Power and Control

Hermione eagerly gulped down the entirety of his cum, staying on her knees in front of him. Her lustful eyes stared at him as he sat on the couch, leaned back and comfortable.

"How did I do? Master?" She asked in a whisper.

Harry watched her with a smirk.

"Tell me, Mrs. Weasley, what did I order you?"

"To act like an escort, Master," she replied obediently.

"Mm-hmm," he nodded. "Let me tell you what you did wrong there."

A foreboding feeling washed over Hermione and wide-eyed, she listened. She could not believe she had truly screwed up. She believed she had given it all she had, even doing things she had never done before, or things she would've never even thought of doing, even with her husband.

"An escort will always suck a cock with the protective charm on. That's one," he said, and one finger went up.

"And second, I've never been with an escort who would not only let a man cum in her mouth, but actually swallow it all," he continued, and another finger went up. "That's all."

"I'm sorry for disappointing you, master," she whispered in subservience, her eyes downcast. Harry merely smirked.

"Stand up," he instructed. The brunette immediately obliged and stood, clad in nothing but her lacy thong and see-through stockings. Harry gave her another once-over, letting his eyes travel over the entire expanse of naked ivory skin.

"You really don't know too much about escorts, do you?" He asked. She shook her head, looking suitably ashamed. Harry scoffed to himself. "Let me educate you then. Escorts, prostitutes, whores, hookers, no matter whatever you call them, all have one thing in common. They'll get naked and let a guy stick his cock into them, for a favor, of course. Generally, it's money. Now, I must tell you that I'm by no means demeaning them or looking down on their profession. It's one of the oldest in existence, after all."

Hermione nodded, listening attentively, and she preened when he smiled approvingly at her for her focus.

"Now, all escorts or whores are sexy and hot, and every damned time, it comes down to the aesthetics," he continued. "They don't do any parlor tricks. They don't have any tactics or maneuvers like Quidditch players. They get naked, they are hot, and they give a guy a jolly good time. That is all. And looking at you, I can say you've got most of it nailed down quite well."

A surge of pleasure coursed through Hermione's entire being at his honest admission and Harry smirked when he saw her stand a bit taller than before. She was one prideful woman but he believed she had never been complimented for her womanly features before. A little nudge here and there and he already had her dancing on the palm of his hand.

"Tell me what you think about what I said, Mrs. Weasley."

Hermione looked thoughtful as she stood there, almost naked. Harry saw her chewing on her lower lip as she wondered what to say.

"This is all very new to me," she replied softly. "I was never much into girly stuff so I never paid much attention to make-up or sexy attire. I'd only ever been with my husband and our sex life was very much basic. We never experimented like I've heard from a few women and it was always with me on my back and him on top. As I said, very basic. All this stuff about escorts… it's honestly intimidating."

"You lack experience, Mrs. Weasley," Harry replied. "You need to go out there and gain some memorable life experience, and dare I say, you are already on the clock. You got married early, missing out on a whole lot of what the world has to offer. What you need is to let a few men experience you. I dare say you'd regret it for the rest of your life if you don't."

A surge of conflict rose within Hermione as she realized what he was telling her. Wide-eyed, she stared at him askance, breathing shallowly when he nodded curtly.

"Now you see the opportunity you have in front of you?" He declared, smirking. "You are not in control. I am. As your Master, I can get you to do whatever I want you to do, and you will do it without question and to the best of your ability. Your inhibitions have taken a backseat in this arrangement. What I'm basically saying is that you have no choice here, Mrs. Weasley. So you can either use this opportunity to get some nice experience with someone you are not married to and enjoy it like it's meant to be, or you can let your silly morality torture you for what you have done already with me, and what you will be doing in the future as long as this vow remains in place."

Hermione could only stare at him in shock, apprehension, revulsion, excitement, and arousal. Feelings known and foreign to her collided within her psyche, the moral true self in a vicious conflict with the submissive her Master had coaxed out of her shell.

She could seriously not believe she was even contemplating using this disgusting arrangement in any manner and considering it an opportunity to both gain experience and pleasure and yet this bitch that he had unearthed from deep within her could not help but feel excited about it.

