Author's Note: 'Hermione and the Fairy Briedel' got a number of favourable comments and even spawned a prequel. I thus decided I wanted to write a sequel. I'd planned (and still do) 'Hermione and the Elven Princess' which involved, among other things, our lovely and now very kinky witch being trained as a pony girl. However, I was sidetracked by comments about Harry and Ginny's relationship which made me want to explore this little back-story. Hermione had to feature, of course; there's no point in having a constantly horny and extremely submissive character if you don't use her to her full potential. There had to be magic too.

After that, things just went a bit crazy.

Before I discovered this site, I was a straightforward bondage guy but some of your stories have opened my horizons and sparked my imagination. This submission is, thus, a bit of an experiment.

I'm interested to hear feedback particularly on the more unusual sex scenes.

For those that haven't read Hermione and the Fairy Briedel, this story starts after that scene at the end of the last HP book where the now adult wizards and witches (Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Ron etc.) are on platform nine and three-quarters sending their own children off to Hogwarts.

If you're not familiar with Harry Potter you might just struggle to get this but please don't let me put you off.


'Well that went...' Harry stopped speaking as he turned and saw the expression on Ginny's face; he never got as far as the word 'well'.

Well, not just the expression, the green eyes burning and the sparks flashing around her head were a clue. He'd never quite understood how the sweet yet determined girl he'd fallen in love with at Hogwarts could switch to be quite such a monster at the... Well, at whatever caused this.

He'd assumed it was related to the time of the month but no other witch he'd ever met had shown quite such...darkness at that time; not even Hermione when they'd been traveling together, hiding out to avoid the Death Eaters. Yet, he was aware it did seem to happen around the time of the full moon.

'I SAW YOU !' Her voice was accusatory, deeper than usual and seemed to resonate around out of the walls of their cottage. 'THAT GRAINGER GIRL !'

Harry took a step backwards judging his chances to escape as he fumbled for his wand.

'No, Mistress.' He backed up another step as Ginny advanced, fire crackling from her hair. On the mantlepiece a jug shattered.

'WORM !'

'I wasn't looking.' Harry felt terror in the put of his stomach, his hands shaking as he drew his wand and held it in front of him like a talisman.

Ginny disarmed him in an instant. 'Expeliarmus !.' She whispered that.

Harry's hands instinctively went to his groin but they were no defense against Ginny's magic. With a snap of her fingers, she tightened his cock ring and Harry gave a half strangled cry.

'No, Mistress...' He dropped to his knees. 'Please.'

Another snap.

'Uggghhh.'

She waved her wand and Harry knelt naked aside from his cock ring, ball cage and nipple clamps.

'HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK, WORM.'

Harry obeyed and, in an instant, Ginny had used magic to bind his wrists.

'I THINK IT'S TIME WE PUT YOUR COLLAR BACK ON.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Harry watched as Ginny used her wand to lift the steel collar from the mantlepiece, levitating it and wrapping it around Harry's neck where it closed with a familiar click.

'MUCH BETTER.' Ginny smiled, though not pleasantly. 'NOW, SHALL WE FIND OUT IF YOU WERE LOOKING.'

'No, Mistress.'

'WHAT DID YOU SAY, WORM ?'

'Er, please don't, Mistress, there's no need.' Harry continued to gibber. 'I, er, barely notice the length of her skirt or the height of her heels or her stockings or really anything about her.'

Ginny raised her wand and whispered a remberall spell, drawing the thin thread of memory from Harry's head.

'Coor !' Harry heard his own voice. 'Hermione's not wearing a bra...I can see her nipples.'

Ginny's eyes flashed a swampy green.

'Merlin's beard. When she bent over just then...Ron's got her in a chastity belt.'

More fire leapt around Ginny's head and Harry cringed at the thought of what he said next.

'I'd love to put Ginny in one of those.'

Harry screamed as Ginny tightened his nipple clamps.

'I'm sorry, Mistress.' Harry flung himself forward, kissing Ginny's shiny black boots. 'Please, Mistress.'

'LITTLE BOYS WHO THINK MUCKY THOUGHTS NEED TAUGHT A LESSON.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Harry ran his tongue up Ginny's spiked heel. 'I'm sorry, Mistress.'

'OF COURSE YOU ARE.' Ginny reached down and ran a fingernail along his bare back. 'AND I FORGIVE YOU.'

Harry looked up in surprise. 'You do ?'

'OF COURSE. ALL MEN ARE WEAK. YOU CAN'T HELP IT.' Fire crackled. 'NOW GO AND PUT ON YOUR PRETTY PINK OUTFIT AND BRING ME A DRINK.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Harry could barely believe his luck as the bonds fell away from his wrists. 'Thank you, Mistress.' Harry leapt to his feet and fled to the door.

'HARRY !'

He had almost made it but the tone of her voice told him almost was not enough.

Harry turned and looked back at his wife and mistress, bowing his head, taking in his sagging cock and imprisoned balls.

'WHEN YOU COME BACK, BE A DARLING AND BRING YOUR BUTT PLUG...

'Yes, Mistress.'

'...AND MY WHIP.'

Harry looked at her, for a moment defiant.

'I SAID I FORGAVE YOU DARLING. I'M STILL GOING TO PUNISH YOU.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Harry slunk away.

'I trust the meal is to Mistress' satisfaction.' Harry knelt on all fours in his pink rubber maid's outfit. It had a plunging neckline and a very short skirt and was completed by a peephole rubber thong that stretched around Harry's imprisoned tackle, sheer latex stockings and five inch heels. When Harry wore it Ginny usually cuffed his ankles and wrists, linking them by a chain that hung down from his collar.

She also ensured he was able to fill out the dress, using magic to give him breasts. This was something Harry had enjoyed at first, playing with them and teasing his massively enlarged nipples until Ginny had caught him. His punishment had been to endure a double-FF cup for a month with no bra during which she had used him as a pony every day until he had been sure his new breasts were about to detach from his chest. She'd also locked him in a spiked punishment bra each night. Harry knew his breasts were now strictly off-limits though, obviously, Ginny could play with them as often as she chose.

He thus knelt, cuffed and collared, dressed as a pink rubber maid with his magical breasts hanging beneath him, his tackle securely imprisoned, a large butt plug stretching his rear ring and his mistress' feet resting on his back.

Bliss !

Ginny had changed from her casual jeans and blouse into something considerably more sexy. When she was like 'this', the whole green-eyed, hair sparking demonic possession thing, she always became more overtly sexual, switching from easy-going if rather stern mistress to femme-fatal succubus combination donning a string of, to Harry's mind, intensely sexual outfits to go with it which usually included sexy lingerie, sheer stockings, heels and silk gowns that clung to her slim, athletic body. Tonight she wore a deliciously sheer cone bra with matching waspie and deep knickers supporting seamed stockings; the outfit was completed by a pearl choker, a very short black kimono currently hanging open to reveal her lithe, lingerie clad body and patent leather pumps with six inch heels. She carried her whip, of course, and was tapping it idly against Harry's exposed and rather bruised bottom.

'DINNER WAS WONDERFUL, DARLING.' She gave Harry a playful slap of the whip on his bottom.

'Thank you, Mistress.' Harry risked a glance at his lovely sexually charged wife.

'EYES FRONT, DARLING.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Harry stared forward trying not to flinch as the whip struck again.

At the time Harry was enjoying his post-prandial cross-dressing submission, Hermione was preparing to go out on the pull. Ron was at a meeting at the Ministry and wouldn't be home until late so it was either sit at home with some of her magical toys and restraints and wank herself to climax half a dozen times until Ron released her or go out for some hot muggle sex.

She had chosen the latter.

There was a gay bar a few streets from their flat and this was always a source of willing tongue and gaping pussy often spiced up with some kinky foreplay which, if she was lucky, involved a good spanking, varying degrees of bondage, a good amount of foot worship and, if she was really lucky a golden shower afterwards.

Dressing with the briedel piercing her nipples and clit was always a challenge. There was no way to remove it even if she wanted to. However, a peephole rubber bra and split crotch knickers were usually a good start; it needed magic to get them on of course and any use of magic fed the strange animated creature that was the briedel which, in turn stimulated her most intimate regions. Even dressing these days could thus be quite a distraction.

The problem, if that is what it could be called, was that the briedel was designed for use on muggles, designed by elves though usually manufactured by dwarves as a way of controlling muggle slaves, of administering both pleasure and pain though, more usually pleasure: a reward for good service. The enchanted device fed on magic, transmitting it to the wearer, stimulating the intimate parts it pierced and more besides. Attached to a witch, as Hermione now knew, it had a constant source of supernatural nutrition and thus, provided constant sexual stimulation which increased every time Hermione cast a spell.

Hermione had thus found herself in a state of constant sexual arousal for the last eleven years since she had discovered the device in the back of George's shop and, through a series of sexually charged magical misadventures involving a mischevious fairy wound up with the device fastening itself irrevocably to her.

Of course one of the side effects of being constantly sexually charged was that her briedel had turned her into something of a slut (she preferred the term 'nymphomaniac') and, when she'd realised her suppressed love for bondage it had quickly turned her into a very submissive and surprisingly kinky slut with a penchant for rubber and leather...and girls !

Hermione thus decided on the purple rubber underwear this evening and, with a pop, apparated into into it, enjoying the familiar tingle the magic and the tight rubber garments created within her.

At thirty five, Hermione was proud of her body, one to which the muggle term 'yummy mummy' did not in any way do justice and, posing in the tight rubber lingerie took a moment to admire herself in the bedroom mirror, pushing her breasts out and smiling at her reflection. Her smile broadened as she used magic to do her make up; heavy eyeliner, blusher and glossy purple lipstick to match her kinky lingerie. Satisfied with her look, she pulled on a shiny purple PVC coat and thigh boots which sported a five inch heel then finished her outfit with a leather collar bearing the word 'slut' just in case anyone didn't get the message. Then, slipping a pair of handcuffs and a ball gag into her coat pocket she apparated into the alley beside the club.

Ron knew immediately where Hermione had gone when he apparated into the flat a little after midnight. It was, after all, Tuesday. He smiled to himself. The elf lap dancer at the club had given him her fluemail contact and he was hoping for a night of interesting race relations.

He'd always had a thing about pointy ears.

Using his wand her created a magical fire in the grate, set it to private burning and called her up. Her thin face with its strong eyebrows, slightly slanting eyes and hollow cheeks below sculpted cheekbones appeared in the flame, her little rosebud mouth curling into a smile as she recognised him.

'Well, hello, Wizard Boy.' She arched one of those intriguing eyebrows, her eyes flashing seductively.

'You remember me.'

'Of course.' She smiled, turning her head slightly and sweeping back her long dark hair to allow him a view of her pointed ear that he had spent much of the evening caressing. 'I never forget a wand.'

