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  1. Aspid is fat and nikki quit. Do we get new ads?
  2. Chapter 2 - Ana Ana was sitting in the back of the bus by the window. It was a sunny Saturday morning, people were walking and cycling in the city but not with the usual rush of the weekdays. She was squirming in her seat, seemingly nervous about something. Actually she was. Ana was a shy, introverted girl, who managed quite well all by herself, but got a bit tense around strangers. She had some difficulties opening up to others her social awkwardness was partly a result of her bad experiences with people in her life so far. She was only 20 years old, yet she already had her heart broken many times. Even though she had a hard time approaching others, the same was entirely untrue the other way around. Men, and sometimes women were frequently bothering her with more or less sophisticated ice-breakers and pick-up lines, but she learned how to turn them down quickly. She just didn’t want to get emotionally hurt again. However, this morning Ana was nervous because she would have to go and initiate a functional relationship with another. She moved to the city to leave the bad memories at home, and did not have enough money to get her own place. She decided to share a flat with someone, at least until she can get herself a job to support herself. She found this advertisement online - a young university student looking for a flatmate. It was quite cheap, in a quiet part of the city, and everything else also checked out. Ana contacted her by e-mail, and they agreed upon meeting today morning at 10. This is where she was headed, to meet her would be flat mate, a complete stranger who she would have to live with for months, and it really made her nervous. At least the girl - Meg - seemed nice based on the short electronic conversation they made. The bus reached her stop, and she made her way off it, followed by quite a few gazes of the other passengers. She got used to the staring, and at least they didn’t talk to her. Ana quickly checked her phone for the address, and walked the remaining 2 blocks, until she got to the building. It was an old brick apartment house with 4 stories, but the well-groomed flowers near the entrance and by the windows indicated a nice neighborhood. She reached the entrance, and found the intercom, but couldn’t get herself to press the button. What should I say? Just introduce myself? Formally or casually? Or maybe crack a joke? She debated with herself, when the door opened, and an old lady walking a small dog left the building. “Come on in, darling!” she invited, holding the door open for her “This old thing is broken more often than not.” Ana murmured a silent thank you for the lady, and made her way to the apartment house. The flat was on the 4th floor, and the building had a newly build elevator, which was already waiting for her on the ground floor, so she stepped inside, and pressed the button to close the doors. The walls were made of mirrors, and she tried to calm herself by checking her attire and making sure, that she was looking appropriate. Not that she could look otherwise. As mentioned before, Ana was attracting quite a lot of attention, and this was mostly because of her looks. She was quite tall, 6 foot 1, with a voluptuous hourglass figure. Slim waist, wide hips, thick, but still graceful thighs, ending in long, shapely legs. She had only the slightest amount of fat just to make her even more feminine. Her face was equally beautiful, heart shaped with slightly visible freckles. Her big, green eyes, sensual lips and perfect little nose belonged to fairy tales. She had long brown hair that she wore in a braid reaching down to the middle of her back. Of course, none of these could compare to her ridiculous bosom. Her breasts were humongous, massive mountains on her chest. They were twice the size of her head each, and perfect in shape. Their curves and jiggling left no doubt they were real, even with their impossible size. If she dropped her arms beside her body, the side of her melons were still visible even from behind. Her profile visage was equally insane - the massive mammaries stood out over a foot from her ribcage, and their lower curves, despite their perfect shape and custom-made bra support hung down to nearly reach her navel. Her light sundress decorated with floral patterns, made by Ana herself somehow covered most of her endowments, yet still hugged her form, barely showing the little paunch of her belly, reaching to her mid-thighs. However, her ministrations mostly focused around her backside. Her buttocks, like the rest of her body was perfect, big and round, but still taut, it was her favorite part of her body. She spent a full minute fixing her dress around it, wiggling her bum back and forth a bit, until she was satisfied with the result. When she was ready, she pressed the button for the 4th floor. Once there, she found the flat easily as it was directly in front of her. She reached for the doorbell, but hesitated a little. Come on, don’t be such a coward! She scolded herself as she pressed the button. The door opened shortly after, and she saw Meg for the first time and she was stunned by what she saw. Meg was a stunningly beautiful girl, though half a head shorter than herself. She radiated confidence and strength in a way Ana could never imagine herself doing so. She wore a black spaghetti top that emphasized her sizeable breasts, probably fake as she had such a lithe and tight body. A few inches of her stomach was uncovered, and part of a tattoo could be seen on her side. The girl also wore a pair of black baggy trousers, that was a bit strange given the temperature outside. Her punk-goth-emo or whatever it’s called look was complete with her blue and black hair, pierced lips. And for some unexplainable reason, Ana found herself drawn to this strange girl. “Uhmm… Hi… I’m Ana...” she started with an unsure smile, waving her right hand, while the other was meddling with her hair in her confusion. They stood like this for a while, in her confusion, Ana could not read the look on Meg’s face. “I’m Meg. Come in, look around, if you like it, the small room is yours, sorry about the mess, I havetogotosomewherejustlockthedoor,” she jabbered, then quickly squeezed past Ana, accidentally brushing her breasts, and ran down the stairs. Ana stood in the door dumbfounded, then stepped into the apartment, and closed the door behind herself. It took her a few moments to realize what just happened, but once here, she tried to make the best of it. As she looked around, she realized, the flat really was a mess. Meg mustn’t really like chores it would seem, as pizza boxes, dishes and some clothes were lying around in the place. However, the flat itself was really nice. The living room was spacious with a comfy looking couch, a smoking table, and a flat screen TV with an X-Box. The kitchen and dining room was in the same space, only separated by a half-height wall. There were two bedrooms connected to the living room, and Ana could immediately tell which was Meg’s from the unmade bed and clothes lying around. The other one was untouched however, with a nice queen sized bed, a desk, a beanbag chair and a closet with a full-body mirror on the door. All in all, Ana really liked the place, but it would need some serious tidying, which she was really good at, and even liked to do. It gave her nice opportunities to enjoy her secret hobby… Since Ana didn’t know when Meg will be back, and she didn’t want to leave rudely without a word, she started to make herself useful. She picked up the junk lying around, did the dishes, and even collected the scattered clothes and put them in the laundry bin. As Meg was still nowhere to be found, she even vacuumed the place. While doing so, she would have been a strange sight if anyone were watching. She occasionally walked around tip-toed, swayed her butt sometimes, and whenever she bent over, she did it like she was trying to seduce some invisible observer. Even though her impossible bosom was dancing around in her self-made dress, her moves were still somehow focused on her butt. Occasionally she took a little rest, caressing her sexy pouch-belly for a while, then resumed working with a smile. All that cleaning had washed away her worries and made her really comfortable. Comfortable enough, that she started taking glances at the bathroom. Once she was finished, Ana contemplated a little, then with a deep breath, went for the bathroom. She was pleasantly surprised at how clean and hygienic it was, especially after how the rest of the place looked like. It had a nice spacious shower cabin, a washbasin with a mirror and shelves for the myriad of things a girl needs in her bathroom, and a toilet. She stood before the mirror, and examined herself again. She knew, she was a walking beauty-goddess, but somehow that still did not help her fitting in, making real friends, and after all the disappointments, her self-confidence was really hurt. However, that did not mean she could not enjoy herself, more precisely, her body, when she was alone. “O-okay, let’s do this,” she encouraged herself, as she turned around and pointed her magnificent ass towards the mirror. She pulled up the bottom of her dress to reveal the perfectly shaped round bubble-butt, and the obvious lack of panties on them. She watched her superb bottom above her shoulder in the mirror, as she reached back with both hand, and gently, but still firmly separated her perfectly round cheeks. They parted with ease, and she pulled on them until her backdoor was clearly on display. And what a sight it was! Her anus was huge, its ring swollen, and wrinkled, like it was used to extreme dilation, yet it was incredibly elastic, and still tightly closed around a black plastic tube coming out of it, and going up into her pussy. Her womanhood was also large and puffy, as if after a nice and thorough pussy-pumping session, however, Ana never had to alter them that way, they were absolutely natural. Her meaty lips were sealed around the tube tightly, making sure it did not dangle low enough to be visible when her dress was being properly worn. She reached behind and put two finger under the tube, and gave it a firm pull, only to reveal a black shape inside her pussy. Her lips were clinging to it, and as she increased the force, they stretched around the fist-sized plastic orb, until finally, an inch out from her crotch they gave up, and with an audible plop it came free. It was the hand-pump part of an inflatable dildo, and it hung there, the other end still hidden inside her butt. “Now the fun part,” she muttered to herself, as she started to push with her anal-muscles. “Grrrrll!” she growled as her anus began to stretch around something massive emerging from her depths, the meaty lips stretching thinner and thinner, pushing out from the base of her ass like a small volcano. Her anus dilated an inch wide, then two, but still, the massive plastic inflatable did not break free. She gritted her teeth and suppressed a moan of both struggling and pleasure, and with great effort gave it a final push. Her hole distended unbelievably, probably 3 inches wide or more. Her meaty anus was stretched thin around the invader, and then, suddenly, the dildo’s end freed itself from her depths, and darted towards the floor. However, she quickly grabbed the outer end with her hand, and held it in place. “Not... so fast…” she scolded her toy in her hazy thoughts, calming down from a small orgasm the sudden exit caused. Legs still slightly shaking, she turned sideways to the mirror, and pulled up her dress to reveal her sexy potbelly too. Her profile view was really something! Shapely, long legs, with thick thighs, ending in a big, round bubble-butt pierced with a 3 inch thick black inflatable dildo. However, the curve of her surprisingly firm and tight belly was a bit odd, or at least would be, if someone were to watch. It looked like she had eaten too much, however, the bulge was more firm, had a more solid shape to it. The mystery was solved quite quickly, however. Ana started to caress her belly, while her other hand was still holding back the humongous anal intruder. Her face showed nothing but pleasure and lust as she watched herself in the mirror. Then, very slowly, she started to let the thick inflatable out of her stretched bottom, and her belly visibly twitched. The black giant was slowly snaking its way out of her hole, millimeter by millimeter, inch by inch, and the bulge of her belly was shrinking with a similar pace. Ana’s left hand found the end of the toy still buried deep inside, and was tracing it as it exited her agonizingly slowly, yet incredibly pleasurably. Her right hand controlled the pace of the process by gripping the outer end of the inflatable toy, and when she gripped it harder to slow it down, she felt the air rush into the still buried parts, increasing the pressure and along with it her pleasure. She stood there in front of the mirror with her ass pushed out back, to counterbalance her massive bosom. She watched in awe as the thick black inflatable dildo was slowly emerging from her tightly stretched anus, she felt the other end shift inside her. The experience was so overwhelming, that she was orgasming the whole time, not even remembering when it started. As the black monster emerged, it became apparent, that is was some kind of special device. In fact, Ana obtained it from a shady website specializing in exotic sex toys. She had to save up for it, but as it turned out, it was worth every penny. Its length was divided into 2 inch-segments, and band-like parts separated them. As it slowly emerged from her rectum, it stretched to the max again and again when the inflated parts came. Eventually the bulge in her belly subsided, and with an audible “plop” the whole oversized toy became free, leaving behind a twitching, gaping, swollen, still orgasming anus. Ana leaned on the sink to get back her composure, her heavy mountains seemed like swelling with each deep breath, until she rode out the aftershock of her long orgasm. Then she turned around, and spread her glorious backside again, to survey the damage. Even thou her asshole was stretched obscenely, it was quickly returning to “normal”, a huge, meaty ring of muscle. She flexed her sphincter a few times, until it was able to close once again. Turning back to the mirror, she admired the view of her figure without the added volume of the dildo. Her stomach was flat, feminine, slightly muscled, it was simply unfair having a body like that. She knew it, but still, somehow she was shy, insecure around others. When she thought about it, she concluded that it must have been because of the fear of others not seeing her, only her overly sexualized body, and her previous experiences proved her right. Ironically, she herself was also in love with her body, more precisely her ass and the pleasure she can give herself with it. Shaking her head, she dismissed the gloomy thoughts, and rearranged her dress. It was a bit loose around her now flat belly, but the massive swell of her bust made it nearly unnoticeable. When she was all done, she reached for the inflatable, and started to fidget with it dreamily. It was truly magnificent, it looked a real monster in her delicate hands. The shiny black rubber was 3 inches thick at the base, and the tube to the pump section was connected to the center. Its length was equally impressive, 24 inches of glistening plastic. Every two inches, a strange thin ring constricted the girth to the same girth as the base, but the pressure of the air inside bulged the sections between them to about half an inch thicker than that. No wonder, her belly bulged when it was inside, once she calculated the monster’s volume to be around 3 gallons! It was also surprisingly heavy for an inflatable, as it had a solid but flexible core, that contained the real funky stuff. It had two dial-like rings on the pump part, and her fingers traced around them. None of them were at the maximum, so she rotated the first one until it clicked. Immediately, the girth of the constricting bands enlarged, the toy gaining an additional half inch in diameter, but became less rigid, as the pressure dropped inside. She smiled and licked her lips as if seeing some really yummy meal, and tried in vain to encircle the dildo even with both hands. Then, she turned the other dial, and the space between the rings increased with a click, and the already huge device grew an inch surpassing its previous two-foot length. One more click, and the dildo looked like 26 frightening inches of anal destruction, however the drop of air pressure made it more sponge-like, and the bands were not taut anymore. She started to slowly pump the monster up with one hand, while feeling up the toy with the other. She pumped, until its firmness was the same as before the size increase, and admired the view before her. “Soon… I can’t wait to take you!” she said to her inanimate lover, and the thought of it still not being set to maximum size sent shivers down her spine in excitement. Then she heard steps approaching just outside of the open bathroom door...