She felt defeated in her lack of choice in the matter, and she realized there truly was nothing she could do to deny whatever depraved demand he would have of her. She could clearly hear that disgusting bitch inside her shouting for her to give in, asking her moral self why not enjoy it if it was happening anyway.

Her mind was divided into two, each side standing on opposites and she truly felt at a loss for what to do or how to feel.

Unbeknownst to her, the magic of the vow was hard at work, and she could feel whatever was left of her inhibitions slowly slipping away. The screams of her conscience were slowly dissipating into nothingness and all she could hear in her mind was the excited laughter of the depraved submissive who wanted to both please her Master and take this opportunity by the horns to have some fun.

For too long had this side of her remained submerged under the surface, forced to remain in slumber as the goody-two-shoes reigned supreme for years. Her master had freed her from those bindings, bestowing upon her this magnificent vow to curb that straight-laced girl's power and allow her to emerge. Now that she had, she was here to stay.

She had only one life, and she deserved to enjoy it to the fullest.

Harry felt his magic responding to the vow and he could hear everything taking place in the woman's mind. He smirked triumphantly as he gazed at her visage.

'I know you, Hermione. We might not be friends anymore, but I know your deepest, darkest desires. I've seen it over the years. You got so irritated at Ron's dismissal of your beauty in our fourth year. You put so much effort in yourself for the Yule Ball. You showed not even the slightest of restraints when you eagerly made out with Krum—a guy older than you and from another school. He must've felt like a forbidden fruit to you back then, and you had let loose. I remember how you even bragged to Ron about it when you two fought. Not to mention when you pulled all those jealous stunts in our sixth year. And how you fucked that dumbass in a tent you shared with me, definitely knowing I could hear it all. You must've gotten some sort of thrill in teasing me like that, both you and your husband. You have always had desires, and while most of them are what any woman has, you do have that depraved side to you that you have kept hidden so brilliantly over the years. Unfortunately for that stuck-up bint that you are, I prefer that side of yours over the usual one.'

"Allow me to elaborate further, Mrs. Weasley," Harry grinned ferally, sensing his prey almost in the trap. "If I want to fuck you, you will offer yourself up without a moment's hesitation. If I want anal, you will be on your hands and knees, offering yourself up. If I want you and another woman at the same time, you will make out with her like the lustiest lesbian out there. If I want to share you with another guy, you will rush over and start undressing him without any hesitation. You will be uncomfortable, but I want that discomfort to vanish entirely. I want to see nothing but contentment, commitment, arousal, and initiative from you. I want you to expand your horizons, to not be limited by your silly conscience, and to leave whoever you are with wanting more of that experience you'd give them. Obviously I can just get the magic of the vow to force you to do everything I just mentioned but I'm sure you'd find it more satisfying if you consciously put your all into it and enjoyed it as much as I know you'd want to."

His prey was almost in the trap, and it did not take long for it to fall into his clutches. The new Hermione stood up and swung her leg over his lap, exposing her thong-clad pussy to his naked gaze as she straddled him. Grinding her crotch on his hardening member, she gazed into his emerald orbs and purred, "Oh Master, you really know how to convince a woman. Thank you so much for making me realize what an opportunity I have now."

She took his hands and guided them to her bare arse, grinning at his smirk. She could feel him getting hard against the wet fabric of her lacy thongs and she made him knead her arse cheeks, leaning forward and pressing her tits against his chest.

"I've been such an idiot until now, Master," she whispered hotly in his ear, rubbing her tits against his chest. "I thought this was my punishment, that you hated me so much. But you never hated me, right? This was all to save me, to make me realize what I truly desired. You've always been my best friend, haven't you, Master?"

Harry wanted to snort out loud and say 'Nah, you silly bitch,' but he didn't feel the need to. He merely enjoyed squeezing and caressing her naked arse as she ground herself on his manhood that had reached its full mast.

