mixture of shame and arousal seemed to intensify as the clasp of my bra came loose and my breasts spilled out. Caroline's eyes seemed to be affecting me from across the room. It was almost like I could feel Caroline's hands on my bare breasts. I placed the bra on top of my skirt and shoved my thumbs into the waistband of my panties. I pushed the panties off my hips and down my thighs, eventually allowing my panties to fall to the floor.
Without thinking I placed a hand over my shaved vulva. My pubic lips had become swollen with arousal and I was embarrassed at the idea of Caroline guessing that I getting turned on by the imperious way that she had just forced me to strip in front of her.
"Don't cover yourself," Caroline snapped. "Put your hands behind the back of your neck. That's better. Elbows back."
My breasts rose and fell as my breathing became labored. This woman had left me feeling both humiliated and aroused. My heart was beating like a drum and I was overwhelmed by the powerful mix of emotions that Caroline had forced me to experience.
Man I really was a pushover.
Caroline sauntered over to my nude body and I struggled to hold the humiliating and vulnerable position that she had ordered me to hold. Then I felt further shame when Caroline moved my feet apart, opening my thighs and letting my swollen pubic lips feel the cold air.
Then Caroline took two steps back, admiring my nude, vulnerable body. I stood before her filled with trepidation, dread and anticipation, totally open, naked and exposed like a slave on the auction block ready for inspection.
Caroline's gaze made me feel helpless and intimidated. My breathing continued to be labored and I felt feverish and tense as I waited to see what she would do next.
Then, much to my surprise, she looked at me with those cold, blue-grey eyes and asked, "Are you wet?"
I could feel the moisture in my vagina, but I was far too embarrassed to confess to this woman that being forced to strip had aroused me. As a result, I seemed to regress back to childhood and I felt like a guilty twelve-year old girl when I replied, "I dunno."
Without warning Caroline snaked a hand between my widespread thighs and inserted a finger into my slit.
I gasped but didn't break position, allowing the woman to explore the interior of my pussy.
Eventually one strong finger became two and they both probed my sex until I could feel my clitoris beginning to swell.
Her fingers came away wet with my juices, juices which she then wiped off onto my panties.
"You're of a very interesting mindset, Hermione," Caroline said to me as she looked at me with a predatory grin. "You undoubtedly enjoy a stern hand, humiliation and harsh orders. I can give you all of that"
I shuddered at her words. Never before had anyone spoken to me quite like this.
I blushed when I realized that my nipples were painfully erect and my womanly juices were leaking out of my sex and staining my bare thighs.
Caroline then waved her wand and some equipment appeared that Hermione shuddered at.
"Like it"Caroline said "Thank my brother for getting me this stuff".
"And now," Caroline said firmly, "If you'll back up against that post, I can show you what it's like to be tied up.
Obediently I backed against the timber.
Busily Caroline produced rope.
My breathing became excited as Caroline ordered me to wrap my arms around the post so that she could tie my wrists to iron rings embedded in the wood.
My naked bottom was pressed firmly against the post while Caroline tied me.
"You're quite virginal," Caroline said as she tightly roped my passive wrists. "Have you ever been spanked before?"
"Never," I responded.
"Not even by your mother?" Caroline asked, "How about your father or teachers at your school?"
"I was actually a very well behaved child," I responded while Caroline tightly bound my naked flesh.
"Well I will have to spank you," Caroline informed me.
Then Caroline tugged so tightly on a rope around my waist that I gasped and winced in pain.
I felt my pussy begin to throb and vainly wished that I could touch myself down there.
Caroline had tied my ankles tightly to iron rings set into the floor, and much to my shame they were far enough apart that my pussy was well on view.
Caroline could easily see how pink, swollen and wet my pubic lips were.
The ropes around my waist seemed extremely unnecessary, so did the ones just underneath my breasts.
