The Sorting, Part 2

Hermione's platform stilettos clacked against the flagstone floor of the great hall as she strutted through the doors, chin up and back arched just enough to subtly push out her chest. Her hips rolled with every step, ass swaying from side to side like a pendulum as the sight of her tattoos grabbed the attention of anyone not already engaged in noisy, sloppy sex - and more than a few of those who were, as well. She spotted the blonde from the train, Malfoy, over at the tables for Slytherin and Sluttyrim; the sight of him forcing a dark-haired girl's head down into his lap as she audibly gagged and choked on his shaft send a warm shiver through her body. Slaps of hands and hips against phat asses rang in her ears as she dragged her gaze away from him and up to the staff table. She was shocked to see that, bent over in front of the headmistress's chair and throwing her hips back against the thrusts of a bearded giant of a man - twice her height and three or four times her width, at least - was not a stern old woman, or even a stern older woman, but what looked like one of her fellow first years.

Contrary to what the Daily Prophet had published in the immediate aftermath of his ****, Albus Dumbledore was not, in fact, the first prudist headmaster of Hogwarts. The most ****, definitely, but not the first - Armando Dippet may not have done much to alter the wizarding world outside of Hogwarts, but in his later years (and having lived to be over three hundred and fifty years old, he'd had a lot of later years) he'd been just as rabid at enforcing the agenda within its walls. So rabid, in fact, that Dumbledore's libido-suppressing ward hadn't really been noticed by the students, already spending so much of every year in a profoundly sexless environment. Minerva 'Minnie' McGonagall, just about to enter Hogwarts when Dippet had started enforcing his new rules, had been aghast to discover that it was almost impossible to sate her not-inconsiderable libido even in the newly mixed-gender house system.

After Albus Dumbledore's **** and the collapse of the suppressant ward, the first thing she'd done was - like many of her peers - knock back a dose of the most powerful youth potion she could get her hands on. Where most of them, like Filius Flitwick or Pomona Sprout, had been content merely to return to the prime of their lives with moderately sized doses, Minnie had downed enough to wind the clock back almost a century in order to obtain the tight, toned, eighteen year-old body that had first stepped through the doors of the great hall to be sorted. The side effects had been astonishing to witness; something about her animagus abilities, or perhaps the immense amount of otherwise innocent self-transfiguration she'd performed in the course of her studies and work over the years, had reacted with the potion's magic and the collapsing suppressant ward to lock her in the state she was put in right after she drank it.

Namely, that of a slutty young woman experiencing all eighty-plus years - debilitating old age for a muggle, but barely out of her prime for a witch, and with a commensurate delay in the collapse of her sex drive - of suppressed libido at once. She'd fucked her way through dozens of people within the first fortnight of reverting her age, hundreds within the first month. Men, goblins, centaurs, trolls; it didn't matter what they were or how many of them she fucked in a single sitting, none of them could sate her or dull her wits enough for her to ignore how unnaturally intense her sexual appetite was - Minnie had spent the last seventeen years and change trapped in that state, and she'd been loving every second of it! She was finally being fucked like she deserved to have been the last time she looked like this - and looking at the procession of absolute hotties she was getting this year as they came to be sorted, she was looking forward to implementing her latest round of changes to Hogwarts even more than she had been before.

Hermione no longer knew any of this, of course, any incidental knowledge she might have gained from her pre-reading having been slurped right out of her head back in Flourish & THOTs. All she knew was that, with every step closer to this eager young slut in her parody of a muggle schoolgirl's outfit, her nipples were getting harder and her cunt was getting wetter - both things she didn't think were possible, given how wound-up she'd felt ever since boarding the Express that morning.

And if the almost supernaturally attention-grabbing woman didn’t get her running even hotter, the sight of what waited at the end of her walk her certainly did. A wooden chair, high-backed enough to extend far up past her head and without any armrests, acted as the world’s least appropriate plinth for a fat, glistening, ivory-coloured rod- no, a fat, soaking-wet, ivory-coloured dildo. Hermione’s pussy suddenly felt unbearably empty, and she upped the pace of her strut just a little to get there faster, relishing the extra jiggle it added to every bounce of her booty. Arriving before the chair, she spun on the sole of one foot, reached behind her to flick the back of her skirt up and flash everyone at the staff table the small fraction of her ass it had covered while she pulled the front of her thong aside with her other hand, and sat down heavily enough to produce an audible smack of meat on wood.