"You care for me so much, Master," she moaned throatily, feeling his erection pressing hard against her pussy lips. "You used your magic to kill that salesman when he tried something with me. You protected me when I needed you. And now you have given me the opportunity to get what I didn't even know I wanted."

Harry wanted to laugh at the mad ramblings of this bint but he resisted. Fuck it if she wanted to believe all the bullshit she was sprouting. He couldn't care less as long as he got what he wanted.

He also could not help but wonder if all the brilliant witches had some kind of madness lurking beneath the surface inside them. After all, Bellatrix was one hell of a witch, and everyone knew how mad she was. Hermione was very smart and a quick learner, and it seemed her madness took the form of depravity. Both witches were so out of reality once they came out of their respective shells, and although he did not have much to see when it came to Bellatrix, he sure felt curious about Hermione's mind. He was very much looking forward to what the future had in store for her.

"You've been pent up for so long, haven't you?" He smirked, nibbling on her earlobe. She began grinding her clothed pussy hard along his length, almost as if she was chasing a release without even taking him inside her. Harry was not so generous though and grabbing her arse firmly in his grasp, he held her stationary on his cock.

"Master," she whined, further surprising him. Hermione never whined, and he leaned back to observe her properly. Her eyes were hooded and there was nothing but primal lust in there. Employing the magic of the vow, he peered into her mind and realization dawned on him.

"So you have indeed made a choice, huh?" He chuckled, holding her in place when she made to grind her pussy on his cock once again. She gazed at him with a whiny look on her face.

"Master," she purred. "You have me almost naked in your lap. How can you resist lifting me up, pushing my thong to the side, and pushing that massive rod deep inside my cunt? How can you have so much self-control that you can resist this? Am I not hot and sexy enough like those other escorts you enjoy?"

Harry's amusement grew as he gazed at her disappointed face. She was talking dirty now, and he had to be honest. She had devolved much faster than he had expected her to.

'But then, she always was a fast learner,' he thought, grinning.

"Tell me the truth, Mrs. Weasley. You're so horny from not getting a release for so long that you want me to do anything to get you off. Am I right?"

"Yes, Master," she whispered, eyes downcast like a docile pet.

"And what was it that you said the other day? How'd you like to get off?"

She looked up and grinned, "I said I'd like to do it with your thing, Master."

"It's a cock, Mrs. Weasley. Call it what it is."

"I'd like to do it with your cock, Master," she purred.

"That's the spirit," Harry smirked. "But I feel you need to do more to earn it. After all, it's not a small thing you're asking of me here. You want a man who's not your husband to shove his cock inside you and make you cum. Surely you can see how it's a big deal? Come on, do something to earn it."

"What do you want me to do, Master?" She whispered hotly, rubbing her tits on his chest. "I will work on improving my body so that I can be more appealing to you. I promise."

"Noted. But that won't cut it, Mrs. Weasley," he replied curtly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her body firmly against him. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue all around his ear and started nibbling on his earlobe.

"I can do what you mentioned back then," she whispered. "I've never had anything in my ass before. I can give you that virginity, Master. Or I can strip off my thong and crawl around the room for you. Prove to you that I am your dirty escort and you are my Master. Would you like that, Master?"

"I'd like you to start by apologizing for betraying me during the Horcrux hunt," Harry hissed, clenching her arse cheeks in a vice grip.

Hermione shuddered as she pulled back.

"I apologize, Master," she whispered. "I betrayed you when you needed all the help. All because I didn't trust you to get it done. I am so sorry, Master. I was so afraid that we'd die without doing anything. And then you said all those things about Gin—"

"That's enough," Harry grunted. "You don't mean it at all, do you? You depraved slut, I know how much you pride yourself on being right, but just for some cock, you agreed to apologize, almost acting as if you truly felt sorry. All you want is to get fucked, don't you?"

Hermione hissed as he spanked her roughly on her arse with the paddle he conjured out of thin air within a moment.

"I couldn't care less about your apology or why you did it. But it will control your future. You said you wanted to get fucked, eh? Get to it then."

Hermione eagerly climbed off his lap and pulled her wet thongs down her legs in record time. His disdain for her never even registered, furthering his disgust with her, as she swung her leg over his lap once more and straddled him.

