Three Subs, a Switch, and a Sandwich
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Chap. 33: Harrods: Three Subs, a Switch, and a Sandwich.
“Alright,” Lavender told her group, “Anyone here more familiar with Muggle money or shopping than me? I’ve not been to this amazing store, but I’ve been to other places that seem like they have ‘everything’. Not as much everything as this place, though.”
“Not me,” Neville spoke up first, quietly, “I’ve never even really been shopping except trips to Diagon Alley before school, or in Hogsmeade.”
Pansy shrugged, “I’ve never been shopping in a Muggle store, either. They have lots of interesting things, though. I… I kind of want to look at their socks. They have so many, literally hundreds of different styles!”
Lavender grinned, “You have not seen anything yet, if you think it’s just hundreds, girl. Oh, we’re so taking you to the socks, and the lingerie, too!”
Hannah grinned, “That’s what I want to do. See the naughty stuff.”
“Then we will,” Lavender smiled, and laughed at Neville’s horrified expression, “Don’t worry, Neville, I’m sure we can find something to entertain you with during our girl-shopping time. Like a private viewing to test how they look for Harry, or for you in Hannah’s case. Not that I mind showing off for you, too.”
He gulped, but nodded, grinning shyly himself now, “That- that does sound kind of nice… but how are we to find those things in a place like this?”
“Ah, my friends, welcome to the greatest invention of all Muggle-kind,” Lavender chuckled, gesturing behind her as the other groups split up, “the map. See, we’re right here, where it says ‘you are here’. This is the main entrance, of course, and…”
Lavender trailed off for a minute as she studied the multi-panel display, back-lit of course for ease of reading, with its corresponding department number list and the locations of them. “Well… okay, we can go up here through the main concourse, then turn there… if we go that way here… we’ll end up in the women’s clothing, and here the teen’s… and if we go the other way at that intersection we’ll end up in the lingerie. So let’s go!”
She moved slowly, partially to maneuver through the crowd of unfamiliar people, but mostly to let Pansy, Neville, and to a lesser extent Hannah gawk and stare at not just what people were wearing, but the fashion, the jewelry, the toys, board games, and… well, everything.
Lavender herself was no stranger to shopping in muggle stores. Even large ones, or shopping malls and department stores. But she had never seen anything like Harrods.
Introducing them to an ‘escalator’ had, unfortunately, proven to be a remarkably un-thrilling event. Lavender supposed, in hindsight, that she shouldn’t have been too surprised. Staircases moved all the time in Hogwarts, and some, like the ones leading to Dumbledore’s office (or so she had heard), even carried people up or down to save them the effort. Aside from reminding Hannah and Pansy to hike up their skirts a little just in case, they didn’t have any issue with getting on or off, though the faint vibration had caused a surprised murmur from the dark-haired witch.
Stranger or no, the blonde was aghast herself at just how much was on display.
Socks, yes, rocks, clocks, and a dozen other words that sounded almost the same with only a single variation in letter. Items galore, in dozens, thousands of colors, shades, designs…
And that was just the neckties!
Of course Pansy and Lavender let Hannah take the lead in selecting a few for her boyfriend, but neither was shy about giving him attention either, and by the time the store assistant, a young man in his mid-twenties she thought, had finished with helping them (and earned a generous tip and a flash of her breasts from Lavender, too), Neville was as red-faced and blushing as she had ever seen her Gryffindor friend.
From there, they moved into the men’s department, and spent an hour building up Neville’s wardrobe. Much like Lilith under the guise of Lilian Vergot had done for Harry the previous summer in Little Whinging, the three witches gave themselves a crash-course in Muggle men’s fashion using Neville as their guinea pig.
He complained, at first, until the girls started groping him with every grumble. Then, as his mood improved, he was rewarded with more touches, mostly but not entirely from Hannah, as each outfit was tried on.
Then the Hufflepuff went into the changing room with him, leaving Pansy and Lavender to run interference while Hannah gave Neville what sounded like a long, very sloppy blowjob.
