Hermione ate one piece… and then another… and then another. They tasted so good! By the time she stopped herself, she’d eaten most of the box of candy.
There was a note inside. It told her where to go. She was supposed to meet the sender of the candy.
Hermione eagerly cleaned herself up and fixed up her hair before putting on her best dress. Then she headed out to meet her admirer. She could walk well enough, but she was not herself. Something in the candy was clearly affecting her.
She swooned with growing excitement. The sender of the candy. She really wanted to please that person. In fact, she wanted to do everything in her power to give him pleasure.
A part of her sensed she was under a spell. But she couldn’t break it. Fact of the matter was: she didn’t want to.
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw someone in the shadows of a darkened corner, waiting for her. Hermione felt a flush of excitement as she stepped toward them. Then he stepped forward out into the light.
She gasped in momentary shock. Then she swooned as he drew closer. Hermione was trembling as Draco Malfoy grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close.
“Those candies,” she murmured. “It was… it was you?” He simply nodded.
“Oh bloody hell; I’m gone!” she breathed. Then she warmly embraced him before kissing him passionately.
They stood there for the longest time, hugging and kissing. Then they pulled apart. That’s when he began escorting her down the road.
She did not ask where he was taking her. It did not matter. She only wanted to please him. Under the influence of the candies, she was powerless to resist.
They took a side road off the beaten path. Draco led her to what looked like an old building. It looked like it had not been lived in for some time.
He took her inside. Lights came on as though programmed to illuminate the room once they detected the presence of individuals. Draco simply walked her through the empty room until he came to a door.
“It’s waiting for you, my beloved,” he whispered into her ear.
Hermione trembled with excitement. Her will was no longer her own. Yet she was fully aware of her every action.
He opened the door into darkness. They stepped through, Draco closing the door behind them. Then the lights came on the same way they had in the previous room.
Hermione stared at it in utter disbelief. At first, she was horrified. But horror immediately gave way to an irresistible pull of sexual attraction and arousal.
They moved closer until it was mere inches from her. Hermione inhaled sharply as she leaned back against Draco. It was calling to her… and she so desperately wanted to answer the call.
Hermione closed her eyes. But that did not help. This was something she knew he wanted from her. And she desperately wanted to please him, even though it meant riding it into glorious oblivion.
Hermione finally found her voice. “Draco, what have you done to me?”
“Nothing,” he murmured into her ear. “This is something you’ve always wanted, but would never admit to yourself. The candies just brought it out in you. Am I right?”
“No,” she breathed in a trembling voice. “It’s not… I mean… it can’t be… it’s… oh, bloody hell!”
“You’re lying, my beloved.”
“No… yes… I don’t… why do I feel it… calling to me?”
“You can picture it in your mind, can’t you?” It was the devil whispering into her ear.
“No, I…” And then she really could picture it in her mind. Hermione saw herself kicking her way into eternity.
…and it absolutely enthralled her…
She immediately recognized the source, not that she could do anything about it. “Gawd, Draco! What did you put… in those candies I ate?”
“Nothing much. Just a little potion I discovered. It’s a potion that simply brings out what has lain dormant inside you for a very long time.”
“Gawd, Draco; I… I can’t…” Now she was trembling… and exceedingly wet down below.
“Open your eyes and look at it, Hermione.”
“I can’t! I don’t dare!”
“Look at it!”
Hermione opened her eyes… and was almost overcome with emotion. “Oh bloody hell! It’s… it’s beautiful! I can’t stop trembling!”
“You want it; don’t you, Hermione? For my sake; isn’t that right?”
“No… ohgawd, yes. Please don’t make me, Draco. I can’t control myself.”
“Touch it, Hermione.”
“No; I…”
“Touch it.”
Hermione gingerly reached out toward it like it was a snake ready to strike back. Then she felt it. A moment later, she shuddered unexpectedly.
“Gawd; I just came! Bloody hell!”
Draco smiled inwardly. “That’s what I thought, my beloved. Now put it around your neck.”
“Please don’t make me—”
“You know you want to.”
Hermione inhaled sharply. Then she reached up for it with trembling hands. Touching it sent something sexual surging through her quivering body.
She began to carefully loop it around her throat. It felt incredible. It was so… so bloody seductive!
“Yes, just like that,” Draco murmured. “That’s my girl.”
Hermione shuddered at his words, hearing how she had just pleased him. “Gawd; I just came again,” she panted breathlessly. “What… what did you… put in… those candies??”