The entire hall seemed to recede into darkness as the dildo speared into her cunt perfectly and stretched her folds wide open, leaving her with nothing but the hot, sticky air and her own shameless moan of relief for company. ‘Well,’ a voice echoed inside her head, ‘you’re off to a fine start.’ Hermione’s eyes widened and she tended her legs in preparation to stand, but the dildo throbbed a little larger right as she began to **** herself up and the building energy in her muscles was channelled into another moan instead. ‘Smart girl, listening to what her cunt tells her is right.’ The voice paused for a moment, then hummed thoughtfully. Hermione just rolled her hips, grinding the folds of her pussy against the false phallus stretching them out; she just had to listen to her cunt, after all.

‘Your affections are rather too mercenary for Hornycunt,’ it remarked, ‘so that’s out, but you’re the best fit we’ve had for three houses in quite a while. Ambition to spare, and a hunger for pureblood cock…’ Hermione felt like something was rummaging around inside her head for a moment, leafing through it like a porn magazine, taking advantage of her curious lack of willpower. ‘…but not much more so than any other kind, and your methods are rather too straightforward; not Sluttyrim, then.’ Another rummage, another knee-weakening surge of pleasure as her mind was being manipulated. Hermione's thighs tensed again, slowly dragging her pussy up the length of the dildo, gritting her teeth as she felt the urge - the compulsion - to slam herself back down. And slam herself back down she did, with another loud meat-on-wood smack.

‘Greedywhore or BrainyPAWG, Greedywhore or BrainyPAWG… As much of a thirst for knowledge as a thirst for cum, but is that an end or merely a means?' The brunette groaned as she felt the sticky, oozing feeling that filled her head starting to dissipate the further she rose, before abruptly being able to remember the feeling of her head emptying of thoughts and filling up with the urge to take as much of the enchanted sex toy in her pussy as possible. She had to get off of it, or she'd spend all year bouncing herself brainless instead o- 'Let’s see what you want.’

Hermione moaned around the shaft plugging her throat as she writhed on her bed, silk sheets caressing her lingerie-clad body as her toys pounded all three of her holes relentlessly. Massive, enchanted golden dildos, studded with smoothed-down gemstones for texture and slathered in potions so potent that the ingredients cost almost as much as the bribes to ignore that possessing enough to coat all three artificial slutsplitters was hideously illegal, slammed base-deep into her holes so hard, fast and frequently that her tits and ass visibly jiggled with every thrust.

‘A means, then,’ the voice chortled, while Hermione slammed her hips down of her own volition and obliterated her progress. ‘Fittingly enough, you gold-digging harlot, you belong in-’ She began to rise up again, and remembered why she was trying to stand; she had to get off of this brain-draining bitchbreaker and... and... and give her body to men who'd actually pay her! “GREEDYWHORE,” a full-lipped female face announced from where it had grown out of the excess wood above her head, loudly enough to penetrate even the haze of pleasure settling over the senses of so many female students, while Hermione finally pulled herself free and began to franticly finger herself, her cunt gushing all over the massive ivory cock.

She took a few tottering steps away from it, fighting back the urge to return and take it again - to drain her brain until there was nothing left - as she slowly settled back into the hip-rolling strut she usually bore in her uniform shoes. Spotting the Weasley twins flanked by a pair of athletic-looking black girls, but without anyone currently occupying their laps, she sat herself down between them and reached out to either side to join their current partners in stroking their cocks.

"Nice showing up there," the one to her left complimented her as they both got to work unbuttoning her blouse and pulling down her bra, "been a while since anyone got all the way to the base and figured out she needed to get off so quickly." The one on her right nodded in agreement. "That Asian girl... Chang? She must've spent the whole train ride edging," he said, groping her tit hard enough for the pale flesh to bulge slightly between his squeezing fingers, "because she just had to grind on the tip for a few seconds before she gushed like a firehose - no surprise she went into BrainyPAWG after that."

