Revers scavenger hunt part.3

After Hermione left Myrtle's bathroom, she was naked, horny frustrated mess.
Only thing she could think of was how to finish.
Even if she vigorously massaged her crotch, it was pointless.
She couldn't feel anything down there.
Well almost nothing.
That itchy feeling, that she is on the verge of an orgasm, was messing with her head.
So much, that she climbed a horse statue and humped her.
In an attempt to climax.
After a few minutes without a success, she lays over the horse's back, trying to catch breath.
Laying there on a cold marble, she reached with her hand back, and found the buttplug.
Hermione slightly pull it out and then push it back again.
She was fucking herself with the plug few seconds, but it was in vain.
The only thing she accomplished was that the plug started to vibrate.
Which only added another stimulation to her torment.
She carefully climbed down from the horse and continued her stroll.
With the plug still vibrating.
From time to time she tries to hump the railing or wooden pole holding a flag. Or any other surface which looked like it could stimulate her.
All that in an attempt to finaly achieved a orgasm.
But it was in vain, the only thing she achieved by it.
Was the wet trail she left behind, because of Myrtle, Hermione didn't felt nothing down there.
So she didn't realized how wet she was, and how much her sex juice was flowing down her legs.
She was leaking like a faulty faucet.
However in her state, she doesn't pay attention to it.
Right now her bright mind was clouded with arousal, and focused only on one thing.
That's why Hermione didn't notice the sound of pawns, behind her.
At any other night she would be more careful.
So she gets the shock of her life when she turned around the corner, and colided with someone.
Her naked skin get into contact with rough fabric.
As she ran into that persone, she was still trying to stimulate herself.
Her hands were massaging her niples and boobs.
So right now they were trapped between her body and the other person.
As if that person was waiting for her, he quickly caught Hermione's hair and puled them.
So Hermione was **** to look up.
When her eyes met with the cold eyes of Argus Filch she almost fainted.
Of all the people who could catch her, he was the worst.
“It seems we catch ourselves a slut.”
Filch said, with a unpleasant smile.
From below he gets an answer in the form of a cat's meowing.
His cat Mrs.Norris was sitting next to Hermione's foot.
Then it happened, Myrtle's spell finaly stopped working.
And Hermione was hit with the most powerful orgasm ever.
Her legs trembled, her back arched and she moaned.
Uncontrollably, like animal in heat.
Her mind goes blank, when the suppressed orgasm washed over her.
Still moaning and whimpering, she fainted.
All that pleasure was too much on her.
Filch was watching in shock, he first thought that that young witch got some kind of seizure.
But when the girl started moaning, he understood.
He put his second hand on her back, close to her butt and held her tight, as she was convulsing and her legs lost the strength to support her.
She climaxed in his embrace.
“It seems we found a real slut.” He grined.
Mrs.Norris watched it all with her big unblinking eyes.
When Hermione stopped moving and the last moan escaped her mount.
Filch moved his hand into her crotch.
When he felt how wet she was there, he grined again.
Then he put **** Hermione over his shoulder.
With her butt now next to his head, he patted and fondled her buttcheek, to feel young flesh.
As he did it he felt something else.
“Strange,” he thought, and put his palm on Hermione buttcheek again.
And he felt it again, vibrations.
Confused, he moved his hand and soon he found it.
His hand colided with the buttplug. Which was still vibrating.
He quickly put two and two together and smiled even more.
“We caught a real one, Mrs.Norris.” he said. And with naked and still **** Hermione over his shoulder, he started to walk to the nearest staircase leading into the dungeon.
Imagining what he will do with his new pet slut.