  3. Flatmates by sketchysketch Chapter 1 - Megan
  4. Chapter 7 - Day 7 - Sharing is caring by Krombomich
  5. Guys....i dont know where you are born. Did your parents teach you manners? Leave him alone!
  6. That is my type, logically i concluded that it would be like this in the first place. But i throw the white flag for now about contuinity if it spoils the party for too many ppl. YOu know we never had a prolapse in the anal universe. Quite a contradiction imo. Prolapse like in superheroinrs.
  7. But logically how can someone exceed the capacity of Claudia which was 10 inch or that madrid chicks without getting hurt. I dont vouch for violence in your stories, but think logically. The competitors must exceed the civians right?
  8. I think the only logical conclusion if we have anal olympics in lordodies universe, women will get hurt. They already go beyond the human limit like two times or so . I am sure the females will push to the limit and insert a barrel in they ass and get hurt:). Or if lordodie is into games like i heard him play sc, he can may be trow timed abilities which cost energy or anal mana... ahah o man
  9. Chapter 6 - Day 6 - The half-giant and the new moon BY Krombonich The breaking dawn was Hermione's only clue as to how long she'd been skewered, her backfilled stomach and breast sore from an entire night of wobbling back and forth. Even since then, she had blacked out a couple times from the never ending wave of orgasms slowly eating at her sanity so she couldn't know with certainty if classes were starting soon. It was Sunday and she did not have classes but her brain hadn't been keeping track of time too well lately. She tried to get Dumbledore's attention by blindly tapping his arm from behind but he was ignoring her. Thankfully, an unusual visitor landed on the window sill. "Hoot Hoot" "What is that thing!?" Hermione wanted to answer "How could you not know it's an owl" but the broom handle was pressing hard on her throat, especially because of how heavy she had become over night. Dumbledore turned around swinging Hermione in a wide arc around the room, her head nearly avoiding the desk corner. Neither the firm clutch of her anus nor her wooden oral assailant gave her an inch from the centrifugal force "It's holding a letter" An alarmingly clueless Dumbledore observed before nervously grabbing the envelope. "What is this? It looks like a child wrote it... oh my... well isn't that precious. Listen to this" Dumbledore began reading the letter while still performing disinterested thrusts into Hermione's ass by sheer muscle memory: "Dear Dumbledor, I herd Hermione been visiting teachers. I tot maybe she forgot me. But its OK. I forgive her. I think she is sweet and i like her very much but dont tell her that please. -HAGRID" "Miss Granger, you said you took care of every professor but it seems you left out your secret admirer." Hermione tried to gesticulate an answer. "Fine, let me finish this load, then you can clean me up and we'll talk" Dumbledore put down the letter and seized both of Hermione's thighs before splitting her legs wide and pulling her violently and repeatedly on his crotch. A dozen or so painful stabs at her elongated colon was all he needed before adding another two cups of jizz to the fifty others. Dumbledore used Hermione's hair to pull her upright, something she found entirely unnecessary. He struggled yanking the enthusiastic broom out from her esophagus. Whenever it got away from him, it would spring back down with extra momentum, punching her guts. When the reverse sword-swallowing finally completed, Hermione almost turned into a cum fountain but covered her mouth and nose just in time and let her contents flow back down. Dumbledore pushed her forward so she would drop on his desk. He spread her cheeks while also pushing her against the mahogany edge as he began the laborious pulling of almost a foot and a half of still fully engorged flesh from her clinging butthole. Her anus was stretching outwards dangerously but the miracle of youthful elastic skin kept it practically undamaged. Expecting a deluge of his splooge from the soon-to-be-unobstructed hole, Albus raised Hermione's posterior until her knees reached the desk, this added just enough distance to eject the head from her strained backdoor with loud plop. He could see a pool of his night's work staring down her gaping cavity. Before Hermione could remember what she wanted to say, Dumbledore went around the desk and pushed his dripping cockhead against her mouth. Hermione didn't want to clean up something that had spent the entire night sweeping her dirty chimney but having Dumbledore rub it all over her face wasn't much of an improvement so she eventually complies and opened wide. Hermione learned that the taste of her insides wasn't that horrible. She's had worse from particularly unclean students. Dumbledore's cock-washing turned into a regular face-fucking with happy ending. Hermione was counting the precious seconds during the final spurts eager to explain the Hagrid situation and get on with her day. When Dumbledore was satisfied with the shininess of his rod, Hermione finally got a chance to explain her omission: "Hagrid is a professor but he wasn't technically 'at school' and besides, because he's half giant, I very much doubt that we're... let's say... compatible." "Nonsense, Miss Granger. I can't believe you could be so half-racist. What is it that people call you... mudblood? How do you think poor Hagrid feels being judge for the size of his prick and not the content of his character. The only thing that would make this right, in my opinion, if if you offer something him special and unique, say your virginity, to this poor retarded giant." "Professor!" "Sorry, half-giant. Oh and, before you go, did you manage to make that special potion I asked?" Hermione's performed an instant 180 degrees from outrage to excitement. Homework, especially her homework, was her favorite conversation topic. "Yes, sir, I followed the instructions perfectly. It looked cloudy at first but while the recipe called for mandrake root powder, I deduced that the school's samples must have been from an immature specimen, so I cast a petrificus spell to fortify the shavings before..." "Yes yes very interesting, Miss Granger. Bring me the potion and the weird girl. "Her name is Luna Lovegood, professor. And please don't call her weird; students make fun of her a lot. Call her Loony Lovegood. But she's very kind, I guess we're both outcasts her and I..." "Miss Granger, did you know that you ramble when I keep my cock out of your mouth for too long. Bring potion. Bring girl. Go now." Hermione really wanted to finish the story of how she saved the cloudy potion. Sometimes she wondered if Dumbledore appreciated her intellect at all or if he was just using her just to drain his balls. Later... "Wow I've never been in here before," Is that a real erumpent horn? "Luna soft-spoken voice echoed in Dumbledore's office. "Errr, sure maybe. Miss Loony Luna I presume" Hermione glared at him. He had forgotten how boring the regular school uniforms were at Hogwarts, It was still possible to gauge a few details about Luna's physique. She was obvious not as well endowed as her classmate but the slim legs of this pale long-haired blond, still made his cock twitch in anticipation. She was pretty, too, a cute button nose and wide blue eyes. He had to stop imagining what he wanted to do to her before his intentions were betrayed by his bulge in his robe. "It's so wonderful to shake your hand, headmaster." Luna looked like she was living in a dream. "Miss Granger, I believe there is somewhere you should be right now. Don't forget to leave your homework on my desk." "...yes, professor" This was Hermione's last chance to tell Luna there's been a big misunderstanding but she was also desperate to see how good her potion-making skills were. Amortencia was definitely for advanced students only. She put the potion on his desk. You could see the perfect mother of pearl sheen through the glass vial. "You only need to grade two drops of my homework. TWO DROPS..." "Yes I get it, Miss Granger, good luck on your date" "A date, Hermione? is it with Ron? I always thought you were so cute together" Luna cluelessly chimed in. "No, she has a date with Haaaagrid" Dumbledore answered, making a penetration gesture with his fingers that Hermione hoped Luna didn't notice. "Luna looked surprise but only for a moment. Her kind, genuine smile returned and she wished Hermione the best of luck of her date. She then went on to talk about nice restaurants in Hogsmeade but Albus gestured to Hermione, behind Luna's back, to go. As she closed the door, she heard Dumbledore ask Luna "Would you like to help me grade Hermione's homework?" Hermione trek to Hagrid's cabin took longer than expected, 3 times she had to find an obscure corner to wait out a leg-weakening orgasm. Her friendly golden occupant had woken up and was rolling around inside her excitedly. She knocked on the massive door at high as her tippy-toes allowed, before asking herself why it mattered where on the door she knocked. Hagrid opened the door. He was easily twice as tall as the petite muggle-born and a gillion times as broad. In a sad but adorable sight. In her week of debauchery, no one at school ever made any efforts courtship. Yet, there was Hagrid, wearing his cleanest least moth-eaten suit with a bow-tie and a bouquet of flowers, which Hermione now remembered seeing growing around his house. She blushed, forgetting, if only for a moment, that she was wearing a barely-buttoned shirt with a nipple slipped out and a cloth belt-like skirt that couldn't quite reach her pussy, still wet from her recent climax. "These are for you" "Thank you, Hagrid, they are beautiful" "Oh, sorry come in" Hagrid stepped aside to let Hermione in. "Hagrid, Your house is lovely as alwa....." "Sweet, innocent Hagrid interrupted Hermione by grabbing her waist from behind with one hand and lifting her four feet in the air. Hermione dropped her bouquet from the shock. She felt Hagrid struggling to untie something with his other hand. Most likely his pants. Eventually, he let go and sat Hermione down on a log. Hermione wrapped her arms around it not to fall and, only then, realized this was not a log made of wood but of flesh. She expected Hagrid to be big but was still shocked that she could actually lay down on it. With her small behind against Hagrid's belly, it rode all the way to her neck. Hagrid's hands now free, Hermione felt the fat thumbs of both his hands creep up between her buttcheeks. Once they were spread wide and gripped with his other fingers around her hips, Hagrid grinded Hermione forwards and backwards on her seat. Sliding on Hagrid's full-giant prick was rough at first.The final two valiant buttons of her shirt gave up after days of struggle and Hermione's unrestrained breasts did their best to enfold the pole between them. Things got easier as Hagrid shaft moistened, mostly from Dumbledore's leftover finding their way out from the depths of Hermione's ass but also from Hermione's reluctant titillation. Hagrid had an extra seven inches over Dumbledore, and the diameter to match. Hermione saw the pressing need to explain to Hagrid about the birds and bees and that sometimes, the bird is too big for the bee. She turned her head as far back as she could but was only a few words in when he let go of one half of her buttocks a placed a finger on her lips. "I want to tell you something too, Hermione." The fragile witch was all about talking things out right now but as Hagrid began his confession, he carried her, hanging on his cock, to his bed nearby. Hermione hoped this was to be cozy for a conversation but with her luck recently... Since the moment I saw you, my pretty princess, I knew we were meant to be together." Hagrid dumped his pretty princess unceremoniously face-down on the bed. Hermione thought the bed looked cramped and small in the corner of his shack, but now that she was lying in it, it really felt giant-worthy. "When I herd you doing these nasty things to professors, I thought why does she not like me?" He spread her legs far apart to have room to get down on his knees behind her. "But then I thought: ya know Hagrid, she did it with all those folks but not you. That means you're special. She doesn't love them like she loves you. She's shy with you." He pushed his bludger-size cockhead against her back side. Hagrid wasn't aiming anywhere in particular but Hermione's anus hadn't been able to close completely since last night anal marathon, so it took on the responsibility of welcoming Hagrid tip. As soon as he felt properly anchored, the colossal man leaned forward and pushed in with his whole body. Hermione was hit by sudden claustrophobia. Hagrid was laying down on top of her, which buried her deep inside the mattress. Her arms and legs were also pinned uncomfortably under his weight. She could not move an inch and, with her nose squished, could only take smelly mattress-filtered breaths with her mouth. Her muffled screams we not loud enough to reach Hagrid and were a waste of precious air. She had spent the last 8 hours getting loosened by Albus' dong and was now glad she did. Something had to give, and her ass slowly taking in the hulking smasher was a better alternative than her back breaking. However it did provide motivation for the hefty professor; he felt that, this time, there was a chance. This was going to be the girl he can finally fit all the way inside. Hagrid's ram remained solid as a rock while Hermione's soft ass was caving in. When the head pushed thought, Hermione's receding anal rim rolled back to its resting position and swallowed 2 inches of shaft instantly. If there was a chance for Hagrid to hear Hermione's scream it was now, but he either didn't hear or care. Hermione tried to relax. She knew from experience that when full penetration was inevitable, fighting it made it a hundred times worse. As predicted, Hagrid was not satisfied with only destroying the entrance of his new girlfriend's miniature rear-end. With short but unyielding pushes, he began digging. Hermione's hole was collapsing inwards on the push and outwards on pull but always allowing a little bit more inside on each thrust. "Oh Hermione, you feel so good" The deeper Hagrid went, the more weight was put on her back. She was one with the mattress now and also starting to become one with the half-giant's full-giant cock. Hermione passed out from the strain and only came back to as Hagrid gave a her a jolt of pain when he bottomed out on her insides. She now knew exactly how much cock was insider her: One Dumbledore unit (or five Ron units).That's the most her colon had been stretched so far in length. The extra girth made the sensation much worse, of course. She really needed to cum right now. Why wasn't the snitch making any attempts at taking her away to her special place, if only for a