When Hogwarts first introduced its Public Use initiative, Hermione was deeply, deeply suspicious of the whole thing. Every Friday, a seventh year girl would become free game for all students to have sex with, magically compelled to consent to anything and to continue about their day while being used. "To help relieve the stress of academia," they had told her. It sounded disgusting in truth. Hermione could not believe that this was allowed to happen or that the school staff she had held in such esteem would do something so perverse and vile to their female students. And that had been when it was announced in the first place; being told she would be the girl chosen that Friday to be charmed was even worse, and she went to bed furious over what was being done to her.
When she awoke, she found Ron peering over her bed, jerking off in her face. "Morning, 'Mione," he said as he worked his hand back and forth along his cock, beating off so quickly that his tip bumped against her nose and lips from all of the wild shaking about and jerking.
She wanted to yell out in panic and kick him off, but instead she lay there, aware he was masturbating but completely unable to do anything. The charm had taken effect upon her, compelling her to allow him to do whatever he wanted. She couldn't even chide him for it; her voice felt robbed as she tried to yell at him to get off of her, able only to groan a frustrated, "Good morning, Ron." She couldn't speak out against him either, trying to complain about this whole thing but only able to spit out, "I guess the charm has taken effect."
"I hear a lot of the boys are waiting for the chance to fuck you. Maybe you'll come out of this liking it at the end." He shrugged. Hermione didn't respond to anything he said, unable to find words to say that the spell wouldn't have considered a violation of her new submissive, accepting personality. She just had to lie there, tense and silent as she let Ron jerk off, unable to voice her thoughts at all as he continued to jerk off right in her face, showing off a marked lack of anything resembling decency, while Hermione lay there with little hope of being able to do anything about it except to lie there and endure it all, helpless and frustrated as she knew what was coming and felt powerless to do anything to stop it.
With a groan, Ron came all over her face, blowing a massive wad of cum, big enough for Hermione to wonder if he had been 'saving up' for a few days now just to make sure it was big. "Have you been waiting for this?" she asked, the words coming out wrong as her attempt to ask him if he had really just executed some twisted plan on his friend just ended up parsed incorrectly.
"Ever since they announced this plan," Ron confessed, pulling up off of her bed and walking off as Hermione lay there with cum all over her face. Cum that she felt now completely powerless to get rid of, mental compulsions preventing her from wiping away the mess and ensuring that she just accepted the cum that lay on her face. Breathy and tense, Hermione almost wanted to stay in bed, but she had class to attend, even if attending it sounded like the worst idea. She couldn't shake the impending pressure upon her, knowing she would just have to take it in stride and hope she was going to be fine there. But she had spent long enough in it that she had let the cum begin to dry on her face, ensuring it stayed there was she rose up out of bed and even remained on through dressing herself and heading out of the room, her legs feeling cold as she wore no panties under her skirt--panties were forbidden too, of course.
Someone claimed her pussy before she'd even made it down the stairs toward the common room. Hermione didn't even know who was doing it as he bent her over the banister and pulled her skirt up, his cock shoving into her quickly and leaving her no time to process what was happening as the sensations just crashed down upon her. Gritting her teeth as she was taken on by the sudden, primal aggression, Hermione wished desperately to do something about this, but instead her body responded to the feeling of a big cock pounding into her with guilty excitement, a nervous moan rumbling in her throat as she was pounded into very directly and harshly. There was a strange sort of excitement behind it that didn't make any sense at all to Hermione, even knowing that the spell over her body was something intense and irresistible.
"Always thought you'd be real tight," groaned the Gryffindor behind her. She didn't recognize his voice at all, trembling under the intense frustration of not even knowing who was fucking her as she just let him have his way with her body. It didn't matter who was fucking her, she told herself. Well, 'she' wasn't quite right, as Hermione was sure this was yet another push of the twisted charms laid over her, enforcing a mental submission that gave Hermione more and more reasons to object. To want to object, at least, as instead her body shivered with the increasing pressure of the cock pounding into her pussy and overwhelming her with so much sensation and heat that she was completely helpless against all of it. She just took it on, body responding with excitement even if her mind wasn't.
Hermione could do nothing to stop this madness as he not only fucked her, but fucked her to her first orgasm of the day. A guilty, hot rush of sensation primal and depraved enough to shake her from any hope this was going to be an okay day as she came hard, gasping and pressing back against the big cock suddenly firing off a load of cum inside of her hot pussy, body shivering with need and want as she was overwhelmed, taken on and stripped emotionally bare. She could do nothing to stem the tide of sensation, and she felt herself completely out of control as she remained panting over the banister even after the cock pulled out of her and cum began to drip down her slender thighs.