"I want you to look at it as it goes in, slut," Harry hissed. "I want you to see and realize that you are cheating on your husband so eagerly. That you are nothing but a whore who likes to behave all high and mighty."

Hermione did as she was instructed, knowing that she was cheating on Ron. However, she could not care less about that fact. All that mattered was getting this fat prick as deep inside her as she could.

Aligning the head of his cock against her pussy, she slowly lowered, gasping when she felt her lower lips part and the head pop inside.

"No wasting time, slut," Harry hissed. "I'm not here for your pleasure or convenience."

"Ah yes Master," she whispered, closing her eyes and groaning as he began pinching and tweaking her nipples. A few seconds passed and finally, she was able to work his entire length deep inside her pussy, and by Merlin did she feel full.

"I've never been filled up like this before!" She cried out and began bouncing on his cock, her pace fast and her thrusts furious. She held onto his shoulders as she bounced, rapidly plunging her gushing quim deeper and deeper onto his cock as he held her by the waist. Her tight young pussy walls slid rapidly against his prick, wetly covering the entire surface as she threw her head back in jubilation, her brown hair rocking in tandem with her thrusts.

"That's because your trash of a husband is just that. A trash."

"A dirty, stinking trash, Master," she agreed with a loud moan as he spanked her arse once again. "I don't know why I even married a loser like him! All he does is rut inside me for a few seconds and he's done."

"I'm not at all interested in his sexual exploits, Mrs. Weasley."

"But you are interested in fucking Mrs. Weasley, right, Master?" She chuckled breathlessly. "You will be fucking her a lot from now on, Master. I am your dirty little escort. I am here for your pleasure and nothing else."

"That's right," Harry grunted. "Glad to hear you know your role."

"Ah yes," She groaned. "My role is in front of you with your cock deep inside me. I know it now, Master. And I promise I'll do everything to make sure you're never disappointed with my services."

"See that you do."

Suddenly, Hermione's body convulsed in his lap. Days of pent-up frustration burst out of the dam and with a loud howl, she gushed around his massive rod as she came. Her body shivered and she would've toppled over if not for the firm hold he had on her arse.

Without wasting a moment, Harry stood up and kept bouncing her on his cock as he walked across the couch and threw her on the dining table. The old cutlery was thrown to the floor where it all shattered into dozens of fragments.

Harry gave her no respite and started to mercilessly drill inside her. He fucked her through her orgasm, uncaring of anything but the sexual pleasure that he was deriving from her. Hermione was mighty tight and she felt wonderful around his cock.

For her part, Hermione could only lay there on the table as he rutted away inside her. Minutes passed as he used her and slowly, her orgasm subsided and her shivering body got back under control.

Her eyes widened as she gazed at him and her role quickly resurfaced in her mind. She was his escort, and she could not remain passive. He was her Master, and he deserved the best of her services.

"Ah yes, Master!" She moaned aloud, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him even deeper inside her. "That's it! Fuck me! Take me like your whore! Use me, Master!"

Harry grunted as he did just that.

"You're back, huh?"

"Ah yes. I'm your escort, Master."

"That you are. Don't you dare forget that," he ordered.

"Never!" She cried out. "Oh yes, play with my tits!"

Harry had leaned over, straightening one leg along his chest so that it was pointed upward. With more room, he started filling her up with even more ferocity as he grabbed her tits and squeezed harshly.

"These belong to me now," he hissed. "All of this belongs to me now, you hear? I'll decide what to do with you from now on, and you will take it all like a blessing from your god!"

"Yes, Master!" She cried out. "This is an opportunity, as you said! An opportunity to get better, to make my life better! I can't thank you enough, Master!"

Harry chuckled at her delusion as he fucked her. It played perfectly with his schemes for her and she seemed more than eager. He could hardly complain.

"You've gotten very good at talking like a whore already, Mrs. Weasley," he remarked with labored breath as he hammered into her.