I looked down at my own body and saw that Caroline's rope bondage had caused my twin spheres with their pink, erect nipples to thrusting themselves into prominence. And then much to my surprise Caroline kissed each of them lightly; then bit each nipple with a severity that surprised me.
The look of shock on my face must have been obvious as Caroline gave me a look of amused curiosity and said, "You've never had your nipples bitten before. Want me to do it again?"
"No, oh please don't!" I had pinched my own nipples before, however I still held some sort of fear when it came to teeth on my sensitive, swollen nipples. I felt obligated to speak up and try to protect them from Caroline's teeth.
"You can't stop me, Darling."
Caroline was certainly correct about that, the way she had me fixed I could barely do more than tremble in my bonds. I struggled against the ropes, but succeeded only in wearing myself out and working up a slight sweat.
Somehow the helplessness seemed to make anything Caroline did to my naked body alright.
Nothing that happened from this point on could possibly be my fault. If Caroline did something to my naked body it wasn't because I was a freak, it was because Caroline wanted to do it and I was helpless to stop her.
Caroline took one of my sensitive nipples into her mouth and sucked. I gasped and panted as Caroline's lips and hard small tongue worked their magic on my breasts. The throbbing heat in between my legs became even more intense, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Naked and helpless I looked down at my prominent breasts. My nipples were red and erect. They were still wet from the mischievous lips.
"Now I shall require that you address me as Mistress at all times when we are together. If you refer to me as Caroline or Ma'am or any other title, I'll have to punish you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," I replied.
"Good girl," Caroline said; a slight smile on her lips. "You're a fast learner."
"I like this look here," Caroline said as she reached in between my widespread legs and cupped my clean-shaven vulva. I gasped and shuddered when her hand touched my exposed pubic lips.
"You should always keep your pussy shaved like this," Caroline informed me.
I shuddered at the way she was speaking to me.
Caroline then reached in between my legs and grabbed at my swollen, pink labia. I shuddered at her touch as she pinched my labia again and again, causing me to whimper and squirm.
Caroline then inserted two fingers deep inside of me and moved them around, probing every inch of me.
She was forceful and insistent and I couldn't help but get more and more aroused as she explored my tight, wet hole with her fingers.
I struggled in vain against the ropes on my naked body and soon I was bathed in sweat and panting as Caroline cruelly brought me to the edge of orgasm over and over, but slid her fingers out of my vaginal tunnel just as I was about to reach the point of no return.
But yet I was excited at the same time.
I had fantasized for years of being made helpless, vulnerable and stripped naked by some dominant woman and now it had all come true!
Chapter 9
November 1991
Hogwarts
As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost.
One morning the Great Hall was full of the delicious smell of fried sausages and the cheerful chatter of everyone looking forward to a good Quidditch match the first one of the year between Slytherin and Gryffindor.
By eleven o'clock the whole school seemed to be out in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students had binoculars. The seats might be raised high in the air, but it was still difficult to see what was going on sometimes.
Harry choose to sit with Caroline for the match.
Madam Hooch was refereeing. She stood in the middle of the field waiting for the two teams, her broom in her hand.
Once both teams where read Madam Hooch gave a loud blast on her silver whistle.
Fifteen brooms rose up, high, high into the air. They were off.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor - what
an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too -"
"JORDAN!"
"Sorry, Professor."
Lee Jordan, was doing the commentary for the match, closely watched by Professor McGonagall.
"And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve - back to Johnson and - no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes -
Flint flying like an eagle up there - he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle – that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there,
nice dive around Flint, off up the field and - OUCH - that must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger - Quaffle taken by the Slytherins - that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger
sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which - nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes - she's
really flying - dodges a speeding Bludger - the goal posts are ahead- come on, now, Angelina - Keeper Bletchley dives - misses –
GRYFFINDORS SCORE!"
Gryffindor cheers filled the cold air, with howls and moans from the
Slytherins.
"It looks like theirs no sign of the Snitch yet?" Caroline wondered.
