Hogwarts, College of Witchcraft and Wizardry Ch. 21 (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

A/N: New Chapter~ 

Coming to the end of Year One, so probably going to have only a few more chapters here before we decide whether we want to move directly to Year Two or have me write another story in place of this one for a little while.

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Both Daphne and Pansy seem to be almost unnaturally still in their bondage. It’s obvious that both are waiting for Harry to make a decision at this point. In the end, he can’t help but prove Daphne right. As enticing as Pansy currently is… she’s no Daphne Greengrass, trussed up and wearing a ball gag and looking so damn cute and vulnerable on the bed.

With her eyes averted in submission, and the gagged heiress still trying to say ‘please’ even if it comes out muffled and almost unintelligible, Daphne just looks too delicious not to eat up right away. Glancing over at Pansy, Harry gives her an apologetic shrug. He would untie her and send her on her way back to Hermione… but he knew how much she was enjoying this, how much she would even enjoy his rejection. The puddle of juices staining the floor beneath her made that abundantly clear.

So, he takes a step towards Daphne and ignores both Pansy’s murmur of disappointment, as well as Daphne’s widened excited eyes. The Greengrass Heiress begins to squirm on the bed, spreading her legs apart, but Harry climbs on and grabs ahold of her before she can. Having already vanished his clothes away, he doesn’t waste time with anymore foreplay. One hand on Daphne’s hair and the other on her hip, and Harry easily flips the bound, helpless witch over onto her belly.

Yanking her hips and ass up into the air is an obvious next step, even as the Slytherin Ice Princess lets out a muffled squeal through her ball gag.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it Daphne? You wanted me to punish you…”

Rearing back a hand, he delivers a stinging slap to her already red ass.

SMACK!

Daphne lets out a fresh muffled squeal and Harry grins as he rubs his cockhead against her panties from behind. A lot of the initial black leather she had on is gone at this point. But she’s still got black panties and a black corset. Reaching down, Harry grips tightly at the panties, and outright rips them from her body, causing Daphne yelp through the ball gag.

With her gushing wet cunt lips exposed, Harry plants his cockhead against her slit, rubbing it back and forth along her folds, not quite penetrating her just yet. With her arms bound behind her back, Daphne is beholden to his whims. All she can really do is kneel there; her head held up only by his grip on her ponytail as he forces her to arch her back beautifully.

“This what you want, Daphne? Is this what the Heiress of House Greengrass desires? A big fat cock, buried in her needy, horny twat?”

Moaning through the ball gag, Daphne tries to nod, though it’s hard with his firm grip on her hair. In the end, she has to settle for making noises of affirmation around the obstruction in her mouth, the obstruction that’s forcing her jaw nice and wide. Chuckling, Harry continues to tease her entrance. While he’d planned not to engage in any further foreplay, there’s just something that’s so fun about… toying with her in this way.

“Of course you do. Because you’re a slut, Daphne. You’re nothing more than a cunt, made to take my cock. This is your purpose, same as it’s Pansy’s, isn’t it? This is all you’re good for…”

Not true, of course. Daphne Greengrass was one of the most brilliant witches of their year… probably the most brilliant in Slytherin for their year. Hermione had her beat overall when it came to academics, but that didn’t change how smart Daphne was, and Harry was certainly ready to acknowledge that any time save for right now. Right now, Daphne wanted a taste of domination. Right now, she’d pushed for him to effectively find her playing with one of his charges in a brutal way, so that she could in turn experience punishment at his hands.

Right now, Daphne Greengrass was a disobedient little witch who needed to be taught a lesson. As such, when the Slytherin Ice Princess stays quiet at his words, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with what he’s said, Harry grunts and delivers another stinging spanking to her helpless backside.

SMACK!

“Mmmph!”

“Well? I asked you a question. Are you or are you not a cunt, made to take my cock?”

Lost in the throes of passion and lust, Daphne makes an affirmative sound through the ball gag.

“And are you or are you not a slut, who’s purpose is to be fucked by a big strong wizard such as myself?”

