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The Real Wizarding World Chapter Twenty-One

“Hermione, Emma, punishment pose,” Harry ordered. 

Hermione and Emma dropped to their hands and knees, “yes Master,” they said together, submitting to Harry. They lowered their chins, resting them on their crossed forearms as they arched their backs.

Harry smiled in satisfaction as his girls immediately assumed the correct pose without hesitation. The training he had put them through was still holding strong.

Harry knelt down behind them, fondling their asses. He could see they were already dripping wet for him.

He positioned himself behind Hermione, using both his hands to knead her ass. She was tense, preparing herself for when the first spank came, but as he kneaded her ass, he felt her relax into his touch.

That was the moment he struck, eliciting a yelp of surprise from Hermione, but to her credit she held the pose, not moving a muscle.

Harry returned to fondling her ass, soothing the sting from the first spank as he prepared her for the next one.

Hermione let out a groan of pleasure as Harry fondled her ass. She hadn’t realized how much she missed this until just now. There was just something about the heady mix of submission, the sting of each spank, and the pleasure of it all that drove her wild. 

She wondered if it started when Arcanum captured them. Was it their forced training? The potions? The ritual? Or was it some combination of all three?

As she revelled in the feel of Harry’s hands on her ass, a small voice in the back of her head whispered an uncomfortable truth, one she had been trying her best to ignore.

She enjoyed it as much as she did because it was what she always wanted. A strong wizard, one that she trusted, who would take charge of her and make the important decisions so that she wouldn’t have to.  

As Hermione relaxed into Harry’s touch a second time, she felt a series of spanks rain down on her ass, alternating between each cheek. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Before he returned to fondling her ass again.

Harry looked down at Hermione’s ass as it turned a beautiful shade of pink under his touch. He knew that when he chose her she would be willful, that she wouldn’t fully accept her position, or his, but he could be patient. For Hermione to fully submit to him, it would take time.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Harry reined down another series of spanks to Hermione’s ass, eliciting a yelp of surprise from her.

Hermione felt a familiar wetness dripping down her legs as Harry continued to spank her ass. She knew Harry could see her arousal, how much she desperately wanted him inside of her, but she knew he wouldn’t do it now, not until she was aching for it.

Harry looked down at Hermione’s thoroughly spanked ass lustfully. He wanted to fuck her, take her from behind right there, but he held himself back. It would be so much more enjoyable for both of them when he pushed Hermione past her limit, when all she could think about was his dick hammering away inside her cunt.

He lightly tapped Hermione’s plug, causing it to vibrate at its lowest setting. It was just enough to keep her wet for him, but not enough to let her cum.

He moved behind Emma next, cupping her ass in his hands, and parting her cheeks, looking down at the plug firmly locked in her ass.

He could hardly wait until he took her ass, but he would have to ease her into that idea slowly. He didn’t want to scare her off the idea.

Harry thought about Emma’s reaction to her capture. It had been a genuine surprise for him. He fully expected her to react the same way as Hermione, willful, stubborn, and disobedient, but she took to her submission so readily, even trying to convince Hermione to do the same.

Harry spanked Emma at a leisurely pace. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Emma accepted her situation, her place. She realized she was a sexual creature, finally in the hands of a strong wizard that knew how to handle her. 

If not for Emma, Harry knew they would still be in the training room.

Hermione would have been so much more stubborn on her own, unwilling to accept her place at his feet.

Emma grunted softly every time Harry spanked her, loving the feeling of his hands on her ass. She knew Harry loved to see her this way, on display for him.

It wasn’t enough that she and Hermione were bent over like this, exposing themselves to him. He had to see their arousal, hear them grunt and moan in pleasure, and squirm under his touch.

As Harry reached the fiftieth spank for Emma, he activated her plug as well, causing Emma to moan out loud as her arousal shot up even higher.

“Go to the bedroom,” Harry ordered. “I want you both waiting for me in doll position.”

Hermione and Emma rose to their feet, hurrying to the bedroom. “Yes, Master.”

Harry waited a few minutes, letting their anticipation build before he walked into the bedroom to join them.

Hermione and Emma lay on their backs, side by side, on the bed. They had their wrists crossed over their heads, knees bent, and legs spread apart, wantonly displaying their dripping cunts for their Master.