Ron felt himself blush slightly but he knew the redness of the fire would conceal it in his image. The elf was extremely pert: taut body, lean muscles, small neat breasts; much like Hermione really; and those ears ! Not only that but she'd had a kind of pony-girl vibe: leather body harness that was strategically placed to ensure nothing of interest was concealed and a leather headband; and toe boots. Despite the boots, or perhaps because of them, she'd moved with a kind of equine grace, like a young foal, sleek and lovely. Ron was beginning to remember his childhood fantasies about elvish pony girls.

She'd spent quite a bit of time in his lap, that firm bottom pressed against his crotch, his cock stiffened even thinking about it. It wasn't that Hermione didn't satisfy him, it was just that, well, she was a promiscuous slut and was probably out there enjoying lesbian sex with some filthy muggle.

Hermione hadn't quite got to the sex stage yet though some of the dancing in the club wasn't far short of it. She liked dancing, proper dancing, by which she meant writhing to house and club anthems, preferable pressing herself against another girl doing much the same thing, rather than the formal stately elegance of wizards' grand balls. Ron obviously didn't like dancing so, going out to dance was something she invariably did on her own.

Which was fine because of what she generally did afterwards.

As always, the club was hot, the music loud and the dance floor crowded with pretty young muggles strutting their stuff and trying to hook up with each other. Hermione was probably one of the oldest women there which, if she was honest, made her rather uncomfortable. However, while there was a constant supply of pussy she was more than capable of shrugging off the occasional comment from some pert young hussy and, in fact, on one notable occasion had glammered a particularly abusive slut, used her as a sex slave for the weekend before leaving her naked and chained to the door handle of a police car with the girl's stash of weed hanging in two little bags from clips attached to her nipples and a pot of E tabs shoved firmly inside her tight arse.

That was, Hermione felt, fair retribution for her comments.

She'd heard no such comments tonight, however, and was just pressing herself rather seductively against a pretty blonde wearing some very tight denim shorts and a yellow bikini top when someone dangled a pair of nipple clamps in her face.

'Megan.' Hermione turned, glancing at the newcomer. 'I wondered what I'd done with those.'

Hermione was more interested in the blonde that Megan tonight and turned purposefully back to her dancing partner but Megan was not going to give up that easily and pulled the witch's face round, planting a kiss very firmly on the her lips.

'You left them on my nipples, Mistress.' Megan had to shout to be heard over the music. 'I kept them on for a couple of days incase you came back to take them off but you didn't so I brought them here.'

Hermione shrugged, looking back towards the blonde but the girl had already gone.

She frowned at Megan. The girl was pretty with straight brown hair and soft brown eyes; she was also desperately submissive; and, though she was a little shorter than Hermione had huge breasts which she begged the witch had bind on a number of occasions. She was dressed tonight in a tight white blouse with a plunging neck line that made good use of her assets, a tight black miniskirt, stockings and patent leather shoes with five inch heels; the message on her collar said 'here to serve' incase anyone hadn't got the message.

'Sorry about that.' Megan looked towards the lithe blonde who had apparently already drawn the attention of a brunette in a short white PVC dress and matching knee boots and was flaunting herself for all she was worth giving Hermione and Megan a seductive view of her tight bottom wiggling.

Megan clearly wasn't sorry but she was still holding Hermione's nipple clamps hopefully.

'Want to play ?'

'Actually, I'm feeling submissive myself tonight.' Hermione took the clamps and slipped them into the pocket of her PVC coat.

'I can do dominant.' Megan slipped a finger into Hermione's coat and hooked it around the briedel pulling the witch towards her.

Not for the first time, Hermione wished there was another witch here who could make use of her briedel. A wizard would do too but somehow, recently, she'd tended to go with girls; she could get cock anytime from Ron at home.

'Megan, you're the most submissive person I know. You wouldn't last five minutes in the dominant role.' However, she didn't make any attempted to resist as Megan drew her across the crowded dance floor.

'Maybe we could go and ask Claudia.'

Claudia was a classic six foot blonde dominatrix with blonde hair and blue eyes and, before Hermione could stop her, Megan was rubbing her large breasts against the woman arm and begging that the two of them be taken to one of the club's playrooms and treated like the naughty little girls they were.

'I seem to recall I told you to be doing something last time we met.' Claudia had an east European accent.

'I did, Mistress.' Megan peeled apart her blouse to reveal her large breasts displayed for all in a lacy and heavily underwired quarter cup bra; her dark nipples were pierced with large gold hoops. 'I'm a good girl.'

'So I see.' Claudia stroked the surprisingly firm flesh of Megan's breasts, then slipped a finger through one of the rings, pulling on it gently. Megan responded by pressing herself even closer to the blonde, her stockinged thigh lifting and rubbing against the side of the dominatrix's boot, her mouth open expectantly, hovering only a few inches from the other woman's jaw clearly hoping for a chance to brush her lips against the dominatrix's.

Claudia released the girl's nipple turned towards Hermione, seemingly oblivious to the young submissive's attentions. She regarded Hermione cooly, appraising her with her fierce blue eyes and raising an eyebrow when she noticed the witch's nipples poking through her rubber bra and pierced by the rings of the briedel. Hermione watched her follow the chain down her belly to where it disappeared between her legs.

'Bitch ?' A slight smile crossed the blonde's face and she reached out to touch the briedel. Hermione gasped and the dominatrix smiled back at her.

Hermione realised what the blonde had said.

She too was a witch.

'This could be fun.' The dominatrix smiled and, clipping a leash to Megan's collar, and hooking her fingers into Hermione's briedel lead the pair towards what Hermione hoped was going to be a very interesting night of submissive ecstasy

'Wizard Boy.' The elf smiled. She was still wearing the harness and, much to Ron's delight, the boots: ankle high, black leather, eight inch heels at least, spikes that went beyond the description stiletto.

He was standing in her bedroom, candle-lit, a low bed strewn with silken cushions mostly in golds and reds, the floor bare earth, hard, compacted, plants grew out of the floor and clung to the walls, some stretching across the ceiling. There was a bow too and a quiver of arrows with goosefeather fletchings, ropes and a leather bag, a bridle hung from a treetrunk that looked suspiciously like a bedpost; a cage in the corner that was large enough for a human.

He smelt rain on dry earth, leaf litter, the crisp chill of winter.

'I'm Robin.' The elf girl strode towards him, her hips swaying slightly.

Like most elves she was petite, probably a little under five feet but in the boots she came up to his chin. To his human mind, her size made her seem vulnerable but her movements and her manner radiated utter confidence and he knew she was probably far stronger than him.

'Er, hello.' His cock stiffened immediately and he saw her strange dark eyes dart to it immediately. The forest folk were hunters, possessing heightened senses, perceptive of every detail.

'I'm glad to see you brought your wand.' She stood very close to him and reached up to stroke the side of his cheek, running her fingers down to his jaw, a smile playing across her small mouth spreading to reveal her sharp teeth with the long canines of a hunter. While he had spent half the evening fondling her ears, she'd been fascinated by his face; elven men didn't have facial hair and Ron had a few days stubble.

Her touch was gentle, her fingers cool, delicious.

He looked into her dark eyes, the irises slightly oval almost black; her pupils a diamond of complete darkness.

'You do know what elf girls like ?' She sounded coy, teasing, mocking.

Ron felt his throat go dry.

She tilted her head to the side, her smile fading, a look of disappointment replacing it.

'Rough !' Ron couldn't believe how much he wanted her. The word came out as a whisper and sounded almost animal like in his throat, sounded like 'ruff'. 'Elf girls like it rough.'

'Good boy.' Her arms slipped up around the back of his neck and she pressed her body against his, deliciously cool and so firm, then her lips brushed his, gently at first and then more firmly.

Ron's pulse raced, his heart hammering in his chest as Robin's tongue sought access to his mouth. Like the rest of her it was cool. Ron had learned somewhere that the body temperature of elves was two degrees below that of humans. It was one of the things that made sex between the races difficult, human men sometimes found it difficult to maintain an erection inside an elf girl. Ron was confident it wasn't going to be a problem.

He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, enjoying the coolness of her body, and its firmness, the tone f her muscles solid; with the pale alabaster skin it made her like a marble statue come to life. He let his hands slip to her buttocks, stroking them gently.

Then suddenly he howled with pain.

The elf had just sunk her teeth into his lips.

'What the fuck did you do that for ?' Ron lifted his hand to his mouth, wiping away blood.

'I don't want to be caressed. Save your puny mortal love for one of your kind.' Robin's tone was scathing, her smile gone. He could see the his blood on her lips, red against the paleness of her skin, watched her lick if from her teeth.

The huntress, the predator within her unmasked.

Ron reached for his wand.

'Wand on the table, Wizard Boy.' She was trying to glammer him but he resisted.

He stood, uncertain for a moment, his bleeding lip throbbing.

To put his wand down would be suicide.

'Well, mortal do you want me or not ?' She watched him from a crouch. An elf huntress ready to pounce.

Beautiful and deadly.

She was stronger than him and she could do magic without a wand, albeit in a limited manner in the mortal realm. Without his wand he was helpless, at her mercy.

Terrifying and alluring.

Ron put his wand on the table.

Turned to face her.

And hit her as hard as he could.

Pain lanced though his hand like a firebolt and he knew he'd broken something, quite possibly several somethings.

Robin lay sprawled on the floor, her eyes wide, her strange diamond shaped pupils huge.

He leapt on her, rolling her over and taking up a length of rope that lay on the floor. He usually used magic to bind Hermione but he could do the knots by hand too even with one of them broken.

He was sure she let him tie her, let him pull her wrists behind her back and cinch them tightly together.

'If you don't think you can match me, you'd better make sure those ropes are tight, Wizard Boy.' There was an edge to her voice now, excitement, arousal.

He did.

Very tight.

Then he bound her elbows together and laced the rope around her shoulders drawing them back.

'Good boy.' She struggled against her bonds and the rope creaked but held.

Elven rope, virtually unbreakable and the knots never slipped.

Ron moved to Robin's ankles, crossing them, binding them and then pulling them into a loose hogtie before standing back and watching her squirm, enjoying the way she strained at her bonds, the bunch of her muscles, the arc of her body.

Finally she stopped, stilled, captured, subdued for the moment.

'I hope you know how to treat a girl.' She was still defiant even like this but beneath her words there was more, a need, a hunger.

Ron picked up his wand.

'Do it properly, mortal.' She hissed.

If you say so.

Ron put his wand back on the table and reached down, taking a fistful of her long silky dark hair and using it to drag her to the bed.

She fought him all the way, thrashing and screaming at him.

He guessed oral sex was probably out of the question, not without a very good ring gag.

Rolling her onto her back he pinned her down with his weight, spreading her legs with his knee, forcing his way to her sex. His fist was still in her hair and he used it to yank her head back, sinking his teeth into her neck wondering if he might be able to draw her blood.

She bucked and squirmed, still screaming, hissing, spitting at him like an animal.

Merlin's beard, he wanted her. He could barely think of anything else, anything but the desire to fuck her, use her.

Sheer animal lust.

