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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Luna_Lovegood/Harry_Potter, Hermione_Granger/Harry_Potter, Hermione
      Granger/Luna_Lovegood
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-12 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2557
****** The Making of a Slut ******
by Paul_Grots
Summary
     Hermione is cornered in a hallway at night. Subsequently she is
     broken and turned in to a slut.
Hermione was walking back up the stairs on the way to the Gryffindor common
room. Having just left the library due to it's closure for the night, her bag
and arms were filled with heavy books. Humming a tune as she walked, she slowly
strolled down the empty stone corridors. Not hearing a person was slowly
sneaking up on her, thanks to his silencing charm on his clothes and shoes, she
was caught unaware when the bright red color of a stunning charm hit her in the
back. When she came too, she was tied to a chair. Ropes bound her wrists to the
arms of the chair, her ankles were tied to the feet, and a pair of ropes
crisscrossed and encircled her breasts, tying her upper body to the back of the
chair.
 
Looking around in fear and confusion, Hermione tried to pull her self free from
the ropes, but she had no luck. She was alone in an empty class room, all the
desks were pushed to the back, leaving only her chair and the teachers desk in
front of an old black board. She didn't see anyone in the room with her, and
she tried yelling. No noise came out of her mouth as she had been magically
silenced. Suddenly, a voice came from nowhere. "Hello, Hermione, I'm looking
forward to playing with you today. If you're lucky I may let you remember your
first time and not obliviate your memories." The person was under an
invisibility cloak or spell, but their voice was magically altered. She had no
idea who this person was.
Suddenly, a hand holding a wand appeared in front of her. It slowly traced down
her cheek bone, as it went it left a trail of what felt like feathers brushing
against her skin. As the wand was removed, the feeling of feathers went away.
"An interesting spell, isn't it Hermione.", the disembodied voice says. "At the
least powerful level, it just feels like a trail of feathers brushing you, but
at the highest, my dear, it will force a feeling of sexual arousal with the
feathers. The wand draws close again, this time on the other cheek. As it is
pulled away she starts to feel flushed and hot. Her nipples harden against her
bra, and she feels wetness start to appear between her thighs.
"Well, Miss Granger I think you have entirely too many clothes on. These robes
are very unflattering.", the voice said. The wand twitched and her robes
disappeared in a small puff of smoke. "Hmm, now what to remove next. I could do
this the easy way and vanish everything at once, or I could go slower, maybe
starting with your bra. Ah! The spell will have made you very wet by now, and
your panties will have been soaked through. Let's remove those first.", the
voice continued. Another wand twitch and her panties dissapeared only to
reappear stuffed in her mouth.
Still bound by ropes and silenced, Hermione couldn't do anything at all to
prevent this from happening. She had no skill in wandless magic, and her wand
didn't even appear to be in the room. She felt a shock go through her as the
cold November air traveled up her skirt and touched her now bare cunt. She felt
a flash of pleasure go through her, and she wished she could contribute it to
the spell. "Hmm, now that you are properly gagged, how about I unsilence you so
I can hear your noises through your panties.", the voice said.
Finally able to make a noise, she settled on a series of mumbled swear words
intermingled with pleads for release. The voice just chuckled. The want
appeared again, and slowly traced over her neck down to the top of her blouse.
She felt another flush of pleasure over come her, and despite herself she
moaned through her panties. She could taste her self, and idly realized that
she enjoyed the taste. She didn't know what to think about that. "Hmm, lets
remove something else then.", said the voice. A flick and her bra disappeared.
Her hard nipples poking in to her blouse. The rub of fabric sent a chill
through her.
"I see you are enjoying this Granger, how much of that is due to my spell, and
how much of that is due to you being a repressed little schoolgirl slut?", the
voice said. 'Slut, I'm not a slut. I've only masturbated once as an experiment
but didn't ever do it again because I felt so dirty afterwards....I did enjoy
it during the act though, maybe I am repressed. Wait, this must be the spell!
I've never even kissed a boy', this was Hermione's train of thought. It was
immediately derailed as the wand tip brush against a blouse covered nipple.
Letting out a small gasp that was muffled by the panties still in her mouth,
Hermione shivered in the chair. 'I enjoyed that and he didn't use the spell. It
needs skin contact to work, he was right, I must be a slut. Girls aren't
supposed to enjoy being tied up and stripped, but I apparently do! Stupid
Malfoy was right about me all along. Oh! I hope this isn't Malfoy, that would
be horrible. Wait, why do I assume that it's a male, the person is invisible
and has a magically altered voice. I wish I knew who this was.', her thoughts
were again interrupted by the wand brushing against her other nipple. "I think
it's time for me to see those perky breasts Miss Granger." The voice said. She
tried to make a noise of protest, no one but her parents had ever seen her
breasts, but the wand flicked anyway, leaving her in only her knee length
pleated skirt, knee socks, and schoolgirl shoes.
 
