Punishment 2
Draco's POV
I came back to Hermione 4 hours after I left her in the toilet. My nerves still hadn't calmed down. When I got closer to her, I saw that her clitoris was even more swollen. Beautiful. It will swell even more. It will swell so much that I can put a collar there after the ritual. If she don't give up on cumming without permission nicely, I will forcefully take her orgasms away from her.
“Wake up, toilet. It's time for new punishment"
I removed the spell on him, turning him back into human form.
“Sir, I am so sorry. Please forgive me"
“Don't strain your jaw. This will be your new life after the ritual you chose so willingly. You know this. And now, you had plenty of opportunities to correct your mistakes. Can you feel your poor clit? It's not small anymore. Your poor clitoris is paying the price for your spoiled behavior. Do you know what we do now? You will be a human pinata. The only difference is that what will come out of you will be screams, not candy. I am very curious. Will you still want to be punished after our ritual?”
FLASHBACK
"Draco! I think I found the ritual I wanted.”
Hermione was looking for a ritual for us from the books I brought from the Malfoy library. She had been reading those books for two weeks.
“Which one, baby?”
“That one” She pointed to the ritual on the page with her finger. When I read it, I wasn't surprised at first, but when I finished reading the paragraph, I was shocked. It was basically a marriage bond. Neither party could marry anyone else. However, the other party was put in a completely inhuman position and lived this way until the end of her or his life. Whatever her or his master (husband/wife) decided happened. All rights of the slave were taken away. When his/her master wanted, he/she could even take his/her wand and prevent the slave from performing magic. Even if unforgivable curses were used, it was impossible for the owner to be punished. The ritual was done through various humiliation sessions. In the ceremony performed collectively, the slave was first humiliated by the person who would become his/her master, and then, if desired, collectively.
“Hermione-”
“I'm sure, sir.”
Even though I saw the determined look in his eyes, I tried my luck once again. I didn't want to do something she would regret for the rest of her life. I sat her on my lap and made her look at my face. I started talking while holding her hands.
“I won't even mention how humiliating the ritual was. Look, this is a ritual that takes away all your rights. I'll even take your wand if I want. If I want, I could even stop you from using magic for the rest of your life. We do not know the effect of the ritual on the master. It can make me even crueler. You know what this means, right? And you know there is no escape from ritual?"
"Yes sir"
At that moment I realized that Hermione was already treating herself like a complete slave. This was not docility, but complete submission. Even when I talked to her normally, she responded as a slave.
“Hermione, tell me what you want to do. Be clear. I don't want your obedience right now. This is an important decision for our future.”
“Draco, we've been together long enough to know what each other likes. This may sound crazy. I probably won't even have a friend left around me when they learn the ritual. But the thought of absolute humiliation is so beautiful. I've been thinking about this especially since you used me at Quidditch practice. That day, you all treated me as if I were just an object, something to be used. You didn't care about my opinions. My only responsibility was to obey you. Throughout my life, I have constantly had to think about myself and prove myself. Did I do something good? I reward myself. Did I do something wrong? I punish myself. Since Voldemort appeared, I had to think about everyone. All responsibilities were on me. I'm so overwhelmed. I dont want this. I don't want any responsibility. I do not want to think. I've been so happy ever since we started this agreement with you. You used me for your pleasure, you used me to relieve your anger. Sometimes you just used me because you were bored. Sometimes you displayed me like an ornament to show off to your friends and made them use me. You decided what happens when I have to be rewarded or punished. It's been a year where I haven't thought about anything for the first time in my life. I don't even have to think about my classes. Because you think about this for me and make me do what I need to do. I have been reading the books you brought about these rituals for two weeks. There are women who spend their lives as a dog, a pig or other animals. They live purely as animals. They didn't even have a bed, they were locked in a barn. I have seen women used as objects. There is someone who lived as his master's doormat until she died. That's her whole mission. A mop on which to lie in front of the door and wipe his master's shoes. I have also seen slaves who have been stripped of all control. Their food, cleaning, in short, their entire lives are determined by their masters. I want this. Maybe it's a little selfish, because I'm putting all the responsibility on you. You need to think not only about yourself but also about me. But you can't understand how much this means to me.”