He fumbled with his robes, cursing and then with the buttons of his jeans.

And somehow managed to keep her under him.

Then his cock was free and a moment later, he felt it slip inside her, the coolness of her body engulfing him but in no way quenching the heat of his desire.

Thinking back later, he knew she must have let him, even bound she could probably have fought him off or at least made it very difficult for him but, as he entered her, her movements changed and she cried out; she was no longer struggling wildly but moving with a purpose.

His climax was quick, brutally satisfying, his hot seed searing in the coolness of her body; but she was there long before him, her captive body arching as she screamed with lust, slipping in to Elven in the turmoil of her passion.

.'You are a lucky girl.' Claudia stroked hermione's briedel sending all kinds of tremors through the helpless witch's body.

Hermione glanced across at Megan, anxious at the thought the might in some way understand what was being said, gain some insight into the magical world that ran in parallel to her own, but the large breasted submissive was hooded; her head laced into a smooth blue leather hood, her glossy dark hair hanging behind her, heavy pads strapped across her eyes and her lips stretched around matching ball gag that had instantly made her drool. The girl was now naked save her stockings, having stripped instantly when commanded by the dominatrix; her wrists were cuffed above her head, arms spread wide by a bar that dangled from a strategically placed ring set in the ceiling of this room known colloquially to the club membership as 'the sex dungeon'. The position displayed Megan's large breasts beautifully and, Hermione noted with a degree of envy that, even without the little bra, they stood out proud and firm.

'Is it really that good ?' Claudia looked at Hermione clearly noticing that the witch's nipples had stiffened and her chest flushed since she had begun caressing the briedel.

'Better.' Hermione's voice was husky with arousal. 'You can't imagine.' She gave Claudia a meaningful look.

'Oh, I have a pretty good imagination when it comes to pleasure.' Claudia reached into her boot and drew a short wand of rough hawthorn. 'And if I use my wand ?'

Hermione flinched, she was happy being dominated by strange muggles, she could almost always rely on magic to escape at some point if things went badly wrong but it was a while since she'd been picked up by a strange witch.

Like Megan, Hermione was cuffed with her wrists fastened to a spreader bar above her head. Reaching the wand tucked in her own boot would be difficult.

Claudia clearly noticed her new acquisition's response. 'Is there any particular spell I should use ?'

'Any magic will make it respond.'

'That must be interesting.' A smile played across Claudia's lips. 'Brings a whole new concept to mixing pleasure and pain.' She stroked her wand down Hermione's briedel and the chains clicked softly.

Hermione bit her lip trying not to cum.

'Fascinating.' Claudia smiled. 'Arco.' The witch flicked her wrist and a spark jumped from the tip of her wand to Hermione's briedel.

Hermione screamed in pain and climaxed simultaneously.

'Fuck !' Hermione managed to exclaim a few moments later when she had recovered, leaning forward in her bonds, her face flushed and her nipples throbbing. She glared at Claudia. 'That hurt.'

'I bet it did.' Claudia touched Hermione's right nipple with her wand. 'But you also came like a harpy.'

It took quite a bit to make Hermione blush these days but the witch's comment made her cheeks glow; perhaps it was the thought that she was with another witch; perhaps she did behave differently with muggles.

Hermione had always thought of herself as good at avoiding prejudice.

'Mmmmgggghhh ?' Megan must have heard Hermione's cry of pain and then her expletive and could possibly have heard what the two witches had been saying.

'Should we...?' Hermione mouthed to the dominatrix, nodding towards Megan.

'Don't worry.' Claudia smiled somewhat cruelly. 'I can always do what I usually do.'

Hermione looked at the blonde witch quizzically.

'I'll just extract her memories.' Claudia waved her wand in Megan's direction.

'You do that every time ?' Hermione was shocked and perhaps still guilty at her thoughts of a moment ago. She hardly considered Megan a friend but the thought that Claudia could do virtually anything she wanted to the girl and then erase it afterwards upset her.

'When I need to.' Claudia smiled and leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially. 'But don't worry, I usually leave the really sexy stuff.'

'Mmmgghh !' Megan began to pull at her bonds, her breasts swinging wildly though Hermione couldn't tell if it was because nobody responded or because she had heard what the witches were saying.

'Silence.' Claudia turned towards Megan and raised her wand. 'Arco.'

The spark jumped to the ring piercing Megan's right nipple and the helpless girl cried out into her gag. Unlike Hermione's the girl had nothing to cushion the pain, no counterbalance of pleasure, and Hermione watched as the helpless girl panted around her gag, willing the pain to fade and causing saliva to run down her chin.

Claudia turned back to Hermione. 'Don't worry, she enjoys this sort of thing.' The witch traced her wand down Megan's breast touching the tip to one of her nipple rings. 'Would Slave like Mistress to give her a reward for being such a good girl ?' Claudia spoke loudly.

Megan nodded.

'See.' Claudia looked back to Hermione then turned back to Megan lifting her wand. 'Vibro.' She waved the wand across Megan's breasts and the piercing rings began to move, buzzing and glowing slightly in the dim light. Megan gave a gasp around her gag and her breathing quickened.

'I've done it with nipple clamps and with the piercings it must be almost like having a fairy briedel.'

Claudia began to circle her helpless hooded captive; Megan was shifting slightly now in her bonds, her hips moving, legs sliding closer together, stockinged thighs brushing against each other.

'Arco.' Claudia sting Megan hard on the bottom. 'Arco.' She hit her on the left breast and Megan cried out.

Hermione stiffened.

'Relax.' Claudia spoke casually. 'She won't remember and I can't believe you've never used magic to spice up an encounter.'

Hermione saw Megan's head turn towards Claudia's voice.

'Oh, very well then.' Claudia waved her wand. 'Stupify.'

Megan's body went stiff and then she slumped in her bonds.

'You didn't have to do that.' Hermione was feeling distinctly uncomfortable. She might have toyed with this muggle...girl...she reminded herself, but she had used conventional means to tease her...mostly.

The cat-tongue spell was something she usually used on herself and it was a surefire way to win a girl over.

She'd certainly not used her magic so overtly.

And she'd only extracted someone's memory once.

'If she didn't like it, she wouldn't keep coming back.' Claudia traced her wand over the unconscious girl's body.

'I just don't think you should keep using magic and wipe her memory.' Hermione tried to square up to the dominatrix which, given her peephole rubber lingerie, thigh boots and the fact that her were wrists cuffed and she couldn't reach her wand was perhaps a little presumptuous.

'Perhaps I'll do yours too.' Claudia held the tip of her wand to Hermione's temple. 'You might wake up a whole different witch.'

Hermione's eyes widened.

'Accio wand.' Hermione's wand leapt from her boot but Claudia caught it long before it reached Harmione's hand.

'I've always thought trust was an important part of the sub-dom relationship.' Claudia smiled cruelly. 'I'm sure that by the end of the evening you'll be trusting me totally.'

Hermione felt herself turn pale.

They lay together, both breathing hard, Ron's cock still inside the bound elf huntress but rapidly shrinking in the coldness of her body as their lust cooled.

'Good boy.' She kissed him on the mouth with surprising gentleness, the coolness of her lips making it like a first kiss all over again. In the sensitivity of his post coital state, Ron winced, his lips sore, suddenly aware properly for the first time of the strange chillness of her touch. It was so alien that he almost recoiled.

Almost.

Then he saw the look in her face, the hunger, the desire still burning fiercely in her strange dark eyes and he realised this had only been the beginning, a teasing foreplay preparing them both for the night that was to come. Hermione sometimes used the muggle expression 'having a tiger by the tail'. He had something far more fierce.

He withdrew from her, kneeling then standing, watching her arch in her bonds, a seductive movement, her eyes fixed on his.

'There's a tawse in the bag over there.' Her eyes showed him, flicking towards a leather satchel hanging from the wooden tripod. 'I take it you know how to use one.'

That challenge again.

'Over.' He bent and turned her on to her belly, wincing as he used his right hand, then heaved her up so she so she crouched on her knees presenting her bottom to him, the rope from her wrists to her ankles running through the cleft of her buttocks. Like everywhere else the skin of her bottom was taut and smooth and white.

He wondered if she would bruise.

The tawse was about a foot long, a thick, stiff flap of leather and he beat her hard, slapping it down again and again.

She didn't bruise, well, not much anyway, but she felt the pain, crying out as the whipping progressed, howling, the fingers of her bound hands stretching reflexively to cover her unprotected bottom. She didn't move though, didn't roll away and she didn't beg.

He stopped when his arm was tired wondering what he should do next but then he saw her face, her strange pupils huge but the look of satisfaction was unmistakable.

He'd seen a similar expression on Hermione's face when she'd endured a punishment they hadn't been sure she could take.

'Thank you, My Lord.' She was almost hoarse from her cries.

'Show me how grateful you are.'

She smiled, baring her white teeth.

'Yes, My Lord.' She lifted her body, kneeling up, shoulders back her small breasts thrust out but the bondage.

Her movements were utterly submissive.

At least he hoped they were as she leant towards his stiff cock.

Weirdly, he wasn't entirely sure he'd enjoyed the beating as much as she had. He didn't really like hurting people though, in his job for the ministry he had to do it sometimes. He quite enjoyed humiliating Hermione but then that was because the enjoyed that sort of thing. He didn't mind spanking her but had to force himself to do anything more even if she begged him.

There were more ways then physical violence to dominate.

Robin's lips were cool in his shaft as was her tongue.

He feared he might flag but the sight of her lovely body in its harness, helpless in the bondage he had applied kept him stiff and when she licked his tip he knew there was no danger that she would let him soften.

Her touch was exquisite, unbelievably stimulating. Even so, when she took him into her mouth, feeling her cool tongue stroke the underside of his cock and her lips close around his shaft he couldn't stop himself flinching and he thought he felt rather than saw her smile. She teased him beautifully and he almost wished he was bound himself so that he could not allow himself to interfere, not give himself the relief he desperately desired, enjoy this until she allowed him to climax. He wondered how long she might be able to keep him like this.

He forced himself to endure, his hands occasionally stroking her silken hair though not permitting himself to touch his ears.

When she finally made him cum he was shaking so much with anticipation that he almost collapsed as he fired his load into her throat and had to hold onto the strange tree-come-bedpost to steady himself.

He watched her swallow as if it burned her.

Then she knelt back and looked up at him with a smile of complete satisfaction.

'I trust My Lord was satisfied.'

'Yes.' Ron had to whisper; for a moment he had no strength left. 'Where did you...?'

'I am an elven huntress, My Lord.' She smiled again baring her teeth again. 'I am over five hundred hears old. I have skills you can barely dream of.'

'Yes.' Ron's strength was returning and he recalled his relationship with Cormorana. He'd been worried at the time she was nearly twenty years older than him.

'Nnngggffff.' Hermione grunted into her gag as Claudia tightened her bondage again. She'd experienced bondage this strict before but not for a while. The ropes holding her creaked and bit more deeply into her flesh.

