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HARRY POTTER AND THE HARD PRINCE [ part 7 ] Sunday afternoon, Hermione was still trying to solve the mystery of who was attacking the Gryffindor girls. But she realized she wasn’t sure it was only the Gryffindor girls that were involved. She spotted Cho as she was headed toward the main door of Hogwarts. “Cho?” she called out, “can I talk to you for a few minutes?” “Sure, Hermione,” said Cho, noticing that the other girl looked very earnest. She wondered what was so important. “I was just on my way out to watch the Ravenclaw quidditch practice, but I can be a few minutes late.” It was a Ravenclaw tradition that the whole house turned out for the Sunday practice to cheer them on. “We need some place private,” said Hermione. “Let’s go up to the Ravenclaw girls’ dormitory,” said Cho. “Nobody will be there. Everyone is out at quidditch.” She looked at Hermione, wondering what could be so urgent. The idea of a private meeting in her bedroom with the pretty girl sounded like it had potential. The two girls made their way back to the privacy of the dorm room and sat down on Cho’s bed. “What’s so important?” asked Cho. “Have you heard of any of the Ravenclaw girls being attacked lately?” asked Hermione. “No,” said Cho. “Why? Has someone been attacking girls in Gryffindor?” “You remember the red stripes on my bottom, don’t you?” “Yeah,” said Cho. She’d gotten used to seeing the other girls naked in class, but the sight of Hermione’s ass with stripes on it had made an impression. She remembered then getting excited when Professor Chambers had said Hermione had been spanked. “Well, somebody raped me and whipped me that weekend,” she said. “Then, whoever is was made me forget what happened.” “Were you… were you tied up?” asked Cho, getting that same tingly feeling she had in class at the mention of a spanking. “I don’t know,” said Hermione. “I don’t remember any of it.” “Did he play with your tits?” asked Cho, eyeing Hermione’s delectable mounds. “How would I know?” replied Hermione. “Why? Is that important? Does this sound like something that’s happened here?” “No,” said Cho. “I haven’t heard of any of our girls getting tied, spanked, or raped.” “Well, it’s happened to me… twice,” she said, figuring that the attack on Ron counted as an attack on her. “And one other girl has a similar story.” “Who was that?” asked Cho. She wanted to have a mental picture of yet another Gryffindor witch getting her pretty ass whipped. “Never mind,” said Hermione. “She wants to remain anonymous.” Cho reached out and held Hermione’s hand. “It must have been terrible. I mean, if you forgot what happened, then you don’t know what it was like. Was he any good? Did you cum? What does it feel like to be spanked?” “Cho! What are you talking about? I don’t care if he was good or if I came. He shouldn’t have done it.” “Did you ever think that maybe you wanted to do it? Maybe you enjoyed it. Maybe you wanted to forget about it.” “Why would I want to do that?” asked Hermione. “Look at you, Hermione,” said Cho. “You’re so prim and proper. Maybe you got wild and crazy and don’t want to remember that side of you. You know… the magic wouldn’t have to be so powerful if you wanted to forget.” “I’m prim and proper?” said Hermione. She was thinking of the time she punched Malfoy. Or the times that she’d broken the rules to help her friends. Or dancing with Viktor Krum at the Christmas Ball. Or, the underwear that she was wearing right now. She didn’t want to be prim and proper. She didn’t want to be wild and crazy either, but she hated to be called prim and proper. Abruptly Hermione stood and unzipped her jeans. Pulling them down, she showed Cho the black thong panties. “This is prim and proper?” she demanded, turning around to make sure Cho got the full effect. “Wow,” said Cho, her eyes wide. “Those are hot. Where’d you get those?” Hermione didn’t want to admit now that it was somebody’s idea of a joke. Instead she said, “All of my underwear looks like this.” She skinned her shirt off over her head to reveal the tiny bra with her nipples peeking over the top of the lacy black cups. “This is prim and proper?” she said again. “Wow, girl,” said Cho, her voice suddenly husky. “That does not look prim and proper. That looks like you’re ready to party.” She glanced at the clock on the table. They’d have over an hour before any of the other girls returned to the dormitory. Hermione looked down at herself, suddenly self-conscious. She bent