“Mmmhmmm~”

Another noise of affirmation. Grinning, Harry hums for a moment in faux contemplation… and then finally gives Daphne what she wants, what he wants too at this point. Grunting, he SLAMS forward into the Heiress’ sopping wet twat, not at all surprised when she easily takes him to the hilt in one thrust. Nor is he surprised when Daphne goes ramrod straight for a moment, and then begins to spasm wildly, muffled cries emitting through the ball gag as she cums explosively across his length. 

Her inner walls clench and squeeze down HARD around his cock, wrapping around him quite tightly as she climaxes. Meanwhile, Harry holds onto her by the hair and by one of her ass cheeks, holding her bound, seizing body in place, and letting her ride out her orgasm for the next few moments. Only when she’s finally beginning to calm down… does he start fucking her.

No rest for the wicked, and both he and Daphne are undeniably wicked. Growling, Harry begins to give it to Daphne hard, barely giving her time to recover from that first orgasm before he starts plowing her from behind with all his might. In response, Daphne’s muffled cries explode from her throat, only to be partially stymied by the ball gag. Her body bucks in his grasp, but with her hands literally tied behind her back, there’s nothing she can do but take it as he gives it to her, again and again and again.

Yanking her back further, Harry moves his hand in Daphne’s hair down to her neck instead. He grips firmly at the Greengrass Heiress’ throat, though not tightly enough to harm her. His other hand leaves her ass and slides around to the front, where it grips at the top of her black leather corset. With a grunt of magically enhanced strength, Harry yanks the thing half-off of Daphne’s pale chest. The strings lacing it up come halfway undone, and another yank pulls it the rest of the way off.

Tossing the corset to the side, the hand that ripped it away quickly returns to Daphne’s chest now that she’s exposed. Harry grabs at her breasts, one and then the other, squeezing and mauling them with his fingers. Then, he rears back and begins to slap them, one after the other as well, spanking her tits red just like he spanked her ass.

Daphne cries out through the ball gag, bucking and shaking even then as Harry continues to fuck her. Holding her to his chest while he molests and abuses her chest, he keeps the pale witch right where he wants her, taking her to pound town and leaving her no room to get away. Not that she wants to escape him anyways. The Heiress is clearly having the time of her life, if the way her inner walls keep clenching and squeezing down around his cock is any indication.

Harry doubts that this will result in Daphne becoming a submissive by nature or by even by default, but he thinks she’s enjoying herself all the same. So, he gives her what she desires and fucks the ever-living hell out of her, slamming into her from behind while also delivering punishing, stinging slaps to the front of her pale body until her nipples are rock hard and her tits are as red as her ass cheeks.  

In the end though, her constant climaxing around his cock as he furiously thrusts away inside of her eventually sends Harry right over the edge. Deciding to finish strong and go for maximum humiliation at the same time, Harry pulls out of Daphne at the very last second, transitioning his grip of her neck back to her hair at the same time, and spinning her around as he brings her face down to level with his crotch.

Then, he cums all over it, coating Daphne, her ball gag, and her reddened tits in his jizz. The prim and proper Slytherin Ice Princess flinches back in the face of his barbarism, of course, but it’s not like she can go anywhere, now is it? He cums all over the helpless witch’s face, coating her in his seed from head to chest, and when he’s done he pushes her onto her back, letting go of her hair as he climbs back off of the bed.

A confused muffled sound from Daphne draws his attention back to her even after he turns away, and Harry grins at the furrowed brow as she looks at him with clear consternation in her eyes, even through the cum dripping down her face.

“What? I have to attend to Pansy now, don’t I?”

Pansy, who’s been hanging there still all this time in bondage, watching Harry give it to Daphne long and hard, perks up at the sudden evidence that he hasn’t forgotten her. Daphne meanwhile, blinks once, looks at Pansy, and then rolls her eyes and mumbles out something that Harry takes to mean ‘you could at least untie me first so I can get cleaned up and head out’.

Grinning, Harry shakes his head.