Well, and sort Neville’s clothes into stacks, depending on whether it was for summer, winter, or in between. And gossip. Lavender had quickly found that she and the Slytherin had more in common than not in the bedroom, if only because Harry had made it very clear on the night Pansy had gotten her first Runes that the two of them were on the bottom of the proverbial totem pole.
A place, of course, both wanted to be.
Pansy, Lavender knew, because the girl felt she deserved to be ruled, lest she step out of line. Deserved to be punished in some way for the cruelty and hurt she had inflicted on others, especially Harry and Hermione, in earlier years. Had grown to love being degraded in some ways, while maintaining decorum, poise, and quiet strength in others.
The night of Harry’s party had been eye-opening once more for Lavender, though.
Pansy had liked being collared, stripped, and led around like an animal. The ultimate submission, the ultimate degradation.
For Lavender, it had not been like. Her pussy had burned like fire, though it also ran with liquid like a mountain spring down her legs, the entire time. Ever since Harry had shown her the tail, and the ears… Even now, Lavender shivered thinking about it, and glanced around to look for people watching before shoving a finger under her skirt and pressing through her knickers into the swollen clit there. “Gods, I’m randy,” she whispered. “Lucky Hannah, getting to blow Neville… Even the plug in my arse isn’t helping, not really.”
Next to her, Pansy glanced over and replied in a whisper of her own, “You’re wearing yours, too?”
Lavender grinned, “Have to make sure it’s good and stretched for Harry. Or whoever he tells me to shag, of course.”
“Too bad we can’t do much here,” Pansy frowned. “I don’t want to get Harry in trouble for something we did, or I’d… well, do you. If you’d do the same for me.”
“You know I would,” Lavender sighed, “but you’re right, we shouldn’t do anything too risky. Those two in a changing room when we’re watching out might be safe, but Hannah doesn’t make the same amount of noise we do when we get going.”
“After they’re done, then?” Pansy offered.
“After, for sure,” she grinned, “at least, if Nev’s not up for a round. I could really use a dick right now.”
“Hah, I’m in the same shape,” the Slytherin agreed quietly, and squirmed a little on the changing room bench, “but I’d definitely settle for something just not my own fingers right now. Too bad that’s not likely to happen.”
Lavender was quiet for a moment, trying not to listen to the sloppy, wet gurgling of Hannah’s mouth as it bobbed up and down on Neville’s squat dick, and focusing instead on the sound of happy shoppers. They had been a source of comfort, once. Just a couple of years ago, when she had been talking to Parvati about what they had wanted to do with their lives after school. Fashion, of course, had been at the top of that list. In some ways, that had not changed in the two years since. It had been Parvati’s first time at the Muggle shopping arcade near Lavender’s home, and the two had fallen in love with the more form-hugging clothing available.
It had, in fact, changed half of what Lavender’s parents sold in their own boutique within a month… and if the wizard-folk didn’t know their ‘trendy new clothes’ were made in a Muggle factory, well… what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, and it saved the Browns a lot on manufacturing costs themselves. Now, Parvati was leaning more toward some kind of animal care practice, like one of those Muggle animal-Healers… a… Beteranarian? Something like that.
She herself was still more interested in fashion, but she didn’t want to simply sell clothing. Her sister, her brother, they loved the family business and would be happy to continue it. No, she wanted to design it.
Lavender had dozens of notebooks, shrunken down and hidden inside an Undetectable Extension Charmed satchel, filled with sketches and designs she had come up with over the years. Parvati and Padma, the latter through accident more than design, were the only ones who had ever seen it. Even her mother didn’t know what she had asked for that bag for as a fourteenth birthday present.
But…
They’re my family, now. Pansy is going to be my sister in all but blood. And she’s Master’s. If… if I can’t trust her, then I can’t trust anyone. Her thing with socks is weird, but she likes being pretty for Master, too. I… I have to trust her.
“I’m going to do this, one day,” Lavender said quietly.
Pansy looked over, “What? Masturbate in public? I’m glad I’m wearing a skirt, at least, I’ve been shifting for several minutes, rubbing my plug against the wood.”