down and picked up her shirt again, using it to cover her tits. But as Cho rose up off the bed, she froze. Thoughts of getting dressed and leaving chased through her head and vanished. “What are you doing?” she asked the pretty Oriental girl as she stood and approached. Cho took the band from her ponytail, shook out her long dark hair, and said, “What do you think I’m doing?” “I… um… um… think … um,” Hermione was speechless as Cho slowly unbuttoned her shirt. A narrow V of skin appeared down the front of Cho’s chest to reveal a white bra. “Um… I think you’re beautiful,” said Hermione. “That didn’t answer the question, precious,” said Cho as she pulled off her shirt and dropped it to the floor. Hermione stared at the full cups of the white bra that was just out of reach. Cho’s breasts were bigger than Hermione’s soft swells. “I think you’re going to make me … do things,” said Hermione. “Oh, no, precious,” said Cho. She reached back and unclasped her bra, letting her full tits free to the eager eyes of her partner. Then she started to unzip her jeans. “I think we’re going to find out some things about each other and ourselves,” she said as she slid the jeans down her legs and stepped out of them. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slid them down. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.” Her voice was soft, sensual, and suggestive. Hermione reached back to unhook her bra, but Cho stopped her. “Not yet, precious,” she said. “You look so sexy that way. I want you to stay like that.” Cho stepped closer, put her arms around Hermione, and kissed the trembling girl. “Yeah,” said Cho. “Now that’s not prim and proper either.” Cupping Cho’s tits, Hermione kissed Cho deeply. A chill went up her spine at the touch of the other girl’s lips and the soft caress on her nearly naked ass. Then Cho stepped away again. Hermione reached for her, but Cho said, “Let’s find out just what feels good and what doesn’t. Maybe you’ll find out something about yourself that you didn’t know.” Cho lay face down on the bed. “Tie me, precious,” said Cho. “Tie my feet down there and my arms up high. We’ll do me first and then you.” Hermione picked up her wand, discarded with her jeans and said, “Restrainio.” She watched as the ropes wrapped around the lovely girl’s ankles and wrists, securing her to the bed. “Now spank me,” said Cho. “Put red stripes all over my ass. It makes me hot to think about it. Whip me, precious. Show me what it’s like.” Hermione unthreaded the belt from Cho’s jeans and slapped it across the helpless ass. She whipped Cho three times before the girl moaned. “Oh, yeah, do it again. It hurts so good.” Hermione brought the belt down hard across Cho’s round ass, getting a tingle from the sight of Cho’s ass jumping at the impact. “Stop, please,” moaned Cho. “Oh, it hurts.” Hermione stopped. “I’m sorry, I thought you liked it.” “Well, don’t stop,” said Cho. “I just didn’t think I should be sounding like I liked it. Don’t stop until I say… please Hermione no more. OK?” “OK,” said Hermione. It sounded odd, but she was enjoying the moment as much as Cho. She slapped the belt across Cho’s ass again, leaving yet another red stripe. “Aaaah,” screamed Cho. “It hurts, please, don’t.” Hermione started whipping the helpless girl with enthusiasm. As she started to get into the spanking, Cho got even more desperate. “Please, don’t,” she screamed. “Oh, it hurts sooo much. By the ghost of Ravenclaw, please don’t! Aaaaaahhhhh, don’t hurt my poor ass, please, stop.” Hermione shifted to slapping the belt across Cho’s thighs, which brought renewed cries. “Eeeee, please, stop, please, don’t, for the love of Ravenclaw, stop!” As Cho’s cries continued, Hermione was beginning to wonder if the girl would ever cry for mercy. Cho was on fire. The sting of pain sent a tingle through her whole body. The mere thought of it had made her excited, but the act was more than she’d imagined. The fact that the whip was being wielded by the lovely Hermione Granger was even better. She could turn her head and watch Hermione stretch up with the belt high and snap it down. Each stretch made Hermione’s nipples pop up, clearly visible and hard with excitement. The gleam in Hermione’s eyes was an unmistakable sign of her lust. Finally Cho gasped out, “Please, Hermione, no more.” The whipping stopped, though the tortured girl sobbed into her pillow for several more seconds. The burn slowly subsided. She jumped as Hermione’s gentle hand touched her sore ass. “Oh, fuck