moment? It was probably being pinned down along with the rest of her reproductive organs. "Is this how deep you go, little doll? We're made for each other, I know we can fit together like pieces of a puzzle" Hagrid sat up on the bed, finally relieving Hermione of the hundreds of pounds of pressure on her back. No matter what came next, she was just happy not being crushed anymore. She was now able to get on her hands and knees. She looked down to notice in horror the outline of Hagrid's tool bulging out of her navel and stomach. What kind of puzzle had pieces that had to stretch this bad to fit each other, she thought. Hagrid grabbed her thighs. He was able to go all around them with his massive hands. His big belly now almost against her back, he had to make Hermione do a split wider than she could normally handle. The snitch was still trapped tightly from the distention of her inner walls but could now at least flap its wings. That might be enough. Hagrid felt it too, that gentle caress at the half-way point of his shaft. He thought it was the magic of love. Other than perhaps a slightly louder grunts, there was no warning before a fire hose activated deep inside Hermione's bowels. If it wasn't for the the iron grip on her thighs, she imagined herself flying off into the wall from the pressure. She felt two or three times the amount of Dumbledore's already plentiful discharge stream up her digestive track after hitting her extended colon in powerful spurts. The snitch was working its magic on her as well and, even understanding that this would give Hagrid validation, she let herself spasm along most of Hagrid's length in a debilitating frenzy. "We are so good together, Hermione. Don't worry I will fill you completely." It was inconceivable that Hagrid could have been gentle before, but his violent new pelvic thrusts were proof of that. Her insides, now lubricated from an industrial quantity of extra-think giant spunk, gave the probe a chance to complete the renovations to her large intestine that Dumbledore started. The closer he got to the finish line, the more her leg had to split apart around Hagrid fat belly. When she finally felt Hagrid's skin against her tush, she knew, at least, that it couldn't get worse. She was mostly right. Hagrid let go of her legs and got a new solid grip on her waist with only one hand. His other hand locked on her shoulder. Simply going from sitting on his feet to standing on his knees lifted Hermione up so her limbs couldn't reach the bed. He now had free reign over the impaled schoolgirl who was just happy to have her legs together again. Hagrid began jacking off, convinced that his little human condom wanted it as rough as he did. Hermione spent most of day fading in and out around a cock beyond the human realm. The snitch was working overtime to wake her up as often as possible and a fresh quart of warm seed unleashed in her guts usually did the trick, as well. Her stomach filled up completely from the wrong end before noon and then had to continually expand to allow the afternoon's harvest. Hagrid went through a few positions: standing, sitting, laying down, but he was always the one in control of Hermione's hips movement. Agains such strength, she felt like a lifeless sex doll. Laying on the bed with Hermione on top of him was Hagrid's final position as his movements started slowing down. Hermione tried extra hard to stay conscious from this moment on to not miss her chance at escaping. Hagrid's eyes were heavy. He continued to nonchalantly move her up and down the bottom half of his stick for another few minute then he came one last time, a blast that threatened to expel a mix of his initial loads out of Hermione's mouth. She made sure to keep everything in as to not spit anything on the sleeping giant. Once his ejaculation subsided, Hagrid began snoring loudly. Hermione waited for his cock to soften then dove forward between his legs and pulled herself free using the bed post. The sun was setting, it had been a trialing day but she was free at last. Free to run home... Maybe not run home in her current state but walk home... that did not work either. Her legs were shaky and unresponsive, made worse by the golden snitch stretching his wings, happy to have room to play again. Hermione was so eager to get back that she only succumbed to her urges to cum twice on her way to Dumbledore's study. Its tower seemed like it had a lot more stairs when you were climbing them on your hands and knees. Halfway through the staircase she could already hear distant moans. She had completely forgotten about Luna. Taking the moans as a sign of distress, Hermione managed to get on her feet long enough to put all her weight into opening the door. What she saw made her fall right back to her knees. Luna, completely naked, eagerly squatting up and down Dumbledore's cock, her pussy red with wear and her arm contorted to fit one of her own fists up her ass. Her tongue was hanging out, drool running from her mouth. The vial of Amortencia was half empty on the desk next to the depraved couple. "Professor, what have you done? I said 2 drops." "You weren't very clear, Miss Granger. Anyway, it worked didn't it She's my personal sex slave now." "That's what you wanted? You probably gave her permanent brain damage!" "You worry too much. She seems happy enough. We've been preparing a present for you all day. She's completely full, come have some." Hermione crawled to Dumbledore's desk to see if there was anything she could do to help Luna. He noticed her temporary handicap and the trail of slime she was leaving across his floor like a slug. "What happened to you, my poor dear?" What do you think happened, professor? A giant has been pounding my butt since this morning! "Half-giant, and I thought you were supposed to give him your virginity" "You think I wanted this!? He just picked a hole." "No need to get snippy, Miss Granger. He probably picked your asshole because it is a gaping mess, even more so now. Go see the nurse when we're done to get yourself fixed and tell her to teach you the spell to do it, too." Hermione thought that was the first smart thing Dumbledore had said all day. Dumbledore got down from the desk, his little cum slut still impaling herself vigorously. "Alright, get ready to put your mouth on her pussy when I pull out, we've got a big meal for you." "What? I'm not going to do that. Sucking your cock is one thing, but I'm not attracted to girls!" "Who said anything about being attracted to girls, Miss Granger. It's like drinking out of a goblet. Do you think your friend here is repugnant? Is that it? Hermione didn't think Luna was gross at all. Her slender body and impossibly pale skin made her look like an angel. Her tiny pink nipples pointed up, following the slight curve of the breasts. They looked so soft; on the small side, but big enough to jiggle with the bouncing motion. Dumbledore pulled out to the last inch and gave Hermione a chance to position her mouth correctly. As soon as he plopped out, the flood gates open and Hermione had to swallow faster than she ever did before to not let it splash all over her. She already felt so, so full. "Make sure you didn't leave any in there." Hermione wasn't worried about the quantity at this point, what's a few mouthful compared to the gallons in her stomach, but she knew what Dumbdore meant and, if she wasn't so exhausted, she would have enough willpower to refuse putting her lips on Luna's dripping pussy to slurp out the residual pools of jizz inside. It was a slight consolation to see that Luna enjoyed the experience thoroughly. Making a girl cum was an empowering experience, even if it meant adding some squirting juices to the already disgusting cocktail. "One more to go, Miss Granger." Luna still had her hand uncomfortably angled inside her rectum and Hermione now understood why. "I'm not drinking from there. You are out of your mind." "Yet, you'll happily suck a penis that has been in your own ass, Miss Granger. Once again I ask: what do you have against this sweet girl?" Luna giggle randomly. "Get it over with, right?" "What was that, Miss Granger?" "Nothing, professor" Hermione sighed. Hermione got herself ready. Dumbledore gently tapped on Luna's forearm indicating it was time to relieve herself. A never ending flow of semen began pouring from her anus. Hermione had to cup her hands underneath to catch what her mouth couldn't swallow in time. The vast majority of it still found its way down her saturated stomach. She didn't wait for Dumbledore to tell her to drain the rest with her mouth. She wouldn't be able to stand his voice right now. So, with loud slurps, Hermione sucked up right from the source. When she removed her lips from Luna's gaping butt, the drugged girl hoped off the desk and joined Hermione on the floor. She was looking at her with hungry eyes and an adorable smile. She turned around and tilted her head back, her mouth wide open waiting for a share of the bounty. "No Luna, you don't have to do this" Luna spoke intelligible words for the first time this evening: "pleasepleasepleaseplease" "I think she wants you to share" laughed Dumbledore Hermione was conflicted. Would making Luna happy a good thing, even if it was the potion and her potentially broken brain that was making her want this? She still had a pool of Luna's ass milk in her cupped hands that she'd be happy not to have to drink. Hermione tilted her hands over Luna's mouth and watched her savor every last drop before swallowing, eyes closed as if she was enjoying the feeling of it sliding down her throat. "Aww you guys are adorable" cheered Dumbledore. This is wrong, professor. She needs to rest. If we want her to have a chance to recover..." "She'll be fine, Miss Granger. You worry too much. You've had a long day, why don't you relax a little bit. Loony. help your friend take the edge off." Dumbledore picked up Hermione from by the armpits and laid her down on his desk in her familiar face-up position. She knew her throat would be getting a good dicking soon but just laying down was nice. Luna's head appeared from between her legs. She was giggling like a fool. The blond witch moved her head down and with the tip of her tongue, licked Hermione's love bud. She felt a shock wave pass through her entire body from a single momentary touch. Luna giggled again then dove in. The snitch, in turn, started stirring and the room started spinning. Luna was spreading Hermione labia with her fingers and using her tongue to lick, tickle and penetrate her secret garden in ways she would have never discovered herself. Not that she had any experience in the matter. The resulting orgasm was not tainted with shame, fear or pain. It was pure, unadulterated pleasure. She outright screamed until a large familiar object cut her moan short by plugging into her mouth. Dumbledore went straight down with no foreplay. His dick was slick with Luna's gush. It didn't slow down Hermione's orgasm at all. If anything, the mild asphyxiation made her head spin even more. She eventually reached a point where she couldn't tell what was turning her on more, the snitch's feathers flapping on her g-spot at 200 beats per second, the expert tongue of her friend Luna circling her clitoris, the rough breast massage and nipple pinches from Dumbledore's strong hands, or submitting completely to the thick veiny phallus fucking her stomach. The horrible day she spent as Hagrid's fleshlight was fading away from her memory, but it all came back to her when Luna joined her right hand's fingers and inserted them in Hermione's sore and still gaping ass. She would have asked her to stop if she could. They had such a good thing going on, why risk ruining it? Yet, if she put aide her fears for a moment, Hermione could notice Luna was pushing in ever so gently. Nothing like Hagrid's violent disregard of her well-being. Her slender arm was also a twig next to his tree trunk. The only thing that hurt was the rubbing of Luna's forearm on her red puckered anus but once Luna reached just past the elbow and stopped going farther, she proved once again that she knew Hermione more than she did herself. At this depth, Luna could still perform her oral duties and now the push against the inner membrane intensified all her efforts. Dumbledore kept breaking the stomach stretching record every 20 minutes by dumping a fresh new load but Hermione had no complaints. Everything that was going on, she wanted more of it. Everyone was taking care of her and Hermione had but just one job: stay conscious to keep enjoying herself. It was, however, by far the toughest job. Trooper that she was, Hermione lasted over 3 hours in constant ecstasy before her brain had to temporarily shutdown from the sensory overload. She came to with a loud gasp for air and thick liquid gushing out of her mouth as if she washed ashore after almost drowning. Her throat and ass were now unobstructed but she could still feel Luna's agile tongue flicking her button and wonderful fingers rubbing all the right places. Hermione's view was a closeup of a young pussy. The lips were smaller than her own; just a tiny slit across a little mound. It was adorn with barely visible light blond fuzz and was dripping copious amounts of juices on her face. The pink insides flared in and out of view, clenching and gaping to the rhythm of the thick cock pounding the other hole above. Hermione could appreciate how pretty Luna's cunt was, but wasn't hungry for it, not in that way. However, she desperately wanted to make Luna feel the way she was making her feel... or at least try to. Besides, with the parade of cock she'd been sucking, Luna's cute pussy would be one of the nicest things she had in her mouth all week. Hermione awkwardly pressed her tongue on Luna's kitty and ran it from mound to taint. Luna immediately showed her appreciation with a soft ohhhhh and an increased flow of feminine discharge that rolled on her tongue. Hermione took the cue and persevered, trying to reproduce the movements and position she was herself experiencing. Things continued until Dumbledore pried Hermione's head off her midnight snack and pushed it back against the desk. He pulled out of Luna and went straight into Hermione's mouth. Nothing of Luna's bothered her now, not even the taste of her ass on Dumbledore's dick. Albus alternated between all three cavities at his disposition. He'd either cum in Hermione's mouth or in Luna's cunt, so that afterwards he could focus on her ass while his cunt-fillings oozed out for Hermione to lap up. Hermione wanted this moment to last forever, but when she started hearing birds chirping she realized the sun would be coming up soon and she definitely had classes today.
  10. He was replaced by timecontinium anomally how i got it. We dont really know yet imo. You have to play a flash game made by a russian artist named Akabur on Patreon. It is free and you can google it easily. Always download it from the originsl source.