“You are not a burden to me, Hermione. I do these things, but not just because I enjoy them. As soon as I realized you weren't enjoying it, I would stop what I was doing. If you're so determined. Ok. We will do this. However, since we will be in school, professors need to learn this. I'm not crazy enough to tell McGonagall this. You will do it yourself. All the professors at school will know what kind of slave you are.”
“Well… I already did that.”
"What?"
“I talked to McGonagall. Before you came. At first he thought I was crazy, but with a veritaserum he learned all the facts. He thinks I'm too corrupt to be saved. Professor Slughorn will perform our ritual, and from now on we will be able to display our relationship in every corner of Hogwarts as we wish.
NOW
I dressed Hermione in a costume similar to a pinata costume. The only difference was that her head, breasts and pussy were exposed. I hung it from the ceiling of the common room and called all the Slytherins into the room.
“Yes, guys! Welcome to the slut's second punishment. If you noticed, she is a human pinata.”
“But there is no sugar in her.”
"Yes. The only thing that will come out of this will be screams."
Everyone started laughing, and then everyone started watching Hermione like a predator.
“I'm making the opening then!”
With the baseball bat in my hand, I hit Hermione hard, first on her breasts and then on her pussy.
“AHHH!”
After me, everyone took turns hitting the empty space they found. Hermione's screams were like music to my ears. While we were having fun, someone came through the door.
“MALFOY! My god!"
Potter and Weasley had arrived. Ah! It gets even better now. I motioned for the children to continue. Thus, Hermione would also be distracted. So I walked towards Potter and Weasley.
“She's really… crazy.”
“As you see?”
“Malfoy, I… When I saw the memories I got from the owl you sent, I thought Hermione was under a spell.”
“There is no spell, Potter. Frankly, Granger surprises me too.”
"How?"
I turned to Weasley, who asked the question.
“I don't know if you read the letter I sent Potter, but we have a ritual to perform. She chose this herself. Actually, I tried very hard to dissuade her, but she is very determined."
I handed them the paper in my hand describing the ritual. It must be shocking to see what a slut their best friend has turned into.
“Well, if she wants to be such a slut, there's nothing we can do.”
Okay, so it wasn't that shocking.
“You can join if you want. To the moment or ritual. She is getting her punishment today, she broke some rules. As you can see, it is a human pinata.”
At first they seemed to object, but they grinned and joined in.
“Slut, we have guests.”
Hermione looked up.
“W-what?”
“We found out what kind of slut you are, Mione. Dont be shy."
Weasley took a bat from the table and smashed it into Hermione's stomach. Potter joined her and the pair gave Hermione a good beating.
“It's fun to watch you guys, but there are also people waiting their turn here.”
“You let me know when the ritual will take place, Malfoy. It would be nice to see our friend as a free girl for the last time."
“Of course Potter”
For the next half hour, Hermione fulfilled her duty as a pinata. The juices flowing from the horny little slut's pussy were wetting the ground. Since the bats hitting her vagina got wet, it hurt more when she was hit again with the same bat. After half an hour, I sent everyone away. I took a bat in my hand and started walking around Hermione. Listening to her screams calmed my nerves a little.
“How are you, pinata?”
“I'm fine sir.”
“How's my pussy doing?”
“It hurts but I want to cum, sir.”
“You got beaten and you still want to cum?”
“If it had continued any longer, I probably would have cum, sir.”
“Were you going to ask for permission?”
She didn't answer. The fact that she was enjoying her punishment made me angry again. She literally started to enjoy everything I did. Orgasm denial, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, humiliation, spanking, vanilla sex or rough sex. She somehow enjoyed everything I did. If this slut is going to enjoy every punishment, how can I discipline her?
“Answer me whore”
“I probably couldn't ask for permission, sir.”
I lifted the stick and gave her a hard blow on her swollen clit. Her breath stopped due to the impact.
"Say it again"
“I can't lie just because I'm being punished, sir. I don't know what happened to me today, but I would have cum without asking your permission. In fact, if you keep hitting me, I will cum.”
With the last sentence, I hit her vagina with a stick fifteen times. I was targeting her swollen clitoris with each stroke, causing it to be crushed by the impact.