“You know you want to,” he murmured into her ear, ignoring her remark as he nuzzled her neck.
Hermione swooned again. She was all caught up in the moment. She wanted to do this… but not just for him. Now she wanted to do it for herself as well.
“Bloody hell, Draco! I can’t… I can’t stop myself!” Now she was squirming from the sensation of the coil around her neck.
“What do you want, Hermione?” It was a question in which he already knew the answer. But to her, it was the voice of seductive evil in her ear.
“Don’t make me!” she begged with a whimper. “Bloody hell, I… I want…” Then she gave in as she panted, “I want to feel it pull me… up onto my toes.”
“Then you shall feel it, my beloved.”
There was one last attempt to resist that ultimately failed. “Don’t call me that… oh, bloody hell, Draco; do it!”
“Liftus phalanges,” he murmured softly.
The noose gently pulled upward of its own accord. Hermione was lifted up onto her toes in an instant. The effect from the candies made the sensations agonizingly, devilishly delicious.
She rasped as she balanced upon her toes… “Auuggh… Draco… ffeeeelllsshh…. goooddd…”
He was intensely aroused at what he was witnessing, more-so than he’d been anticipating. She’d been a thorn in his side for a long time. This was such sweet, delicious revenge.
Draco smiled inwardly. Now he was really enjoying this. That’s when he quietly murmured, “What do you want now, my beloved?”
She tried to fight it. But it was no use… “No… gawd…” *rasp* “…my dress… I want it… off….. for you…” *gawk*
Her hands slowly came up and pulled the dress loose at her shoulders. Without support, it effortlessly slid down off her body. It revealed she was wearing nothing underneath, a deliberate choice brought on under the influence of the candies.
Draco lustfully took in her naked beauty. Hermione felt his eyes upon her. It made her gasp and tremble, knowing she was the cause of his growing excitement.
“You knew all along, my beloved; didn’t you. Now I get to watch you hang in all your naked glory. It’s what you’ve always wanted; isn’t that right?”
She rasped for breath as she fought to regain control of herself. “No, I… thought you… were someone else…”
“That’s not true, and you know it.”
Hermione shuffled around upon her toes, fighting a losing battle internally. “No. I knew all along… it was you…”
“So you wore nothing underneath for my benefit?”
“Not for you, damn you…” *awk-rasp* “…yes… yes… for you, my love…” She couldn’t help herself.
Draco looked into her eyes. “What do you want now, my beloved?”
Hermione was trembling like crazy, on the verge of yet another climax. She tried one last time to resist. But it was hopeless. Deep down, she really wanted to do this for him.
*Awk* “…to hang… for you… my love… damn you… bloody hell…”
Hermione slowly brought her arms behind her back. Then she murmured, “Wristus bondicus.” It surprised Draco the way she still had enough presence of mind to come up with a spell like that.
A length of rope in a corner of the room rose up and flew over to her wrists. It tightly wrapped itself around them, firmly securing her. Draco was impressed.
“You secured your own wrists behind your back for me? Lovely. Bondage makes you look even sexier, my beloved. Good girl.”
She was partially strangled. But with those last two words, Hermione helplessly climaxed again. It felt good, experiencing pleasure coursing through her body like that.
“Damn you… Dacro… I can’t… I don’t… bloody hell… I just… came again… please, I… I want it so bad… I want to… hang for you…”
Draco’s pants fell to the floor, freeing his hardening member. He immediately began stroking it as he murmured, “I always knew you had it in you. You’re such a noose-slut.”
“Damn you,” Hermione rasped. But seeing him stroke himself at her helpless situation nearly drove her over the edge again. Her voice was breathless and raspy as she panted, “Bloody hell, Draco! I want to… hang for you… so badly! I want to… dance for you!”
In a quiet voice, he motioned as he replied, “Liftus dramaticus.” And with that, Hermione was lifted up off the floor.
She rasped and gurgled as the noose strangled her. Then she started to dance. Hermione kicked and pedaled as though she was in the midst of a midair ballet.
Draco gasped for breath. Then he started stroking himself harder as he panted, “Bloody hell, Hermione! That’s fantastic! You always were a noose-slut! We just had to bring it out of you is all!”
She humped in his direction. Draco panted, “Cum for me, my beloved. Such a good girl.” And with that, Hermione squirted her pleasure.
The orgasm weakened her. Now the noose was really strangling her. That’s when she saw Draco furiously stroking himself.
No! She didn’t want him to spill it all over the floor! She wanted him to fill her with his seed!