"Uh-huh," Hermione nodded along dazedly, nerves sizzling as she watched a blonde girl who radiated a sense of cold, callous disdain strut into the hall with the same sort of swagger that Hermione had, sticking two fingers up and waggling her eyebrows as she made a pussy-eating gesture at... oh, that was Tracey bouncing in a Slytherin's lap, she'd been right about where she'd end up after all. The blonde lifted one leg in a picture-perfect standing split, flashing the assembled staff and students her pussy in her crotchless, lacey green panties, before straddling the chair and slowly lowing herself down. Hermione watched the inches vanish inside the witch as all semblance of intelligence slowly faded from her eyes, until all that was left was a glassy, vacant stare to go with her panting, pillow-lipped mouth. The brunette stared enviously as the blonde began to slowly ride the dildo - once, twice, thrice...

"Ooh, a full four times," she girl she was assisting with the left-hand twin's cock purred as the pouting face of the chair sent the blonde - as poised as ever, not even having cum - to join Tracey in Sluttyrim, "somebody's got something to prove." Hermione growled at the sight of someone showing her up, before gasping as both other girls leaned across the twins' laps and began sucking on her fat, rock-hard nipples while they began to jerk the men off in earnest. "Oh, almost forgot, this is Angelica..." "...and this is Alicia. We more or less own their holes after a bet they lost last year..." "...so don't expect them to look like this for long..." "....because we've got a lot of products that need testing." The mention of products grabbed Hermione's attention as 'Jones, Megan' was announced and made her way in, before taking the dildo halfway a few times and being sent to Hornycunt.

"You wouldn't mind a little tit-for-tat," Hermione asked as casually as she could, "would you, boys? How about I help you out with all of that testing, and you help me out with making my name." She let go of their cocks for a moment to trace the tattoos curving over the upper part of each breast, just to emphasise what sort of name she was looking to make. "Oh, we're always happy to help upstanding young women make a name for themselves," the left twin replied. "And happier to help nasty whores like you," his brother added, "as long as you make it worth our while. How does 'free use for the whole year' sound?" Hermione nibbled her bottom lip nervously, the desire for the extra publicity warring with her desire to drain wallets as thoroughly as balls...

"Alright," she replied, "you're free use me for the whole year." Her jaw clenched and she howled through gritted teeth as a lightning bolt of pleasure ripped through her body. By the time she came back down from the brain-blasting sensation, Angelina was nowhere to be seen - though certainly heard, slobbering on the balls of the twin whose lap Alicia was bouncing in as the brunette rode his brother. "O-Oh fuck," she gasped, "how are you so fucking big?" He just slapped her chest in response, the palm striking both tits in one motion and dragging another gasp from her lips as she arched her back. She lifted her legs and spread them wide as he hooked his hands under her thighs, letting the not-inconsiderable weight of her curves impale her on his cock as he lifted and dropped her over and over again.

"Now," he muttered into her ear as she watched an Indian girl forcibly bounce her twin on the brain-draining dildo, "I believe you mentioned we'd have free use of you for the rest of our lives?"

"Hah~ Yes, Sir," she sighed, voice hitching slightly as her cunt clenched around him, "free t-to use for life! All my whore holes are yours, f-free of charge for your big, thick, veiny dicks!" He rewarded her with another slap across her tits and a tap from his wand that brought a searing sensation of three ornate, interlocking cursive Ws branding themselves above her crotch. "Ooh, slap my knockers around! Twist my nips! **** my fucking tits!" One of the Indian twins proudly sashayed over to the BrainyPAWG table, while the other stumbled over to Greedywhore in a daze and was quickly bent over it by a man a few years her senior. "God, where have you two been since I turned eighteen, you fat-cocked bastards?" She yelped as he abruptly stood up, leaving her doing side splits on the long table with her arms stretched out to grip the other side and her hips up in the air, and dumped a hot wave of cum inside of her.

Hermione let out a satisfied sigh as she felt the thick cockcream ooze out of her, wiggling her hips as the redhead slapped her ass and moved over to fuck Angelica instead. "Alright boys, it's first come, first serve! Ten galleons and you can drain every last DROP into and onto me!"

AN: Part 3 still to come, featuring the announcements that Minnie's been looking forward to so much! It'll be a much longer wait than for this one since I'm sick, so in the meantime feel free to leave ideas for new rules, staff changes, additions to the curriculum, and speculation as to just what the hell happened to Lily over the summer.