“You will learn to obey me. If you don't learn, very difficult days await you after the ritual.”
“I can't wait, sir.”
Well, so be it. I aligned the thick tip of the stick at the entrance of her pussy and inserted it inside without any warning. Without waiting for her to get used to it, I grabbed the tip of the stick and started inserting more into her. Finally, I let it go when only the handle of the baseball bat remained sticking out.
“You're not even worth any more beatings. You are in a pathetic situation. What kind of a slut can get to the point of cumming even from getting beaten? You deserve a place lower than the barn. I should leave you in the mud field near my house after graduation. You just deserve there. You don't deserve the fate of the pig or let alone the doormat in the books you read. Even they are more honorable than you.”
I destroyed Hermione's pinata costume. I stood in front of Hermione and took her hanging breasts in my hands. I grabbed both her nipples and started twisting them while looking into her eyes. I was pulling and twisting mercilessly.
“If you want to cum that much. Come on, cum with a big baseball bat in your pussy and your nipples being tortured.”
As I expected, I didn't wait long for her to cum. As soon as her orgasm started, I let go of her nipples and moved behind her again, pointing my wand at her clit. I remembered the spell I learned at the party the other day.
“Electrico!”
I kept my wand on her clit for a long time. While the pain of the electroshock drove her to a second orgasm, she was writhing against the ropes to which she was tied.
“Wow, Draco! This is definitely a sight to behold, my friend.”
Blaise started laughing as he quickly came over to me.
“Are you allowed?”
"What are you thinking?"
“I think we should see what happens when we cast two electroshock spells on your bitch.”
Damn, it was a perfect idea. I grinned and shook my head. Hermione was trying to come to her senses, out of breath, due to the effect of the previous spell. Just as we were getting into action, she cummed again. We quickly pressed our wands to her clit, muttering the spell at the same time. It was an amazing picture. It satisfied the sadist inside me so much! Waves of blue electricity circulated relentlessly around her body. Even someone who didn't know what it was for would understand that it was painful. The waves surrounded Hermione as if she were prey. Her hair stood on end due to the intensity of the spell. The bitch in front of me was screaming and writhing. Once satisfied, I nodded to Blaise and drew my wand. I had one last thing on my mind.
“Thank you Blaise”
I freed Hermione from her restraints, brought her to our room and sat her in front of the toilet.
“This is your last punishment. We have our ritual in two days. Since you will spend the rest of your life in great difficulty anyway, you can use these days to be a good slut.”
I pissed first on her face and then all over her hair. I made sure her entire scalp and every strand of her hair was wet.
“You won't take a bath. Plus, I'm going to shove every piece of garbage I find up your ass until class. You'll be going to class tomorrow smelling disgusting. Somehow everyone will know what a dirty bitch you are.”
First I took off my socks and put them in her mouth. Then I took off my boxers and wiped my ass thoroughly with it. It was terrible. I wrapped my boxers around her head, with the part that touched my ass facing her face. I made sure it was completely fixed in place.
“You will breathe the smell of my ass all night long. Even lick it. Let all your organs learn the smell and taste of my ass. I don't plan on using the toilet after that ritual you wanted so much."
I took a garbage bag from the room and put Hermione in it.
“You can't use the bed when you're in such a disgusting state. See you tomorrow."
I tied the garbage bag around her neck and pushed it under the bed. I lay down on the bed with all my nerves calmed down. Now I think the ritual Hermione chose wasn't that bad. It was a ritual that would feed her masochism and my sadism. Then I started thinking about what could happen. In the Great Hall, in front of everyone, I can make her eat off the floor like a dog. I can fuck her in the corridors without anyone paying attention. I could walk her by his leash down every corridor of the damn school. I could even get the whole school to use it as a toilet, not just the Slytherins. Just thinking about how her belly will swell from drinking everyone's piss makes my dick hard. Maybe I can give it to Potter and Weasley as a special gift. I started imagining Hermione as a pig in the Forbidden Forest. She has hooks on her nose and hooves on her feet that make it difficult for her to walk. Hermione sucks Potter's cock while I destroy her ass. I might even let Weasley use it. Oh, damn it!