She had to force the words out of her mouth. But somehow, she got them out. “Fuck…… me…… Draco….. flying fuck…..”
He understood what she was trying to say. Her desires overwhelmed him. After all, he’d been dreaming about fucking her for ages. Now was his chance.
He stepped right up to her dangling body. Somehow, Hermione managed to wrap her legs around him, trying to pull him closer. Then she impaled herself upon his erection until she felt him enter her.
For a moment, Hermione ended up resting on his dick. It removed some of the tension from the noose. She could breathe a little better. But inwardly, she knew what Draco wanted.
“Give me…. more pain…”
“Good girl.” And with that, she was lifted up just enough until the noose had her full weight again.
Hermione used her legs to ride him as she climaxed yet again, her cunt furiously milking him. Part of it was to please him. But the other part was to lift herself high enough to ease the strain of the strangling coil around her neck.
Her face was red, her nipples puffy and swollen. Her pussy clenched around his shaft as her muscles worked to please him. She never knew such agony could feel so divine.
“Want to… fly for you…” It was all she could do to rasp the words out.
He stepped back until she lost him. Hermione went swinging back and forth as she kicked and humped. “Good girl,” he murmured as he stroked himself. “Cum for me.” And she did, furiously humping the air in his direction.
He stepped forward until she wrapped her legs around his waist again. She took him inside her and began riding him once more, trying to lift herself up as her pussy clenched around his shaft. The noose was relentless, hungrily squeezing her neck.
He began pumping a load deep inside her. She rolled her eyes as she shuddered from yet another orgasm. There was intense pain and pleasure knowing she had just made him go off inside her.
At that moment, she knew what he wanted. Deep down, it was what she wanted as well. She just had to find some way to inform him…
“Now….. want…. more pain…. want to fly…… let me fly…..”
“Good girl. Let’s give the noose-slut what she wants.” And with that, Draco stepped back.
Hermione was airborne again. It was a pain unlike anything she had ever felt before. But this time, it seemed to become so much worse.
Hermione struggled in the noose, filled with the seed of a wizard she had previously despised. It dripped shamefully out of her cunt, slithering down her inner thighs. Now she desperately wanted to please him by suffering for him… strangling for him… flying for him……..
…dying for him…
She was slowly lifted higher into the air. She looked at Draco, begging him with her eyes. That’s when he smiled and nodded in her direction.
Hermione instantly felt a sharp pain in her cunt. It caused her to jerk and dance in the noose for him. Whatever had happened had been full of agony and ecstasy.
She suffered; she danced; she strangled in the grasp of the coil. More cum shamefully dripped out of her pussy, slithering down her inner thighs. She had no idea whether or not Draco was magically adding to the volume inside her. But it was making her feel like such a noose-slut.
She humped in his direction as she rasped, “More…… pain…..” He nodded again. There was another sharp pain in her cunt, setting her to twisting and suffering all over again in breathless agony.
It hurt so badly! But she couldn’t make herself stop. Besides, he was stroking again.
She humped in his direction, desperate for more. It caused him to nod at her again. That’s when she felt blinding pain, causing her to squirt her pleasure. Why was such agony leading to such ecstasy??
He gently lowered her back down. Then he spun her around until she was facing away from him. A moment later, Hermione felt him push his cock up into her anal passage.
Shamefully, she’d experimented with anal before. But it was not like this. The pain was incredible.
She was so strangled that she could hardly speak. Somehow she managed to nod instead. That’s when she felt him thrust painfully hard up inside her.
Pain – pain – PAIN! Something was lengthening up inside her. It felt like organs were rupturing.
Hermione felt something coming up her throat. She was forced to tip her head back and open her mouth. Nothing was there, but is sure felt like some sort of shaft had gone all the way through her.
She clenched until she felt Draco cum up her arse. Then he stepped back. Hermione dangle limp and lifeless, cum from her ass adding to the mixture going down her inner thighs.
She heard his words from what sounded like a great distance… “Now the noose-slut dies for her pleasure… and for mine.” Her cunt and ass clenched and quivered. Then a death rattle emanated up from out of her throat.
Hermione could no longer speak. Hell, she could no longer breathe anymore. Her mouth gaped open from some invisible spit, but she could get no air through it.
“Let it go, Hermione. Let the noose claim you. That’s a good girl.”
Agonal spasms rippled through her as organs started to die. There was one last violent convulsion of pain. Then she dangled quietly, fulfilling her innermost desire as becoming a happy noose-slut.
9-28-24 Inspired by the manip I found.