My New Mistress

The last week completely changed Draco. Every day he would obediently go
see his new mistress, who would use him and tease his cock without allowing
the release. He got quite used to the swollen balls, they no longer felt as
painful as they did at first, but he couldn't concentrate on anything. Gone
were his usual confidence, charm, and wit, he was much more quiet and jumpy now.

Teachers quite liked the new Draco, having no idea about cause of the change.
He was more obedient, caused fewer problems in classroom, unfortunately he was
also very easily distracted now, so his grades suffered somewhat.

"I told you this evening will be special", said Hermione upon entering the secluded
classroom. "Yes, mistress", he answered almost mindlessly - Draco never spoke to her
more than "Yes, mistress", "Thank you, mistress", "Sorry, mistress" unless asked to.
If his parents found out that the heir of the noble and ancient houses of Black and Malfoy
became a mere sex toy of some filthy Mudblood - both houses would end in one bloody mess
in an instant. But it wasn't fear of what she might do to him that brought this
fanatical obedience, almost like this of his aunt Bellatrix to Voldemort.
She was torturing him every day, and he took it without any protest each time,
not because he was afraid - obeying her every wish because as natural as
obeying his father Lucius or Severus Snape, it just didn't occur to him
any more than he could say no.

"I always wanted to know how it feels from the other side - Landica Sopiomorphis!"
and with a quick wave of her wand threw Draco onto the nearest table, face down.
She walked up to him, her underwear gone somewhere, her clitoris growing bigger and
bigger, and changing shape into something halfway between a cock and oversized clitoris.
"There's only so much magic can do", Hermione shrugged, grabbed Draco's mouth and
tried to thrust her parody of a cock inside... and she fell back on the floor
shouting and almost paralyzed. A smirk went through Draco's mind but he didn't dare
show it on his face - well, she had it coming, playing with erotic magic so much.
It seems every inch of her overgrown clitoris was as sensitive as the original thing,
so getting hundred times as much sensation as she was used to was just too much...

"Torpeo Landica!", she shouted visibly annoyed, took off Draco's underwear, and tried
to put her oversized clitoris inside him. It didn't get anywhere. "That's obviously
her first time with that", thought Draco, somehow pleased at her clumsiness, as if
being her mistress's first sex slave was something to be proud of. But she learned
fast. She took a vial of some sticky liquid out of her pocket and poured it onto Draco's
ass. It was hot and tingling, too hot even, she must have used too much, Draco wasn't
sure if accidentally or on purpose, and didn't dare to ask, especially now.
She rubbed some onto her "cock" and tried again. It got inside, but barely.
She started thrusting, not with natural rhythm like a man used to it would,
but very irregularly, without much idea what she was trying to achieve.
Draco's eyes filled with tears. It was too big... the entire length of his
rectum felt like on fire, his sphincter was bleeding, and yet it felt so
good too... This mixture of pain and pleasure was almost the foundation of
their weird "relationship".

Whatever was it that she used for lubrication now burned him like a tunnel of fire inside
his body, with waves upon waves of pain of her every thrust. A man might have come
already ... but Hermione could go and go forever. A small puddle of blood flew out
of Draco's anus. Hermione wasn't getting any sexual satisfaction out of it, she just
enjoyed hey toy's pain and humiliation, but was slowly getting bored now. She waved
her wand, said a few words Draco couldn't hear, pumped him a few more times... there was
an quick explosion of brightness... his breath stopped... and he fainted.

He woke up lying on the floor, face still in tears, fire still raging inside
his body ... he didn't feel his balls and cock any more... a quick look... oh,
they were still there, it was just so unusual for them to be satisfied... and all week
he wondered if they would ever be, or would she torture him for the rest of him life
without ever letting that happen.

Hermione noticed his confusion and said half-smiling "You wouldn't be of much use
to me if you went completely mad". Her smile grew wider when she heard back his
automatic "Thank you, mistress". So the conditioning was working even when he fully
relieved... she suspected it would, but it was always better to know for sure.

Draco wiped his face of tears with sleeve of his robe and saw the puddle of his
blood and semen in front of him... surely humans cannot have that much of it...
no wonder it hurt so much... At least no more blood was coming out of his ass,
she must have fixed that while he was unconscious. "Clean this up before
anybody finds it, you don't want people to suspect anything, do you?". Almost as
if wishing further humiliation he started slurping and licking it from the floor.

Hermione didn't really get that much sexual satisfaction out of it, but that wasn't
what she was after. She wanted to see his suffering, his humiliation, his total
obedience. She can make herself come much better than any man could, being a smart
girl has some rarely mentioned benefits like knowing a few really delightful spells...
Fresh plans were building up in her mind. Now that she was certain of him, there
was so much more she could do. Oh surely, she had her limits, she was still enough
of a Gryffon that she would never reveal Draco's secret - that would get him killed
most likely, and that was too far for her. But anything short of that... She smiled
as she turned back on her kneeling toy and disappeared in the corridors of Hogwarts.