The Game

Water continued to drip down the lower levels of Hogwarts from lack of maintenance and care, flooding nearly two floors of the East Tower and rendering it completely inaccessible by the occupants of the castle. At least that was the appearance many students desired throughout the years so they may convert those two floors to their own little playground. A playground where the senior students can enjoy themselves without the disapproving glances of Professors and students.

It was not a place to find someone like Hermione Granger, the perfect little witch with perfect scores that made her the envy of countless students. Yet here she is kneeling in a private room of the Playground still dressed in her Hogwarts Uniform. While she divested herself from her blazer and loosened her tie Miss Hermione Granger looked every bit the perfect student if not for the simple fact that she was on her knees. The room was kept warm by a burning fireplace built into the wall while the well-insulated room kept the room silent and comfortable.

All the while Miss Granger remained perfectly still on the carpet floor, her bare legs beginning to grow tired from her position, yet she did not move. Her head remained down; her eyes practically glued at a pair of Hogwarts Uniformed shoes polished to a mirror shine. It was very impressive while also reminding Hermione of her current submissive position simply by showing her reflection back at her.

Hearing the door open behind her Hermione resisted the urge to look and instead continued to remain motionless just as before. Yet that didn’t stop her other senses from working as Hermione recognized the distinct smell of Jasmine Perfume and the tell-tale sound of heels clicking against the carpeted floor.

“My this is impressive.” A sultry voice said, the feminine tone all too familiar to Hermione “How long as she been like this?”

“Twenty minutes thanks to you.” Another voice said, this time a male with a frightening deep booming voice that caused Hermione to feel a trinkle down her leg. “Why are you late Daphne?”

Approaching the kneeling witch the woman identified as Daphne merely smiled before halting mere inches away from Hermione’s form.

“I wanted to give the poor girl a chance.” She answered before lifting her foot up just enough to catch the bottom of Hermione’s skirt just enough to get a glimpse of her underwear. The obvious black fabric left Daphne curious as to whether or no Hermione had opted for a matching set.

“Get on your knees and assume the position, Daphne.” He ordered in a commanding tone “Your punishment will come later.”

Quickly falling to her knees beside Hermione Daphne made it a point to kneel a little too close to the bushy haired witch. The act nearly causing Hermione to fall sideways if not for sheer luck as the man gave Daphne a disapproving look.

“Now tonight’s game is called How Far?” He explained in a domineering tone “First Challenge- Cum. The both of you will entice me into giving you, my dick. How you do it and what you’re willing to do is up to you. This will be a point-based system so I will grade you based upon actions, creativity, and success. Game ends when I cum in your mouth.” He announced to the duo “Now open your mouths and give me your best slutty faces and we’ll get started.”

As if on cue both Daphne and Hermione stared at the man, their mouths open and their tongue stuck out like a happy puppy. Now the only question is what does Hermione do to win this round? You decide.

Options-

A) Dirty Talk

B) Dance

C) Show some skin

D) Strip

E) Deepthroat

F) Titty Fuck

G) Other

As always ideas and chapters are welcomed