  11. Chapter 5 - Day 5 - The thrill-seeker Hermione came back early to Dumbledore's office the next morning. She hurried to close the door behind her. Albus got a good eyeful of her bubbly behind before she turned around. He was pleased that she had, as instructed, neglected to wear undergarments, even if he knew her early visit was likely to avoid meeting students in her new and crotchless attire. Hermione's new skirt fell just short of covering the bottom of her pussy lips and barely covered half her posterior. It was endearing that after spending an evening getting her throat fucked and her ass violated by a magical broom, Hermione was still shy enough to cover her peeking cunt by folding her hands strategically in front of her uniform. This had the adverse effect of her arms pushing her breast together, ready to burst out of her flimsy shirt. "How are we feeling this morning, Miss Granger?" "Very tired, headmaster. I spent all night catching up on my homework." "You are aware we are Saturday today?" "Yes sir, I just had a pretty big backlog." "I know how you feel, Miss Granger, how about we review yesterday's basics. How's your throat?" "It's still pretty sore but..." "Great, I helped you a lot yesterday, but you must do it on your own now. Students won't be so accommodating" "Students are also less than half your size, professor. I don't think I can make that work" "Very well, if you are not ready, we will train a bit more. Lay down on my desk face up." Hermione wondered if she should have just tried to do as Albus asked. She was savoring every breath as she unbuttoned her shirt laying face up on Dumbledore's desk, knowing full well she would lose that luxury soon. It was a familiar position: her head off of the desk tilted back with a face full of Albus balls. This time, however, after groping handful of breast, Dumbledore backed away a foot or so to press the tip of his trouser wand on her lips and was angling it for entry. Hermione hesitated a little too long for his taste before opening her mouth so a pinch and pull, stretching her nipples upwards, got the job done... Hermione opened her mouth to shriek and Dumbledore shoved in. Hermione's gagging was just as pronounced as yesterday but the entire fifteen inches of Dumbledore's superhuman wang forced it way with ease with all the stretch training her throat had endured. Soon after he was having a grand old time fucking the entrance of her stomach and roughly squeezing her juicy melons. Being upside down, Hermione's deepthroat breathing struggles were not helped by having the drool and precum of her mouth leak down to her nostrils and having great ball sack rhythmically press against her nose. Had she not learned from yesterday's mistake that relaxing her throat was of vital importance, she would have surely suffocated this morning. Even now, she couldn't help but tense up occasionally, being disciplined for her blunder in the form of a painful 5 minutes of internal coughing. Dumbledore didn't let those moments slow him down. After the better part of an hour and two full loads directly to Hermione's stomach, Dumbledore released his grip on her breasts and slowly pulled out. He pushed back in a few times during the trip out for good measure, but eventually he stopped teasing Hermione and full ejected his long geniehood. While she was still heavily panting and trying to keep herself from vomiting, Hermione received today's instructions. "I'll give you a chance to fully redeemed yourself, my dear. Since there are no classes today, I want you to spend the morning visiting every male professor at this school and swallowing their power-infused discharge. Report to me at lunch. No excuses and no lies this time." As much as she hated to admit it, this kind of ultimatum was the only way to motivate her enough for such a task. She buttoned the only two buttons she could and went on her way. Even if she wanted to complain, her voice was not cooperating right now. Hopefully it would come back before she had to convince the first professor to ejaculate in her mouth or down her throat. Then again, maybe it was better if she couldn't speak; she would surely mess things up if she tried to hard. Her exposed underside and belly-button-deep cleavage could probably do the talking for her. Later... "You champion has arrived!" Hermione exclaimed in a raspy voice barging into Dumbledore's office around noon. "I take it things went well, Miss Granger" "Yes, sir, I've taken care of every male professor at the school." "Come empty my sack and tell me all about it" Hermione got on her knees with zero hesitation as if second nature and began slurping on Dumbledore's knob. She could easily fit him in her mouth now that its ligaments had adapted to new standards. "So who gave you the hardest time?" Hermione plopped out the dick from deep in her mouth but kept stroking as she explained" "They all seemed eager to help *slurp slurp* but Professor Snape was the meanest, as expected. He stayed still and moved head *slurp* by pulling on my hair. *gag* *slurp* Professor Flitwick was nice but for such a little guy he had a gigantic penis. Almost as big as yours*gag* *slurp* *gag*" "Haha well whaddaya know" Hermione worked on her big project a bit longer then remember something that had happened this morning. "*plop* Oh, professor? Did you tell anyone about my training and our plan to defeat You-Know-Who? "No, of course not, my dear" Albus assumed that idiot Snape tried to get involved in his plan. "It's a fellow student, Luna Lovegood. I crossed her in the hallway and she told me she was proud of me. That I was going to be a great champion. I played the fool, I swear. She said it made sense for the male essence of the prophecy to be sperm. She knew everything! Albus was baffled by how a random student he never heard of could come up with the same nonsense he made up on the spot. He had to think fast. "Hmm, this might be a problem. We're going to have to take care of her." "I don't want to hurt her, professor! She's the only person in the whole school that's nice to me now" "No, no, no of course we won't hurt her... but surely there is a spell or potion that can charm her into doing whatever I tell her to do. You know... so we can tell her not to blab about this to anyone and make sure she stays on our side." "I would guess the Amortantia potion is a bit like that." "Great, whip me up a batch of that once you're finished here." "Hermione didn't like the idea of temporarily turning Luna in a mindless puppet, even temporarily, but on the other hand, she was just given an assignment by the great Dumbledore that didn't involve guzzling half a liter of cum from the students or faculty. She nodded her head, mouth still stretched around an enormous cock then resumed her bobbing and slurping. She couldn't wait to go to the library for her potion reasearch so she held the shaft tightly and used it as leverage to push as much as she could down her neck. She had to tilt her head slightly from side to side to pry the opening of her throat but once the gate was cleared, she managed to get halfway down Dumbledore's pole all on her own. As planned, Dumbledore couldn't resist dumping another nutritious load down her stomach, which had started to bulge slightly from the sheer quantity of semen it now housed. That pumpkin pasty was such a distant memory now. Hermione drained what was left in Dumbledore's hose and, with some effort, swallowed a final mouthful. Dumbledore barely manage to catch her before she disappeared out the door. "When you're done with the potion, Miss Granger, there's one last failure you must redeem." "Please don't say Slytherin, Headmaster." Even Later... Hermione was late. Dumbledore imagined that she still hadn't escaped the lineup of Slytherin students taking turn cumming down her throat. Nothing wrong with that, he thought, but he had gone far too long without feeling Hermione's warmth around his cock. He was going to have to steal her back for a moment. And so he did what any clandestine genie shapeshifter probably should not do: he left his study in search of his fuck toy. Approaching the Slytherin chambers, Albus knew it was way too quiet to be hosting a blowgang full of jeering teenagers. Once inside, he saw why; the party was over. Hermione, her bare breasts and face covered in semen was lying on the wooden floor.... sleeping. What a terrible waste of time, Dumbledore thought, dozing off while his balls ached. From the looks of her larger cum belly, she had successfully filled her quota in an afternoon. He picked her up with ease and carried her back, still passed out, under his arm. Thankfully, he only encountered corridor paintings asking if the girl was OK. He ignored them. Once in the safety of his office, Albus dumped Hermione face down on his desk. He cared little whether she deserved a punishment or not, tonight was the night he would penetrate the tight round ass that had been teasing him for days. "Pro...professor... I fell asleep I'm so sorry" "Don't worry your pretty head one more second, my dear. I'll make sure that won't happen again" "What do you mean?" Hermione replied, still groggy from her cum-fueled nap. "I'm learning so much about quidditch these days. I think you and this little guy will become good friends" Dumbledore was opening a crate during his cryptic explanation. From it, he released a walnut-sized golden ball. Hermione might have objected to him pulling her legs apart but she was completely lost as to what was going on behind her. He presented the golden snitch, resting in the palm of his hand, to the sweet aroma of Hermione smooth pussy. It began twitching. He pushed the thumb of his other hand against the right fold of her vulva, revealing the juicy pink contents and a minuscule virgin hole in her hymen. The golden snitch's feathered silver wings wings began to unfold. The touching of her precious orifice woke Hermione right up, but it was too late to close her legs, the snitch's wings were already tickling the inside of her thighs as it was was fluttering towards her enticing slit. When it reached the entrance there was no chance of stopping. It launched itself in, its round head widening the small opening before breaking through Hermione's last bastion of innocence. Hermione's pain and shock lasted but a moment, the snitch vibration and the wings fluttering against her pristine inside walls... this new sensation was driving her crazy. In mere seconds her mind turned blank, her eyes rolled back and her spine arced. She remained tensed like an upside down bridge for as long as Albus could hear the snitch buzz around inside her. He was about to lose patience and push ahead with his plan when the snitch finally calmed down a bit and Hermione turned from tensed to twitching and was breathing if she had forgotten to do so for the past 5 minutes. Albus raised his voice knowing he was talking to someone mentally far away: "I don't think sleeping on the job will be an issue from now on" Hermione had a huge, stupid grin on her face. She had every reason to be angry at Dumbledore for taking her virginity with a game accessory that might deprive her of a proper night's sleep for the rest of the school year, but, in this exact moment, she had no complaints. The soft humming of her new tenant was keeping her right on the edge even after experiencing the orgasm of a lifetime. "Now there is still the matter of your punishment" "There's no need, professor, i stopped counting after I sucked out seventy loads of venom from those Slytherin snakes". She still hadn't managed to get rid of her goofy smile of contentment. "Yes but you were late. And I spoke to Snape, he said you spilled some of his load on the floor and refused to lick it up". That part he made up, but it sounded like something Snape would complain about. "He's lying! ahh-" At the very end of her objection, the snitch inside began stirring again and she braced herself for another ride. "I don't want to play He says, She says, Miss Granger. Besides, you might even enjoy this punishment in your current state. Consider it an alternate way to get your dosage" Hermione was already gone from this mere mortal plane. Her first orgasm was eerily quiet but, this one had her moaning loudly, the winged magical object that was traveling up and down her vagina was doing a number on her sanity. All that time spent brooming Hermione's back hole into submission meant little while Hermione's sphincter was clenched tight from her orgasm paralysis. Yet, with her soft butt-cheeks a perfect fit for his hands his he was happy to just spend a few minutes squeezing and spreading them apart while lubing up her puckered hole with his precum-dripping tip. When the snitch gave Hermione another break, he took full advantage of her extra relaxed state of body to push himself forward while pinning her down by digging his fingers hard into his handful of buttocks. The nimbus preparation facilitated the entry but his girth was much bigger than a broom handle. However, Hermione's cries of pain and cries of pleasure slowly started to meld until it was impossible to tell which was which. If she passed out from the pain of her bowels being dilated to the size of a beater's bat, she was immediately woken up by an earth-shattering orgasm. Once she passed out from that, the careless ramming into her strained asshole snapped her back immediately, in turn. Once he had a foot of cock up her ass, Dumbledore could feel the snitch along the whole length of his trusts. He was filling her so completely that even from the adjacent canal, he could make the snitch roll back and forth like using rolling pin on her most sensitive tissues. It was a triumphant moment when he manage to bury himself balls deep into her protege's tight ass just as she came for the 6th time this evening, but it only marked the beginning. The night was still young and he has no intention of dismissing the poor Gryffindor until morning. The anticipation of a full night of ass fucking, the vibrations of the snitch resonating in his cock, the vice clenching of Hermione's colon and anus whenever she came... it was all so perfect. His first load inside deep inside the young witch was the biggest of his long life. From that moment on, Hermione could feel the viscous substance slosh around inside her body as she was being manhandled. Load after load packed themselves deeper. Her stomach was filled to the brim with students' cum but she was beginning to understand what being full really meant. To switch things up a bit, and to rest his legs momentarily, Albus sat back in his chair. He guided Hermione upright with hands on her slender waste, but he didn't have to, really. His cock was such a tight fit in the brunette's ass that he could probably walk around the room with her dangling in tow. The trusty Nimbus 2000 was still by his desk. It came alive when Albus reached for it. He hadn't washed the handle since it last spent an evening inside Hermione, but she was in no position to care. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open for a long moan when he jammed the broom's neck down her own. Her throat had seen much worse but the element of surprise still made her gag violently. A bit of today's offerings spewed from her mouth and slid down her cheek. Facing away from her current lover made it impossible to communicate her increased state of discomfort even using her eyes. True to its magically imbued nature, the broom went downwards in Hermione's esophagus until he reached the finish line: the bottom lining of her stomach. Then it kept trying to go forward as it was the only thing it could think to do. Another portion of the night was spent in that position. It was now Dumbledore's arms that were getting tired from lifting Hermione's ass up and down the bottom half of lengthy penis. She barely weighed anything to a man of his size, but the bulk of the lifting was against the vacuum grip of his sex doll's anus. He turned away from his desk, got up and let Hermione fall forward until the broom stopped her descent, keeping her torso levitating. At first, Hermione desperately tried to limit the weight her throat had to support by holding on to the bristles of the broom with her skinny arms. But, tired from hours of frequent full-body orgasms, it wasn't long until they fell limp and simply swayed back and forth to the motion of Albus and the broom's coordinated poundings. Morning was still many hours away.
