Rob's World: Career Planning With The Hogwarts Girls

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Rob saw no need to be needlessly cruel with his beloved pets, to play with their minds and bodies and punish them. Once they were made loyal and loving slaves and fully embraced their sexual nature, he was content to let them go on their way.

But, sometimes, it was fun to play with his food.

For whatever reason, the Hogwarts girls were just natural magnets for his more cruel, capricious designs. Rob had no conscious idea as to why he was constantly playing around with Hermione, Ginny, Cho, and Luna - they were his because he loved them, not hated them - but he was, and once he got started, he figured it was better to stay consistent with them.

Now, unlike a total bitch like Talon (who also had attempted to **** him), Rob never laid a finger on his girls, because they did not deserve physical pain. No, all of his tortures were psychological in nature. A few snide comments. Ignoring their needs or cries for attention. Sending them on foolish errands or disappearing for hours at a time.

To that end, Rob had decreed that since they live and would be staying stateside and amongst “Muggles”, that they would live like American Muggles. No magical appliances or flourishes in their apartment. No British flourishes or accessories. They could keep their accents and they could drink their tea, but that would be all they were allowed.

In a way, Rob was being saintly with the quartet. He at least spared them from the horrors of British cuisine.

“Three hundred years ago, my country kicked your county’s ass, and we’ve been doing it ever since then!” Rob said, amping up his ugly Americaness to maximum degree. “You’re going to drink and fuck like proper American sluts and you’ll thank me for it! Plus, you wizards and witches are shit, aren’t you? Everyone knows someone with a gun could mow the lot of you down in no time at all. Plus, I think I heard you were shitting in your robes and letting it drop until, like, the 1700s. The chamber pot was invented in Greece in antiquity, you dumb fucks!”

Mostly, the witchlings were largely inured to Rob’s little mind games. Cho was only upset when denied sex, and usually only for a few minutes before she entertained herself with her phone. Luna lived in her own, special world and she too easily brushed off the dismissals and words and found something to occupy herself. Ginny took the slights more personally, quickly externalizing her frustrations by bossing Cho or Luna around.

“Our wands, Master.” Ginny said, having fetched the four magic wands at Rob’s command. She offered them willingly while Rob was lounged out on the couch, Hermione cuddled up to him on his left. Cho was - where else? - on her hands and knees with her lips sealed around his engorged cock.

Rob took the wands into his thick, meaty hands, wrapping both palms around either ends of them. His hands tensed, which caused Hermione to stir in panic.

“Sir, please, I think this is quite rash. Our magic can still be quite useful to you. And we’re still witches. It’s a part of who-”

CRAAAACK!!!

Rob snapped the girls’ four wands in his hands, carelessly discarding the splintered halves to the floor, tossing them aside like pieces of trash. Hermione whimpered and flinched at the sound and sight of the destroyed wands.

“If you need those stupid sticks, then your magic is useless to me, doll.” Rob replied, throwing one of his arms around Hermione and pulling her into his gravity. His other hand pressed down on Cho’s silky black hair, forcing her deep on his length and keeping her there. “You should be happy you’re still batteries of Zatanna, a real spellcaster.” He tugged at the black collar Hermione still bore on her neck. “Plus, what have I been telling you? You’re not British witches anymore. You’re my All-American fucktoys. Right, girls!”

“Yes, Master!” Ginny and Luna said with glee and energy, Luna sitting in the far corner typing up a storm on the apartment’s computer.

“Yrrrshlp mushtgha!” Cho gargled upon Rob’s cock.

“Hm… yes, Master…” Hermione said, forlornly, shrinking within the inescapable power of Rob’s grasp.

It was Hermione, though, that was Rob’s preferred plaything and was the most stricken by his actions. Despite all her intelligence and confidence, and that she had accepted her new lot in life as a slut, Hermione was always reduced to a nervous wreck around Rob, and it wasn’t just because he was destroying her confidence or she was chafing against this new life of hers. It was very evident, from their little date when Rob first encountered Zatanna, that Hermione was totally in love with Rob. Smitten and obsessed and willing to do anything to make her man happy, even if it meant debasing and humiliating herself.

Silence followed in the wake of Rob’s boorish decree, as Ginny climbed on her hands and knees to gather up the wand shards. The only sounds were Cho slurping up and down on Rob’s cock, his grunts of pleasure, and Luna working in the corner, one hand flying across the keyboard, while the other was buried beneath her skirt and panties, pumping at her sodden slit.

But, bullying Hermione wasn’t Rob’s main objective, just a source of entertainment. He was still her teacher, lover, owner, and Master, and so he had a responsibility to take care of her. And there was one aspect of her life he had some concerns about.

“Hermione, dear. I have a question for you.” She immediately perked up at Rob’s request.

“Ah. Yes, sir. What can I do for you?” Hermione’s eyes sparkled with the need to please the man she loved. She rose to her knees on the couch, skooching closer to Rob, even as he had eyes only for Cho. “Whatever it is, I-”

“Hold up, slut.” Rob interrupted, seizing Cho’s hair and yanking her from his cock. The moments her lips broke away from his head, his cock spasmed violently and unleashed it’s load, making a mess of the face of the Asian beauty. Loads of thick, white cum spattered onto her face, ruining her make-up, as the white began to run with streaks of thin, watery black from her mascara and eyeliner.

His pleasure complete, Rob deposited Cho just as easily as he did the broken wands, Cho not caring that she was being treated like literal trash. She just giggled and happily scooped up gobs of cum, heartily eating her favourite foodstuff.

Grunting his satisfaction, Rob finally turned to the needy Hermione. “I’ve been wondering. How have you been feeling lately? Working at the club? Whoring yourself out for cheap? How have you been adapting to things?”

