A Debt Repaid
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Harry Potter › FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
82,201
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Day Three: The Quiddich Pitch
Anna barely spoke to Hermione for most of the next day. Hermione kept trying to get Anna to talk to her, but each time she did, Anna simply raised one eyebrow and turned away. Hermione was glad that she was getting a break from her duties as Anna’s slave, but her feelings were hurt all the same. She was both pleased and apprehensive when Anna slipped her a note at the end of the last class of the day and hurried off. As she opened the note, her apprehension grew.
“Meet me on the Quiddich pitch at seven.”
--A.
Hermione had trouble focusing on her homework that evening. After reading the same sentence for the fourth time, she gave up and simply sat brooding in the Gryffindor common room, staring blankly into the fire. Anna did not appear in the common room that evening, nor did she go to the Great Hall for supper. Hermione could not eat much, but she forced herself to eat half a sandwich and a few sips of pumpkin juice. After the meal, Hermione ran up to the tower for her cloak. It was October and getting quite chilly in the evenings.
Making her way down the path towards the Quiddich pitch, Hermione started getting really nervous when she saw a bonfire lit in the in the center of the field, with a group of a dozen or so people sitting around it. At the edge of the field, she stopped and looked around, finally spotting Anna on the far side of the fire. Anna was sitting next to a seventh-year Slitherin Hermione had seen a couple of times around Hogwarts. A pang of jealousy shot through Hermione as Anna laughed at something the Slitherin said and ran her hand through his hair. At that moment, Anna looked over and saw Hermione hovering uncertainly at the edge of the pitch, half-hidden in the shadows.
Anna stood and strode quickly over to Hermione. “What time is it?” she demanded.
Hermione glanced at her watch. “S-seven-oh-five…” she whispered.
“You’re late,” said Anna, “and you must be punished.” Anna grabbed Hermione’s arm and jerked her towards the circle of people, her fingers digging into Hermione’s arm. “Take off your cloak and spread it on the ground,” she ordered. Hermione complied, shivering as the cold air touched her skin.
“On your knees.”
Hermione immediately dropped to her knees. Anna pushed her shoulders until she was on her hands and knees. The people from the fire began to drift closer. Hermione recognized a couple of the students, but she couldn’t name any of them. The smell of alcohol drifted over her and she realized that most of them were already drunk.
Hermione felt Anna lift her skirt up over her hips. Obeying her mistress, Hermione wore nothing underneath. Anna ran one hand over her slave’s bare buttock before giving it a sharp slap. Hermione squealed in surprise.
“For making us wait,” murmured Anna, drifting her fingertips across Hermione’s ass, “you will remain in that position as each person here spanks you well. After that, I will give you your orders for tonight.”
Hermione, ever the dutiful servant, remained on her hands and knees for over an hour as each person spanked her bare ass. Her knees ached from the hard ground, her lip was bleeding where she had bitten it to keep from screaming, and her face was wet with tears. Anna had watched each blow, enjoying the sight of the punishment. Finally, the last person finished.
“You may rest on your stomach,” Anna said gently. Hermione collapsed onto the ground, shaking.
Anna left her there to rest for 15 minutes or so while the crowd continued to drink and chatter around the fire. Most of them had shed their clothes by this time. The guys were sporting erections, but were not acting on them. Hermione nervously wondered if they were holding off for her.
After Hermione had recovered some of her strength, Anna beckoned her over to the fire. Hermione rose and moved to stand next to where Anna sat on the ground. Without looking at her, Anna ordered her to strip. Hermione obeyed without hesitation. Seeing that, those present who were still wearing clothes, including Anna, promptly removed them. The crowd began to close in on Hermione, leering at her beautiful naked body.
Hermione looked around nervously. “Mistress,” she whispered, “what did you promise them?”
Anna threw back her head and laughed loudly. “Many things, sweet slave,” she said, “but don’t worry, you’re going to enjoy yourself tonight.”
* * *
Anna wasn’t lying. Hermione enjoyed herself greatly that evening. She was fucked in every way possible, in every position imaginable. She had been pounded in all three holes simultaneously, eaten out four girls she had never met before, and sucked more cocks than she could remember. By the end of the night, her ass, pussy, and mouth were all sore and raw.
Anna bent over Hermione where she lay half-asleep on her cloak beside the dying fire. All the other students, spent and exhausted, had wandered back to the castle. “How do you feel?” Anna asked softly.
“Very tired, mistress,” said Hermione, “but not unhappy.” She smiled up at her mistress, who grinned back broadly.
* * *
Laying in bed that night, with Anna’s head pillowed on her bare breasts, Hermione thought back over the events of that evening. It had been, without a doubt, the most amazing sexual experience of her life. She had never thought herself the type to attend an orgy, but that’s what it had been. Everyone had been open to everything possible, boys with boys, boys with girls, girls with girls. Each one made sure to fuck Hermione at some point. Her favorite moment had been when she was licking the pussy of a sixth-year Slytherin girl she had always admired. The girl was tall, with thick dark hair and olive skin. Her pussy was waxed, and Hermione really enjoyed the soft feeling of the skin. She had a piercing on her clit hood, which Hermione had never seen before. It really turned her on to see that, and she was now considering one for herself.