  12. BY cutmytits LEt me know if this is not for you but its good to keep copies Introduction: This is a true story. I took 5 parties and combined them into a single stroy for what I would consider a hot time My Party Well, how do I start telling a story of the best party I have ever given. Well, I guess with some back ground. I am married to a wonderfully beautiful woman who shares my love for unusual sexual play. I love body modification using hard core sexual play. The pain is part of the experience. Dangerous play and the love of the unexpected. The party was easy to plan. We easily got 25 people to commit to it. Most were strangers, we insisted on that aspect. We then got the party room ready. I did all of the work so my wife could rest up for her ordeal. We have this old dirty basement, full of junk and things that we should have thrown away instead of putting down there. Making it smell musty. I first took an old heavy kitchen table that was down stairs and flipped it on it end. So It was standing up on it’s edge. It would make a perfect way to hold my wife still for the fun that was coming. I am sure you must be wondering how? I gathered many house hold items to put on a special table set next to the up ended table. I then went to the garage and put more enticing thing into a box, to be put on the same table. I had many odd things and some that could be very dangerous. But that is what we were looking for. My wife is very busty, boosting 42DD, gorgeous. We began to receive our guests. Mostly guys but some women, mostly dates with some of the strangers who answered our add. I was happy to see the range of people. Young and older. I lead my wife to the basement and we set her up behind the table. It is an old kitchen table with a leaf and I opened the leaf and put a block of wood to hold it open. It looked like a big mouth waiting to eat her huge tits. I had her kneel on a bunch of blankets I had already put in place to cushion her knees. She knew the next step and put them beauties in the open mouth of the table and waited. I asked one of the bigger guys to come help me, When he came down his eyes opened and smiled. I asked him to pinch and pull her tits. They needed to be pulled to get them out from the back side of the table as far as possible. He gladly helped. His massive hands pinched huge chunks’ of her tits and yanked her tits with more force than I could have ever mustered. It looked wonderful, seeing them beautiful tits extended so far with such a cruel pair of huge hands. I lifted the half of the table letting the block of wood fall to the ground and asked him to pull harder. He actually leaned back. I slowly let the leaf opening close on her tits. The were crushed and most of her breasts were on the opposite side of the table. Mounted for our party of pure tit abuse. He let go of her once the table was closed and smiled. I looked at him with a look of satisfaction. The table was old and heavy, it put more weight on her tits than she ever had in the past. But she loved it. I then asked him for a sheet that we had prepared for the nights fun and covered the whole table. Creating a surprise for the rest of the party goers. We set up the table next to our surprise with items to used on her tits for our pleasure and hers. It was to be a fun night doing things to those tits they would never have dreamt of doing. We laid out ping pong paddles, next to them mouse traps, a few different old shoes, tennis shoe high heel, golf shoe. Next we put keys. Screw driver, both Phillips and flat head. Then a pile of big rubber bands, c-clamps, vice grips, putty knife, a box of push pins and tacks, comb, tweezers, fork, poker ends used for eating corn on the cob, old can lids cut for the can, next to it were the cans, power screw driver, old splinter wood in a few sizes, a wet towel long and narrow, rubber hose lengths, belts, boxes of nails and screws, boxes with small items I figured would be used for dipping them beauties in. The list goes on. We then called the party down stairs. The large group of people came down. They were mostly men with a few girl friends along. They seen the table with the large and unusual array of items on it. Alone with the sheet draped lump next to it. I am sure it looked weird. They all gathered in front of the table. It is a large basement so room was not a factor. “Well, thank you all for coming. I know, you all are aware of this being a sexually based party and must be wondering why the table full of junk? It is sexual torture party.” A voice came from the crowd. “who’s sexual torture?” I just stood there and gathered my thoughts for a few seconds. “OK, that is a good question. I then unceremoniously pulled the sheet away, to revel the table and those beautiful tits slowly being crushed between the table ends where a leaf should be. The looks from the group of party goers was so wonderful to look at. First pure unexpected shock, quickly replaced by pure lust. I swear, I could see some guys licking their lips. “So, now we come to the party favors.” I told them, which got a laugh. She was so excited. I told them that they were to be abused harshly and to be enjoyed. I reached out and fondled them for the last time. I knew they would be in rough shape the next time I handled them. They all took seats on the chairs which were set up like in a theater. Each person took a number. It would play out like a Bingo game. So I nervously reached in the bag for the first number. “19“, A young guy of 22 stood up. He was average looks and build. He approached the front, he would have 5 minutes with her tits. Each person could pull and item they had with them to use, or pick one from the table. He wanted just his hands and mostly his mouth. He got on all fours and put his mouth to her tits. He just sucked them for a few minutes. He bit them slightly. He did not want to do damage, he was with in his rights to enjoy them any way he wanted. He slurped and drool dripped from her ever darkening globes. They were hard from being crushed in the table. He continued to lick and slobber on them when I drew the next number. “14” I called. A big guy, he must have been 300 pounds with huge hands and dirty finger nails from all the hard work he obviously does each work day. The look in his eyes was horrific. The guy sucking her tits backed away ending his turn at her tits. The big guy walked to her tits so wonderfully mounted on the table top. He reached down with his bare hands and grabbed both tits. He began to squeeze harder and harder. He really put the vises to them. His face twists and contorted with the force he is putting to them tits. I glance at my wife and she was closing her eyes with pain and a slight smile with the thought of what was happening to her tits. They looked like meat in a press. He put such force into his death grip, that I could see her flesh begin to ooze out between his fingers. He then began to put the twist to her breasts. Ever so slow. It was amazing. He just loved the feel of them in his hands as he crushed them in his massive hands, later when I asked how he liked his time with my wife’s dirty pillows. As he was putting his final squeeze on her tits. I could see the 5 women in the audience each hold their own tits, as the thought of the pain must have been running through their minds. I pulled another number. “2” I called. It was a old guy of 50 years. He looked at his wife and she gave him a nod of approval. He walked to the front and as he did the big guy step aside and looked at what he has done. Her tits were dark red from all the pressure he put on them, his finger marks clearly visible. They looked wonderful all mashed. The older guy went to the table and looked over the items available to him to use as sex toys on her tits. He decided on the mouse traps. Their were 10 on the table. He gathered them up, each had a small wooden tab stapled to the bottom to act as a handle to avoid harm to come to the user. He set the first one and slowly while holding the small handle moved it toward those red tits and as soon as flesh touched the small trigger of the trap it snapped shut with a harsh crack. It flew from his hands as it did not bite very deep but it did hit her tit and she went yipes as the crowd laughed out loud at the site. He quickly set another one and quickly moved it toward his target. He was going to have it stay this time. He pushed it on her very hard nipple. It closed with the same hard crack and stuck this time. It looked so painful. She did not make a sound this time. She knew it was coming. It looked so hot on her nipple. He got another ready and did the same to her other nipple. She jumped at the snap but said nothing. The people that looked on looked like they were in a trance. He then took yet another and pinched her tit on the side and made sure it would stay on this time as he snapped it on the skin he held for it to hold fast to. He did this with all the mouse traps. It looked so tremendously painful, but she enjoyed every minute of it. He then took his hand and slapped her tit to slap off each trap the most painfully way he could think of. He had time left and took a single trap and continued to snap it to her tits. I began to reach for yet another number. The remaining people licked their lips patiently waiting their turns. “24” was the number I pick out of the bag next. A very young guy only 18 stood up, he had many piercing all over his face and I could only imagine what else he had pierced. His hair was a dark shade of blue and he was very well built. He walked to the table very sure of himself. He just looked at the guy snapping the traps on my wife’s tits over and over and said “OK, my turn”. As he reluctantly left the table top and my wife’s breasts, they were noticeably marked with many red marks. Clearly which were going to develop into bruises. He looked at the table with junk piled on it and decided he liked the screw drivers. He picked both of them up and went to the boobs waiting for his assault. He just stood in front and slowly poked at them. Pushing the ends into the tit flesh all around avoiding the nipples. He pushed softly at first just to make the skin dimple in. He slowly began to jab the screw drivers harder making my wife winch in pain. I asked her if it was too much. She just said no tell him harder. I was so turned on by her need for these strangers to hurt her tits. He was pushing hard now. He would push until he could not see the tip any more. He fell short of stabbing her, but the marks were fantastic. His young girlfriend was amazed at his cruel attack on the disembodied tits before him. He began to drag the flat end of the screw driver across her tit and made a long deep scratch mark as it went. His young lady could not help but yell out rip that old tit up lover. With that he dug it deep and it broke skin deep he pushed it in a bit just the tip and wife cried and I saw her finger herself and cry, “I love you babe for this“. He took the screw driver off her tit and a trickle of blood dripped out. He did not go as deep as it originally looked. His cruel use of the screw drivers continued while I dug into the bag for his replacement. “12” I called out. The guy was 40 and very eager. He jump up and quickly headed for the table. He grabbed the box of tacks and waited for the other guy to step aside. As he left the gentleman knelt down and put the box down. He felt them bulging tits with both hands and kissed them tenderly and said so my wife could hear. “I want to ruin these tits so very bad“. He felt them for a bit then slapped one very hard. He was lost in pure lust. He grabbed the box of tacks and put to the base of my wife’s left tit and let it rest in the open top on the tacks and push pins. He seemed to enjoy the fact that they were at his mercy. He put his other hand on top of tit and began to push it into the tacks. She moan with pain as her tit was pushed on nearly 200 sharp tacks. He continued to push hard. He reached for a stool that was close that was the perfect height to put the box on and have her tit able to rest in the box. He began his assault again. Push hard and this time he slowly put his weight into it. He laugh and mumbled that they were being ruined. He lifted her tit from the box and 20 or so tacks were deeply embedded in her breast. He pushed them in all the way. He then moved to her other tit. He slowly did the same. The younger woman yelled step on it. He got up and slowly put his shoe on her right tit and began to mash it into the tacks. He was delirious with lust. He step up for a second on her tit and it seemed to go flat into the box. She screamed and looked to see her nod with approval. He got down again and looked at his handy work, her tits were both full of tacks. He sat down in front of them and began to lick her tits underside that were literally covered in tacks. It was great to see him lust after her damaged tits. He slowly removed the tacks and licked the blood each one left. As he did I slowly picked another number. “6” I called out. This time the young girl came to the front, she was 18 like her boyfriend and was clearly a sadistic woman. She had a face full of rings in her noise and ears, eyebrow and lip. Her hair was cut short. And she had many tattoo’s. So many for someone so young. Her face was made up with black make up. She looked like she was going to enjoy this. She stepped up to the table and looked for an object she would get the most satisfaction out of using. She picked up a box with broken glass in it. Turned and the previous guy got the last tack out he stood up and made room. She took her place at the pair of marked up boobs trapped in the table top. She slowly put the small stool under her right tit. It was so exciting to watch this young, badly disturbed woman set up her planned torture of my wife’s breasts. She let her tit rest on the stool as she picked up the box. The glass was very jagged and broken into large harsh looking pieces. She pinched her nipple to lift her tit and put the box under it. She dropped her tit into the broken glass with no concern at all. I loved her attitude. Her tit was cut right away. She took the box and began to shake it. My wife’s tit began to sink into the vibrating box of glass, her boobs were being cut very so small, but many times. She licked the top of her tit and began a stream of words that added to the enjoyment of our guests and really made my wife want as much as her tits could possibly take. She hated big tits and wanted to see this tit shredded into hamburger. She leaned down and bit her nipple with such furiousness. Lifting it out of the box and dropping back down. She knew the rules forbid dangerously deep cuts, so she held off pushing them down to hard to avoid damage that might not heal. She spend so much time on that right tit she ran out of time as I picked the next number. “20” was called out and this guy very dirty and nasty looking. He has not showered in a month by the looks of him. He got up and walked to the bloody right tit. The woman stepped aside and let him in. with a passing word to rip that tit up. I love hateful comments directed to those tits I love so much. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a leather tool. It is like a Swiss army knife. He opened it to the piles and reach down to the left boob and pinched her nipple with great force. It crushed under his grip. He lifted it and began to pull. As he did he said I want to rip this tit off and he pulled harder. Her tit was elongated and look weird to say the leased. He then moved it up and to the side all the while he said that this tit was as ugly as hell and would be worse when he finished. He just shock her tit wildly and her nipple was being ruined. He finally dropped it and blood dripped from her tender bud he laughed and opened a saw looking blade. He decided to remain on her left tit. He scraped it across her tit with no mercy making scrapes that were from top to the bottom. He just drug it across and marked her up badly. He stood and said next, with out needing to be asked finally saying that the tit was not worth the trouble for him. I liked him. “1” Another younger guy 24. Average looks and a lustful look in his eyes. He says, “finally before all I get is hamburger”. I want to ruin those wonderfully marked up tits. Make them my own with my marks. He walks to the table and nods and reaches in his pocket. A box cutters. He slips the blade out. “Now lets see what I can do with those fun bags”. He reaches for her right tit and holds it firm. And slices his name in her tit meat across the top in nice clean letter. Brian and after he is done he smiles. “Forever mine”, he smiles. He reaches for the left tit and continues with his hand writing. Brian again. He smiles and he slowly underlines his name over and over. The red lines are not deep enough to bleed, but are deep enough to leave scars of the name he put their. He then looks at the nipples now for the buds. He slowly puts the point to the nipple and pushes it goes in easy. And my wife cries out in pure lust and begs for him never to stop she has a puddle under her from Cumming. His words are making her head spin. He leans in and licks the drop of blood that forms on her bud. Like it were a drop of milk. He does the same to the other tit so helplessly mounted for his assault. As he nears the end of his time with her breasts, I reach for another number. “16” I call out. This time and older woman stands. She is shriveled up and you can see her better days are behind her. But in a strange way, she retains the shadow of her passed beauty. She is the wife of the 50 year old guy that used my wife’s tits early in the nights fun. She was 50 and her tits looked like they hung like empty balloons on her tiny frame. Face with so many wrinkles from a lifetime of parties. Now she stands to inflict pain on my wife’s boobs that are quite frankly in their prime. Big heavy and full. Now they stood full of cuts and bruises. But still handsome to look at and in a strange way more beautiful. She walks to the table and picks up the high heel shoe sitting at the end of the table. She holds it like a club. I think to my self finally a beating. She walked to the upended table and as the younger guy steps aside, he smiles and says to her, “I bet you wish your tits were as beautiful instead of having those empty bags hanging in front of you.” Her face just turned to stone. I winked at him and mouthed the words “Thank you,” to him. Because his words set her hate juices flowing. I could see her jealous rage building. She took the heel and brought it down hard on the right tit mounted so beautifully. Her tit bounced from the forceful blow. Leaving a small heel mark deep in her flesh. Fucking nasty tit” as she rears back and lands a harsh whack to the other tit. This time the heel left a blood welt. She truly hated her tits. The next hateful hit was directed at her nipple. She side armed it right into her bud. I was amazed at her aim. My wife’s boob just giggled from the blow. It was not as hard, because of the angle she had to wheeled the shoe to make the cruel hit. Her nipple took the hit very well, not much of a mark and she hit it many times in just a few seconds. Her nipple took the beating well. As she randomly hit her tits with the hatred of a woman jealous of another. I drew another number. “9” I called out. The group of party goers were all so amazed at the beating these tits were taken, they did not see the next abuser stand. The woman just hit her boobs with out mercy. He took his place and nudged the older woman aside. He took two boards from the table, old splinters and about two feet long (give or take a few inches). He then reached for some rope. He quickly went to the boobs waiting for the next imaginative torture that they would have to endure. He put the stool in between the luscious pair of damage tit flesh and laid one of the boards down, centered between the targets of his desire. Her tits both resting on the board as it balanced on the stool. He then put the other board across the top of her tits. This sandwiched them between the boards. He then took a small length of rope and tied the boards together at one end. Very tight. This made the other end of the top board angle up quite a bit. He then looked at me and the group and tied the top board on the other end and once it was secure, he looped the same rope around the bottom board on the end and began to pull up. The board tighten and began to get even with the bottom board. As it did it crushed her already bloated tits between. As soon as the felt resistance he pulled harder. Her skin in her tits looked like it would burst. But he laughed and pulled harder. I looked back at her and saw she was dripping, this told me she had cum yet again. He then stood on the stool feet spread as far as he could and still remain balanced. He took the rope and pulled up as hard as he could. We all could see his muscles flex and strain with the force he was applying. Her tits just mashed as flat as I even dreamed they would be. He quickly flipped the rope and began to rap it around the board ends securing it nearly as tight as he pulled. A bit of slack gave way, but not much. He tits were crushed at the base from the table and now the meaty part of her tits were being crushed and the skin was near bursting. He jumped down and looked at her tits all mashed and touched them as if he enjoyed the feeling of them so tightly crushed and pinched her nipples and lean in and began to lick her and continued for the remainder of his time. Enjoying the feeling of those breasts and the skin so tight. I reached in and picked another number. “21” was the next lucky attacker. I began to undo the rope trick and he asked if I would leave it. I looked and said ok but it has to come off after you. Because biding this tight is dangerous to leave for long. He the remaining guest approved. (We wanted to enjoy hurting them in ways many of these people would never enjoy again, I am sure. But not to the point of serious damage that would end up with them being removed. If she needed medical attention after the party we already agreed to go as far as we could despite the risk of a trip to the hospital). He walked to the them like he was headed for a buffet. He did not go to the table that still had a pile of hot tools to be used. He stood there for a second and touched them much like the other guy. This guy was average and was balding. 30 years of age. He began to slap them tight bound tits and began to increase the power of his strikes. I was liking this. It sounded very hot. The crack of his open hand on her tits, he hit them all around. Her tits were turning darker red and he kept the attack up. He began to rear back and really slap the nipples open handed. He was hitting with no mercy and and no concern for those breasts in any way. He kept hitting opened handed slaps over and over. His hands had to be hurting. As soon as his time was up. I told him to stop. He stood up and seen his handy work on her tit meat. He left them completely red from his hand prints that were so numerous that the finger marks were over lapping and could barely be made out. After this last round I figured to take a break, should I say give her tit’s a breather and inspect the damage and see if going on was a good idea. That might not be the best way to phrase it. “To see if her tits can take more and still survive,” might be better. I lifted the table after I took the crushing boards off to see what things were like. She pulled them from the table. They actually drug and dropped from the edge. It looked so great to me. She stood up and walked around to the crowd, her tits all beaten and cut. The cuts were actually small and superficial. Not very deep at all. The bruises were going to cover a great deal of her tits. Based on the deep red marks from the beating they took. The heel marks from the high heels were going to be really bad. They nearly broke skin, they look wonderfully bad. She stepped out into the front for all to see her tits as they sat on her chest and the their handy work. She did not handle her boobs. She seemed to enjoy then hanging with the pain. I took a wet cloth and wiped them down for her. She really enjoyed it. She later told me, it made her feel like a prize fighter being wiped down between rounds. Except, it was for blood and not sweat. She stood there for a short time and I saw the some color return to her boobs from the blood returning. She then walked to the people invited to hurt her and let them touch her. It was hot. As they touched and fondled her tits I sat and watched the spectacle. She loved it. No one treated her harshly now. They just wanted to handle them and feel them after they had received the worst treatment they have ever seen a pair of breasts take, especially since she wanted the abuse. She was feeling good about her tits and she turned and said to me. “Let’s set the table upright.” I looked at her, she smiled and pointed for me to put the table back on it legs. I thought she might have had enough. I would have understood. I mean she had taken some serious abuse that not many women would have taken. She just looked around as I set the table upright. She then asked a few people to move an old bench that was in the basement when we bought the place and move it to the table. I suddenly figured out her plan. She was hopping the bench was tall enough to have her lay flat with her tits still in the table, but this time so they lay on the table top as she lay on the bench underneath. She was wanting them to be like a center piece. I smiled big. She laid on the bench and shoved it under with her on it. Her tits scraped the table edge as she went under. The table was already open, so we could put her breasts in the right place. I asked one of the younger guys to climb up on the table top and stand on one side of the table. As he got up I had one person hold one end and me on the other. When the guy on top was in position I asked him to bend over and pinch her nipples as hard as he could and pull. Her tits came up nicely and he pulled desperately hard. I told him to lean back if he had to, he did. It is amazing what boobs can really take when no there is no concern for the pain being inflicted. I pushed the table closed as far as I could, trapping her again. I looked at her tits sitting on the table top. They did not flatten out, like I thought. They looked like they were tied. Big hard and firm from being crushed. I looked around and found the bag with the remaining numbers. “3” I called out. A thin man of 35 stood up and walked to the table. He smiled and lean down and suckled her breast, one then the other. He did not even look at the junk left to use and began to bite. He bit her hard and pulled up and her skin stretched up clamped in his teeth. He let go and dove in for more tit. He greedily bit her and pulled up he moved around her taunt breasts and bit her as hard as he could with out breaking skin. He was amazing. He was on a mission to bite her all over her tits. And leave marks that covered her boobs. He bit and dropped her tits. I knew she was OK, because she truly loved teeth. As he went about his business. I picked the next punisher. “15” this young lady of 20 stood up and walked to the table. She looked on the guy was chewing my wife’s tits as if he was eating after being starved for weeks. She looked at me and said, “I am not a lesbian!” I looked at her and said, “It is not required that you be a lesbian,” She smiled and replied, “I just want to hurt them very badly, I want to hate them seeing all these people seem to love them, even if they are hurting them.” I smiled and said to her, “Well you can do anything, for any reason.” She took a box of nails and set them on the table. And with a pure look of hatred in her face, she took one of the nails and pushed it into my wife’s tit just below the nipple. She stooped as soon as she felt it break skin. She let it go and it fell to the side just barely in the skin. She took more and proceeded to push them in the same way. Just breaking the skin and letting them fall to the side. It made for good looking torture. My wife was enjoying this to end. As she continued to poke nail after nail into those battered tits. I picked yet another number. “25” a large man stood up, nearly 400 pounds. He was the biggest person by far and had a look in his eyes that brought fear to my face. He was full of rage. He walked up surprisingly fast for a huge person. His hands were massive and rough. He reached and grabbed a tit in each hand and gave a powerful squeeze. Her tit meat was oozing out between his massive sausage like fingers. He gave a twist and she moaned loudly under the table. I could see the skin turn red very quickly under the pressure he was applying. He let go and smiled and raised his big right hand and slapped her hard across that reddened tit and it bounced back and forth from the force. I had never seen them hit so hard. Let alone was ever able to apply any were near that kind of force. It was side to side to avoid breaking her ribs. He seemed to know his own strength. I looked under the table at her face to make sure she was still awake and not knocked out. She was fine and winked and said that was great. I smiled and hoped to see more. He did not disappoint. He began a slow drum beat of her tits mounted on the top of the table swinging side to side. Her breasts jumped from side to side. It was amazing. He stopped and leaned down and took a deep bite of her tit and dug his teeth deep. And stood up. And walked to his seat. “17” was next. He got up and headed right for the table. He picked a stapler. The old school kind so common. He reached for a tit and pinched the side and put it on the fold of skin that formed from the pulling of her tit and clicked it shut. Driving a staple right through it. And folding it over. I was shocked at how calmly he did it and he continued for 20 or more staples in her skin. He then did it to the other tit. He had nearly 50 staples in her tits when he finished. He then reached for the staple puller. He quickly began to pull them free of her flesh. It hurt more coming out than going in. I leaned down and did my normal check of my wife to ensure she was taking it and still willing to accept the pain. She was and she was in a state of pain bliss. He finish after some time and her tits where none the worse for wear and it was amazing so much pain with so little damage. “4” was the next number I picked. The last of the women walked to the table and picked up the box cutters. She was a good looking woman, but she was topless. I mean not tits to speak of. I knew she must be jealous of the full tits she was about to enjoy. Even if they were badly marked up and cut. They still remained beautiful. I actually made a request of this attacked. I asked her to it with her top off. I wanted to see her flat chested body cutting tits I knew she must be envious of. She agreed and removed her top. She was totally with out tits, she had tiny nipples which were rock hard from her anticipation of hurting a real woman’s tits. She took the blade and pulled the safety cover back and walked to her tits. I leaned down and said to my wife, that she has a sharp knife and she has no tits of her own and she might be dangerous. My wife asked me to stop her. So I did. The woman was furious, and began to bitch. I told her to just hold on for a second. She went on about my promise to allow her to enjoy these tits and she could cut them and on and on. I leaned down and asked her she was “OK?”. She said to let her go. I was a bit surprised but after thinking, I guess she had been hurt for some time and by nearly 20 people all bent on causing her tits pain. I let her go. She said as she found a chair and sat down she asked me to pull the table to her. I looked a bit dumfounded. So I did she put them on the table and said very loudly. “OK, bitch cut away.” I smiled and now knew why she wanted to be let free. She wanted to enjoy the woman and watch her and her hate filled eyes as she cut her. The woman smiled and walked to her. She leaned down and fondled them tits for a bit of time. I decided to give her more time, since she was so full of hate. She actually talked to my wife as she handled her breasts. I will try and put down some of what she said. She told her that she wanted to hurt her tits so badly. My wife wanted her really angry and taunted her about her lack of breast meat. She replied, that she could under stand since she had yet to begin to fill out. She took the blade and dug it in the top of her tit and drug it along the out side to the bottom. My wife’s head flew back and she moaned loudly saying, dam bitch. The woman looked and smiled, she had cut a long line down my wife’s tit top to bottom from the out side. It was just a scratch. She took her tit and held it hard. And pushed the blade into her nipple and cut her areola around the bud. My wife looked and smiled as she clinched her teeth. This woman was good and words do not do her justice when it comes to her motions and attitude. She cut her many times and all were shallow. She put the blade down and lean in and sucked her tits for some time. She sucked and licked her tits until all the blood was gone and the bleeding stopped. She looked liked she loved them tits now. What a crazy bitch. She stood up and walked away. She got a round of applause. “11” was next. This black guy stood up, older a bit rough looking and very strong looking. He asked to pull his cock out while he used her tits. I looked at my wife and agreed. He took out his cock and let it hang. He was a bit happy that she was no longer crushed in the table. He asked if she would stand. She did and I reminded him, no sex. He smiled and nodded. He took a rope and tied her right tit very tight, while letting her left tit free. He walked passed the table to the corner where I had a dirty plastic fan the osculating type. He brought it back and plugged it in. Before he turned it on, he removed the safety cover. Now the blades could spin free and I liked his idea. He turned it on the lowest setting, as the blades spun he took my wife by the shoulders and walked her to it. The guy took the fan and slowly pushed it into her tied tit. It hit her hundreds of times as he smiled wildly. She did not back away from the spinning plastic blades. He moved it to her untied tit and pushed it to her dirty pillow. The site was great. Her tied tit bounced much like a ball would, but her natural tit sunk in on the blades and flopped as it hit it. He pulled it away and turned it to high. He again put it to her tied tit. The blades spinning much faster made her tit bounce and made some deep red marks as it deformed her tied tit as it hit it. He pressed it in hard and smiled. His cock was rock hard and dripped. He took it back to her untied tit and rammed it into her tit meat. It looked unreal as it bounced her soft flabby looking tit all