"Nope," said Harry.
"Slytherin in possession," Lee Jordan said "Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the – wait a moment - was that the Snitch?"
A murmur ran through the crowd as Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear.
Ron Weasley apparently saw it also and In a great rush of excitement he dived downward after the streak of gold.
Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgs had seen it, too.
Neck and neck they hurtled toward the Snitch -all the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in midair to watch.
Ron was faster than Higgs - he could see the little round ball, wings fluttering, darting up ahead - - he put on an extra spurt of speed -
WHAM! A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below - Marcus Flint
had blocked Ron on purpose, and Ron's broom spun off course, Ron
holding on for dear life.
"Foul!" screamed the Gryffindors.
"This sure is a violent game"Caroline remarked.
Harry agreed with her.
Such barbarity.
Madam Hooch spoke angrily to Flint and then ordered a free shot at the goal posts for Gryffindor.
But in all the confusion, of course, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight again.
Lee Jordan was finding it difficult not to take sides.
"So - after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating
"Jordan!" growled Professor McGonagall.
"I mean, after that open and revolting foul
'Jordan, I'm warning you -"
"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession."
"Slytherin in possession - Flint with the Quaffle - passes Spinnet – passes Bell - hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose - only joking, Professor - Slytherins score - A no...
The Slytherins were cheering.
"Slytherin in possession - Flint with the Quaffle - passes Spinnet – passes Bell - hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose - only joking, Professor - Slytherins score - A no...
The Slytherins were cheering.
After about ten more minutes.
"Higgs catches the snitch, Slytherin Wins".
CAROLINE AND HERMIONE
"Kneel at my feet, Darling."
Caroline's womanhood tasted differently than I thought it would. She actually tasted kind of like wine, but not a bold, aromatic, pungent sort of wine, more like a mild, pleasing aroma. I could barely taste her at all.
I licked her from the bottom of her pink, swollen lips and dragged my tongue up, rubbing the underside of her clitoris on the way. I was so focused on her unexpected mild taste that I failed to notice that her breathing had gotten heavier and faster as I used my tongue on her pudendum.
Soon Caroline had a lusty, powerful orgasm and got her juices all over my lips.
I remained on my knees while Caroline came down from a powerful orgasm and slowly regulated her breathing from heavy panting down to something more standard.
"That was very good for a first time, Darling," my Mistress said as I looked up at her smiling face. "You have a natural affinity for pleasing a woman."
I smiled at my mistress.
Caroline looked down at my naked body.
She favored me with a carnivorous smile and said, "Alright Hermione, you look awfully helpless and abused right now, sort of like a prisoner. I think it's time for an interrogation."
I had no idea what she was talking about, but what was I going to do other than agree?
"I already know that you've never had sex with a woman before," she said, "But what about men other than Harry?"
"No, Mistress," I admitted.
"Wow, We really did get a virgin," she said, sounding somewhat incredulous, "How about masturbation?"
"At what age did you start masturbating," Caroline said, clarifying the question.
"I suppose around age fourteen."
"And how many times a day did you masturbate at home?"
I had to think about that one. "It varies, I suppose between one and four times a day. Some days I get more worked up than others."
"And what sort of things would get you worked up enough to make your masturbate four times in the same day?"
That hungry expression on Carolines face seemed to intensify and I became all the more aware of how naked I was.
"Well," I explained, "Back when I was in high school I was on the cheerleading squad for a while. I was good looking enough, but not so good with choreography. Our squad leader wasn't too happy with how slow I was to learn new routines and one day she threatened to pin me to the ground and strip me naked in front of the principal."
"And that excited you?"
"Well, yes," I replied, totally embarrassed.
"Why did it excite you when this girl threatened to strip you naked in front of your principal?"
"Several reasons," I replied, "The first I suppose simply being overpowered. Our squad leader was a strong girl. I knew she could easily pin me to the ground and hold me there helpless while she ripped off my clothes, if that's what she wanted to do. There'd be no way I could possibly stop her."