In the common room, there were some boys waiting for her, shoving her quickly down to her knees as a pair of cocks shoved into her face. "Come on Granger, pay up," one of them snickered, prodding her cheek with the head of his cock, and all Hermione could do was nod, opening her mouth in submissive invitation as she looked up at them, wishing she could give them a piece of her mind but instead left helpless as her hands reached out of 'her own' initiative to grasp them tightly, beginning to stroke the cocks as she allowed them to shift into position and start to use her mouth. They grabbed her head and pulled her down back and forth, tugging on her hair to begin fucking her mouth in tandem.
Hermione was almost kind of thankful for the presence of her hands, in truth. It kept them from pushing her down too far as they forced her to suck their cocks, ensuring it couldn't get too deep and that she didn't have to deepthroat them, and both seemed more than happy to accept the handjobs, which at least kept her from completely feeling the depraved, hot shame of having to go too far. It wasn't very much reassurance, but it was something, and she found herself needing every last bit of reassurance she could get in the infuriating midst of pressure they overwhelmed her with, her body helpless against the firm and encroaching sense of wrongness that refused to leave her be.
Back and forth she sucked, mouth slurping loudly on the cocks. Her lips tightened down automatically, her body accepting the pressure and taking it on as best she could given the circumstances. There was a certain lack of control over her own body that hunger over Hermione's head, reminding her that her actions weren't entirely her own as she serviced the Gryffindors orally and let them enjoy her body, the charms laid over her keeping her submissive, quiet, and efficient.
When they came, they did so onto her face and her clothes, yelling excitedly as they made a note of blowing their loads with the intention of making as much 'damage' as possible, leaving her a goopy, sticky mess of cum as Hermione whined and slumped back, ready for this to be over, but realizing the double blowjob she'd just given had created a crowd, and that there were more guys yet to want to have her suck their cocks before she could even get to her first class of the day.
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"You are late, Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said curtly as Hermione stumbled into the room.
"I'm sorry, professor. Got caught up." As the teacher turned toward the poor girl, she saw a cummy, ragged mess, spunk all over her clothes, in her hair, on her face, and running down her thighs. The rest of the class saw it, too.
"Oh, right. Today is your turn for those services. Very well, Hermione, you are an otherwise model student, so I will not give you detention."
"Thank you, professor." Hermione had been interrupted on her way to class, trying to walk in a ring of other Gryffindor girls willing to cover for her in a show of solidarity, only to get plucked out when someone ordered her to her knees, at which point she took on about ten more cocks before finally stumbling into class a total mess. There was nothing she could do to help herself out of this situation, but she hoped she could now at least get back to her studies and actually do what she was here to do.
Fat chance of that.
Hermione hadn't been in her seat for all of two minutes before hands tangled into her hair and someone pulled her into place. She looked in shock and dismay at the fact that Harry himself, absent from the common room blowbang, had decided he would pick his spot. Her eyes went wide and she tried to mouth something harsh as he pushed her head down onto his cock, and it was then that she realized why he'd waited until he had her all to himself as he plunged right down her throat.
The sound of Hermione gagging on Harry's cock filled the classroom with indecent noise, but McGonagall could do nothing about it, as the free use rules applied even during class. Harry began to noisily fuck Hermione's throat in what was in every possible way a total betrayal, but she could do nothing to help herself as she shivered and ached, nervously taking on the pressure of his head gripping her down and forcing her to handle his cock. Hermione didn't have any hope of fighting it, choking his cock down and gargling on it without any hope of stopping the pressure. She tried to ignore it and focus on the lesson she was being given, but she couldn't concentrate, let alone hear the teacher's lecture over the sloppy sounds of her throat struggling to handle Harry's cock. She just couldn't save herself now.
Harry didn't show any mercy to Hermione as he facefucked her, acting on long-held fantasies that filled Hermione with bitterness and frustration over the fact that her friends had betrayed her like this. Ron may have given her a rude awakening, but now she was under so much more pressure and panic thanks to Harry not only being rougher with her, but doing it all in front of everyone else, disrupting class with his oral dominance and giving Hermione a taste for just what sort of guys her male friends really were. She endured the hammering of her throat and the raw indignity of Harry's facefucking without complaint, right up until he came all over her face again, adding a fresh, wet layer to the dried coatings of cum she had already taken on.
But she had more to deal with than that as Harry proceeded to then rub and slap his wet, slimy cock all over her face. Someone else pulled her skirt up and tugged on her hips to pull her back on the bench so that she sat on her thighs and her ass and pussy were available, allowing someone to sink into her pussy and fuck her as Harry enjoyed cockslapping her a little while longer before finally pulling back and leaving her to get fucked as he went back to his seat.
Through the rest of transfiguration, people kept coming up behind her to fuck her again, calmly shoving into her pussy and fucking her relentlessly. She came each time, starting to surmise her body was primed to find orgasm whenever someone came in her pussy given how repeatedly she came, and it was not a very comforting factor, leaving her more and more helpless as she took on the chaos and distraction, unable to focus at all on her class work as she kept cumming and cumming. There was no sense to it, no decency or composure, she just kept getting fucked, cumming harder and moaning louder each time as she was left a helpless wr5eck, struggling to contain herself. She hated this, her notes looking like a scribbled mess of anger and panic as she was used by her peers, by people she thought of as friends, but was certainly seeing in a new light now.