around and quickly. He pushed it in harder that before and she moaned loud and cried it was weird and painful. He shot his cum all over the floor. He got off just hurting her tits. He thank us for letting him have his cock out. “18” He stood up and walked to the table and asked “could I use any thing down here?” I told him “yes.” He walked to the stairs and went under it and brought out 4 cinder blocks I had stored under there for no real good reason. He took them and put them on the table. He took rope and tied it to 2 of the blocks and asked her to sit down. She quickly did and as she sat down she reached for the rope that had her tit tied so tight. He quickly asked her to leave it tied. She smiled and left it tied. He took one end of the rope tied to the heavy block and tied it to her tit tightly around her areola. This took some doing. But her managed it and slowly pushed the block to the end of the table. He let it drop. It looked like it nearly ripped her tit off. It was stretched very nicely. I was surprised the rope did not let got of her nipple. But it hung on. He then took one of the untied blocks and put it on her stretched out tit. It made her tit look like mortar under it. He looked and smiled and then took the rope from the other block he tied and tied it to her tit. The nipple was not going to work because it was tight like a ball. He pushed the block off the table and it fell nearly to floor falling just inches above it. Her tits were being pulled in two different ways. The tied tit looked like it was being pulled from her chest from the base. He took the second block and put it on top of her tied tit. He had to balance it, because it was round and not pulled flat. It was like an elephant balancing in a big circus ball. He stood back and smiled. He went to the tit that was tied and round and picked up the block and rubbed it on her taunt skin and small scratches began to appear. Leaving small dust and rock particles in her tit. He stopped and lifted it off and put it down on top of the other brick on her untied tit. Her tit looked so sexy under those bricks. He slowly untied the other brick and lifted in and put in on top of the two already crushed her untied tit. It looked so flat under the weight. He cut the rope holder her last hanging block and lifted it to the pile on top of the table, as it was put atop the pile she cried I am Cumming. And she moaned and he finished his pile. He let them piled as he sat down. “23” was next. He stood up and walked to me and asked me if he could leave the blocks on her tit. I smiled and agreed to his request. He walked to her and put his finger on the nipple protruding from the pile and pressed it hard into the hard surface of the table. She cried out as he simply mashed her bud flat and dug his nail in hard it broke her brown nipple skin. She moan and cried the whole time. He let up and went to her tied tit and held it and lifted it from the table as much as he could considering the other tit was mashed under four cinder blocks. He seemed to enjoy it’s feel. I could not blame him, I have often just held them tied up, feeling the taunt feel of her tit as it turned red and dark as the time pasted. He let it drop and took off his belt and began to whip her tied tit. He just tore into it and left many welts on it as he left the blocked tit alone. He must have hit her forty times and stopped and picked it off the table again. He could feel the welts as they began to rise on her tit. “10”This guy looked wild. Long beard and dirty like he had taken a bath in a year and wore dirty torn clothing. He walked to the table and lifted the blocks from her tit. It looked terrible being mashed for long. He lifted it and shook it until it began to regain it color. He picked up a long piece of wood and put it on the table, he then untied her other tit. When he was finished, he took the board and put it on her breasts and put one of the blocks on it. He grabbed the board end and pulled. Her tit under the board began to slightly roll before it began to drag across her tit. It looked wild seeing it drag on her skin like that. When it fell to just one tit, it bounced slightly lower and I could see wood splinters embedded in her tit. The board continued until it feel off her other tit. He did this again but with two blocks and drug it the other way. Then with three and finally with four. I knew she was near her limit as he drug the board across her tits with four cinder blocks but it left many splinters in her. He let it drop off and went to see his handy work, his smile was reward enough for my dear wife. “22” was next and he quickly stood up and he jokingly said “Thought I would get my turn at those tits with so many people doing so much to those wonderfully beautiful tits” My wife smiled and looked down at her tits with all the bruising and cuts and now wood splinters in them. He asked if he could just play and joy them.. I smiled and said sure. He held them gently, but even this hurt now. So in away he was hurting as he was gentle with them. He soothed them for her and I gave him twice as much time, since he was being so gentle and caring to them. He slowly took the splinters out of them very slow and lovingly and his touch seemed to sooth her more and more. I as a bit jealous, but had to let him do any thing to them. He asked for a wash cloth and water and he cleaned her wounds. The water turned red with blood as he opened old wounds to clean them out. He was like a doctor, he enjoyed what he was doing and it looked hot too. He finished by giving each tit a loving kiss. I was picking the next number. “5” was next. He stood up and headed directly for the table. He picked up all the corn on the cobs skewers. The had very sharp but small ends only and inch. But thinking of them in my skin was a terrifying thought. He quickly walked to her with her tits out so clean and soothed he just jammed one into her tit with out warning. It went in deep and he left it buried to the hilt in her breast. He asked her to hold her tit up and put another one to her tit and pushed it into her tit. He quickly had all of them in her tits. The sight of 20 skewers that looked like little cobs of corn in her tits, as tiny trickles of blood ran from each one. He touched the end of them and pushed them slightly. He liked how it looked and played with them. My wife liked it to. She liked it to, based on the look on her face. Looking at her tits as she held them up like things to be shown off (which they were). “13” was the next one called and nearing the end of our party, he was very excited. He stood up and approached my wife’s skewered tits. He reached and pulled each skewer out with no concern for her at all. He quickly went to the table and took all the cans with the lids cut off. He asked her to lift her tits. Which she did gladly. As she did he placed a can under each tit. She set them on the cans, they looked good resting like that. He placed a hand on top of each tit and began to push them down onto the can’s open tops and her tits began to envelop the cans. It mush have hurt, because she began to make faces as if it hurt, closing her eyes and clinching her teeth. He looked close at the cans and seeing slowly disappear under her flesh smiled. He had a idea spring into his head. He let go and pinched each tit by it’s nipple and lifted, to see what he had done. The can top cut her tit slightly as it slowly filled the can’s open top and scraped as it slowly filled the can from the top with more pressure. He moved the cans slightly after asking her to hold her battered breasts for him. He then went and picked up one of the cinder blocks and asked her to put them down yet again. He then placed the block on top of her boobs and they sunk deep onto the cans again. It put a lot of pressure on her tits and pressed them hard on top of and into the cans. He looked close and licked her tits and nipples as he examined her tits being crushed on top of the sharply cut open cans. As is time came to a close, he lifted the block off of her and pulled the cans from under her breasts. They momentarily stuck to the cans, he simply pulled them off her. Her tits were bleeding from the can lid and left small blood rings on the table were she laid them after his assault. “7” Lucky number “7” was next. He stood up and number “8” fallowed him. I guess to be right there when his turn came around. Well, he grabbed them breasts very hard and groped them very hard his fingers dug into her tits deeply. This guy did not seem to have any plans, just to grab and grope. He put them down and he pushed them into the table top and just watched her tits flatten out her pushed them together and pushed to see how they look nipple to nipple. The other guy was busy gathering skewers. We had about 12 turkey type skewers that every one seemed to bypass. The other guy filled his mouth with my wife’s marked and cut tits sucking one deep into his mouth. He had a big mouth and a great portion of her tit meat disappeared into it. He let them go suddenly and he let them fall and rest naturally on her chest. He slowly lifted his hand and began to slap them over and over. The whole time the guy with the skewers looked on making nasty cruel faces while showing off what her obviously wanted to shove into her breasts. The slapping guy just like to see them bounce and just hit them hard enough to watch them. It was kind of wild watching her tits bounce and flop around at the hands of this guy. But to be honest I was waiting with baited breath for the skewers. I asked around the room if they would mind if I gave this guy unlimited time. I got nothing but “yeses” from the people. They too wanted to see how much he was willing to do. Finally I called the final number. “8” and he got to his place right in front of those battered tits he must have being just itching to attack. We all sat down and looked on as if it was a blockbuster movie and we could not wait for it to start. He had her sit down and he put the table in front of her to rest them on. But he did not let them rest long. He took a skewer in each hand, they were about a foot long. He began simple, by poking them with the skewers just enough to push her skin in, but not break skin. He had to be careful of where he did this, because of the many cuts and scrapes already on her boobs. Since her tits were covered in cuts from glass and blades and cans etc. It was hard to do. He slowly would poke her tit and try to pick them up from the table. This looked wild and made every one smile with how much they thought it had to hurt. He finally took a tit and began to push the metal rod into her breast. It took some doing to make it break her skin, But it went in with a snapping like motion. He slowly pushed it through her tit meat deep behind her nipple. Once it reached the other side, it stretched her skin as it tried to come out from her delicious tit. It finally broke free with the same snap. It looked strangely exciting seeing that metal rod in her tit so deep and it did not seem to be the most painful thing she has done. Or in better words let be done. The next one, he picked an already broken area. He found a cut and the skewer went in so much easier. He shoved it deep and left it with out making it come out. He took another skewer and lifted her tit and made her stand just enough, that her breast was high enough off the table to put the skewer. As he held it, he rested her tit on it and told her to sit , which she did. He boob was on the cruel object and it was so distorted because of how it poked her from below. He slowly pushed her tit on it like a piece of meat and it looked so good him holder her tit as it slid down the skewer, after it popped into her tit. He pushed it down to the table until it popped out the top. These skewers had the sharp end and the other end was bend into a finger size ring. So they were not going to be pulled all the way threw. He had 9 more to put into her. We could not wait to see how it would end up. He grabbed her tit and held it firm as he began to push his second skewer into her tit from the side. It took some force to break through. But it did in dramatic fashion. He did not push it all the way this time. Just about half way and left it. It looked great so much steel in her breast. He then took skewer number three. He did the same but from the top. Just like before it took some effort, but it was well worth it. He did the same and just pushed it half way. He was concentrating on one tit. He seemed to have a plans on putting all ten into this lone tit. It was making every one watching so excited. My wife’s face was like stone. I knew she was trying to endure this on slot on her tit. It was pushing her to her limits, but she did not ask for it to stop. I knew she wanted more. He roughly took her skewered tit and began to push number four into her breast. He was going from all angles. He put all nine half way in and it looked like a cruel star. There was very little blood to suggest the sever torment that beautifully skewered tit was enduring. Nine skewers all from different direction, with one all the way thru. What a fitting end to our party. We said good bye to our guests and told them to keep in touch for our next party and thought maybe they could think of ideas. As they filed out each took the time to fondle the skewers and the tit they were embedded in as they left. It was fun seeing them try for one more chance to inflict a bit of pain as they were leaving. We have gotten many phone calls since we had this party and it seems it was a successes.
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  14. TAgs:MOstly cum drinking and humiliation to start. For chapter-specific warnings (things will get gradually more intense), check out chapter Chapter 4 - Day 4 - The broom wrangler's new clothes BY Krombomich Albus sighed. "Miss Granger, what is it you are wearing?" "Oh, it's my nightgown. You took my uniform to wash yesterday, remember?" "What were you wearing when you left my office yesterday?" "Nothing sir, thank goodness it was so late. I think only the hallway paintings saw me running to the Gryffindor tower. The fat lady was quite shocked." "You don't seem to be getting my point, Miss Granger. Take this abomination off immediately and throw it in the fire" Hermione laughed until she met the serious gaze of Dumbledore, who was being quite literal. Before taking off her nightgown, Hermione asked: "Can I have my uniform, sir?" "We'll get to that later, Miss Granger." "Yes professor." Hermione replied with a sigh, understanding the implications. She had a brand new pair of underwear on. Albus thought of having her take them off along with the rest but he doubted she'd agree to wear the new uniform he just bought for her without them. He could still get off just by admiring her thigh gap and the subtle outline of her perfect innie slit through the white fabric. "Did you shower in the boys washroom like I instructed?" Hermione blushed. "Yes, sir" "How did it go? Did you make friends?" "Y...yes. I made two friends. They were surprised to see me there. They told me I had the wrong shower. I told them I wanted to be here. They took that to mean I needed help, I guess, to... wash myself. They were very... handsy, but not like those Slytherin perverts. Gryffindors have class. They soaped me up, and washed me, spend a lot of time washing my... breasts then between my legs. When they started trying to slide fingers inside me, I got down on my knees and used the hand technique you showed me. They went in my mouth, i swallowed and we went our separate ways. It felt good to be in control. Honestly, professor, if it was always like this I wouldn't mind at all." "I'm glad to hear that, Miss Granger. But there is always room for improvement. Come, sit on my desk I will show you a new method you may want to use today." Hermione casually walked towards Dumbledore's desk. She was no longer trying to cover herself up in front of him. Albus lost his train of thought watching her breast bounce lightly with every step. "Errr, right. Let's see here." Dumbledore opened his robes and exposed his member, already ready for action. He usually towered over Hermione, who was used to the view of his dick from below while kneeling, but with her sitting on his desk, the tip of his long tool standing upright stopped at her chin. "We call this a boob job. It's quite popular." Albus let his meat fall between Hermione's breast. She shrieked. "I don't think I like this method, professor" Hermione said as Dumbledore started massaging her breast as he's done before but also pushing them together and rubbing his junk on her chest. "Really Miss Granger? This way you keep your hands clean. Unless you're pressed for time, then you can use your hands to prepare two other boys. Now when I come, I want you to put your lips on the tips so nothing spills." "Professor, this is where I draw the line. I know it's called a blowjob and it's something I will NEVER do to you or anyone. Let me go, I have classes." "I thought you'd be happy to not have to carry a big goblet around again that this Malfoy fellow can knock out of your hands whenever he wants. " "No... no more goblet"? "If you put your lips on the tip and you don't let any spill, I will trust your word on the quantity you've ingested." "That would make it so much easier" Hermione said still weighing the pros and cons. "Better decide fast, Miss Granger, I'm coming." With her mouth slightly higher than the tip and