"So, you get excited at the thought of being physically overpowered and helpless; what else?"
"Well, being naked in front of the principal; first of all it's humiliating to be forced into showing my naked body, being undressed against my will in public, but somehow it's even more humiliating to expose my naked body to somebody her age. You see our principal is in her mid-thirties. She's probably old enough to be my mother."
"Is there any other reason that being stripped in front of your vice principal would excite you?" Caroline asked.
My heart beat fast just thinking about the prospect of being helpless and forcibly stripped in front of my old high school principal as I tried to formulate an answer to Caroline's question.
"Well, she's an authority figure. I always feel more submissive in the presence of an authority figure; teachers, principals, police officers, they all sort of make me feel intimidated"
"So, just to paraphrase," Caroline said, "You find it exciting to be physically overpowered, forcibly stripped, humiliated and made to display your naked body in front of authority figures."
I felt frightened about where this line of questioning was going, but I swallowed and answered her question anyway, "Yes, Mistress."
"I think I may be able to accommodate your wonderful libido," Caroline said as she bent over and took one of my erect nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
Her strong fingers were gentle at first, but she gradually increased the pressure on my swollen, sensitive nipple until I was whimpering in pain.
And while I was panting and whimpering, Caroline continued to play with my poor, captive nipple and asked, "Are there any other kinky sexual fantasies I should know about?"
Of course there were others, there were too many to count. I blurted out fantasies as quickly as I could remember them and as fast as I could get them out of my mouth.
I told her my fantasy about a woods that I used to hike in despite the fact that "No Trespassing" signs are posted everywhere.
I would sometimes fantasize that I would be caught trespassing and the person who owns the land wouldn't call the cops, but would force me to strip naked and tie me to a tree and leave me there for hours.
Sometimes in my fantasy the owner would rub sunscreen into every inch of my naked skin, getting me all aroused, but never allowing me to climax.
I told her my fantasies about being Cinderella and how my evil step-sisters and cruel step mother would strip me naked and torment me in a variety of different ways, sometimes involving the stiff bristles of a broom or a scrub brush against my soft, sensitive pubic lips while I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor.
There were other fantasies and while Caroline kept toying with my nipple; sometimes gently, sometimes painfully; until I'd told her every sexual fantasy I could remember ever experiencing.
Caroline went over to a box and took her time extracting a few things.
When she came back she set the items on the floor, at my knees and ignored them for a few seconds paying attention instead to my breasts, teasing and rubbing my nipples, making me pant as my sexual arousal went through the roof.
Then; once my nipples were swollen and enlarged and fully erect; she picked up her toys off the floor. There were two shiny, metal things with angry-looking jaws.
"These are called nipple clamps," Caroline explained, using her thumb and forefinger to cause one of the jaws to open wide.
l breathed heavily as Caroline slowly brought the metal device over to my left nipple and prepared to clamp in onto my sensitive, swollen flesh.
When the metal jaws bit down hard into my soft pink flesh, the pain was as sharp as being stung by a wasp.
And I was so focused on the pain in my left nipple that when Caroline took another nipple clamp and had it bite down on the flesh of my right nipple, it caught me totally by surprise.
Both of my nipples were throbbing in pain and then Caroline showed me the nylon cords that were attached to the nipple clamps.
I was informed that she intended to use those nylon cords as a leash.
She tugged playfully and said, "Stand up, dear, I'll show you how this works."
I obediently followed her anywhere she led me with that leash of hers.
My poor abused nipples throbbed as Caroline led me across the room and eventually I was made to stand in a corner.
Suddenly Caroline's hands were on my naked flesh. First they were on the tense muscles of my back, then they trailed down slowly to my naked buttocks, cupping and fondling them, then she reached in between my thighs and gently stroked my slick, swollen pubic lip, causing me to gasp.
