A Debt Repaid

Hermione woke slowly on the last day of her servitude. She, Harry, and Anna had been up till dawn talking. Surprisingly, nothing sexual had happened with the three of them, though each had gotten two goodnight kisses instead of one. They had discussed everything about their new relationship from logistical arrangements to sex to dealing with their schoolmates. In the interest of simplicity, they decided to be straightforward about the matter when asked. Lies would only complicate things. They knew that it would be difficult, but eventually acceptance would come, especially from their friends.

Hermione was slightly saddened at the thought of her last day as Anna’s slave. The past week had been the most amazing of her life. She had learned quite a few things about herself in the past week.

Hermione jumped when the door to her room slammed open. Anna stood in the doorway, dressed from head to toe in black. A tight black mini-dress, thigh-high black boots, lace gloves, spiked wristbands and matching necklace, black eyeliner and red lipstick – she looked every inch the dominatrix she was. “Get your sweet little ass out of bed!” she ordered. Hermione was quick to comply. “I’ve been too easy on you the past couple of days,” Anna continued, “and as this is the last day of your enslavement, I’m going to take advantage of it. Now, on your knees!”

Hermione instantly dropped to her knees, wincing slightly as she hit the hard stone floor. Anna stepped up to her, running her fingers over Hermione’s bare shoulder. She brought forward her right hand, which had been hidden behind her back. In it was a black leather riding crop. Hermione bit back a chuckle at the sight of it. She knew what was coming. She was getting a spanking.

Hermione was wrong. Instead of spanking her, Anna ran the crop gently over Hermione’s body, making her tremble with desire. Anna stood in front of her slave, feet apart and hands on her hips. “Now,” she ordered, “you have five minutes to make me cum without rising from your knees.”

Hermione happily lifted her mistress’s skirt and began licking. She slipped two fingers into Anna’s pussy and pumped them hard as she sucked her clit. Within three minutes, Anna climaxed, panting and wetting Hermione’s face with her copious juices. “Well done, slave,” she gasped, “well done. You may dress. Be in the Great Hall in ten minutes. The three of us are going on a little ‘outing’ today.”

* * *

Hermione appeared exactly ten minutes later in the Great Hall. She wore an outfit she knew instinctively would please both Anna and Harry – a floor-length black denim skirt, a white silk blouse unbuttoned just enough to show a flash of cleavage, and platform boots. Around her neck was the collar and leash she had worn to the party. Now, however, the leash had two handles. She had split it hastily before coming downstairs.

Harry and Anna sat at the empty Gryffindor table with large mugs of coffee in front of them. The Hall was deserted. It was barely dawn, Hermione realized, and most of the students were still asleep. She wondered briefly why Anna had gotten her up so early.

She decided then and there to present the two of them with there gift right then, to get the day off to a good start. As she walked up to the table, Anna and Harry turned and started to stand. Hermione motioned them to stay seated and dropped to her knees before them.

“Hermione,” Harry began, “what –“

“Please,” Hermione whispered before he could continue. He raised his eyebrows, but remained silent. Hermione took a deep breath and began speaking quickly. “This week has been amazing,” she said, “and it became even more so last night.” She turned to Anna and smiled tremulously. “I know today is supposed to be the last day of my enslavement, but I don’t want it to end.” She offered one side of the leather cord to Anna, who took it gently. “Mistress,” Hermione whispered, bowing her head and touching her forehead to the stone floor at Anna’s feet.

Too nervous to look at Anna to see her response, Hermione rushed on, speaking to Harry this time. “Harry, I was so happy with Anna that I never realized that she and I were missing something – you. You make our love complete.” Holding out the other side of the leash to him, Hermione tried to smile as he took it, but her nerves got the better of her. To hide her trembling lips, she bowed before Harry, touching her forehead to the floor before him. “Master,” she said softly.

Hermione sat back on her heels, keeping her eyes on the stone floor. The wait seemed interminable. Finally, she felt both Anna and Harry slip down off the bench to kneel beside her. She dared a glance up. Her two lovers were smiling. Hermione sighed in relief and relaxed. Anna took her hand and kissed it. “I love you, Hermione,” she said.

“I love you, Anna,” she whispered. Turning to Harry, she said, “And I love you, Harry.”

Harry smiled and took her other hand. “I love you, Hermione,” he said. With his other hand, he took Anna’s and smiled at her.

The trio sat on the cold floor together for some time, basking in their love.

