We cut back to Hermione as she reawakens and takes stock of her circumstances.

As Hermione began to wake up, she knew that she had never felt so good. It was like every cell in her body was supercharged with life and euphoria and magic.

Hermione began to sit up, she began to look at her hands, the hands were thinner than her own hands. The fingernails were long glossy purple nails shaped to a dangerous looking point. The hands had tattoos, the right hand had letters on the knuckles spelling WYTCH, and the left hand had letters spelling BITCH. aditionally, there appeared to be a runic array tattooed on both her palms, with tattoo lines extending up her arms to her shoulders, where the tattoos joined to a massive tattoo on her chest.

That tattoo was a huge runic array in the shape of a pentagram, with the bottom point of the pentagram extending down between the huge breasts on this body.

And Hermione was certain at this point that this was not her own body. Hermione couldnt make out anymore because she had viewed all of this through the smoky lenses of the black rubber gasmask she was wearing. This time, her hands went to the gasmask and she could feel the hose extending from the bottom. She raised the hose and found that it was attached to a crystal contraption sitting on a desk a few feet away.

Hermione began to get up out of the bed, as she turned and moved her legs off the bed, she fumbled with the clasps on the mask, but couldnt get it off. Hermione noticed that the desk had a mirror and stood up. In doing so Hermione noticed that she was wearing rubbery black latex from her toes to her thighs. As Hermione slid out of the bed, the huge black double dildo jutting from her cunt slapped the latex at her thigh.

Hermione grasped the dildo with one hand, and held it steady as she approached the mirror on the desk, taking in the madness of the look of her body. The platinum blonde hair with purple streaks and purple tech-dreads woven into the hair.

The huge pentagram above the breasts, the large black rings in her nipples. The strange purple tattoos covering much of her torso, all of this disturbed and excited Hermione as she pulled out the chair from the desk and sat down so that she could see the mask, and the clasps holding it on.

Hermione closed her legs together and released the double-dildo so it rested clamped between her thighs. She undid the clasps on the mask, and felt the rubber pull away from her face. A cloud of smoke poured out from the edges of the mask and before her eyes as the mask was peeled away. It felt good. Kind of like the feeling of peeling off sunburnt skin, just without the pain of sunburn.

Once the smoke had dissipated, hermione looked at a face that was not her own. Instead of her own brown eyes, Hermione looked into grey eyes, and a face covered in purple makeup and metal. The piercings were intense. The one that initially grabbed Hermione's attention was the pointy labret spike pointing down between her lower lip and her chin. Somehow that had fit into the gasmask she had been wearing.

Then there were the huge holes in her earlobes. They appeared to have metal rings on the inside like a liner, or a gromet. There were snakebite lip rings, and tongue barbells. Though this was the first time seeing them, Hermione had felt them earlier.

Yes, this was all crazy and feeling less and less like a dream. Hermione felt the tip of the labret spike with her fingers, and found that she enjoyed the sensations.

The smoke from the gasmask had dissipated, but when Hermione sighed in exasperation at her situation a cloud of smoke exited her nostrils like an angry dragon. This also was a feeling that Hermione found to be strangely enjoyable.

As she began to take in her circumstances, the next thing that ahe noticed was a sheet of paper with her name at the top.

To: Hermione Granger (Magical Core witch)

From: Toxcicity (Eldritch wytch)

Re: Eldritch tantric magic training

Dearest Hermione,

I hope that you forgive the familiarity of my greeting, but I expect that you have become quite familiar with my body by this point.

To cut to the point, we have 'Seen' that you need an emergency education in eldrich tantric magic to supplement your magical-core based magic. Due to the short amount of time available, and the embarassing nature of tantric magic for virgins or those raised in victorian values, (see the wizarding world) we determined that the fastest way to give you the training you need would be to place you in my body and seal the apartment so you would be able to focus on learning these skills and techniques.

Now, while this training is of the utmost importance, if you do not wish to learn, this spell will end after what feels like 3-5 days, and you will be returned to your own body without the knowledge that you will need in the days to come.

If you wish to learn, please use the tome resting on this desk. It is important that you work through it from start to finish and that you not skip steps.

Next, keep in mind that eldrich tantric magic is based on sexual energy, so keep your arousal and orgasms high to keep studying.

You may have noticed the gasmask and smoke. It is a non-harmful smoke that will aid you in maintaining a proper mindset, and it feels and tastes great.

If you don't want to be tethered to the hookah mask, in the large drawer of this desk, there is a bong that can be taken throughout the apartment to smoke a similar gel, or the cybergoth aerosol mask, which introduces an aerosolized potion that has similar effects to the smoke.

Good luck. We are depending on you to learn as much as possible in the time allowed.

Love,

-Toxi.

Hermione opened the drawer and observed both a glass bong, and a gasmask with spikes, biohazard symbols, and two green vials.

Well, it sounded like all this was necessary... so taking the letter at face value, she reached down and pulled out the bong. (It appeared simple enough. but hermione felt the bong had naughty bad-girl implications) so she placed the bong back in the drawer and pulled out the cybergoth gas mask and examined how the vials were fit into sockets on the side, and there was no hose.

Despite all these years, Hermione had still not learned. Nearly everything in that letter was a lie. Everything she would have access to in this apartment was designed to corrupt and pervert her mind. The smoke was designed to eliminate her inhibitions, and make her suggestible and horny.

Worse, the potions used to make the smoke occasionally had the side effect of causing madness, but from Toxcicity's perspective, that would just be a bonus.

Hermione lifted the mask to her face, finding that it fit over her mouth and nose even with the piercings and strapped it on. Other than a wonderful scent that smelled like a combination of old books, sweat, and her pussy, she didn't notice anything.

She cracked open the book in front of her: 'Basics of Eldrich Tantric Magic By Toxicity.

Chapter 1 Choosing the correct eldrich power, specifically: Slaanesh.'

As Hermione began to read, she forgot about the mask, and while her attention was on the book, her right hand again began working the double dildo in and out of her cunt, while her left alternated between turning pages and fondling her tits.

Toxicity had laid her trap perfectly and Hermione had chosen to walk right into it.