"Hmm, very beautiful. I've never seen such a nice and perky pair of milky white
tits before, absolutely stunning.", the voice proclaimed. She felt herself
blush at the comment, but at the same time shivered and let out a tiny moan.
'Oh gods, I love this. I shouldn't because it is wrong and dirty, but I do. My
parents would be ashamed of me, Harry and Ron will hate me I know.' Sighing,
she looked up at where she thought the head of the person was, and tried to
relay her thoughts with her eyes. "Ahh, I see you recognize that you are a
slut, my dear. Good. We need to make your outfit match.", the voice sounded
pleased, its spell had worked perfectly. A flick and twist, and her knee length
skirt became much shorter, only going down to mid-thigh. Barely enough to cover
her leaking cunt. Her shoes vanished as well with another flick of the wand.
 
The wand slowly reached out heading for her breasts. She tried her best to push
her chest out to shorten the distance, but the wand diverted and trailed down
her stomach. Letting out a muffled moan of need, she thrust her chest out
again. The wand obliged her, traveling over the outer circumference of one
before doing the same to the other. Slowly, the wand tip made shorter circles
as it came closer and closer to her aerola with each pass. Feathers on her skin
the whole time, she was awash with desire as her cunt leaked in an almost
constant trickle. The wand traced across one nipple, and then the other, and
she was undone. Throwing her head back, she let out a deep throaty moan, as the
fabric of her panties caressed her tongue. She sucked on them to try and wring
the last of her juices out of them. Her cunt litterally throbbed as it was
grasping for something solid, anything, to help her increase the pleasure from
her orgasm. "Such a good little slut Miss Granger, but you seem to be making a
mess of your pretty little skirt. Let me remove that for you." A flick and it
was gone, leaving her clad in only knee length socks, as the cold castle air
was now completely free to touch her cunt. She was bare before the voice, and
it made her feel dirty. The clenching of her pussy walls slowed back down, and
she caught her breath.
 