Harry peeled off his shirt and unbuckled his belt as he joined them on the bed. He moved between Emma’s legs, slowly pressing his cock into her waiting cunt, slowly sheathing himself inside her.

“Ohhhh,” Emma moaned as Harry slid into her pussy, filling her up as the plug in her ass buzzed away. 

She looked up into the eyes of her Master. He was staring down at her hungrily. His strong hands gripped her waist as he pumped his cock in and out of her dripping cunt at a steady pace. She did her best to hold on, but before she knew it, she had already cum over his cock. “AWGAWD!”

The combination of her recent spanking, the plug in her ass, and the powerful thrusts of Harry’s cock all but assured she would cum within a few thrusts of his cock.

Harry leaned down, crushing his lips to Emma’s possessively as he thrust his cock one last time before pulling out.

Hermione watched as Harry fucked her mother, turning her on even more. She could already feel a thin sheen of sweat forming across her body as she used all her willpower to hold her position, and stop herself from reaching down and fingering herself to orgasm.

“I need you… Master, please,” Hermione begged as she looked at Harry’s cock, glistening with Emma’s cum, desperately wanting that monster inside her as well.

Harry didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself between Hermione’s legs and thrust his cock into Hermione’s pussy with one powerful stroke.

Hermione’s eyes went wide as she arched her back, cumming immediately. “GAWD!” She clamped her legs tightly around Harry’s waist as she rode out her orgasm.

Harry stared down at Hermione as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, keeping up a steady pace as he rapidly brought her to the edge of another orgasm.

“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” Hermione grunted with each thrust. “Oh, Yes, MASTER! That feels amazing. Don’t stop,” she begged, loving the feel of the deep vibrations in her ass as her plug buzzed away, magnifying the pleasure of Harry’s cock pumping inside her.

Harry crushed his lips to Hermione’s as he thrust inside of her powerfully, slowly increasing the pace until Hermione was keening with pleasure.

Hermione’s eyes popped open, “AAAAHHH!” she screamed out as another orgasm rocked her body.

Harry was far from finished as he pulled out of Hermione, then helped the still recovering Emma to lie down on top of her.

Hermione gasped for breath as she wrapped her legs around Emma’s waist, staring up at the flushed face of her mother. 

Emma looked down at Hermione with a growing lust. She pressed her lips tightly to Hermione’s, her tongue easily parting Hermione’s lips, and explored her mouth as she felt the bed shift behind her.

She didn’t have to look to know what Harry was going to do next.

Harry enjoyed the erotic sight of his girls lost in their own world as they kissed and explored each other’s bodies, grinding their cunts together as they tried to get each other off.

He reached down for Emma’s plug, twisting it to the right to turn the vibrations to the maximum setting at the same he shoved his dick back inside her waiting cunt.

“EEEKKK!” Emma squealed out in surprise as she felt the vibrations in her ass suddenly amplify. She tore her lips from Hermione’s, arching her back as Harry slammed into her from behind as she gasped for breath. UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!

She could feel Harry gripping her waist tightly as he pounded into her cunt, his thighs slapping into her ass with loud smacks as he rapidly brought her to another orgasm. “MAAASTEEEER!!!” she screamed out as she came a second time, bringing Hermione along with her as they ground their cunts together.

Emma slumped back down on top of Hermione, feeling completely spent, her body covered in sweat. She looked down to see Hermione had passed out, clearly exhausted from their activities.

She felt her eyes droop. She wanting very much to join Hermione, but it seemed like Harry had other ideas. He was still inside her. His grip had softened, and his pace had slowed, but he was still sawing his cock in out of her pussy.

“Please Master,” Emma moaned, “I don’t think I can take anymore.”

“You can,” Harry replied gently as he continued his slow, sensual pace, turning off Emma’s plug so that all she could feel was his cock sliding in and out of her. “You’ll like this one, I promise.”

Emma didn’t think she had another orgasm in her, but went along with her Master’s wishes. She held on as he continued at his slower, sensual pace, slowly coaxing her body towards another orgasm.

“Good girl,” Harry praised, as he felt Emma press her ass back against each of his thrusts.

Emma let out a low moan, matching Harry’s pace as she edged closer to another orgasm.