It continued like that throughout the day. She would get fucked in class, gangbanged in the halls, fed cum during lunch and pounded feverishly as she was laid into and given little hope of composing herself. Class after class went by with little hope for making things feel okay. She spent potions getting facefucked, had to keep stroking cocks in her face during charms, and out in the greenhouse she didn't get to actually pay attention to the herbology lecture because she kept getting pinned up against the glass wall and fucked so hard she was worried at some point it would break. As it happened, she found herself absolutely helpless, unable to wash off the cum on her face or her thighs, unable to change her clothes or block off access to her holes.
But there was one final moment that had proven worse and more embarrassing than everything that had happened to her through the day. It was at dinner when Draco Malfoy rose up from the Slytherin table in the great hall and strutted slowly over to Hermione, a broad smile across his face as he marched toward her. Hermione put her head down low, tense and terrified as she hoped desperately he wasn't coming over toward her. She didn't even want to know if he was. Of course, as she did so she was jerking off Neville in her face and muttering to herself about how men were pigs, but she was in a whole lot more trouble than that.
Neville finished onto her face and pulled away as the sound of someone clearing their throat behind Hermione made her chest tense up. Please not here, she thought to herself, unable to use her own mouth to express those worries. Not him. Being facefucked by Harry in class was bad enough, but to be fucked in the great hall during dinner by Draco Malfoy in front of the entire school was an exercise in pure madness.
But hands seized hold of her and lifted her up anyway, hoisting her into his arms as Draco pulled her on. "You're going to scream for me like a bitch, Granger," Draco growled, slipping his arms underneath her legs and pulling them up high as he locked his hands behind her neck and slammed her ass down into his cock, making Hermione squeal in panic as she found herself suddenly taking on a brutal and hard full nelson anal standing fuck that she could do nothing at all to stop, eyes going wide with panic and worry as she took on the pounding he had in mind for her. He growled into her ear, "I know how the spell works. Tested it out with Pansy three weeks ago, and I know how to kill your reputation with the rest of the school."
The tension was absolutely panic-inducing, and Hermione felt like she was going to break as he fucked her ass with vengeful delight. All Hermione could respond with were moans, unable to say anything submissive or nice to Draco at all, which left her just taking him on and doing nothing about this. She didn't have a choice here, helpless as she felt the panic grip her. Everyone's eyes were on this now. Through the day people had certainly been staring at her, but never this hard, never this many. The entire school was watching Hermione take on a hard anal fucking from Draco and nobody could keep their eyes off one of the most shocking and salacious things they had ever seen.
"Tell everybody that my cock is the best," Draco growled into her ear. "Scream that my cock is superior and that you're just a filthy mudblood slut lucky to be a public use whore for all of Hogwarts." He worked her body up and down his cock as he held her almost folded in half atop his big cock, fucking her into feverish delirium as he ravaged her and used in ways that Hermione simply could not handle, her body responding with fervor and pressure.
"Draco Malfoy's cock is the best!" she screamed, announcing it to the entire student body, her head rolling back as the words spilled out. She fulfilled the command she was given, smart enough to realize the exploit, that she had to obey anything she was told to do by a man, at least in sexual terms, and Draco was playing with it to humiliate her and make her obey his commands for dirty talk. "Draco's cock is superior, and I am just a filthy mudblood slut, lucky to be a public use whore for all of Hogwarts!" as she spoke, the throbbing, impassioned fervor burning her body to the core as she spoke, driven to a powerful orgasms, but more pressingly, one that came before Draco did, and the idea that Draco's violation of her ass was able to get her off by itself genuinely rattled and disturbed Hermione as she came hard, whining and twisting about in panic as Draco used her and her body loved every second of it.
Her cheeks went flush and her body trembled as Draco blew his load into her ass, making her shiver with heat and need as she was given the pressure and overwhelmed heat of something that she was just completely hopeless against.
Draco let go of her and shamelessly let her collapse to the floor, panting and shivering as she lay there with her ass up, burning with hate and shame, but quickly swarmed by more students who wanted to get some of Draco's sloppy seconds, cocks pushing into her again as she received a brutal, sloppy gangbanging right there on the floor of the dining hall, unable to do a damn thing to stop it. But none of what anyone could do to her would compare to what Draco had just done to make her ache.
But the worst part of her free use day wasn't the way that Hermione had to question her male friends and endure public humiliations aplenty. It was that when it was all over and she woke up 'herself' the next day, some guilty part of herself had kind of liked it, and when she confided in the other girls who had been through it too, they admitted the same. Perhaps the spell had left some lingering desire to be used in its victims, an imperfect addition to the spell. Or, maybe, a way to prime hot, virile witches for a kind of desperation that would eventually consume them. Hermione couldn't tell which for certain.