Removing the spit soaked panties from her mouth, the voice asked, "Tell me Miss
Granger, do you play with yourself? Have you ever made yourself cum like that
before?". Shaking her head no, she replied "No, I find it dirty to touch myself
so I only did it once. I didn't manage to orgasm like that when I did it
though." Laughing, the hand shoved the panties back in her mouth. "A slut like
you needs to know how to bring herself to orgasm, that way you can make all
your little friends cum like that too." The wand trailed down her stomach,
stopping at her bush. With a whispered word, the wand started travelling
through it, removing hair as it went. "A slut like you needs to be clean
shaven, so everyone can see how horny you are.", the voice explained. Stopping
once all the hair was removed, the wand slowly traced around her outer lips.
Barely grazing them, she tries to buck up into the wand, but the restraining
ropes hold her down. Pressing harder, she responds by moaning in pleasure. The
wand slowly works its way in deeper, trailing over her inner lips before being
held at her clit. A bag appears over her head, and she can no longer see. She
feels the wand replaced by a tongue, as the wand is thrust in to her. It seems
to enlarge as her pussy walls grip tighter in response, trying to suck it in.
With a final lick of her clit, she has a tremendous orgasm, even better than
the first. She is worried about snapping the wand inside of her as she can't
control hos tight her spasaming muscles are clamping down on it. Gasping and
shivering, the tongue is removed, and a second later, so is the bag.
"Good slut, I want you to clean off my wand", commands the voice as her panties
are removed. She looks up to where she thinks the voices eyes are and stares
the whole time as she treats the wand like a lollipop. Enjoying the taste and
feeling of sucking her juices off the wand, she whines in protest when it is
removed, and her panties shoved back in. "I hope you were taking notes on how I
ate your cunt, Granger, a good little slut must know how to please a woman
too", said the voice. Hermione nods, the spell having forced her to accept and
adapt to what was a previously revolting idea. "That was the only orgasm you'll
be getting for a while my dear. But we are far from done here, maybe at sunrise
I'll let you cum again.", remarked the voice. She whined in protest as she
shook her head, but all the voice did was laugh. A flick of the wand and the
ropes changed, holding her thighs further apart as a new set appeared around
her belly. The wand lazily tracing patterns over her arms and legs while
occasionally traveling to her breasts. Even less did the wand touch upon her
nipples or clit. She was in a state of constant arousal, usually at the peak of
being able to cum, but the wand always moved away before she could. Trying to
buck in to the wand, or push her chest in to it resulted in it being moved
away. She could only whimper in protest as this went on for uncounted minutes,
maybe even hours.
Suddenly, the wand was once again thrust in to her. Gasping in pleasure she
thought she would finally get to cum, however the wand didn't thrust, and was
quickly removed. She saw it glistening with her juices as it was slowly lowered
to her rosebud. Her eyes widened in fear! She didn't want that at all, that was
too dirty, but the wand couldn't read her thoughts as it slowly started to
penetrate her back passage. Slowly starting to thrust in and out. Another hand
appeared and started to rub her clit occasionally, in order to keep her on the
edge. The spell quickly did it's job, however, and to her shame she started
getting pleasure from the thrusting. Just as she was about to cum, and this
would have likely been a larger orgasm than before due to how long she'd been
held at the edge, the wand and hand was removed. Laughing, the voice wiped off
her wand on a conjured towel, and used it to quickly create two cylindrical
objects. Removing the panties from her mouth, she was commanded to suck them
one at a time. Pushing the panties back in, the cylinders were thrust into each
hole, and they both started to vibrate. She gasped in pleasure before she was
resilenced. She saw the door open and close before the lights went off in the
room. It was many hours, or maybe minutes, she didn't know for she had been in
constant pleasure unable to cum before the door again opened and the lights
came on. The voice asked, "Have you had fun slut, look at the stain on that
chair." Removing the silencing spell and panties, all she can say is "Please!".
It comes out in a throaty half moan voice.
 
"Please what, sluttly little Granger? You have to tell me what you want.", the
voice sounds amused. "Please, I need to cum or else I'll go insane", Hermione
responded. "I'll let you cum if you agree to be my little fuck slut, coming and
cumming whenever I desire to have your tight little holes.", the voice
demanded. "Anything, I'll fuck you whenever you want just let me cum!", she
yelled. The vibrating objects slowly started to thrust in and out, so that one
was fully inserted while the other was almost completely removed. They were
quickly building up speed, and then it happened. An orgasm so intense the
magically enchanted objects couldn't thrust, they were both locked fully inside
by her gripping muscles. She screamed in absolute pleasure as the strongest
orgasm of the night rippled through her, sending shivers and spasms through her
whole body. The seat was a veritable lake due to all of her spilt wetness. As
this happened, a burst of accidental magic blew out of her body. This had the
effect of creating a strong wind like sensation, and as she gained control of
herself, she noticed two things. One, a mirror floating overhead that she
hadn't noticed before. In the mirror she saw the invisibility cloak of Harry
Potter, her best friend, fly off. But he was as bound as she was. Fully nude
and tied to a chair, he was in a cock ring. His engorged and angry looking
penis dripping precum. He was nearly as wet as she was, Hermione mused. Looking
to her right, she saw that another invisibility cloak had been blown off. She
was looking at the naked form of a shocked Luna Lovegood, well, not naked she
thought, she does have that large strap on covering her up.
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