her breasts in Albus' vice grip, Hermione had two choices: seal her lips around the tip of his cock or get blasted in the face by half a liter of cum hours after her shower and before a full day of classes. She closed her eyes and gave it a kiss. Hermione was used to swallowing cum from above. It was harder from this angle. She had to actively suck the cum to the back of her throat before swallowing. She had learned from all the cum drinking sessions that it's not a good idea to wait for your mouth to be completely full before swallowing. You have to get ahead of the flow. "That's it, Miss Granger, keep sucking. Drain my balls of every drop." Hermione thought the professor was on to something because she felt several more mouthfuls of cum pass through with this method. "Keep sucking I have another one in me" To Hermione, her lips were already tainted by the touch of a man's genitals/ There was no reason not to continue other than missing out on preparing for class. Her head was bobbing up and down to Dumbledore's strokes in the fleshlight he created himself with her breasts. Hermione could feel the warmth of his skin and the ridge of his veins. She was quite used to having her breasts played with by now and this wasn't all that different. At least that's what she convinced herself of. While Dumbledore was replenishing his reserves, he decided to have a chat with his star pupil. "So, my dear, how many loads would you say it took for you to fill that goblet." Hermione took a break from her suckling to say: "Just one sir". That was the first time Dumbledore heard her make a joke. She winked and smiled, before getting back to her task, the cuteness of which accelerated Dumbledore's build up by several minutes. "I meant students, you little minx" "About twenty I'd say" Hermione was grossly understating the amount to give herself a break. Her studying had taken quite a hit these past few days. "Today I want you to swallow forty loads." "Sir, I don't have time.." "Fifty" Hermione rolled her eyes and put her lips back in place. She spent the rest of the session glaring at Dumbledore with annoyance, which he enjoyed. After ten more minutes of sucking and bobbing, Dumbledore rewarded Hermione's patience with a batch of freshly brewed semen, which she gulped down expertly. "I want to try one more position before you go." "I don't have much time, professor!" "Well then you better not waste it arguing with me. Lay down on my desk facing up." Hermione didn't like where this was going but it needed to happen fast for her not to be late. Once she climbed and laid down on his desk, Dumbledore pulled her towards the edge until her head was no longer supported. He placed his cock between her breasts once again but with Hermione's head almost being between his legs. Hermione felt uncomfortably close to Dumbledore's heavy ball sack. She had glanced at it in the past but from a reasonable distance thanks to Dumbledore's impressive size. When Dumbledore began his back and forth after getting a good grip on her perky owls, Hermione's worries concretized and his wrinkly scrotum holding testicles the size of her fists started slapping against her face. "I definitely don't like this one" Hermione said, turning her head as much as she could but still getting a faceful of balls every second. "If you want this to be over quickly, Miss Granger, I suggest you put your hands to good use." Hermione now had a multitude of reasons to get out of this reverse boobjob, so she grabbed the base of Albus' cock and rubbed as best she could while trying not to get distracted by the ball slaps until Dumbledore released her breasts and backed a foot away. Without hesitation she used her hands to position his knob to her mouth and took another load. Swallowing while upside-down was quite a challenge that left a burning sensation in her nose from cum invading her nostrils. When Dumbledore backed away, Hermione quickly turned over and climbed off his desk. "My uniform, please, I have to leave now" "Of course, Miss Granger, fresh from the wash." Hermione put the shirt on first, or at least tried to. It was even smaller than the one from before and only the bottom two buttons had any chance to be buttoned. At its best effort, the shirt barely managed to cover her nipples. The inside of her areloas and her full magnificent cleavage was exposed. "Oh no, professor it shrunk!" "I'm so sorry dear, I can't get anything right. " "Oh rats, I think the skirt shrunk too! Hermione said as she held it up. Hermione tried the skirt on, it still fit her minuscule waist perfectly but the length was now short to the point of the bottom of her underwear being visible from almost any angle. Had she seen it in a store, Hermione would have thought it a wide belt. "It's still fine, Miss Granger. You better hurry to class." Hermione was starting to tear up. The idea of being late to class seemed more humiliating than having to wear these quasi-clothes. Besides, being late would only draw attention to her. But, before she could leave, Dumbledore imparted her with today's challenge. "One of each house at least again." "Of course" "And a teacher" "I had you three times this morning, professor!" "A different professor. Carry on." Later... Hermione returned late in the afternoon, cheery for once. Other than her socks ripping at the knees, she didn't seem to have been mishandled today. "Good afternoon, professor." "Back so soon, Miss Granger? I take it your day went well" Yes sir, I had a Ravenclaw and Slytherin between morning classes, spent all lunch and free period in the Gryffindor tower where I well-exceeded my quota and managed to seduce a shy Hufflepuff on my way here. I've been dying to give you a blowjob, headmaster. May I?" "You never have to ask, Miss Granger." Dumbledore stayed in his chair but swiveled right to give Hermione plenty of space. She was oddly enthusiastic. He barely had it out that she was suckling on the tip, sliding her tiny hands all over the shaft and rubbing her breast against his pole. Albus closed his eyes for a long orgasm. He wanted to focus on the sound of Hermione swallowing his load, mouthful after mouthful. He never got tired of that sound. When he was finished, to make sure she stayed for another go, he grabbed her hair and kept her in place. He waited for her to start licking and sucking again, making sure she got the message, before releasing her. Hermione didn't go anywhere. She went back to her strangely motivated behavior, now massaging his balls. Albus had a feeling that she was trying to distract him from the fact she had not completed her bonus assignment today. Perhaps she thought this would get her out of a punishment. It wouldn't, but it was a good occasion for him to push her boundaries. "You're getting really good, dear girl" But you should try getting deeper. Hermione took her lips off his cock for the first time in 10 minutes only to ask: "Deeper?". "Here, put your mouth on again. I'll show you." Hermione obeyed, her fake lust now dissipated by the fear of a new, potentially painful experience. Dumbledore then pushed hard on the back of her head. Her gagged cries were almost intelligible "nuh nuh it whuht ghu" "If you stop tensing up, it will go." Dumbledore could feel he was making some progress; Hermione's mouth was stretched to a ridiculous extent, but there was so little left of his head to go that he gave a big push. She actually looked relieved when the thickest part of the head found its way in, giving the stretched corners of her lips a relative respite. "Much better, continue Miss Granger." Hermione looked at him with puppy eyes. When Dumbledore had no reaction, she tried resuming her blowjob to the best of her abilities. Sucking with her entire mouth completely invaded was a different adventure. It was more about contracting her throat as if she wanted to swallow it whole. Of course, something that big could never get past her tonsils, but the suction did create a guttural sucking effect, the rhythm of the sloppy clicking sound of her throat opening and closing was only interrupted by an occasional slurp of the saliva and precum threatening to drip out of small openings in the corners of her opened mouth. Hermione gagged hard when Dumbledore released again, but there was nowhere for the cum to go but down her throat. With tears rolling on her cheeks, Hermione tried her best to keep sucking. She had swallowed so much cum today that there was no room left in her stomach. But it would all be worth it once a relaxed and tired Dumbledore would dismiss her for the night without a torturous punishment. She tried. She really did, but the courage needed to ask one of her professor if he could cum in her mouth just kept eluding her again and again at every opportunity. Once the ordeal over, she tried to pull her mouth off of Dumbledore's glans but was stuck. She had given about sixty oral treats today alone, so she knew that, normally, a cock should start going soft by now. Albus had no normal cock. She counted the interminable seconds until she could plop it out of her mouth. "A little deeper my dear." Only the tone came through Hermione's response. It was obvious she didn't think this was possible. "Well, Miss Granger, if you don't manage to put that tongue of yours on my sweaty balls, you'll receive today's punishment for failing at your task AND lying about it. Hermione was more upset than anything about being called a liar. She didn't technically lie, but she was not in a position to argue semantics, or articulate words in general. Her choices were limited. It's not like Albus' monstrous phallus would ever make it an inch farther. She figured she should check the checkbox of making an attempt. Perhaps trying was all that Dumbledore wanted to see, given the ridiculousness of his request. So, she jammed the tip of Albus's prick to the opening of her throat and gagged hard on it. Even coughing properly was impossible. A few more attempts had the same results. She waited for Dumbledore's response. "I guess I'm being unfair, this is not something that you can do..." Hermione's eyes smiled with relief "...on your own." Dumbledore grabbed the hair at the back of her head and used his cock head as a battering ram for her throat. It was a bit like Hermione's attempts but a lot more powerful and completely ignoring her choking. Hermione was too busy gasping small breaths between gags, she didn't even notice that Dumbledore was successfully remodeling her passage. Before long, Hermione had ten inches of dick moving in and out her throat. She still had quite a few inches to got, but that was the last thing on her mind. Right now, she wanted to breath again. "Relax, my dear. Just relax and it'll be OK." Missing oxygen had a negative impact on Hermione's relaxation... at first, but when her head started to be a bit light, her throat loosened and a sliver of air squeezed to her lungs. She had to inhaled through her nose with unusual effort but it was enough to keep her alive, conscious even, for now. "I gave you a good start, Miss Granger, how about you take care of the rest while I take it easy for a bit. Albus slid his hands down between his wide open legs and her head to reach her supple jugs to casually jiggle and squeeze. He sat back and had his fun, while Hermione was thinking of a way out of her predicament. She never thought she would get this far to begin with so she tried pushing a little bit, just to see. It moved. Not much, but it was something. The next attempt made her gag, which was the worst thing to do in her situation. It took a minute for her throat to settle down and start letting in an almost negligible amount of air again. She came seconds away from passing out. She would have to be more careful in the future. "Times up, Miss Granger, I'll begin your punishment. If you reach the end, we can stop." No deliberate sound could escape her mouth at this point. All she could do was race to the finish before things got too intense.The theme of punishments had always been her ass but at least that was out of reach... Albus bent over and picked up something from the floor at the side of his desk. "Ive been learning about Quidditch the past few days. It's a wonderful sport. They let me borrow this broom." Albus grabbed Hermione's petite waist. He could almost wrap his hands entirely around it. He then flipped her up in the air. With a cock still in the throat, the gravity of the situation gave Hermione a couple of bonus inches on her task. After ripping off Hermione's underwear, his next step was to insert the Nimbus 2000 unceremoniously right into her poop chute. The wood scraped against the wand already in there and the dragonstring sparked in protest. Albus was used to the wand's difficult nature and ignored it. Hermione would have screamed louder than she ever screamed in her life if she could of. Her eyes were doing the screaming, but they could only yell at Dumbledore's crotch in her current position. Her flailing legs were at least an inconvenience to Dumbledore's efforts, albeit minor. He had the strength of ten men and she felt so weak, so small. Once the broom was at least as deep as the wand, Albus let go of Hermione entirely. Her legs swung back down and just as her knees were about to smash against the cold stone floor, a force from within her rectum pulled her up and kept her horizontal. The broom was levitating. Her entire lowerbody weight pushing down on her stretched and abused asshole. "It works!" Hahaha" Come on broom, come to daddy." The broom pushed forward. Hermione's eyes grew even wider. The wand poking her insides was one thing, but the sentient broom was trying to delve deeper into her colon. Dumbledore now had perfect access to her dangling teats and was squeezing them as one would milk a cow. Now that something was pushing in the other direction, sliding the cock out of her throat seemed even less plausible for Hermione than before. She could only go forward and her little gymnastic routine had gotten her so close to the finish line. She grabbed the legs of the chair and pulled. Trying to match the painful thrusts of the broom, she tugged and tugged. Every tiny increment took several minutes. Taking air kept requiring more effort and she was getting tired just from breathing alone. Her eyes had been closed for a while now, trying to meditate, focusing on her breathing and her pulling cadence. Then she felt something tickling her face. It was pubes. Sweet wonderful pubes! She was about to double her efforts for the final inch when then rest slid right in with a plop. The head had cleared the opening of her stomach. Her face was now buried in Dumbledore's loins and he had chosen this moment to expel another round in her already bloated belly. This was a brand new way for Hermione to experience Dumbledore's orgasm. She could feel every twitch, every pulse, every spurt flowing through the entire length directly in her stomach. That shameful feeling was overpowering her again, being used as a cocksleeve while anally mounting a broom was so degrading. She didn't feel like a champion. She felt like a slut who liked being used. She had only herself to blame for getting in this situation. Her hand reached her pussy and she managed to join Albus during the second half of his satisfaction. Once she came back to earth after her orgasm, Hermione wondered while there was still a large cock all the way down her throat, a broom plowing her ass and hands milking her titties. She thought "When was this going to be over? What was it he said? Lick his balls. Right. Easier said than done." Her lips were already stretched to their limit, but as it was the final step, and now that her jaw had plenty of time to adapt, Hermione pushed her tongue hard between her lips and the flesh invader to create an opening. Once it reaches a hairy, wrinkly surface, she moved it up and down . She had done it. "Wingardium LevioSA Wingardium LevioSA!" The Albus imposter was trying his hand at magic for the first time, having gone through the first few pages of a beginner's guide earlier. He was trying to get the broom to lift and flip Hermione back to the upside down position that made the insertion possible. Nothing was happening, other than the Nimbus continuing its relentless plowing. Hermione, less annoyed by her situation than the improper intonation of the levitation charm, pushed a few fingers past the crazy broom and clawed at her wand, now deeper than ever before, eventually getting enough of it within reach to pull it out from her own ass. Ghghgh ghghGHgh. Even that garbled mess was better than Albus's failed attempt. The broom was lifted in the air, taking Hermione with it until the angle was enough for the broom to pull itself out of her body entirely. This time she did crash on the floor. Dumbledore had slightly soften by then and Hermione's throat gave birth to a slimy sausage before she fully collapsed. "Miss Granger, wake up, please." Hermione's opened her eyes, the room was blurry. "Levi-O-sa" she managed to say at a barely audible volume. "Right, anyway. I hope you can put your new skills to good use tomorrow. You may leave." She didn't forget her underwear this time but noticed Dumbledore had tore them up while getting them off of her. "You can start wearing panties again when you fully complete a challenge, Miss Granger." Only whispers came out of Hermione's bruised throat: "Professor my skirt is too short now; I need underwear." "Then stop disappointing me, Miss Granger. Dismissed."