Hermione was sat on the floor of the dungeon, naked now; her legs folded into what was almost a full lotus position and bound at the ankle, calf and thigh; her hands pulled up her back in an intense reverse prayer tie that engulfed her fingers, wrists, elbows and upper arms in a tangle of rope that was almost dislocating her shoulders. To add to her discomfort she wore a heavy leather head harness that held a huge rubber ball in her mouth and leather pads over her eyes; there was a length of rope tied to the top of this harness that pulled her head down towards her feet putting intense strain on her neck and curling her back to a point where she could barely breathe.

'Don't make such a fuss.' Claudia stroked Hermione's hair with the tip of her wand. 'I know your nearly as submissive as your muggle friend here.'

'Barbus.'

Hermione didn't recognise the spell but her briedel tingled and she heard Megan cry out.

'Coilus intensus.'

The ropes around Hermione's body creaked again, especially the rope harness she was wearing that constricted her small breasts and had with each tightening forced its way deeper into her pussy.

He was going to be very sore in the morning.

It didn't stop her wanting to cum now though.

Despite her bondage, she rocked as much as she was able, her pussy rubbing on the hard floor and the rope burying itself deep inside her.

'You're enjoying that way too much.' Claudia used her foot to push Hermione over on to her back.

Utterly helpless, Hermoine fell rolling partly on to her left side.

'You're very wet.' Claudia pushed the tip of her boot into Hermione's tortured pussy.

'Uuuggghh.'

'You know those breasts would be a lot more fun if they were bigger.'

'Nnngggg.' Hermione couldn't shake her head but she tried.

'Coilus reductum.'

Hermione's head snapped back as the rope holding it to her feet undid itself and she grunted with relief as her spine as allowed to straighten.

The relief was only short-lived.

'Mammus expandus.'

Hermoine felt a pulling in her chest.

'Nnnngggnn.'

'Moltos.'

'Nnnghh.'

'Moltos.'

It felt like her breasts were being sliced off and blindfolded she was terrified they might be but as they expanded, the ropes around them creaking, stretching. She could feel them growing, getting heavier on her chest, the skin stretching.

How big was Claudia trying to make them ?

'Moltos expandus.'

Hermione screamed and the ropes around her breasts snapped like the crack of a whip.

The relief was intense.

So was her orgasm.

'Up.'

Hermione had barely recovered when Claudia used magic to pull the helpless witch back to the seated position.

'Uggghh.' Hermione felt like she was carrying two boulders on her chest.

'Magnificent. I do like big breasted girls. I've had the little muggle slut's twice as big as that before. It's remembering what size to take them back to that's the hard bit. I think she was only a D cup when we met. Honestly, the poor thing must wonder why her bras never fit.'

Somewhere nearby Megan whimpered and Claudia hit her with a series of pain spells.

Then the dominatrix returned her attention to Hermione slapping the helpless witch's breasts with a force that made her nearly fall over; only the tightness of the briedel stretched between her enormous nipples stopped them from slapping together like some kinky executive desk toy.

'But I think you'd struggle to find a bra that would fit those at the moment.'

'Mmmmpphhh.' Hermione struggled but the swing of her breasts started to make her wobble and she was forced to stop.

'Perfect for whipping.'

'Nnnggghhh.'

'So red and shiny. I bet they're really sensitive.' Claudia poked them with the tip of her wand.

There was a pause and then...

Slap.

Something struck Hermione across the breasts.

'Kugggghh !' Hermione couldn't believe how sensitive her breasts were.

Slap.

'Shdooobbb id.' The pain brought tears to her eyes behind the blindfold and she struggled so much she fell backwards, her breasts almost driving the breath from her body.

'Poor little Hermione.'

Hermione lay gasping for breath struggling to roll over under the weight on her chest.

'Here, let me help you. Accio briedel.'

This time the briedel took Hermione with it, pulling her back to a sitting position by her nipples.

The pain was intense but Hermione was just relieved to be able to breathe again.

'Want another whipping ?'

'Nnnggh.' Hermione shook her head. 'Bleashhh...'

'Then let's try something else.'

Hermione mewled into her gag.

'They're not for my nipples, My Lord.' Robin had made the transformation from cornered beast thought obedient sex slave to playful partner. She was still bound, lying on her side in the low bed, the coolness of her body still a pleasure making every contact like the first, stimulating Ron to explore the elf's body and its responses further.

He'd found a set of clamps under the pillow and was using them the tease her nipples.

The elf giggled and Ron frowned.

'Then...' He was confused for a moment.

'Which part of me have you been playing with all night ?' She turned her head.

'Your ears ?' Ron was amazed. Amazed at how responsive she was when he touched her ears, amazed that the concept of clamping them existed.

'You mean you want me to...?'

'I'm not sure I want you to but I'm hardly in a position to resist.' She smiled. 'I warn you, I find having my ears clamped very stimulating.'

Ron wondered for a moment...

'Of course, My Lord could put them on my nipples but it wouldn't be nearly as much fun.' She was clearly teasing him. 'If you really want to do both, there is another pair of clamps somewhere.'

Ron kissed her and brushed back the long curtain of dark, silken hair that hung over her left ear then ran the jaws of the little brass clamp up the gentle curve to the point.

Robin gasped softly and he couldn't help thinking how Hermione did the same when he bound her and played with her nipples.

'Er...do they go on the pointy bit ?' He felt himself blushing.

'As high as you can.'

He pulled her close to him and kissed the tip of her ear producing a little sigh of pleasure. Then he closed the tiny sprung clamp on the tip of her ear.

Robin's response was immediate and unmistakable, a soft intake of breath and then another sigh.

Just like Hermione when he clamped her nipples.

He repeated the process with her right ear.

She was different now, the playfulness fading, eclipsed by need, sexual need. She pushed herself against him and Ron kissed her neck, his mouth moving down her body to her small breasts. He caressed her nipple with his tongue.

'Really, My Lord.' Her voice was breathy. 'I think I'm a bit past that stage now.'

Ron looked up, confused. 'Oh ?' Then he realised what she was saying. 'The, um, ears...thing... Are the other bits of you are still... I mean will they...?'

'Just like a mortal, My lord.' She frowned at him. 'Though it pains me to say it, an elf maid's petals are of the same flower as a mortal's.' Her frown turned to a smile. 'Though I think you will find my responses more...heightened.'

From a rather sheltered background, Ron had blossomed sexually over the last ten years or so and, as a result, he had seen quite a few pussies. However, as he bent towards Robins he had to admit, hers was one of the most beautiful he had encountered; completely smooth, the skin, like the rest of her, alabaster, perfect. It was wet too, her juices like raindrops beading on a marble statue.

Despite his two climaxes, he felt the urge to plunge his tongue into her but something made him wanted to savour this, to taste her.

Gently he lapped at one of the droplets.

'Oh.' Robin she cried out, her hips bucking wildly, her head thrashing from side to side where she lay. She tasted different to a woman, a human woman, at least; spring, the dew at dawn, the cool freshness of the mist. He licked again, more firmly this time, his tongue stroking the cool softness of her labia and heard her moan as she began to writhe under his touch.

'Oh, My Lord.' She pushed her hips towards him as he touched her again. 'Yessss...'

Ron was pretty good with his tongue and, encouraged by her response, began to tease her as she had teased him, playing with the lips of her pussy; enjoying the way she strained in her bonds; when he flicked the swelling of her clitoral hood she cried out again pushing herself towards him, arching, presenting herself.

Cautiously, Ron thrust his tongue inside her, finding her cool, and sweet.

'My Lord !'

If she was human, Ron figured she would be near orgasm. His cock was stiff and he knew he could finish her off with it, knew probably that was what she expected, to be taken roughly as she had wanted to before but he continued to use his tongue, gently, softly, exploring her intimately, savouring her and, in the process driving her wild.

Eventually, she was pulling at her bonds frantically, squirming, writhing, bucking and Ron was forced to hold her still with his hands on her thighs.

'Oh...oh...ohhhhhh.' Robin screamed her pleasure as her body reached climax, overcome once again with animal lust, her cries becoming guttural and, even as she thrashed wildly, Ron continued to pleasure her until there was no more to come.

Finally, she lay there gasping.

'Thank you, My Lord.' He voice was hoarse, a whisper.

Ron crawled up the bed and lay beside her, holding her and was surprised to find she let him, even pressing herself against him, her body still unnaturally cool.

He was almost dozing when she kissed him.

He opened his eyes to find her looking at him intently, the diamond shaped pupils of her exotic eyes huge in the darkness.

'My Lord is very...capable.'

Ron smiled and kissed her feeling his cock stiffen at the contact.

She felt it too.

'My Lord seeks more pleasure ?' She smiled at him, genuinely this time.

'I might.' Ron grinned back.

'Then release me.' She was challenging him and he knew it.

He reached behind her and pulled at the knots on her wrists fumbling as he tried to use his broken hand; but the knots came away easily and, when he freed her, she brought her arms round, rubbing her wrists and stretching, animal-like.

Then she moved in a blur that was too fast for him to see. In an instant her fist was in his hair jerking his head back and her teeth were at his throat.

'Ahhhhh...!' Ron cried out more in surprise than fear though her heart was suddenly hammering in his chest.

'I can smell your fear, mortal.' She sunk her teeth into his throat though not enough to draw blood this time.

'Aghhh !' Ron thrashed but he was no match for her strength and speed, she had him pinned, had him at her mercy.

Her teeth closed around his nipple, biting into the flesh of his chest, drawing blood. Ron screamed, his own fist going into her hair as he flailed trying to roll her over. In his panic the little finger of his broken hand caught the chain of the clamps still attached to her ears and, using all his strength, he managed to roll her over, pinning her for a moment.

Their faces were close and he saw her smile, the flash of teeth, white against the darkness of blood.

'Take me.' She hissed spreading her legs.

Even with her ankles still bound, entering her was easy and in an instant he was inside her, the cool sheath of her vagina seeming to grip him as he thrust into her.

'Ohhhhhhhhh !' Despite her recent climax she seemed to be aroused as intensely and as violently as their first coupling.

He still had his fist in her hair and his finger wrapped around the ear clamps and this gave him some vestige of control.

It also seemed to excite her and she lifted her body, offering it to him.

When he sunk his teeth into her nipple, her nails raked his back.

And then she was back in control, back on top, astride him, her thighs clamping onto his hips, her sex gripping him.

She shook out her hair, running her fingers through the dark cascade and he saw her eyes flash.

She was trying to glammer him !

'Bitch !' Ron struggled but she pinned him down easily.

'Lie still or I will bind you !' She removed the clips from her hears. 'By our Mother, that feels good.' Then she reached back and freed her ankles, the work of only a moment now her hands were free.

He reached towards her trying to grab the harness she was wearing but she knocked his hands away then dropped forward onto all fours pinning his wrists down, her strange eyes looking straight at his, her breath cool on his face, chilling suddenly.