Hermione’s enthusiasm was instantly dampened, lowering back onto her haunches, her eyes downcast. “Well, sir, it’s been… fun. Different. But…”

“But…?”

“Much as I enjoy the thrill of wild, anonymous sex - because I’m a good slut -” Hermione always spoke in a rushed, breathless cadence, but that little aside was blindingly quick, even for her! “A good, All-American slut for my beloved master… ahem, yes. As much as I enjoy being a whore, no one makes me feel as good as when I have you inside me.” Her eyes took on a worshipful countenance, gingerly taking a hold of Rob. “No one feels as special as you, Master. I don’t think I’m fully cut out being a cheap, easy whore.”

Rob nodded along, adopting a thoughtful expression. “That’s understandable, and what I suspected. But, while I may have claimed you as my ****, I am still your teacher, and the goal of Slut class was to find ways for you lovely ladies to use your bodies to your benefit.” With one hand, he made a broad motion at the other girls.

“Just look at your friends. Even though they are much better whores than you, they have all found fields in the erotic arts to make plenty of cash and have fun doing it. Luna has followed in my footsteps and become a writer - how’s that latest story, by the way?”

“Just great, sir!” Luna replied, voice high and breathy, and she multitasked on writing and jilling off. “It’s about a boring, stuffy British boarding school that gets some American transfer students. Big, brutish studs that turn the entire place into their own personal whorehouse!”

Rob chuckled. “A semi-autobiographical work, huh? And how popular is your fledgling career as a smut peddler?”

“Excellent! Ever since I started promising nude photos with every positive review, they’ve just been flying in!”

Rob, nodded, satisfied with Luna, before his gaze drifted to Cho, heavily caked make-up still smeared and running all across her face. If she cared about it, she hardly showed it, as she too was mindlessly fingering herself, panting like a bitch in heat.

“And Cho, well, Cho’s the biggest whore of you all and it shows.”

“Teehee, thanks Master!” Cho giggled, dumbly, as Ginny knelt down to join her, the redhead brutally mashing her fingers into the Asian airhead’s cunt. “Can you believe people are paying to fuck me? I’d totally blow some big cocks for free! Being a slut’s the best!

“And Ginny…” Rob paused, furrowing his brow. “Well, I guess you’re in the same boat as Hermione, aren’t you? Do you have any career prospects, dear?”

“Oh, I do, sir.” Ginny smirked, voice dripping with pride and relish. “I noticed Cho was getting all sorts of offers from porn companies to do videos for them, or just getting solicited by guys. She’s too stupid and cock-brained to actually make business deals, so I stepped in, negotiating times, places, and prices.” With a grin that was both darkly malicious and sweetly cheerful, Ginny said, “I’m her manager, but I guess you could say I’m her pimp, too!”

Rob gave another hearty, belly laugh, pulling Hermione in closer, the girl looking more and more put out with the success of her friends.

“Now that’s perfect.”

“It’s better than perfect.” Ginny said, before pausing again, gathering her thoughts. “I actually couldn’t stand Cho before. Can’t remember why. I think we were fighting over a boy back at Hogwarts. Anyways, I always thought she was kind of a slag. But seeing how big of a whore you turned her into, I am loving watching her sell her body to strangers and spread her legs to the camera.”

“You see, Hermione.” Rob said. “All of your friends have found unique careers in this hot, slutty world. Did they inspire you at all? Do you have any ideas about what you want to do when you graduate?”

Hermione’s face became expressionless, all her brilliance and confidence drained from it. “No… no, sir, I do not. I’m very sorry…”

Rob’s response was to shake his head and click his tongue in dismay. “Oh, Miss Granger. So smart. So pretty. But so… useless when it counts.” The verbal barb caused Hermione to flinch again. “What am I going to do with you?”

He could see that this tirade had nearly reduced the girl to tears. A pang struck his heart. Damn. Maybe he had gone too far?

Changing gears, Rob stroked her hair affectionately, attempting to calm her down. Watching Hermione skitter about like a frightened cat, desperately trying to fit into Rob’s world was fun. Breaking her down like this was not.

“Fortunately, your brilliant and loving Master has a solution.” Rob said, to quell her tears and raise her spirits. “You’re both brilliant and beautiful and I can clearly tell how genuine and intense your love is for me. Because of all that, I can’t think of anything better for you than being a teacher, teaching the next generation of hot little sluts how great it is to love and worship me!”

Hermione blinked the tears away, looking up at Rob and his beaming grin. “W-what?”

“Upon graduation, Slut Class will be closing down. But, it’s in place, there will be a proper Slut School, and I’ll need plenty of teachers for my next batch of sluts and slaves.” Looking down at Hermione, into her big, brown eyes - deep and soulful and hopeful - Rob gave her a mocking, condescending look. One more slight just to twist the knife. “Do you think you can handle such a role, Hermione?”

Hermione sniffled and gulped, but a smile quickly bloomed as she nodded eagerly and happily. “Oh, yes sir! I would love to be a teacher! And no one would be better in informing young women just how wonderful and lovely you truly are!”

Rob grinned in turn. “Good. Now, turn around. If you love my cock as much as you said, then I’m going to take you for a ride.”

Rob spent the better part of the evening fucking Hermione’s loving, hungry snatch, forgetting all about his sick pleasure from bullying her. Playing with her. She was beautiful and loving and loyal and, above all, earnest. Maybe she didn’t deserve the man she loved tormenting and negging her. Such a sweet girl like her deserved nothing less than love and guidance and a deep-dicking every now and then.

But Hermione was her Master's ****, living in his world. And that was more than enough to make her happy. Continuing to live and serve in Rob’s world.