Without even thinking, my breathing quickened as Caroline's hands freely roamed across my naked body and then finally she opened my vulva and her fingers entered me, questing, moving, clenching and exploring.
I whimpered as Caroline's skilled finger expertly probed my hungry sex. I tried to remain still, but my legs trembled and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as Caroline's strong fingers thrust deeply and I felt knuckles as her fingers clenched end extended and flexed and thrust again.
She owned by pussy in a way that I never had. She knew exactly where to touch me and how much pressure to apply to drive my lust to feverish levels. Her fingers stroked me deep inside, in a bold, masterful way that was superior to the way that I normally stroked myself.
My nipples were in distress as I panted my way towards orgasm and my breasts heaved up and down, making the metal clamps wobble, however the throbbing pain in my poor nipples only seemed to heighten my lust.
I sucked air in through my teeth and tears welled up in my eyes as the nipple clamps seemed to bite my sore nipples even harder, and then Caroline brought her other hand between my legs and used it to play with my pussy as well, eventually finding my swollen clit.
Without thinking I spread my legs wider and Caroline began to rub my swollen clit with her thumb.
I moaned and stamped my bare feet as Caroline's cunning hands drove me closer and closer to orgasm.
I had actually pinched my own nipple many times while fingering my own pussy, however I was never this brutal to them, and I always let up when the pain got too intense.
What Caroline was forcing my nipples to endure was far more painful and vicious than anything I'd ever inflicted on my poor nipples myself.
A powerful orgasmic wave ripped through me as Caroline's fingers stabbed deep into my pink sex with one hand and mercilessly toyed with my clit with the other.
I screamed, writhed, and shook my head from side to side and hot wet tears slid down face as the pain in my nipples seemed to triple.
Despite the pain to my already-sore nipples, I found myself thrusting my hips, meeting Caroline's fingers as she thrust them into me.
My hips went into spasms, reveling in the orgasm she then gave me.
I panted and gasped and savored the powerful orgasm, and as my thighs trembled and my knees started to buckle, I very nearly collapsed onto the floor, however Caroline removed her hands from my throbbing sex and wrapped one strong arm around my waist and another strong arm around my torso, keeping me from falling and protecting my poor nipples from having those horrible metal jaws ripped from sensitive pink nubs.
Caroline stood behind me and held my sweat-drenched nudity close until she reached up to my nipples and released my poor tortured nipples from those tight metal jaws.
I didn't know a lot about nipple clamps, but apparently they hurt a lot worse when they come off, compared to how much they hurt when they're clamped on.
I whimpered and whined and panted as blood flowed back into my poor, abused nipples and many, many nerve endings in that intimate part of my anatomy suddenly came alive with intense pain
"Oh God, oh aaarrrggghhh oh gaaaaahhhhhg," I screamed as liquid fire seemed to rush into my nipples consuming them with the most intense pain a girl has ever known.
At some point I ended up on the floor, staring up at the ceiling with my torso across Caroline's lap. My poor abused nipples were still throbbing in agony, but a sense of euphoria had washed over me in the aftermath of the most delicious orgasm of my life.
I'd fingered my own pussy thousands of times, but never had I managed an orgasm that intense all on my own. Caroline had given me a mouth-watering sexual experience of a sort that I had never even thought possible.
"Oh, my poor nipples," I complained as I glanced down at my breasts and saw that my nipples were far redder than usual, unusually swollen, erect and enlarged. There were still indentations in them from where the clamps had bitten into them, "Did you have to be so cruel to them?"
"Of course," Caroline said without the tiniest trace of sympathy in her voice.
I whimpered and trembled realizing that I was naked and bound and Caroline had every intention of taking advantage of my helpless, nude body.
I spread my legs much wider, making my shaved sex much more vulnerable and prominent as I wanted to be as defenseless and vulnerable as possible.
Caroline seemed to take the hint and reached down between my legs and cruelly pinched my swollen labia, eliciting a surprised yelp from me.