For a moment, Ron thought she might kill him and, frankly, though he'd rather have died in Hermione's arms, this probably wasn't a bad way to go. Then she moved her hips a fraction, just a tiny amount, and his attention was immediately focussed on his cock.

'I told you, mortal. I am an elven huntress. I can do things your mortal brain can barely imagine.'

He might have imagined such a thing but he hadn't known it was possible.

Another tiny movement.

'Oh...!' Ron couldn't stop himself crying out. It was like having every nerve in his cock stimulated at once, the entire skin from his balls to the tip teased in a way that could only have one outcome.

He looked up at her and saw behind the mask of her domination the intensity of her own lust, thinking in that moment how lucky he was to have shared this encounter with her, how wildly and strangely beautiful she was and how, if she asked him, he would come away with her to the fairy realms; perhaps leave Hermione...

She moved again and pleasure suffused him.

'No !' It was too late, Ron came his load inside her.

She was off him in an instant, springing to her feet, the anger in her face palpable.

'Fucking mortals.' She stood over him, beautiful and utterly dominant and it was all he could do not to roll over and grovel at her feet, beg her to keep him as her slave so she could do that to him again and he could try and serve her as she desired.

Then the moment was gone and she was hurling his robes and his wand at him.

Hermione climaxed, shrieking with pleasure into her gag.

She was still blindfolded, still bound, the ropes creaking as she strained, helpless, lost now in a sea of lust where only sensation mattered, pleasure and pain.

'Again.' Claudia's voice was husky, her accent stronger, her body too alive with lust.

'Yes, Mistress.' Megan was panting.

Hermione felt someone's mouth, probably Megan's, close around one of the huge nipples or her newly enlarged breasts. The girl's lips seemed barely to stretch around it and when the mouth suckled, Hermione moaned into her gag with lust. Just like her new and hugely swollen breasts, Hermione's nipples were exquisitely sensitive and intensely responsive.

Claudia took Hermione's other nipple into her mouth. Blindfolded, and with her mind fogged with lust she was finding it hard to know who's mouth was on which part of her body but as she felt hands on her left breast, lifting it she guessed that this must be Claudia as Megan was probably still bound. Claudia also had a tendency to bite and pinch as she teased.

'My turn.' Claudia's mouth came off Hermione's left nipple then the other mouth was drawn away from her right breast and Hermione imagined Claudia kneeling in front of her pulling Megan's mouth to her hers or perhaps to her breasts or even her pussy.

'Good girl.' Claudia was still dominating but having sated her sadistic tastes, for the moment at least, was exploring more direct forms of stimulation.

'Thank you, Mistress.' Megan clearly had a mouthful of something.

A mouth took Hermione's left nipple again, suckling, gasping; Claudia enjoying the attentions of Megan's tongue as she satisfied her fetish for huge breasts by playing with Hermione's.

'Yes !' Claudia was almost gagged by Hermione's nipple. 'Yes.'

'Agggghhh' Hermione screamed as the witch's teeth sunk into the swollen nipple.

It was Claudia's fourth climax.

Hermione had enjoyed two big ones as well as a quite a few little ones courtesy of her briedel.

Poor Megan was still waiting to cum.

'Please, Mistress.' Megan was suddenly pleading. 'I really need to cum.'

'Then perhaps I'll let you.' There was an edge to Claudia's voice. It wasn't going to be that easy.

'Mammus expandus.'

Hermione tensed but though her briedel tingled, nothing happened.

Megan gave a little cry. 'Are they as big as her's, Mistress ?'

'Not that big, but yours will be permanent.'

'Thank you, Mistress.'

'Now, I want you to play with each other.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Coilus reductum.'

Hermione's bonds fell away though she remained gagged and blindfolded. Despite the intense relief, it took a few moments for her brain to realise that she could move; her limbs were so stiff. Then, as she began to try to straighten her arms and unfold her legs, a hand brushed her breast, groped her.

'Is that...' Megan's voice. 'Mistress, they're huge.'

The hands explored further, finding Hermione's nipple, the briedel.

Hermione really didn't want to know how obscenely huge her breasts were and reached out past them, her hands finding flesh, Megan's arm, followed it up to her shoulder. She could feel the collar of the girl's hood, reached up felt the straps holding the girl's blindfold.

For a moment she wondered if perhaps the two of them could free themselves, overcome Claudia, find Hermione's wand and escape. Imagined herself walking into the club with breasts the size of basketballs or perhaps spacehoppers.

Then suddenly she felt Megan's lips against hers, stretching around the ball gag. Hermione was also aware of their breasts touching, Megan's hand pulling hers onto the other girl's breasts, guiding her fingers towards her nipple.

'Please Hermione.' Megan whispered. 'I really need to cum.'

Megan's breasts felt heavy but nothing like she imagined her own to be and, finally, overcome by curiosity she moved her hand her own breasts.

Ron would like that.

She smiled as she thought of Ron and translated this into a desire to give Megan the orgasm she desired, pushing herself forward onto her knees and forcing Megan back. Hermione's hand slipped down to Megan's crotch, her fingers seeking the other girl's sex. She felt the piercing ring there and the soaking lips of her pussy; Megan's thighs were slick with her juices.

'Yes.' Megan's hand joined Hermione's guiding her fingers deeper between her legs.

'Make me cum, please.'

Hermione pushed her fingers deep inside the other girl and Megan slipped her arms around her, still kissing her around the gag.

'Fuck me.' Megan leant back pulling Hermione with her, their bodies pressed together, their huge breasts crushed between them.

'Oh, God !' Megan arched up, her fingers raking Hermione's back. 'Yes, yes, yes...'

Ron appeared in the bedroom of the flat as Hermione emerged from the shower. It was nearly dawn, the lights of the city fading into the morning mist the huge disc of the harvest moon losing its radiance. The witch had a towel wrapped around her hair but was otherwise naked, water beaded on her skin, dripping from the breidel that pierced her nipples and clit.

Ron was naked too. He'd thought it was expedient to leave Robin before she attempted anything else.

Hermione had clearly had a good night too judging by the rope burns and scratches on her back and thighs and the bite marks on her breasts.

'Bloody hell, Ron.' Hermione might have acquired a few souvenirs from her antics but Ron's appearance completely exceeded anything she had to show. 'What have you been doing ? Fucking a Banshee.'

'Elf huntress.' Ron tried to look sheepish but couldn't keep the smugness out of his voice.

'You lucky bastard !' Hermione looked at his lacerated lips and the bite marks on around his nipple; there were several extreme love-bites on his neck too and the nail marks on his back were carved deeply into his flesh; there was his swollen hand too, throbbing painfully now.

'You look as if you've had a good time too.' Ron's eyes lingered on his lovely wife and the marks she had acquired through the night.

He could never have left her.

'Not bad.' Hermione grinned now. 'Lesbian threesome.' She told him matter of factly.

'Muggles ?'

'Oh, Ron, don't say it like that.' She picked up her wand. 'Yes, at least one of them was a muggle.' She smiled to herself.

'Which means one was...a wizard ?' Ron wasn't exactly jealous when Hermione went with men but he felt more comfortable when she satisfied her lesbian desires.

'Witch.' Hermione informed him slightly curtly. 'At least I think she was a witch.'

'You think ?'

'To be honest, it's all a bit hazy.'

'Oh, Hermione.' Ron scolded. 'You're not drinking again.'

'No !' Hermione was affronted. 'Not much...not like...'

'Do you need a good spanking ?'

'Probably but not for drinking too much.' Hermione pouted. 'Now, come here and let me sort out those injuries. You can't go to the Ministry like that.'

'What time do you have to be in ?' Ron accepted Hermione's ministrations.

'Day off.' Hermione held the tip of her wand to Ron's bleeding nipple. 'A real elf huntress ?'

'Yes.' Ron winced as the healing spell drew his torn flesh together.

'You're going to have to tell me all about her.' Hermione moved on to Ron's back, tracing the tip of her wand over the bleeding scratches from Robin's nails.

'I don't have to be in until ten.' Ron tried to keep still as the healing spell tickled his back. 'We could go for breakfast.'

'I'd rather tied me to the bed, fucked me and then fed me on all fours.' Hermione spoke casually but the healing magic was affecting the briedel and, combined with a couple of apparations on the way home she was already feeling horny despite what she mostly remembered as a night of lust.

Ron grinned as he recalled the Hermione he knew at Hogwarts and compered her to the one he was now married to, sitting naked behind him casually discussing their promiscuous sex life.

'Sorted ?' Hermione walked around him.

Ron held up his swollen hand.

'Oh, Ron !' She held his arm and Ron winced as she waved her wand. 'You really did have a good time.'

Ron gave a squeak of pain as she knitted the bones together.

'Thanks.' He wiggled the fingers of his hand. 'Want me to do you ?'

'Maybe later.' Hermione grinned. The thought of more magic pulsing through her briedel was tempting but it would be a lot more fun if she was tied to the bed when it happened, particularly when he tended to the bruises on her breasts.

A few minutes later, Hermione was spreadeagle across the bed, naked and squirming as Ron ran his wand over her helpless body healing the injuries she had sustained during her encounter with Claudia and Megan. All the magic made her briedel tingle delightfully.

'Do you want me to leave your nipples ?' Ron's wand hovered over the bite-marks. He knew Hermione liked it when her nipples were sensitised.

'No.' Hermione lifted her head to look down at her body, enticingly displayed. 'They're really throbbing.'

She didn't remember much in the way of breast and nipple torture but her nipples were really sensitive this morning, so were her breasts.

Ron gently took Hermione's right breast in his hand and waved his wand over it.

'Hermione.' Ron frowned. 'Are your breasts bigger than they used to be.'

'In your dreams Ronald Weasley.' Hermione rolled her eyes. 'I bet you didn't ask your elf huntress if you could make her breasts bigger.'

'Funnily enough it didn't' Ron grinned. 'Though there is a spell in Old Pervse's 'Kinky Magic for the Naughty Wizard and Witch' that George gave me for Christmas.

'So you keep saying.' Hermione replied coolly. 'And I'm not having you try unreliable magic on me, especially not on my breasts.'

As she spoke she thought of Megan and her huge breasts jutting proudly and very firmly from her chest.

'The hot waxing spell was sound.' Ron recalled the pleasure of dripping hot candlewax on Hermione's writhing body on Boxing day.

'Yes, it was.' Hermione smiled though there wasn't much that could go wrong with that one.

'Since we're talking about wax...' Ron stroked Hermione's pussy remembering the smoothness of the elf huntress' body.

'Are we ?' Hermione's tone went down a degree in temperature.

There was a time when Ron might not have noticed but he was considerably more perceptive these days. He bent and pressed his lips to her pussy.

'No, you are perfect.' Ron licked the stubble. 'Just a little bristly.'

'Ronald Weasley !' Hermione strained at her bonds but at that moment Ron ran his wand up her briedel driving a pulse of magic through her body and she climaxed instantly.

'What was that for ?' Hermione gasped. 'I thought you were going to fuck me.'

