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Chapter 7 by VTheImpaler VTheImpaler

What does she have in store for herself?

They have their fun first

The scent of so many aroused girls and Futanari in one room is intoxicating, and soon Hermione is leaning instinctively towards ever cock that drifts by her. Surprisingly, none of them accept her advances, and she scowls as she starts to become frustrated, lust clouding her emotions and her rationale. Several of her selves guide her through the mob of intimate copies, and they pull her away from any Hermione that gets too close. Hermione struggles against them, “What are you doing? We’re- I’m all here for the same reason, let me at them!”

The guides swiftly restrain her arms and legs with magical bindings, making her fall flat on her belly, and one of them sweeps her up into the air with a casting of Levicorpus. She dangles and wriggles in her arcane shackles, and cries out, “What the fuck?! Let me fuck them, let me fuck me!” A chorus of bemused chuckles resounds through the chamber, as she is floated through the crowd to a tall stool in the center of the room.

Hermione is flipped right side up and plopped unceremoniously onto the chair, and her bindings lock into place, forcing her to sit, legs spread on the stool and with her hands cuffed to the stool just behind her butt. Then, a ball gag is materialized into her mouth, cutting off her complaints and making her drool messily. The final touch: Her already damp clothes are vanished, and a translucent Blue chastity belt manifests around her cunt.

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Hermione yells into the gag, but can do nothing more but watch her future selves gradually pick up the pace around her, the harmony of their moans gradually rising in pitch and volume as the air fills with the musk of her many cunts and cocks wetly slapping against anything which can stimulate them.

What’s next on the agenda?

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