What's next?
Man and woman
The man flashes a grin at me, they strip and I kneel before the goddess who bends over and I watch as her pussy just completely enveloped the well hung man’s dick. “FFFUUUCCCKKK MMMYYYY GGGOOLLDDD SSSTTAARRR PPUUSSYY IIITTSSS RRRUUUIIINNNEEEEDDD.”
“Helena Cooksworth I claim your dyke pussy as male only no more shall you use it to pleasure women or receive pleasure from women. Your pussy can only be used for the pleasure of men so mote it be.”
“SO MOTE IT BBBBBEEEEEEEEEE” she came squirting on his cock and collapsed exhausted.
They took me to the Ministry and I’m blushing all over my body as I crawl to the meeting room. I’m lead inside and instantly I’m fully stuffed by three females with big strap-ons they brand me with the exact words on my and I fall unconscious.
I come to as I’m being given my new life and what shocks me is every year or so I’m to be bred by a Pureblood male of their choosing. I look at my body and whine as I read my brands.
DYKE SLUT
BUTT SLUT
LESBIAN WHORE
SUBMISSIVE BOTTOM SLUT
MASOCHIST BITCH
SEX SLAVE TO WOMEN
UP THE BUM LESBIAN GRYFFINWHORE.
I crawl out the room and feel someone pull on my collar as they read the tag on it. “Well hello Dyke Bitch Potter , kiss my arse” she commands as she bends over my face now between her dominant smelling cheeks. I kiss her arse and she turns around and I’m looking at…
Who?
A) Pansy Parkinson my crush and ‘former’ bully.
B) Rita Skeeter and I’m all over the papers.
C) A fellow former student
D) A escaped DE?
Or
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