I reflexively closed my legs together, but Caroline scolded me and said, "Open your legs again. You should always keep your sex as exposed and available as possible for your mistress."
With a sense of foreboding and trepidation I reluctantly spread my thighs apart for Caroline. With my legs spread wide, I felt very defenseless and vulnerable. Caroline could do any number of cruel, painful things to my poor, defenseless pubic lips.
Caroline reached between my legs again, but this time she gently stroked and kneaded my moist, swollen labia, making me moan.
I had just had a powerful orgasm, but her fingers were already making me hungry for another one.
"Oh, Mistress," I moaned and obediently kept my legs spread obscenely far apart. Caroline's masterful fingers took full advantage of my vulnerable position and I felt like a virgin sacrifice being raped.
Soon I was panting deliciously and on the verge of another frenzied, delirious orgasm, but just a heartbeat or two before the powerful climax erupted, Caroline removed her hand.
I continued to lie there with my legs wantonly spread apart and waited for the continued attentions of Caroline's competent fingers on my sex.
My legs remained spread wide, but my back arched and my buttocks lifted up off the floor as if my pelvis were seeking Caroline's fingers or begging them to come back.
My great disappointment and confusion I said, "Mistress?"
"I'm so sorry, Darling," Caroline said, "We have to get back to our common rooms to avoid curfew."
The throbbing in my sex was still insistent. I couldn't possibly be expected to just leave while my swollen, excited clit was begging for attention.
I desperately needed Caroline to finish the erotic task that she had started. "Mistress," I began, hoping that I could entice Caroline to bring me to orgasm again and save me from my sexual distress.
Caroline ignored my appeal and the pathetic look on my face.
"Time for you to get dressed now, Dear," Caroline said before smacked me on my naked buttocks and said, "Come on now, we both have things to do."
I picked up my tiny panties and reluctantly stepped into them.
My sex was still throbbing and in need of attention. I was aghast at leaving before my sexual need had been satisfied.
I got dressed and Caroline and I left for our common rooms.
When I got back to the Gryffindor Common Room I went to the girls bathroom where I took off my clothes and examined my nipples in the mirror.
They were still swollen and sensitive, however their color had returned to normal.
Apparently the nipple clamps hadn't done any long-term damage.
I turned on the water in the shower and washed up.
I washed the scent of my own sweat off my naked body and gently rubbed my poor, abused nipples.
They were tender and sensitive to my touch at first, but I rubbed most of the pain out of them while I showered.
DECEMBER 1991
Christmas was coming.
One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Professor Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.
The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again.
No one could wait for the holidays to start.
The drafty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms.
Worst of all were Professor Snape's classes down in the dungeons, where their breath rose in a mist before them and they kept as close as possible to their hot cauldrons.
Harry and Caroline where not going back to Privet Drive for Christmas.
Hermione,Pansy and Daphne where all going home so Harry and Caroline could have some serious time together for the first time in several months.
Professor Snape had come around the week before, making a list of students who would be staying for the holidays, and Harry had signed up at once.
The Great Hall looked spectacular.
Festoons of holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls, and no less than twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with
hundreds of candles.
Once the holidays had started, Caroline and Harry found good armchairs by the fire in a abandoned classroom.
They ate anything they could spear on a toasting fork - bread, English muffins, marshmallows and a lot of other food while talking about how the past few months had gone.
One day Harry was also able to somehow get a movie going in the classroom and a conjured couch.
Harry was so smart.
When Caroline got to the classroom she took off her robes revealing her pink silk pyjamas.
When I entered the room Caroline saw that Harry was already lounging on the sofa.
He was wearing just a black bathrobe and She knew without asking that he had nothing on beneath.
Images of his gigantic cock flooded her mind.
"Hey, Caroline," he said as she sat down on the sofa. "Looking forward to the movie?"
She nodded.
"Undo two buttons now," he commanded.