'I am.' Ron grinned. 'But first I'm going to have a little fun.'

Hermoine was still tied to the bed when the owl arrived from Ginny.

'Saw you at the station.' The message said. 'Thought we should get together for coffee.'

'Didn't know you two were friends.' Ron looked down at her, enjoying the sight of her bound breasts as he adjusted his tie.

'Maybe she's being polite after seeing us at the station yesterday.' Hermione looked up at her cuffed right wrist pulling experimentally at her bonds and wondering where her wand was.

'Maybe.' Ron shrugged.

'Are you going to leave me like this all day ?' Hermione looked at her left wrist.

'If you're going to see Ginny, I suppose I'd better release you. You know Ginny likes to get her own way.' I grinned down at her. 'Though I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I invited her here.'

'I don't know if Ginny is in to that sort of stuff.' Hermione refused to rise to the bait.

'Might be a good way to find out.' Ron grinned. 'George clearly is and dad obviously was judging by the back-issues of 'Pointy Eared and Pert' I found in his workshop when I cleared it out.'

'Why don't you just untie me ?' Hermione's breasts were throbbing and, for once in her life she quite liked the idea of getting out of bondage to spend the day with someone who wasn't as kinky as hell.

'You you like me to dig out the chastity belt ?' Ron wasn't quite done with his teasing yet. 'That might make for interesting conversation.'

'Fuck off, Ron.' Hermione struggled trying very hard to close her legs.

'There was a time when you sued to call me 'Sir'.'

'Fuck off, Sir.' Hermione forced a pleasant smile onto her lips.

'Promise you'll wear the chastity belt for the weekend and I'll let you go.' Ron raised his wand preparing to apparate.

'Alright.' Hermione knew she was beaten.

Ron bent and kissed his wife on the lips then waved his wand, releasing her her wrists and ankles. He left her breasts bound. They really did look bigger.

With a second wave of his wand, Ron apparated.

An hour later, Hermione apparated onto the doorstep of Ginny and Harry's cottage in Godric's Hollow. She'd been a couple of times before and remembered it as a pretty country cottage covered with climbing roses and clematis. This morning, however, it seemed rather gloomy despite the brightness of the September sunlight, almost as if the cottage was under some sort of cloud, or curse.

Without warning, she shivered, an odd sensation passing through her and her briedel tingled. She shrugged. This was a magical community, it was hardly surprising. It was probably the lack of sleep and catching up with her and the thought of having to spend a couple of hours with her sister-in-law.

At least, she thought, I might get to see Harry.

She ran her fingers through her hair and smoothed her blouse.

On reflections, she probably should have worn a bra but her breasts felt uncomfortable this morning and the two bras she had tried on had felt tight. Perhaps it was just fluid retention, the start of... Thinking about it, she should probably have worn knickers too and perhaps flatter shoes.

And less make-up.

But she had been up all night, as far as she remembered and Ginny was a few years younger than her and...

Actually, she probably did look a bit of a tart.

When Ginny opened the door she looked up and forced a smile onto her face.

'Ginny...' She had been going to say what a pleasant surprise it was to get the invite but then she saw Ginny's face and noticed the colour of her eyes and the sparks crackling around her head.

Hermione reached for her wand but Ginny was already holding hers and Hermione took the full force of a stupify spell then knew no more.

Hermione woke to find herself spreadeagle for the second time that morning. Lifting her head she tried to speak and realised she was gagged and when she looked around found she was strapped to a diagonal cross. Looking down again, she wasn't entirely surprised to find herself naked and that, while she'd been unconscious, she'd drooled all over her breasts. They were still aching and, from this angle, with her arms spread, they actually looked quite firm.

Despite the stupify spell or perhaps because of it, her nipples and clit were tingling furiously.

'Hello, Hermione.'

Hermione lifted her head and looked around, recognising Harry's voice, but she couldn't see him.

'Over here.' Harry spoke again and Hermione turned her head following the sound of his voice.

Harry was kneeling on all fours in a cage, naked as far as she could tell except for a collar and cuffs around his wrists and ankles and something strapped to his cock.

'SILENCE.' The voice was vaguely recognisable as Ginny's but it seemed to echo from the walls of the house.

'Yes, Mistress.' Harry lowered his head.

Ginny appeared in front of Hermione.

She'd caught a glimpse of the young witch just before she'd been stupified and had noticed the green eyes and sparks. Ginny's hair, usually red was dark now but with a hint of red, flickering like fire within it; her slim form was clad in a tight black leather dress that wrapped tightly around her body emphaising her breasts and hips, heeled boots and a leather collar decorated with an emerald completed her outfit.

'SO, THE SLUT'S AWAKE.' Ginny drew her wand.

'Ginny, please.' Harry's voice came across the room.

'SILENCE.' Ginny turned, pointed her wand and Harry's hands sprang to his cock.

Ginny turned back to Hermione and smiled evilly.

'JUST US GIRLS.'

Hermione looked at her helplessly.

'So this is the briedel Ron's told me about.' Ginny reached out and touched it with her wand and Hermione gasped, her nipples stiffening and her pussy flooding. Whatever power was possessing Ginny flowed freely into the breidel.

'You really are a slut aren't you.' Ginny ran her wand along Hermione's breidel and the helpless witch almost climaxed.

'Bleasshh.' Hermione gasped around her gag.

'I think it's a little late for contrition.' Ginny looked up at her. 'Arco.'

Hermione arched in pain and climaxed hard, her pussy and nipples throbbing.

'Ginny.' Harry gasped. 'Please don't do that.'

'WHAT ?' Ginny feigned a lack of understanding. 'THIS ?'

She flung another spell at Hermione and the helpless witch spasmed in her bonds, the briedel dancing as power flowed through it.

'Fuggg !' Hermione was panting, her body flooded with a mix of pain and arousal.

'Too much for poor little Hermione ?' Ginny feigned concern.

Hermione nodded.

'Oh, I think you can take a little more.' Ginny cackled evilly. 'Accio briedel.'

Ginny held out her hand drawing the breidel towards her; Hermione's body followed as far as her bonds would allow, stretched by her intimate piercings.

'Asshhgggghhh'

'Ginny !' Harry's voice distracted Ginny enough for her to release the briedel and Hermione hung in her bonds her chest heaving as the Ginny stomped towards Harry who cringed in his cage.

'I told you to be silent, worm.' Ginny waved her wand. 'Any more noise from you and that cock ring will go so tight it will chop your little maggot clean off. Understand ?'

'Yes, Mistress.' Harry's hands were welded to his cock, trying to protect it.

Ginny turned her attention back to Hermione.

'Harry is well trained. Not the promiscuous slut you seem to have become.'

Hermione looked at Ginny shaking her head weakly but the young witch was in no mood to show mercy and hit Hermione with half a dozen more spark spells making her dance in pain on the cross.

'This is something I've been wanting to try for a while.' Ginny's smile was not pleasant. 'Ron told me that you once turned yourself into a cat with a polyjuice potion. I'm sorry I missed it.'

Hermione had a horrible feeling she know where this was going.

'I think I've found a spell that will do the same thing.'

Hermione shook her head. 'Nnngggg.'

'Oh, yes.' Ginny's brow furrowed as she concentrated on the spell, weaving it around her victim.

'Nnnnggggnn.' Hermione shook her head again trying to fight the change but there was nothing she could do. She could feel magic flowing through her, feel her body changing, new sensations, her mouth changing shape, teeth erupting, lengthening, eyes enlarging, her vision lost for a moment and then immeasurably more acute, sounds magnifying as her ears became more sensitive; her skin felt different too and as she looked down she could see fur sprouting over her belly and breasts, her feet turning to paws, claws. She was dimly aware of a tail sprouting from her back.

And as the magic pulsed through her, the briedel reacted filling her newly heightened senses with a lust she could barely understand; overwhelming, animal.

She howled into her gag, the sound like a muffled shriek, a mewl.

Fuck.

Then she came, an orgasm of intense ferocity engulfing her, making her strange new body writhe with almost overwhelming pleasure, her tail thrashing, back arching, whiskers quivering.

At some point Ginny released her and she fell to the floor, landing on all four paws before they crumpled beneath her and she convulsed with pleasure.

When Hermione came to she was lying on her side. She opened her eyes and saw a strange face staring back at her; huge green eyes with slit-like pupils regarded her; the face was an exotic mix of cat and human, furred, with whiskers and sharp teeth, a little button nose in the centre of the face, tufted ears flicked back and forth inquisitively. The face was surprisingly cute and Hermione immediately wondered if this creature had other human characteristics. She'd seen various muggle cartoons and comic books about sexy cat-women and kitten-girls and found the thought rather alluring.

It was when she blinked and the creature did too that she remembered.

Fuck !

She let out a howl, a harsh noise escaping from her unfamiliar vocal cords.

Bringing her hands up to her face, she saw paws with claws and felt a strange compulsion to lick them, wrapping her tongue around them and feeling its roughness on the pink pads of her paws.

A sudden noise brought her up onto her feet, all four of them, and she found it surprisingly easy to balance like this. Looking back at the mirror she could see a body that was mostly human, clearly a female human with large (fur covered) breasts (why did everyone want her breasts to be larger ?), slim hips and a prominent bottom from which a tail protruded, swishing from side to side.

The fur on Hermione's back was orange with some pale white stripes; the fur on her breasts and belly was white. She had a black leather collar with green studs around her neck. Her briedel was still firmly attached.

She sat back, essentially squatting, resting her front paws before her back ones, her back arching and her breasts immediately thrusting forward; then, without thinking she coiled her tail around her.

She heard the footsteps long before the door opened and saw Ginny enter.

Ginny had a dog on a leash and Hermione immediately rose up onto all four paws, arching her back up and lifting her tail.

Not a dog !

Harry ! A victim of the same, well, a very similar transformation spell.

He walked on all fours, leashed by a harness around his shoulders and chest, a muzzle over his snout. His fur was black, turning grey beneath his belly. His cock and balls hung below his body, his balls still caged and the ring still tight around his cock.

When he saw Hermione he pulled forwards, growling, straining at his leash.

Hermione felt her fur stand on end and her claws extend; she hissed back at him.

'Stop it !' Ginny slapped Harry on the buttocks and he howled mournfully but sat down, legs apart in a posture that displayed his captive cock and balls.

Hermione's fur flattened and she resheathed her claws but her tail continued to twitch nervously from side to side.

'I've brought you dinner.' Ginny's voice still resonated off the walls when she spoke and sparks crackled around her hair. Hermione watched as the witch set down a bowl. She could smell fish and prawns and jelly.

Cat food.

She hissed.

'Suit yourself.' Ginny shrugged. 'Come along, Haz. Time for walkies.'

Ginny turned and left, the door clanging shut behind her and the bolt slamming home.

Hermione looked around.

She was in some sort of cellar, slightly damp, there were rats behind the old bookcase and something had died weeks ago in the corner; spiders watched her from webs around the edge of the ceiling. There was a small window and, almost before she knew she was doing it, she sprang onto the washing machine and then the shelf with the old vases and finally onto the top of the bookcase.