“Hah, no,” Lavender giggled quietly, “but I’ve been doing that too. No, I mean… this.”
Her hand waved vaguely at the racks of clothing a dozen or so feet away. “That.”
Pansy’s eyebrows furrowed, “Sell clothing? I know, your whole family’s been in the business for two generations.”
“No, no,” Lavender shook her head, and sighed, then reached into her pocket and pulled out the Dimunition Charm affected notebook there. A glance for witnesses and a tap of her concealed wand with a whispered, “Engorgio,” later, she opened it up in the middle. “This. Design them… make them. I’m going to rule the fashion world, Pansy… both sides of it.”
Her sister-slave grabbed the notebook being held out with wide eyes, “These… these are really good, Lavender. I didn’t know you could draw. And the designs… wow. I mean, look at that swirl!”
Lavender couldn’t stop herself from smiling. Her trust had been rewarded! She also couldn’t stop herself from leaning over and pressing her lips to Pansy’s just as the curtain of the dressing room opened and a very pleased-looking Hannah stepped out, with a red-faced Neville still struggling to close up his Muggle zipper behind her. “Alright, you two, what’re you whispering and kissing about? If you need a round from my boyfriend, you’ll have to wait a few minutes, he’s been drained twice already and he doesn’t have that second set of Runes Ron has, or Harry’s recovery time.”
The blonde pulled back with a blush, “Er, I- W- We, um, were just…”
“Passing time,” Pansy finished, and stood up, then stretched with the notebook still in her hands. “All set? I’m ready to get on with ours, already. No offense, Neville, but clothes shopping for men is boring.”
“N- None taken,” he murmured.
“Good,” Hannah grinned, then pointed out the department toward the wide hallway they had entered from, “Let’s go! Sexy clothing for us hot witches is waiting!”
Neville groaned. Life was exhausting, when you were shopping with three witches who loved clothes! He’d never seen so much in his life, or had to perform as many surreptitious Shrinking Charms.
Frankly, if a full third of what he was carrying hadn’t been Hannah’s, and all of it with much-reduced weight and volume, he was pretty sure he would have collapsed an hour earlier. The blowjobs had helped sustain him, but he was not Harry. He couldn’t eat sexual energy to sustain himself. He had to rest!
… His racing heart, if not his body.
Because he was staring at a window front filled with a gorgeous, svelte blonde woman pasted to the inside of it like one of Dean’s West Ham posters. Only instead of a masculine football player, the woman on the inside of the window was twice life-size, and wearing something lacy, red, and sheer enough he could see the shadow of her areolae through the cloth. And she was stunning!
His penis twitched uncomfortably in his pants, as his heart sped up again. It wasn’t enough that Pansy, Lavender, and Hannah had used him and his reactions to judge their too-revealing, stomach-baring, cleavage-showing clothing.
He’d had sex with all three of them several times, by now. Hannah the most, of course, but… he wasn’t designed to be teased like this! He was going to explode, and in more ways than one!
The stylized V-S logo was in gold with many curly-queues, and as Neville looked beyond the display, he saw rack upon row of scanty, tiny clothing, each more revealing, more sexy, than the last. Other posters and displays showed fragrances, stockings, garters, and unmentionables beyond compare. One section to the left, he noticed with a renewed blush, held…
Well, the best description he could come up with, when all his blood was rushing south once more, were ‘dick holders’. Only they were not simple triangles of cloth. Not all of them, anyway. There were those, but also animal heads, and even a few with- he shuddered- metal bits.
“Coming, Nev?” Hannah asked with a grin from ten feet ahead, where Pansy and Lavender were still continuing into the store.
“I- Not yet,” he muttered under his breath, but dutifully followed along.
It wasn’t his job to think about how embarrassing it was for a seventeen year old wizard to be going into this Muggle department in particular. It was just his job to do what his lovely girlfriend, who he loved above all others on the planet, who he would do anything for, wanted.
And right now, that was accompany her into this most embarrassing department at the magical place known as Harrods, and carry her bags.
… At least, he knew, she would happily relieve his own stress after the fashion show he was no doubt about to receive.
Neville gulped.