“Oh no… your punishment isn’t done yet, Daph. C’mon now, you didn’t think that was it, did you? Pansy here didn’t even do anything wrong, and she had to wait and watch me fuck you. At the very least, you’ll need to go through the same. Be a good girl now and sit tight.”

Daphne growls and flops a little, yelling out through the obstruction in her mouth, the ball gag muffling whatever she was trying to say. Chuckling, Harry pays her no further mind, instead moving over to where Pansy is still hanging from the ceiling. Good girl that she is, consummate professional that she is… she’s still holding onto the riding crop that he left her with. The riding crop that even now is pulling down on the chain currently connecting her clamped tits together. The riding crop that he forced her to lock her knees around the handle of in order to keep it in place.

If she’d let it go, it likely would have tugged even harder on her nipples before failing in it’s balancing act and clattering to the ground. That likely would have drawn Harry’s attention, given the floor of the inn room was made of wood, with a few scattered rugs around to make the place a little homier. There is not a rug, however, under dear Pansy.

But no, she’d held on the entire time. Harry smiles and takes hold of the riding crop, gently pulling it out from between Pansy’s knees, dragging just a little on the nipple clamp chain in a way that has her gasping and moaning and mewling. Unlike Daphne, Pansy is not gagged… ah, but she’s been a good girl so far, so why not reward her?

For a true submissive like Pansy, rewards can sometimes be akin to punishment, in the end. When Harry puts the handle of the riding crop between Pansy’s lips and teeth and instructs her to bite down on it and hold it for the duration of their fun together, he’s giving her more work… but that in and of itself is it’s own reward, where Pansy is concerned.

Now properly gagged, though only as long as she’s able to hold it, Pansy continues to swing in place, right up until he grabs her by her hips and sinks his cock into her warm, wet, velvety depths. The Slytherin Witch moans around the riding crop handle, but doesn’t let go of it, even as he begins to fuck her, starting with slow, confident strokes in and out of her twat, before graduating to faster, harder, harsher fucking as time goes on.

Plowing Pansy is different from plowing Daphne, for all that they were both bound and gagged for the fucking. Daphne wanted it, but she wasn’t sure she wanted it. She was undeniably tense the entire time they fucked, like she was unwilling to truly let herself enjoy it. Harry was fairly sure that by the end of things, he’d definitely gotten her to enjoy it… but still, it was a different feeling as a result.

Not a bad feeling though. Revealing the joys of submission to a witch like Daphne had it’s own sort of value. However, with Pansy, there’s no doubt about it… the girl is submissive through and through, and she knows it. Moaning around the riding crop as her soft body takes his cock again and again, Pansy doesn’t tense up, she doesn’t fight it. She’s there to be a receptacle for his meat, and then his cum.

And that’s exactly what she turns out to be, by the time Harry is done with her. Cumming deep inside of Pansy with a groan, Harry doesn’t let up until he’s filled her to the brim and then some. Only once he’s done cumming does he pull back with a sigh, patting Pansy’s upturned bubble butt and smiling.

“Good girl.”

Needless to say, there’s some minor violence during the clean-up. Daphne, once she’s released, wastes no time in grabbing her wand and vanishing away the mess he left in her hair as well as on her face and tits. Then, she’d slapped him across HIS face… before pulling him into a deep, passionate tongue filled kiss that had terminated with her biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

Same ole Daphne Greengrass, though as she’d magicked her clothes back on and made to leave, he’d thought he’d seen something akin to thoughtfulness in her eyes when she’d looked back over her shoulder at him and flashed him a bare-teethed smile.

“Thanks Harry.”

And then she was gone, out the door like she’d never been there. Harry would have offered her aftercare, but it seemed like she wasn’t the kind of woman to need it. Pansy on the other hand, he spent the next hour taking care of, freeing her from the bondage Daphne had put her in and taking her to the bath, where he washed her and held her shivering, trembling form until she was ready to get dressed and head back to the castle.

All in all, it was a productive Hogsmeade weekend, to say the least. Harry couldn’t wait to see what the next one might hold.

Though, with the year swiftly drawing to a close, he might just have to wait for next year…