The window was grimy with dirt and cobwebs. It was also locked.

If she'd been a real cat and could have got it open, she might have just squeezed through; but it was way too small for a big breasted kitten-girl. It would also make a mess of her fur.

Hermione wrinkled her nose and sprang down the way she had jumped up then sniffed the cat food suspiciously.

It didn't smell that bad and she was hungry. Bowing her head she licked at it with her tongue. Not bad. She took a mouthful in her teeth, chewed, swallowed.

In a few moments she was licking the bowl clean and looking for more.

The rats behind the bookcase had become surprisingly alluring but she couldn't get at them.

If only she had her wand, she could use magic to move the bookcase.

She padded over to it and rubbed her fur against it. The rats were scrabbling around behind it.

Then a shaft of light came through the grubby window and, without thinking, she pounced on it, looking round a moment later to make sure nobody was watching.

She could hear a bird calling outside, a door closed, Ginny's heels clicked on the garden path, Harry's claws skittering beside them.

She sprang up to the window again and saw them going out through the garden gate, Harry, Haz as she had called the dog-Harry, still leashed and muzzled, his caged balls and ringed cock swinging as he walked.

She sprang down again and realised there was dust and cobwebs on her fur.

Sitting down, she began to lick herself clean.

Harry trotted along beside his mistress, his claws clicking on stones. He was relatively used to being turned into a dog, possibly because Ginny often gave him more attention in dog form, taking him for walks, stroking him, throwing sticks for him. It was particularly good when she was in one of her moods. Taking him for a walk seemed to calm her down. and he enjoyed walking beside her on a leash, collared or harnessed, muzzled. At least when they were out like this, she wasn't punishing him in some way and while he might earn a slap for being drawn to some passing bitch on heat, it was better than her using his cock ring to control him.

Besides, as a dog, he felt owned and he rather enjoyed that.

He didn't mind the rubber maid stuff either, in fact he had realised quite soon in their relationship that he liked wearing women's clothes; Ginny had found out too, coming home to find him wearing some of her underwear, a black lacy set that he'd bought her for her birthday but she'd never worn; it had stockings and a waspie with suspenders. They might have talked it through, but she had been in one of her moods, he disliked the word 'period' but he was fairly sure that's what it was, that glowing green eye thing she did, sparks flying off her hair. He knew women got PMT but he hadn't realise it was this bad.

There was no way he could conceal himself when she came home unexpectedly, apparating into their bedroom. She'd looked at him, green eyes glowing and hair sparking then she'd taken out her wand and before he could do anything, she'd tied him up with his dressing gown cord and a couple of belts then, as she'd stood over him (in the process giving him a fabulous view up her skirt), she'd told him how pathetic he was and how disgusted she was to come home and find him dressed in her underwear.

'You're a pervert, Harry.' She'd spoken in that voice that seemed to resonate around the house.

And Harry had laid on the floor feeling more sexually aroused than he'd ever felt.

'I'm sorry, Mistress.' He'd said.

'What did you call me ?' She'd been so angry that the sparks were pouring off her hair.

'Mmm....mistress...Mistress Ginny.'

Then that smile had come onto her face, the one that terrified and excited him.

And then she'd noticed his cock, straining against the skimpy black lace briefs.

'You're pathetic.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Harry had rolled over onto his belly to try to hide his embarrassment and his erection but that had been worse. The pressure on his cock and balls just turned him on even more and when she felt the toe of her boot press against his cheek, he'd come his load over the carpet.

Ginny knew at once what had happened.

'You disgusting boy.' She'd rolled him over and pulled down the briefs, exposing his cock, still drooling cum. 'You clearly can't be trusted to behave yourself.'

She'd grabbed his bound hands and used magic to remove his wedding ring.

'Please, Ginny.' He'd been terrified that she would leave him.

'That's Mistress Ginny to you, WORM.' She'd spat at him.

Then she'd taken the ring and, using magic again, fixed it around his cock.

'That should keep that disgusting thing under control.' She'd tightened it and more cum had dripped from the tip of his cock.

Harry cried out, jerking in his bonds and then watched in horror as a drip had fallen on Ginny's boot.

'Lick that off, now.' Sparks jumped and Ginny's strange green eyes flared.

Harry had obeyed instantly enjoying a rush of pleasure he would not have thought possible this soon after ejaculating.

He could feel his cock straining against the ring and whimpered.

'Shut up you wimp.' She'd hit him with the arco spell and he'd cried out.

'I said silence.'

'I'm sorry, Mistress, it's just...' He'd been going to say 'that being treated like this is making me the horniest I've ever felt' or something similar.

'Shut up.' She'd arcoed him again.

If he hadn't been wearing the cock ring he would have cum his load a second time.

The rest, as they say is history. Two days later and back to her normal self Ginny had come home with the ball cage and collar that she'd bought in Daigon Alley and Harry had become, to all intents and purposes, her gimp.

Being the youngest in her family, Ginny has always been bottom of the pile and now, suddenly she was in control. In truth, she had always worn the trousers in their relationship; it was probably the way Harry had been brought up, Ginny was the mother figure he'd never had, someone to look after him, to keep him safe. He had willingly gone into the cage when she'd bought it for him, perhaps it was because he felt safe in the small space, a reminder of the cupboard he had been kept in as a child, his own personal space.

Paradoxically, despite the cock ring, their sex lives improved too. Ginny's did at least and Harry would probably agree that his had too, though in a different way. Harry had always been and attentive lover and clearly worshipped Ginny and, perhaps as a result of this, he had always been better with his tongue than his cock.

So, when, on that fateful day where Ginny had caught him in her underwear and she had bound and punished him and he had licked his cum off her boot he had 'thanked' her for his treatment with the best cunnilingus she had ever enjoyed. It was, perhaps the thrill of dominating him that had made it feel so good, the pleasure of binding and punishing him and of having him, the great Harry Potter, kneeling between her thighs with his hands bound behind him, dressed in her lingerie and running his tongue diligently over, in and under her pussy; whatever it was, the orgasms she experienced in those few hours were earthmoving.

It was then she resolved to keep him as her slave, knowing it would be hard when her 'mood' as he called it passed.

So when he had finished his tonguing and she had climaxed so much that she could barely stand she stuffed her hastily discarded knickers in his mouth, taped them in place and sent him to make dinner while she enjoyed the warm afterglow of her multiple orgasms.

In the weeks that followed, she did feel sorry for him, especially after she had returned to her usual self. He was so obedient, so diligent, always eager to please. She could take the cock ring off, of course, to reward him and on one occasion did, but that was for her birthday. He clearly enjoyed the submissive role and, perhaps that was enough, but she felt she should reward him when he was a particularly good boy and so she began to indulge his desire for cross dressing.

He'd bought her quite a lot of lingerie in their relationship and, though much of it was very sexy, she'd been reluctant to wear it: 'I'm not an object, Harry !' she'd told him thinking at the time that Hermione would have been proud of her feminism (though, of course she had tried all of it on and sometimes wore it to work when Harry was away).

A pink frilly basque was the first thing she made him wear, cuffing his hands in front of him as he brushed the floor and making him bend over to pick up tiny specks of dust she made appear on the carpet. After that, wearing Ginny's underwear had become the norm for Harry, even when he went out to work.

However, Ginny couldn't help thinking that his lack of breasts didn't do justice to some of the sexier pieces and, one evening as he'd been bending over her wearing a satin overbust corset she'd had enough and, drawing her wand, had given him a nice pair of C cups that were just a little larger than her own and filled to corset beautifully. Slightly to her surprise, Harry had clearly been thrilled and it was as much as she could do to get him back into his normal clothes even after she'd reversed the spell the following morning following a night where she'd had to keep him tightly restrained to stop him playing with his new toys.

After that, seeing Harry with breasts became quite a common occurrence in their little cottage; and, with familiarity, Ginny had been bolder too; C cups became Ds then double-Ds and before long Harry had to have some new bras to support his FF breasts. She still had to keep him restrained most of the time when she did this to him or he would sit for hours playing with them. He liked her to play with them too and even seemed to enjoy it when she bound them and put clamps on his nipples.

Though she made him 'man-up' when he went out to work, his time at home was mostly spent 'feminised'. At least before the children came along. It wasn't surprising then that he started asking to be taken out as a woman. The thought horrified Ginny though she would probably have enjoyed the spectacle of his embarrassment; however, he was Harry Potter and everyone knew him. They also knew that Ginny Potter, nee Weasely, was his wife. Even at twenty two she had paled at the thought of her parents finding out. She did, however, concede to taking him out for 'walkies' at night during which he would be dressed in lingerie, restrained, and sometimes gagged, on a leash to stop him getting into any trouble. This had gone well at first and she had carried the invisibility cloak to cover him if they met anyone.

However, one night, she had forgotten the cloak and suddenly, coming down the road was Mr Bullivant, the wizard from a few doors down, out walking his dog. There wasn't much she could do, Mr Bullivant was quite short-sighted and, fortunately on this occasion, Harry was down on all fours but even the half blind old wizard couldn't miss the fact that Ginny's pet was rather unusual in a pink thong and rubber bustier.

That was what made her think of it.

Drawing her wand she cast an illusion spell and, when Mr Bullivant came up to her he commented on her new dog. Mr Bullivant's mastiff wasn't fooled at all, of course, and the old wizard became rather suspicious as it growled and sniffed round the stranger but, realising what had happened Harry did his best to growl and bark back and the wizard eventually dragged the beast away.

Harry had, naturally, been disappointed when she told him she wouldn't take him out anymore. He enjoyed being walked on a leash as much as he enjoyed cross dressing. It wasn't such a leap then put Harry through another transformation and that was how 'Haz' the retriever had been created.

Ron was surprised when Hermione wasn't home. She usually only went clubbing once a week though she sometimes went to the gym in the evening. If she did go, she usually left a note.

She must have really hit if off with Ginny. He'd always thought Ginny rather dispised Hermione for the time she and Harry had spent on their 'camping trip' trying to find the Hoarcruxes.

Ron shrugged and took a beer from the fridge, opened it and sat down to read some papers he'd brought home from the ministry.

An hour later he looked up and, realsing Hermione still hadn't come home, he did another sweep of the flat.

The invitation from Ginny was on the kitchen table, her hand distinctive and written in that green ink she liked to use. That took him back to the morning, Hermione strapped naked and spreadeagle to the bed and the view from the window of their flat in Vertic Ally. The moon over the city before sunrise. Then he remembered he was a little later than expected having walked home by the light of the beautiful full moon.

'Shit !' Ron spat a mouthful of beer over the kitchen table, grabbed his wand and apparated.

'Ron !' George's cry was a kind of strangled gasp.

'Woonnn' Stephen's was even more strangled, gagged in fact.

Ron blushed and covered his eyes, turning to look away.

'Sorry.'

Ron had caught his brother and, Stephen, his brother's partner inflagrante.