"A married whore. A cheating whore. My Master's whore!" She cried out, and Harry would be lying if he said he was not beyond impressed by her transformation. Gone were any signs of the stuck-up bint that Hermione Weasley née Granger was. All he could see in there now was the slut that had remained slumbering inside her.

In only a couple of sessions along with a period of extended pain and denial, he had changed her personality entirely. The vow had also been hard at work all the while, warping her psyche in perfect accordance with how he wanted her to be, and Harry was more than content with the results.

"You are my whore, eh?" He grinned. "Then get to work already. I'm close."

Hermione was moving before he even finished. She pushed herself off the table and quickly got down to her knees in front of him. Eagerly, she reached forward and grabbed his prick, slick with her orgasmic juices, and wrapped her lips around his manhood, taking him in her mouth.

Harry grunted as she started to suck him off with immense enthusiasm. She stroked his length outside her mouth with one hand while the other grabbed his balls and fondled them. Her eyes, staring at him through her hooded eyelashes, were full of lust and worship for him as she gave him the best blowjob she'd ever given.

"That's it, Master," she breathed hotly, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a lewd pop and starting to stroke it furiously. "Cum on me, Master! Cum on your whore's face, on her tits. Treat her like she deserves! Mark her with your virile seed!"

She intensified the speed of her strokes as she leaned closer, aiming the head of his cock against her face.

Harry grunted, watching the first shot of his thick, potent cum strike her right in the middle of her face, and Hermione went to work eagerly. She stroked him, milking him of everything he had to give her, as she aimed his cock against her face, her upper chest, and her tits, making him shoot his load all over her. Her entire face was slick with his seed, and he could see it dripping off her chin and onto her tits and thighs.

Hermione pushed forward and rubbed the head of his cock against her nipples when he was done, smearing the remainder of his seed against her hardened nubs.

"How did I do, Master?" She purred sexily from her spot in front of him, on her knees as she stared up at him in subservience.

"You did good, Mrs. Weasley," he smirked, taking a seat on the chair to his right. "Now you can feast if you'd like. I won't mind."

She grinned eagerly and began swiping her fingers over her face, feeding herself, and Harry simply stared at her.

'What a filthy whore,' he thought in satisfaction as she slowly cleaned herself up.

"Nice meal?" He smirked.

Hermione turned toward him and smiled.

"Very," she nodded and got up, standing in front of him. "I will work on myself to be worthy of being your escort, Master. I promise."

"See that you do. I'd hate for you to waste this opportunity," he replied, wandlessly casting a silent Tempus. "That's all for the day, I believe. Go on, get dressed."

Hermione nodded obediently and turned around, walking away. Harry stared at her retreating figure. With a little work, she'd surely turn heads wherever she went. He sat comfortably in the chair as he watched her pull the wet thong up her legs, displaying her well-fucked pussy as she bent over. Her lacy bra was next, and soon, she was clothed in the sexy attire she had arrived in.

Turning toward him, she grinned.

"I'll contact you when I feel like it. Be sure to work on yourself. I want to see some sort of improvement when I see you next," he ordered.

Hermione bowed her head submissively and nodded.

"I will, Master," she nodded.

"Good. And make sure you think of a name for the new you. That identity bullshit you spewed an hour or so ago doesn't exist no more, got it?"

Hermione nodded again.

"I will work on it as well, Master."

"See that you do. It's a pain to keep calling you Mrs. Weasley on repeat. I'd much rather prefer something else, even though it's fun to keep reminding you who you are and what you're doing."

"I don't think it bothers me anymore to be honest, Master," she smirked sultrily.

Harry chuckled.

"No, I didn't think it did," he agreed. "Which means it makes sense for you to give this new identity a new name as well. Impress me."

"Yes, Master."

"You can leave now," he instructed, and Hermione obliged dutifully.

Harry watched as she twisted on the spot and with a loud crack of an apparition, she vanished.

"Well," he mused, staring up at the ceiling with a satisfied grin plastered on his face. "That was something."

He was very satisfied with the results so far, and he was very much looking forward to how well she would develop.

His revenge on those traitors had finally begun.

TBC.

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