Hermione blew out a breath just to see it fog in the cold air.
She really didn’t want to walk.
Pansy did offer to give her a ride, but she didn’t want to be trapped in a car with her bullies either.
Pansy, Millicent, and Daphne caught up to her. She assumed to try to talk her into accepting the ride. But they didn’t say anything.
Hermione’s stomach dipped from the smirks on their faces.
“Is it true that if you lick a metal pole when it’s cold out, your tongue gets stuck?” Daphne asked.
“I don’t know.” Hermione said. But that’s when she noticed the pole not far from them.
Millicent pinned her arms behind her back and dragged her along to the pole.
Hermione tried to keep her mouth closed but Pansy pinched her nose and demanded that she open up.
Hermione could only hold her breath for so long. And as soon as she opened her mouth to gasp for air, Millicent shoved her hand in and roughly pinched Hermione’s tongue.
She pulled Hermione’s tongue out of her mouth and forced her head up to the pole by her tongue.
Millicent made a show of debating where to stick her to the pole, like it was a great party game.
She dragged Hermione’s head lower, forcing her to bend over so she wouldn’t fall to her knees.
Millicent firmly pressed Hermione’s tongue onto the pole, like sticking a sticker. And she laughed when it actually stuck.
Hermione’s eyes widened in panic when she realized she really was stuck.
Her bullies laughed.
“You can’t leave me like this!” Hermione tried to cry but it came out all mumbled around her tongue.
“Don’t worry, Granger. Your tongue will unstick with warm liquid.” Pansy smirked.
Hermione started to relax. Then she realized they didn’t have any warm liquids with them.
There was more laughter as Pansy pulled out her she-wee.
“If you want me to piss on your tongue, you’ll have to beg me for it.” Pansy smirked.
Hermione refused. She’d rather freeze to death than beg to be pissed on.
Pansy shrugged. “Stubborn brat. Suit yourself.”
Hermione screamed as she felt her panties be yanked up into a deep, brutal wedgie.
And she was stuck bent over so there was nothing she could do to move away from Millicent, or to relieve the pain of the cotton chafing her ass.
Millicent yanked harder, until Hermione’s feet bounced off the ground and her tongue pulled painfully on the pole.
Tears welled her in eyes from the pain but Pansy wiped them away before they could spill over her lashes and make her face even more cold.
Hermione hated the way she enjoyed Pansy’s gentle touch over her eyelids even while she was the one torturing her.
“Want me to piss on your tongue yet?” Pansy asked.
Hermione nodded.
“Beg me.”
Hermione stayed silent.
“I’ll pee on her.” Daphne said, taking the she-wee from Pansy.
Daphne didn’t pee on her tongue though. She laughed as she pissed on the ground at Hermione’s feet. And then as she pissed on her foot.
The snow around Hermione melted into a slushy yellow puddle leaving her standing in wet, piss-soaked shoes.
Daphne aimed a bit higher, and let her stream hit Hermione’s leg and soak her pants with piss.
When Hermione jumped to move her leg out of the way, Daphne quickly moved her stream to the other leg.
Hermione’s bullies laughed and laughed at her while she hopped pathetically from one foot to the other until Daphne’s bladder was empty.
Daphne quickly stuck her hand in her pants to wipe herself with a tissue from her purse, then smirked as she stuffed the used tissue into Hermione’s open mouth.
Hermione’s mouth was already dry from being held open to the cold air. The tissue sucked up what little moisture there was.
Hermione screamed as Millicent gave her panties another yank but it was muffled by the tissue.
“Want me to piss on your tongue yet?” Pansy asked.
Hermione resisted the urge to beg. They’d have to let her go eventually.
Millicent released her hold on her panties to come around to her face.
“Maybe I can thaw her tongue out another way.” Millicent laughed and turned her back to the pole.
Hermione knew what was coming even before Pansy and Daphne stepped away to make room. Millicent stuck her ass in face and let out a long fart.
Even with her face trapped in place, Hermione was able to hold her hands over nose.
Nothing could save her from having to hold her mouth open though.
Millicent farted again.
Even though her pants, Hermione could taste it.
It was foul.
Hermione’s eyes started watering, and this time Pansy didn’t wipe her tears away.
They ran down her cheeks and she was blasted in the face with more foul warm air.
Hermione gasped when felt her wedgie tighten at the same time Millicent let out another fart.
“Want me to piss on your tongue?” Hermione recognized Pansy’s voice from behind her.
“No, not yet! Let me keep trying to melt her my way!” Millicent laughed.
Hermione finally begged.
She screamed for Pansy.
She begged her please please please. Her pleas were nearly incoherent sobbed around her tongue.
“Please, Pansy! Please pee on my tongue! Please let me off the pole! Please! Please pee on me! Piss on my tongue!”
Hermione barely noticed while she begging, Pansy had her she-wee out and already started pissing on the pole.
Slowly, Hermione’s tongue starting lifting off the metal and Pansy adjusted her stream to hit her tongue directly.
While Hermione pleading she didn’t even realize her tongue starting to unstick and the more she talked and the more of Pansy’s piss hit her tongue, the more it lifted.
Until the entire thing popped free.
Pansy grabbed Hermione by the jaw and in one quick moved yanked out Daphne’s toilet paper and shoved the tip of the she-wee into her mouth.
Hermione didn’t have a chance to argue.
She was just so relieved to be free. And warm liquid running over her sore tongue felt good, even if it was piss.
She swallowed down the piss filling her mouth and let Pansy’s stream keep washing over her tongue until her bladder was empty.
“Good girl. Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” Pansy pet Hermione’s head affectionately before grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her upright.
Hermione groaned at the sudden change in position but she was glad to be standing up straight.
She stepped out of the mess of yellow snow.
“Aren’t you going to thank me?” Pansy smirked.
Hermione thought she couldn’t be serious. But she was.
“I could have left you.”
“Thank you for pissing on my tongue.” Hermione forced herself to say.
“Now thank me for giving you a ride.” Pansy smiled.
Hermione didn’t want to get in a car with her bullies. But she didn’t think they could do anything in Pansy’s car that was worse than sticking her to a pole by her tongue.
Daphne smirked at her.
“You can’t walk anyway, your shoes are full of piss.”