Stephen was down on all fours, leather cuffs on his wrists and a collar around his neck being taken from behind by his lover, George, who was dressed in a black leather body harness which to Ron's dismay reminded him of the one Robin had worn.

'I am kind of busy.' George continued to pump in and out of Stephen's ring.

'Mmmbbbb.' Stephen nodded in agreement. The blonde wizard had clamps on his nipples and a bit gag in his mouth. He also had a saddle on his back.

'It's Ginny.' Ron had encountered some awkward situations in his work for the ministry but this was outside his experience. He knew George was gay and he had met Stephen. He'd just never seen them having sex. However, this was a family emergency. 'Er, Hermione actually.'

'Which one is it Ron ?' George sounded slightly irritated and was obviously near climax.

'Ginny.'

'Uhhu.' George nodded, not really paying attention.

'Hermione.'

'Mmmmm.' George nodded.

'The moon...' Ron blurted out.

'Fuck !' George erupted, pumping hard as he came.

Ron looked away.

'The moon you say.' George was panting after his climax and as his senses returned to normal he began to get the gist of what Ron was saying.

'I think Ginny has has Hermione.'

'Oh.' George frowned pulling out of Stephen. 'We'd better go and see her.'

Ron and George apparated into Godric's Hollow with two soft 'pops'.

The little wizarding hamlet was bathed in moonlight that was so bright there had been no need for lanterns to be lit.

'That one.' George pointed at Harry and Ginny's cottage with his wand.

'Come on.' Ron lead the way, vaulting over the wall to avoid opening the squeaky gate.

With their wands drawn the wizards made their way up across the lawn, avoiding the stones of the garden path to conceal their approach.

Hermione wouldn't be the first person they had rescued from Ginny at the full moon.

Hermione heard them coming, of course. Her ears swiveling, focussing on the sound. She knew there were two of them. Above her Ginny seemed not to have heard, Hermione could hear the click of the witch's heels on the wooden floor of the cottage. She couldn't hear Harry and guessed he might be asleep in his cage.

She bounded up onto the bookcase and peered out.

Ron !

Her heart leapt.

He'd come to rescue her.

Springing down she padded to the door and sat, cat like, expectantly, her tail wrapped around her paws.

Ron was coming to rescue her.

Perhaps she should think of a suitable pose to welcome him. She might be a cat and she was a bit concerned what Ron might think if he found her like this. However, she was a very sexy cat and she did have pointed ears even if they did have tufts of hair.

And she was certain he'd like her lovely tail and her cute button nose.

She stretched out her paws and her tail then rolled over in a pose that displayed the human components of her body beautifully.

I know he'll like my big cat breasts.

She decided this was all getting a bit weird and that sitting might be better, but she really should give her fur the once over before he found her.

She began with her paws and then moved on to her ears.

'Ginny.' Ron banged on the door a little nervously.

Inside a dog barked.

'Silence.' The voice was Ginny's. THAT VOICE.

The dog whined.

'RON ?' Ginny was clearly on the other side of the door.

They heard the bolt go back.

The door creaked open.

'Stupify !' The two brothers attacked together and Ginny staggered back.

A normal witch would have been out cold but, at these times, Ginny wasn't quite normal.

She raised her wand.

'Expeliarmus.' George tried.

But Ginny held onto her wand.

'Stupify.' Ron his his sister again.

The witch's eyes flared green and fire crackled around her.

'Ulp.' Ron felt his knees go weak. He'd done some pretty dangerous work for the Ministry but facing his sister at these times terrified him.

'Bindus Coilum !' George was trying a different tactic and the dog leash Ginny was carrying wrapped itself around her wrist.

'Levitarum.' Ron lifted his sister from the ground tipping her back and spinning her so she floated on her back in the air.

'Coturis Rendus.' George waved his wand and Ginny's dress shimmered before tearing itself into strips of leather.

'Rollatum.' Ron span her.

'Coilatus engulfo.'

The strips of her leather dress wrapped themselves around her body.

'Negatus.'

Ginny dropped to the floor with a thump, her wrists crossed an bound in in front of her and the strips of her leather dress binding her arms to her body and pinning her legs together. One strip covered her eyes and another gagged her.

If she hadn't been his sister (even Ron had certain standards when it came to perversion) he would have notice that the shredded dress exposed her slim, fit body, clad today in an emerald green satin bullet bra and matching knickers; she wore green stockings too.

George relieved her of her wand.

'Phew.' Ron's shoulders sagged with relief.

Then something hit him hard from the side.

Ron sprawled, pinned by a weight above him.

Something growled.

Ron looked up at the slavering jaws of...

'Harry ?'

The dog, Haz, growled.

'Immobilis.' George was firmly in the role of wingman.

Ron pushed the frozen form of Harry as a dog off him, looking at the strange creature with Harry's face (albeit with a long snout and larger ears), a dog's body and tail and vert human (and extremely imprisoned) genitalia.

'Ugghh !' Ron pulled a face. 'Our sister is sick !'

'Where do you think Hermione is ?' George looked around.

'Probably in the cellar.' Ron tore his eyes away from Harry's frozen form. 'That's where the last one was.'

Still holding their wands, the two wizards made their way down the steps.

Curiously, Hermione didn't hear her rescuers coming.

At about the time the magical battle was occurring upstairs, Hermione had suddenly discovered that, as a cat she could lick her own pussy or rather the part of a pussy that mattered.

This coincided with the explosion of magic upstairs and the sudden rush of energy to her briedel.

She had thus spent the last five minutes licking herself to a series of self induced orgasms and was curled up trying to reach another when the door of her prison opened.

She should probably have stopped but, quite frankly, she was enjoying herself and she felt that Ron could wait.

And her rough cat tongue was the perfect tool for doing what she was doing.

She thus finished herself off, purring with pleasure and then, rolling up onto her paws proceeded to show her gratitude for her rescue by rubbing herself against Ron's legs stopping only when Ron reached down somewhat awkwardly to scratch her ears. Then, satisfied of his attention, she sat down, thrust her breasts forward and looked up at him in an adoring way with her huge green eyes.

Her sharp vision didn't miss the bulge in his trousers.

In fact she could smell his arousal.

George's response wasn't quite so marked.

Perhaps if she'd been turned into a Tom...

She really wasn't sure where political correctness stood on that one.

'Hermione...' Ron looked down at her, his eyes roving over her body in a very avaricious way. '...your breasts are huge !'

It was unfortunate that, at that moment she felt a flea on the fur of her right breast and bent down to lick at it. It made it look like she was showing them off.

Of all the things he could have said...

Then she glared at him, angry that he was grinning from ear to ear and, when grinning didn't work, she sprang at him, claws flashing out, knocking him backwards and pinning him down, filled with a desire to break his legs and then give him a chance to run away.

Then George, Ron's ever trusty wingman stupyfied her and she remembered no more.

When the brothers came back up to the sitting room, Harry was crouched over Ginny's helpless form trying to undo the knots in the leather strips with his teeth. The witch struggled and cursed them through her gag as they crept past and Harry growled at them, menacingly. Ron had Hermione's inert and still very catlike form slung over his shoulder. He'd taken a moment to bind her front and back paws together incase she wanted to attack him when she recovered.

He was trying to walk straight but his cock was still rigidly erect and despite willing it to subside he was finding the soft warmth of her furry bottom against his cheek highly stimulating, the rub of her breasts on his back as they swung from side to side wasn't helping either.

George walked beside him, his wand at the ready.

Knowing it was rude for a guest to apparate from inside a host's house they stepped out into the garden and vanished.

Hermione came to lying on her bed. She was still a cat (a very sexy humanoid cat) and she was tied up too. She rolled over, wondering why Ron hadn't reversed Ginny's transformation spell then remembered the look in his eyes as he'd seen her in cat form. She vaguely remembered his comments about her breasts; of all the things he could have commented on: her lovely green eyes, her cute little pussy cat nose, her pointy ears (she knew he had a thing about pointy ears) and then there was her lovely clean and shiny fur. She twitched her tail irritably and lifted her front paws to her mouth planning to chew through her bonds with her sharp cat teeth.

It was at this moment she discovered she was muzzled.

'Wasn't quite sure how you'd be when you woke up.' Ron stood at the door in his jeans and nothing else.

He had that same avaricious look in his eyes as he'd had back at Godric's Hollow and his cock was as rigid as she remembered it had been in Ginny's house.

Oh ! Mr Weasley.

He was clearly flirting. He knew she liked it when he took his top off. He'd been working out since starting at the ministry. Sometimes magic wasn't enough for a field agent. His firm body had been the main cause of her reducing her muggle nights recently and now, with her enhanced cat vision she found herself looking at his sculpted body in minute detail and enjoying what she saw. Even without her cat vision she would have been able to see his cock was drooling so much there was a wet patch on his jeans.

He'd left her tied up and muzzled. That was a very positive sign.

Even without the muzzle she knew conversation would have been rather limited but she had other means of communication. She stretched in her bonds, lifting her paws above her head and showing him her large furry breasts.

Ron's cock twitched inside his jeans.

Ron had definitely come on since he'd been at the ministry.

He walked slowly over to her and sat down beside her, hesitating only a moment before running his hand over her fur.

Her whole body tingled.

Oh ! Yes.

'Hermione...' She rolled over and looked up at him, arching her back, her green eyes wide.

Touch me ! Her body almost screamed at him.

When Hermione rolled over, Ron found his hand caressing her belly enjoying the strange sensation of running his fingers through soft fur.

Hermione purred.

Since the briedel had worked its transformation, Hermione had kept to a strict waxing regimen; something he'd found rather appealing. This was suddenly a whole new experience.

His hand moved up to her breasts, covered like her belly in soft white fur...and huge.

She responded in her usual way when he touched her briedel a pulse of magic being drawn from his body.

Elf huntresses were one thing but catwomen were another level up.

And that collar looked beautiful on her. The stones matched her eyes.

He thought about freeing her, wondering if it might be what she wanted and what it might be like to have those claws rake his back.

He jumped when he felt something touch his shoulder and turned to find her tail curling round him. He took the tip and rubbed it against his cheek enjoying its softness.

'Oh, Hermione...' He wanted to kiss her but wasn't sure how.

He stroked her ears instead, scratching them gently and her purr increased in volume.

Fuck !

He was going to cum in his jeans if he didn't take her now.

She made no attempt to move as he slipped his trousers off and she spread her legs as much as she was able as he lay on top of her, feeling the softness of her body beneath him, that strange sensation of her soft fur tickling his belly and chest; and the fullness of her breasts.

He pussy was soaking and she howled as he slipped inside her, arching her back in a very human response.

As they moved together, her tail caressed his back and she nuzzled her forehead against his shoulder.

They both climaxed quickly, Hermione mewling into her muzzle and Ron shouting as he came inside her.

Then, afterwards, she lay with her head on his lap purring contentedly and he stroked her ears trying to decide if he would ever turn her back into a woman again.