Cleaning up

Hermione wondered why she hadn't gotten used to it yet.

Because she hadn't. She'd been in Asskaban for hours now, and she still felt exactly as embarrassed as she'd been at the beginning. She burnt from head to toe with an excruciating, full-body blush, a heat that tingled in her naked nipples and her bare bottom and her pretty pink pussy. It was pure ****. Every minute was worse than the last. She could think of nothing but how everyone had seen her without any clothes on.

No clothes on! Hermione Granger, the smartest witch in school - in display, in public, in front of all the Slytherins, completely nude and tickled to within an inch of her life. They'd all laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed, and she'd deserved every bit of their laughter. She was never, ever, ever, ever going to live it down. Ever. And the worst part was, this was just the beginning.

She hated being laughed at. She liked to think of herself as a proud, intelligent, competent woman. She didn't like to think of herself as a pathetic, undressed, ****, silly little girl. She liked to be taken seriously. She really wished she wasn't stuck in a sex dungeon being tormented by tentacle monsters from another dimension. Nobody was going to take her seriously like that.

A door swung open, and cold tentacles shoved her into a shower room. It was full of naked women, being manhandled by leering tentacle monsters. A mirrored wall showed them all reflections of their own shameful predicaments. Some of the girls were being scrubbed from head to toe with stiff-bristled brushes. Others were being spanked with the brushes, pinned down under sprays of ice-cold water, rubbed up against each other's bodies or fondled and molested all over by the teasing, maddening tentacles. Hermione looked at the situation, and gulped.

"You two are friends, right?" said her Depantor, carrying her towards Ginny, who was being help up in the air with her legs spread and her glowing red bottom on display. "Friends say hello by kissing each other's vaginas. Isn't that right, Hermione?"

"No! It's not right! I... stop!" Hermione squealed in protest as her mouth was manuevered towards Ginny's ginger-thatched pussy. She tried to pull away, but there was nothing she could to do stop her lips from being pressed between the other witch's legs. Very reluctantly, she was obliged to deposit a friendly kiss on Ginny's most intimate region. The redhead squirmed, deeply ashamed, not wanting to admit to herself that the touch of Hermione's lips had sent a shiver of pleasure through her body.

"Well done. Now Ginny will say hello to you."

"No!"