Caroline quickly undid two buttons of her pyjama top, revealing more than a hint of her bare breasts beneath.
Harry smirked, clearly enjoying his power over her.
He then brought out a bowl of popcorn and when Caroline reached out to take some he pulled it back so she had to lean over further giving him a better view down her partially open top.
Harry made a small gesture with his fingers that Caroline understood perfectly. He wanted her to undo another button.
She complied. Caroline undid a third button and was dangerously close to showing off her nipples.
Soon they started the movie which was a horror film.
After about fifteen minutes Caroline's eyes wondered down to Harry's genitals that he had taken out.
She could see his big, thick cock lying limply over one thigh. His heavy balls hung beneath it, tight and hairless. The mere sight of his manhood was enough to stir feelings of arousal in Caroline.
Harry held out his hand and Caroline obediently placed her hand in his.
He took her hand gently and placed it over his dick.
The warmth it exuded filled her palm and she felt it twitch at her touch. He moved her hand slowly over his hard shaft, letting her feel its thickness until her fingertips reached his crown. Caroline could feel herself getting hotter, His cock grew between her fingers, expanding to its full massive length. Its girth filling her fist easily.
Caroline felt herself growing even more aroused and hungry for more.
She could feel a warmth between her legs and Caroline was starting to feel wet.
Harry took hold of her arm and pulled Caroline gently, guiding her down.
Her head fell behind Harry's leg, Carolines lips hovered over his cock as it throbbed with anticipation. The manly smell of his musk filled her nostrils and intensified her desire.
Caroline licked his cock head tentatively and then sucked it deeply into her mouth.
She tasted his salty pre-cum and savoured it eagerly, salivating over his dick as she sucked more.
Caroline felt Harry's hands on her ass, groping and massaging. Then, taking her by complete surprise, he tore her pyjama pants at the seams, creating a back entrance for his fingers to wander through.
"No panties. You little slut," he whispered gleefully. As he enjoyed the bare flesh of her backside. "It's like you wanted this."
Harry shoved her head back down onto his eager cock.
His fingers spread her cheeks and as he massaged her ass he moved his fingers lower, circling her entrance teasingly.
Caroline let out a grunt as he forced his way inside her. His fingers invaded Caroline, exploring, and the heat from his hand became her own intense heat.
As She performed her duties on his cock, her pleasure was enhanced by Harry's exploration of her body, and Caroline was almost lost in the intense sensations.
Harry gripped the back of her head with his free hand as he started to fuck her mouth roughly.
"That's it, Caroline. Taste every inch of me," he whispered. His words increased her horniness as the heat between her legs grew.
The sensation was too much. She felt violated, yet aroused and wanted more.
Harry then took Caroline off him and then he patted his lap like he was inviting a dog to sit on him.
Caroline climbed onto his lap, straddling him.
Harry tore her pyjamas more, enlarging the hole, before guiding her down onto his deliciously thick cock.
Caroline would never get used to how much Harry could fill her, how perfectly he fit inside her. Slowly, Harry started to thrust his hips and she had to stifle a moan.
Harry reached up and began to unbutton her top.
Parting her shirt, he exposed her breasts to the room and then leaned forward to lap at her nipples.
With each thrust of his hips Harry seemed to become more aroused and Caroline could feel him swell inside her.
She threw my head back, mouth open in silent pleasure, her hands fisting in his hair. His thrusts increased in speed, and Caroline rode him with increasing enthusiasm, matching his thrusts with her own and pushing herself further onto him.
Carolines moisture oozed over his manhood, creating a wet, sticky sound as they continued to grind against each other.
She then climaxed with ecstasy surging through her and a string of moans slipped through her lips. Harry tensed as she gripped his shoulders tightly and then Caroline felt him splurge inside her.
Harry then reached up and kissed Caroline tenderly on the lips.
She returned his kiss then she eased herself off his lap so they could watch the rest of the movie.
What a movie night.