‘This is why he’s my Master,’ Emma thought. ‘He knows exactly what I need.’

Harry pressed his hips forward one final time, burying his cock in Emma’s cunt as he erupted inside her with a grunt.

Emma let out a soft moan as Harry exploded inside of her, setting off her own orgasm. Her eyes fluttered closed as she slumped down on top of Hermione.

Hermione scrunched her face, trying to turn away from the sun shining directly on her face, but there was a weight pressing down on her chest. 

She cracked open an eyelid to find Emma lying on top of her, still fast asleep. She smiled wickedly as she remembered what they did the previous night. Harry was so powerful, so strong, and the way he took charge of her, it made her wet just thinking about it.

She gently rolled Emma off her and sat up on the bed. Harry was still asleep as well, on the other side of Emma. She stared out at the ocean, wondering what Harry had planned for them today.

“Hey Hermione,” Harry said as woke up with a yawn a few minutes later.

“Good morning Har-Master,” Hermione said, catching herself.

“… Last night was amazing,” Harry said, ignoring Hermione’s near slip for the moment.

“Yes,” Hermione blushed. She didn’t say it out loud, but it was possibly the best sex of her life.

“Morning Hermione, Master,” Emma mumbled as she woke up with a yawn, stretching her arms above her head. “What should we do today?”

“I think we need to visit Ron,” Harry said, getting serious. “We have to find out what he knows. Do you think you two are ready for that?”

Hermione and Emma looked back and forth between each other before looking at Harry. They were as ready as they were going to be. “We’re ready, Master,” they replied together.

“Alright,” Harry nodded. “I’ll get breakfast started. Why don’t you two have a shower and meet me in the kitchen?” 

“Yes Master,” Hermione replied, staying in character as she and Emma walked into the bathroom.

When the bathroom door closed, Harry went to the closet and laid out the outfits he had selected for them.

The bottoms consisted of a gold plate shaped like a half moon, with a gold chain on either side, connected to a slightly narrower plate on the back. A strip of dark red acromantula silk hung from each plate, going to just above the knee.

The tops were a pair of golden cups connected by a thin series of chains, one set connecting at their backs, and the other going up, and attaching to their collars.

To complete their outfits, there was a set of golden wrist and ankle manacles.

An hour later, Harry was treated to the sight of his girls walking into the kitchen wearing their matching outfits. 

“Wow,” Harry said as he stared at them in their matching outfits. They looked even better than he thought they would.

Hermione and Emma both blushed at the looks Harry was giving them. “It’s a little revealing, don’t you think, Master?” Hermione asked, self consciously. It was one thing for Harry to see them like this, but Ron as well?

“You look great, better than great actually,” Harry complimented. “It’ll be the perfect distraction for Ron. He’ll be too busy looking at you to notice we’re interrogating him.”

Hermione nodded, still not feeling completely comfortable with it, but willing to follow Harry’s lead.

“Sit down and eat,” Harry said, motioning to the bowls of porridge on the table. 

Emma sighed as she looked down at the porridge. She really didn’t like the stuff, but she knew she would have to put up with it.

When they finished eating, Harry pulled out a pair of black silk robes and handed them to Hermione and Emma. “Put these on,” he ordered. 

Emma and Hermione gratefully put on the robes and pulled up their hoods. The last thing they wanted was for Ron’s neighbors to see them like this. 

When they were ready, Harry clipped a pair of leashes to their collars and apparated them to Ron’s flat.

The trio arrived in a swirl of magic at Ron’s front door. Harry looked back at his girls to make sure they were ready before he knocked on the door.

“Ron, it’s Harry, are you home?” He asked.

A few minutes later, he heard a voice behind the door. “Harry?.. What are you doing here? I thought you went on vacation with Hermione.”

“I got back a little early. Can you open the door? There’s something important I need to talk to you about,” Harry asked.

“… Can you come back in a couple of hours?” Ron asked. “I’m just… in the middle of something right now.”

“Ron, it’s urgent,” Harry replied insistently. 

“… Alright,” Ron called out through the door. “Just give me a couple of minutes, then.”

Harry and the girls heard Ron shuffling behind the door. He was clearing, making the house presentable, and likely hiding away Mrs. Malfoy.

“Harry,” Ron smiled as he opened the door. “Great to see you… who are your friends?” He asked curiously.