yeah, precious,” she said, “touch me there. Kiss it and make it better.” Hermione touched her lips to the hot skin of Cho’s ass and thighs, listening to the other girl purr in contentment at the kind treatment. It had been very thrilling to whip Cho, but it was even better to be nice. When Hermione untied Cho, the Oriental girl stood and said, “Your turn, precious. Get your panties and bra off now and lay down.” Hermione wasn’t too sure that she wanted to do this, but she had just watched Cho learn the enjoyment of pain. Trembling, she lay down on the bed and heard Cho said, “Restrainio.” Ropes wrapped themselves around her wrists and ankles and she found herself helpless to resist. Looking down at the stretched figure of Hermione, Cho could hardly believe she had the slim, beautiful girl right where she wanted her. She bent down and whispered, “Now remember, you’re going to get it until you say, please, Cho, no more. Understand?” “Yes,” said Hermione quietly. Snap! The belt whipped across her exposed ass. “I asked if you understand, precious,” said Cho sternly. “Yes!” yelped Hermione. “I still couldn’t hear you,” said Cho, whipping her viciously. “Yes, oh, my God, yes!” screamed Hermione. “That’s better,” said Cho. “Now, tell me who you’ve been putting out for, precious.” Snap! “I don’t know!” screamed Hermione. “Tell me!” Snap! “I don’t know!” “Did you enjoy it?” Snap! “I don’t know!” “Do you want more of it?” Snap! “No! No, eeeeee, aaaa, please stop.” “You slut, you want cock, don’t you?” Snap! “No, no, no, ahhhhh, please.” “You like being tied and fucked.” Snap! Snap! Snap! “Eeeeee, aaaaa, no, please,” wailed Hermione. She pulled at the restraints, but couldn’t get free. The sting on her helpless ass was incredible and she thought of going to class tomorrow with red stripes. This time she’d know how they got there. “You don’t want cock?” Snap! “No, please.” “You want pussy?” Snap! “No, ahhhhh, please stop,” begged Hermione. “You don’t want my pussy?” Snap! “Oh, God, please stop,” she squealed. “Tell me, do you want my pussy?” Snap! “No, no” Snap! “Eeeeeee.” Snap! “Yessss.” Snap! “Eeeee, yes, please.” Snap! “Aaaaahhh.” Hermione couldn’t believe that a spanking could feel good. She couldn’t believe that being naked, tied, and helpless could feel so wonderful. She couldn’t believe the strength of the tingle that filled her entire body. “Please, Cho, no more,” she panted. No more whipping, she thought. Make love to me, make the tingle explode, please. She felt the soft caress of Cho’s hands on her reddened ass and felt soft kisses. Cho’s hand probed between her thighs, caressing her damp pussy and making the tingle grow. “You liked that, precious,” said Cho. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement of fact and Hermione knew it was true. “So, maybe you did enjoy it when your unknown lover boy whipped your sweet ass.” Hermione blushed with shame. Maybe she had. But, had she wanted to forget it? She didn’t want to forget it this time. “Restrainio,” said Cho. Hermione felt slack in the ropes as they untied from their position. Then, the ropes pulled her onto her back, controlling her like she was a puppet. The ropes tighten again, but this time she her pussy was available. Her chest heaved from the exertion of the spanking. Her small tits rose and fell, practically begging Cho to… She watched with unrestrained excitement as Cho bent to lick her nipples. She saw Cho’s pearly white teeth grasp a nipple and bite. “Aaaahhh,” she cried out in exquisite pain. More, please, more, her mind cried out. Helpless, she watched as Cho pulled that nipple higher and higher. She arched her back to rise up with that nipple, but reached her limit and still Cho pulled on it. “Aaaahhh, oh, God,” she moaned as the pain made her dizzy with desire. Panting, Hermione watched as Cho released her and moved to the other nipple. Bite it, she begged. Cho licked her lips and paused over the sensitive nipple. “Bite it,” said Hermione aloud this time. Cho smiled and bared her teeth. She bit into Hermione’s tender nipple and pulled… up, up, up, until Hermione gasped in pain again. “Tell me now, precious,” said Cho. “Are you hot? Does it tingle right here?” She tickled Hermione’s pussy with a finger. “Yes, yes,” said Hermione. “It tingles everywhere.” “Deep inside?” “Yes.” “Where only a cock can reach?” “Yes.” “Tied, spanked, teased, and now you’re ready to beg for a cock?” asked Cho. “Yes,” said Hermione. “Fuck me. Find a cock and fuck me.” “No cocks