* * *

“Where are we going?” Hermione asked, then winced as she felt a sharp slap on her ass.

“Don’t ask questions. You’re blindfolded for a reason.” To Hermione’s shock, it was Harry speaking. He had never before made any hint of wanting a slave, but he seemed to be fitting into the role of Master nicely.

After approximately twenty minutes of walking, Hermione felt Anna and Harry lead her into a building. They led her several steps to one side and she smelled the ash of a fireplace. Beside her, Anna moved and mumbled something, then the trio stepped into the fireplace.

When they arrived at their destination, Hermione’s blindfold was whipped off and she blinked in the sudden, bright light of an unfamiliar shop. The walls were covered in drawings and photographs and several curtained doorways obscured the small rooms lining one side of the entryway. Hermione turned to Harry. “What’s going on?” she asked, “What are we doing here?”

Without a word, he slapped her. Her jaw dropped and she stared at him – Harry, her sweet Harry, had just slapped her! While the action surprised her, her body’s reaction didn’t. She immediately felt her pussy begin to tingle. This new side of Harry excited her.

“Didn’t I tell you not to ask questions?” Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

Hermione bowed her head meekly. “I’m sorry, Master,” she whispered. Harry grinned and put his arm around her. He kissed her cheek to let her know he forgave her.

Anna took Hermione’s arm on the other side and together, she and Harry led the girl to one of the small rooms. The curtains of each had names on them. The one they entered had the name Anthony Capricius embroidered in black on the red and orange velvet curtain. Anna held the curtain aside for Hermione and Harry and the three entered the room. A man lounged on a chair that reminded Hermione of the exam chairs of her parents’ office. He appeared to be asleep.

Chuckling, Anna poked the man in the ribs. “Wha—“ he mumbled, sitting up and looking around, bleary-eyed.

“Tony, Tony,” Anna said chidingly, “sleeping on the job?”

“Just a little nap, luv,” Tony said, swinging his legs over the side of the chair and hopping up. “Who are your friends?”

“This is my girlfriend, Hermione, and my boyfriend, Harry,” she said nonchalantly. Tony raised an eyebrow but said nothing. “We need a piercing,” Anna continued, “let me see your book.” Tony grabbed a binder off the low bookshelf in the corner and tossed it to her. Anna immediately turned to the section filled with female genital piercings. “OK, Hermione,” she said, handing over the book, “pick one.”

“Anything I want?” said Hermione, thrilled and slightly nervous at the idea of this kind of a piercing.

Anna slid her arms around Hermione and whispered in her ear, “This is my gift to you, my love.”

Hermione’s eyes grew teary and she hugged Anna. “Thank you, mistress,” she mumbled. Turning back to the book, she pointed to a couple of pictures. “Which of these will be the best during sex?” she asked Tony.

Tony looked at the ones she had chosen. “This one,” he said, indicating one. “This is a triangle. It goes under the nerves of the clit, so it gets pressure from both sides, instead of just the top.”

“Sounds good!” said Hermione, excited. She immediately slipped off her skirt (of course, she wore no panties), leaving her boots on. She hopped onto the chair and spread her legs unabashedly. Harry and Anna took their places on either side of her, each holding one hand.

Tony set up his equipment quickly and cleaned the area he was about to pierce. “This is one of the more painful piercings,” he warned, “so I want you to try to relax as much as possible. Breathe in deeply.” As she breathed out, Tony slid the needle through her flesh. Hermione jumped and gasped at the shock of pain.

“The worse is over,” said Tony as he slid the jewelry into the new hole, “ok now, all done. Beautiful! Take a look.” He handed her a small mirror. Hermione angled it toward her pussy. She grinned at the sight of the shiny new adornment.

“Unfortunately, you can’t have sex for a few weeks,” said Tony. Hermione’s face fell, then brightened as an idea struck her.

“Well,” she said, looking back and forth between Harry and Anna, “I guess this will give the two of you a chance to get to know each other a bit better, with my help of course!”

* * *

That night, after dinner, Anna and Hermione snuck Harry into their room. Even though Hermione couldn’t enjoy her two lovers physically, she made sure they had plenty of pleasure. She thought she was going to faint with the joy of having Harry’s dick in her mouth and her fingers in Anna’s pussy. Anna had never fucked Harry before, so she was shocked at his great skill. The trio pleasured each other till dawn, when they fell asleep from sheer exhaustion, wrapped in one another’s arms.