“I’ll explain everything inside,” Harry replied as walked past Ron into his flat, tugging on the girl’s leashes to follow him inside.

Ron moved to the side, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw the leashes, catching a glimpse of Hermione and Emma’s faces, but not recognizing them right away.

“Alight, Harry,” Ron said as he closed the door, and followed his friend into the living room. “What’s going on? Who are these people?”

“Something happened when we went to Australia,” Harry replied as he turned to face Ron. “I think it’s easier if I just show you. Girls, drop the cloaks,” he ordered.

Hermione and Emma, to their credit, didn’t hesitate. They knew Ron would get suspicious if they disobeyed Harry. They shed their cloaks, letting them pool at their feet.

Ron’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open as he took in the sight of the two scantily clad women. They looked eerily familiar, bearing a striking resemblance to Hermione, but there were two of them.

“Ron, this is Hermione, and her mother Emma,” Harry revealed.

“What?! Hermione? And her mother?!” He asked in shock. ‘What was going on? This didn’t make any sense. How could Hermione, of all people, become Harry’s slave, let alone her mother as well? How did he even find out about the slave ritual?’ He thought.

“Ron, I know you have a lot of questions,” Harry replied. “Why don’t we sit down, and I’ll tell you everything.” he said as he walked into the living room.

Harry sat down in an armchair. “kneel girls,” he ordered, watching as Hermione and Emma instantly dropped to the floor on either side of him.

Ron moved to the sofa across from Harry, sitting down as well. “Alright Harry, just what the heck is going on?”

“I went with Hermione to Australia to visit her mother,” Harry explained. “Not long after we arrived, a group of wizards captured us. They had a contract for Hermione, and possibly Emma as well.”

“What? Who?” Ron demanded.

“We still don’t know,” Harry answered. “They wouldn’t tell me. I was able to negotiate with them, and paid for both Hermione and Emma, but they made us perform some kind of binding ritual before they would let us go.”

“Ok… but that doesn’t explain why Hermione looks so different, and how they’re dressed,” Ron pointed out.

“They were both given a series of potions. We still don’t know exactly what they all did,” Harry explained. “But the reason they’re dressed like this is because of what we found out.”

“The magical world… it controls the muggle world, and it has for a long time,” Harry explained. “As far as we can tell, it’s a very small group of witches and wizards,” Harry continued. “We think they heavily influence or outright control the magical governments as well.”

“… This is a lot to take in, Harry,” Ron said, sitting back. It certainly went a long way towards explaining what he had found out. “Hermione, Mrs. Granger, are you ok?… what do you think about all this?”

“We talked about it with Master Harry,” Hermione answered. “Even if he lets us go, it won’t stop someone else from kidnapping us later.”

“We all agreed,” Emma added. “We’re much safer with Master Harry than without him. Even if we could undo the ritual, we still won’t be safe until we deal with these people.”

“You come from a pureblood family Ron, so we need to know. Are you part of this? Did you know anything about it?” Harry asked.

Ron looked at Harry uncomfortably, wondering how much he should reveal. After a moment, he sighed. If he couldn’t trust his best mate, then who could he trust?

“I didn’t know about any of this,” Ron replied, “not until recently, but I only found out about the ritual, nothing about wizards controlling the muggle world.”

“How?” Harry asked. 

“That’s a bit of a long story,” Ron answered. “I guess I might as well show you. Narcissa, come in here.”

Harry, Hermione, and Emma feigned shock and surprise as Narcissa Malfoy walked into the room. She was naked, except for the gold collar locked around her neck, and didn’t look happy to see them.

“You weren’t the only one to get a slave,” Ron replied, enjoying the looks of surprise on their faces.

I hope you enjoyed that latest chapter! What do you think of Ron and Narcissa? They have their own side story as well called The Payment Plan. You can find out more on the notes and updates page.

The polls are open, so please don’t forget to vote on which side story you want to see updated next.

The first chapter of the side story How to Train Your Pet Slave is also up as well 🙂

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  1. Sigurd Ueland

    Are Hermione and Emma going to Get piercings?

    1. jumpin

      Hi, I didn’t really think about piercings, not that I’m opposed to it, I just can’t think of a good in story reason to include piercings

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