here, precious. This will have to do. Lindia Loverlace,” said Cho with a flick of her wand. She rolled out six inches of forked tongue and licked at Hermione’s nipples. “Want this?” “Yes, oh, God, yes,” panted Hermione. “Fuck me with your tongue.” “Lindium Lovelace,” said Cho, waving her wand at Hermione to perform the spell properly. She bent over the helpless girl and kissed her, shoving that long tongue in Hermione’s mouth. The Gryffindor girl felt the tongue slide down her throat, raping her mouth like a cock. Cho licked the inside of Hermione’s mouth and pulled her tongue free. “Does my precious like a cock in her mouth, too?” “Uh huh,” said Hermione. “All the way.” Her eyes fluttered with the rush of the moment. “What a slut,” said Cho. She snaked her way down to Hermione’s cunt and licked between the girl’s slit. Then, she sank her long tongue up inside Hermione’s love tunnel, hardening it like a cock as she did. Cho’s head bobbed up and down, thrusting the tongue in and out and making Hermione’s breath come in ragged gasps. When Cho’s tongue wrapped itself around her clit like a constrictor, Hermione thought she’d died and gone to heaven. “Mmmmmm,” she purred. “Squeeze it, lick it, make me cum.” With her strong tongue, Cho squeezed tightly and pulled. Just like she’d done with Hermione’s nipples, she pulled… up, up, and up. Hermione thrust her hips into the air as high as she could and Cho still pulled. The helpless girl saw her clit extended, stretched higher. “Aaaaaaahhhhh,” she screamed in pain and pleasure. “Fuuuuuuccckkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeee,” squealed Hermione as she came. Hermione collapsed back on the bed as Cho returned her tongue to normal. “You like that, precious?” “Yes, Cho, that was wonderful.” Hermione was still tied as Cho said, “Lindia Loverlace,” and pointed her wand at Hermione’s mouth. She looked at the long tongue that flicked out of Hermione’s mouth. Then, she settled herself down over Hermione’s face and felt the hard, thick tongue slide up inside her. On top and still in control, Cho set up a leisurely pace sliding up and down Hermione’s eager tongue. “Fuck me, precious,” she cooed as she looked down at the helpless, beautiful face. As much fun as it had been to be tied and spanked, she found it much more pleasurable to be the one in control. Hermione had screamed so perfectly as her ass was warmed. She’d cum so hard in pain. Now, the look of the girl stretched out on the bed, tonguing her cunt deeply was driving Cho crazy. Cho was hot and it took all her control to keep from rushing her orgasm. She let it build slowly, relishing the feel of Hermione’s tongue deep inside her. At first it looked like Hermione was enjoying herself as much as Cho. Then the helpless 16-year-old started to tire. But, the tongue was like a gag. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t retract her tongue. She couldn’t stop fucking Cho. And Cho was in no hurry. When Hermione’s eyes started to beg for what only Hermione knew, Cho started to pick up the pace. “Fuck me, precious,” moaned again. “Stick that tongue up my cunt and let me ride it.” Using her fingers on her clit, Cho increased the pace even faster. She was humping up and down on Hermione’s face, her hand a blur between her pussy lips. As the wave of pleasure swept over her, she thought to herself that Gryffindor girls were made to be used. The thought drove her over the edge. Cho got dressed, leaving Hermione stretched out on the bed. “Let’s see what we learned today, precious,” said Cho. “We learned that you love to be spanked. We learned that you love pain. We learned that you love cock. We learned that you love pussy. Oh, yeah, we learned so much about you. I’m betting that some guy has made you so fucking happy. He spanked you. He fucked you. He gave you what you need. Your only problem is that he made you forget. If I were you, I’d stop trying to catch him and hope he comes back for more.” Hermione blushed as Cho ticked off the things she loved. She couldn’t deny the other girl’s logic. She had enjoyed everything that Cho had offered. Had she really enjoyed herself at the hands of her rapist? How could she ever know?” “Just one last thing, precious,” said Cho. “Do you want to forget what just happened?” “No,” said Hermione. “This I want to remember.” “That’s good,” said Cho. “Because I don’t know any memory spells.” She bent down and untied Hermione’s hands and feet. “Now get dressed and go troll for that guy of yours.” |