Hermione smiled. She could really get into this slave stuff.
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Author's Note: If you noticed, I changed Anna's House from Ravenclaw to Gryffindor. I wanted Hermione and Anna to be able to share a bed and have some private moments and it made it much easier for them to be in the same House.
“Meet me on the Quiddich pitch at seven.”
--A.
Hermione had trouble focusing on her homework that evening. After reading the same sentence for the fourth time, she gave up and simply sat brooding in the Gryffindor common room, staring blankly into the fire. Anna did not appear in the common room that evening, nor did she go to the Great Hall for supper. Hermione could not eat much, but she forced herself to eat half a sandwich and a few sips of pumpkin juice. After the meal, Hermione ran up to the tower for her cloak. It was October and getting quite chilly in the evenings.
Making her way down the path towards the Quiddich pitch, Hermione started getting really nervous when she saw a bonfire lit in the in the center of the field, with a group of a dozen or so people sitting around it. At the edge of the field, she stopped and looked around, finally spotting Anna on the far side of the fire. Anna was sitting next to a seventh-year Slitherin Hermione had seen a couple of times around Hogwarts. A pang of jealousy shot through Hermione as Anna laughed at something the Slitherin said and ran her hand through his hair. At that moment, Anna looked over and saw Hermione hovering uncertainly at the edge of the pitch, half-hidden in the shadows.
Anna stood and strode quickly over to Hermione. “What time is it?” she demanded.
Hermione glanced at her watch. “S-seven-oh-five…” she whispered.
“You’re late,” said Anna, “and you must be punished.” Anna grabbed Hermione’s arm and jerked her towards the circle of people, her fingers digging into Hermione’s arm. “Take off your cloak and spread it on the ground,” she ordered. Hermione complied, shivering as the cold air touched her skin.
“On your knees.”
Hermione immediately dropped to her knees. Anna pushed her shoulders until she was on her hands and knees. The people from the fire began to drift closer. Hermione recognized a couple of the students, but she couldn’t name any of them. The smell of alcohol drifted over her and she realized that most of them were already drunk.
Hermione felt Anna lift her skirt up over her hips. Obeying her mistress, Hermione wore nothing underneath. Anna ran one hand over her slave’s bare buttock before giving it a sharp slap. Hermione squealed in surprise.
“For making us wait,” murmured Anna, drifting her fingertips across Hermione’s ass, “you will remain in that position as each person here spanks you well. After that, I will give you your orders for tonight.”
Hermione, ever the dutiful servant, remained on her hands and knees for over an hour as each person spanked her bare ass. Her knees ached from the hard ground, her lip was bleeding where she had bitten it to keep from screaming, and her face was wet with tears. Anna had watched each blow, enjoying the sight of the punishment. Finally, the last person finished.
“You may rest on your stomach,” Anna said gently. Hermione collapsed onto the ground, shaking.
Anna left her there to rest for 15 minutes or so while the crowd continued to drink and chatter around the fire. Most of them had shed their clothes by this time. The guys were sporting erections, but were not acting on them. Hermione nervously wondered if they were holding off for her.
After Hermione had recovered some of her strength, Anna beckoned her over to the fire. Hermione rose and moved to stand next to where Anna sat on the ground. Without looking at her, Anna ordered her to strip. Hermione obeyed without hesitation. Seeing that, those present who were still wearing clothes, including Anna, promptly removed them. The crowd began to close in on Hermione, leering at her beautiful naked body.
Hermione looked around nervously. “Mistress,” she whispered, “what did you promise them?”
Anna threw back her head and laughed loudly. “Many things, sweet slave,” she said, “but don’t worry, you’re going to enjoy yourself tonight.”
* * *
Anna wasn’t lying. Hermione enjoyed herself greatly that evening. She was fucked in every way possible, in every position imaginable. She had been pounded in all three holes simultaneously, eaten out four girls she had never met before, and sucked more cocks than she could remember. By the end of the night, her ass, pussy, and mouth were all sore and raw.
Anna bent over Hermione where she lay half-asleep on her cloak beside the dying fire. All the other students, spent and exhausted, had wandered back to the castle. “How do you feel?” Anna asked softly.
“Very tired, mistress,” said Hermione, “but not unhappy.” She smiled up at her mistress, who grinned back broadly.
* * *
Laying in bed that night, with Anna’s head pillowed on her bare breasts, Hermione thought back over the events of that evening. It had been, without a doubt, the most amazing sexual experience of her life. She had never thought herself the type to attend an orgy, but that’s what it had been. Everyone had been open to everything possible, boys with boys, boys with girls, girls with girls. Each one made sure to fuck Hermione at some point. Her favorite moment had been when she was licking the pussy of a sixth-year Slytherin girl she had always admired. The girl was tall, with thick dark hair and olive skin. Her pussy was waxed, and Hermione really enjoyed the soft feeling of the skin. She had a piercing on her clit hood, which Hermione had never seen before. It really turned her on to see that, and she was now considering one for herself.
Hermione smiled. She could really get into this slave stuff.
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Author's Note: If you noticed, I changed Anna's House from Ravenclaw to Gryffindor. I wanted Hermione and Anna to be able to share a bed and have some private moments and it made it much easier for them to be in the same House.