No… he wasn’t going to complain about that.
All he could think, in fact, was, At least Harry doesn’t mind if I look.
“Did you see his face when you came out in that bright red teddy?” Lavender giggled after swallowing a bite of her share of the sandwich. The sandwich, because it was the largest any of them, Lavender included, had ever seen. Two feet worth, and then some! It was intended to feed a family, according to the menu of the eatery they had chosen for lunch.
It would, she assumed, do a reasonable job of feeding the four hungry teens. Shopping, she had long known, took it out of her energy-wise, even as it restored her enthusiasm for life in general. She didn’t know how to describe it, really. There were sauces, three different ones she could taste and see. White, yellow (a mustard, she thought, but not like any she’d tasted before) and something spicy and orange-pink, that at first had burned her tongue and now felt… well, almost orgasmic.
Lettuce, spinach leaves, onions, tomatoes, pickles, and some yellow sweet pepper, all sliced. Ham, turkey, and salami.
All told, it made her stomach growl for more even though she was just finished with her own six inches of it.
Oh, no, wait, that was cum. Harry’s, specifically. I need Master. Even Lilith would help, right now. But I’m so pent up I’m not sure even Pansy or Neville or Hannah, or even all three, would be able to help. But Pansy’s sure caught up in my notebook. At least Hannah and Neville didn’t make a big deal about it.
Beside her, Neville was still actively chewing his own share, though the sandwich seemed a bit big for him to gobble down. She couldn’t blame him, of course… he was trying to eat it with a fork and knife. Hannah’s was nearly gone too, with just a few bites left, but the only dark-haired person among them still had half of her own sandwich remaining. Pansy was eating it normally, with her hands, but with tiny, dainty bites.
I wouldn’t mind licking that cream- I think it’s called Mayonnaise?- from her lip. Little slut would probably like it… rub those fat tits she has, while Harry slides into me from behind…
Lavender shivered, and felt her own anal plug grind into her arsehole from the pressure on the seat. They were surrounded by people, mostly Muggles. She couldn’t just cast a Notice-Me-Not Charm and get herself off, or better yet convince the other three to surround her, pleasure her, give her what she needed. Command her, rule her, make her submit.
Another shiver.
Neville, pushing her to the floor with his greater strength, ripping her knickers down, shoving fingers, his whole fist, inside her dripping twat. Ignoring her screams, pawing at her like Harry had that day in the closet…
Pansy and Hannah laughing, mocking her for her slutty, almost bimbo-like body, good for only the relief of those around her.
Then joining in, groping, pawing, bruising, choking her as Neville mounted her roughly, his fat, arm-thick cock stretching her holes out so far she ripped, sending blood onto the floor, and…
More hands. More people. The men, the women, that surrounded them. Gathering around her, shouting, jeering, pointing, laughing…
Pulling out their own penises, most of them hard… for her. At her weakness, her vulnerability. Her whorish body dripping, about to be covered in their fluids, already dripping with her own, because she couldn’t help it. She hated it, but she loved it, too, all of them taking her, using her, breaking her, making her squirt everywhere and…
Lavender jumped as Hannah’s firm, strong hand actually touched her thigh. Not in her wild, over-active imagination, but in reality.
Hannah then leaned over, put her lips through Lavender’s hair, so close that her lips brushed against Lavender’s ear. Her hand gripped high on Lavender’s creamy thigh, slipping higher, pulling up her skirt, so that her pinky rested against Lavender’s slit.
Her words, though…
They made Lavender quiver. “I know I’m not Harry,” Hannah whispered, “and I don’t have a cock. I know you need one… you and Pansy aren’t as subtle as you think, and you’ve been whispering to each other for two hours. I’m still the most Dom here, so I’ll do my best to take care of you. Not right here, though… in the bathroom. Once everyone’s done eating, I’ll fix you up, then Pansy. So be patient, little Slut. Like the good girl you wish you were… oh, wait… the party. Be the good doggy you wish you were.”
She couldn’t help it.
Lavender climaxed right there, in public, and enough to send a little dribble of clear liquid onto the floor of the eatery.