childbirth

The morning passed with a pregnancy that was progressing at a hellish pace in a few hours she underwent months of hormonal and physiological changes.

The elves increasingly took her for a dairy cow extracting everything they could from the milk she produced in quantities impossible for a human in normal times in such a short time.

Others took advantage to **** her in series appreciating her abnormal roundness, each **** was a mixture of pleasure and pain when the little monsters in her who stamped their feet to the rhythm of the penetrations or blowjobs that she had to undergo sometimes in series or at the same time.

She who wanted to be a toy of the pleasure of others never would she have thought that she would be granted to this point yet never had she loved feeling this helplessness so much and undergoing so many orgasms.

Before eating and after yet another milking accompanied by an elven coupling, Hermione felt a contraction that bent her in two, a dozen followed, always stronger, at the twelfth she lost her waters

An elf looked and announced,

I see the head of the first, you will suffer but after the 5th you should no longer feel anything.

Hermione looked at him horrified when she heard the 5th, but she had to go on standby as the pain was intense, she had never thought, the first was removed with forceps house elf method, Hermione felt like her insides were being torn out, her screams would have twisted any creature present, they put a gag on her that muffled her screams while the second was searched inside her and extracted, she wanted to die.

a house elf was compassionate even if the disapproving looks glared at him, because each scream was for many a symbol of a well-deserved vengeance.

the elf said she is a mother before pronouncing:

• mutat dolorem in voluptatem

immediately at the third what until now had been sleeping paralyzed by pain took over and Hermione felt an orgasm at the height of what she had felt before, looked at the elf with gratitude because even if the pain had become an element of her pleasure there she had reached an intolerable threshold

the fourth was an orgasmic act unknown like never before she was now in a trance that was becoming a need bordering on the inhuman

• ooooh yes again aahhhhhhhh

everything happened until the 7th and last was an apotheosis but her life was at stake her heart and her body tense like a violin string ready to break by too much pressure from her nervous system, she saw the elf break her spell to her relief then she sank into unconsciousness in a sweat, foaming with drool and fluids related to birth.

She was awakened by two bites to the nipples she watched two small abominable beings suck her milk after having planted sharp teeth in her nipples, the pain had returned but also the pleasure linked.

the good Samaritan elf explained,

the first milk guarantees them health after they will eat like us or almost, but you are not a loser you have received a gift you will now age 7 times slower as well as your future descendants because you survived this treatment.

so it was 7 times that she underwent this treatment where pleasure and suffering were mixed, 7 boys, these children were taken away from her never to see them again but strangely she felt nothing except the impression of having served her masters and given a gift to her elf masters.

the elf spoke one last time,

• you can rest you have worked well more would kill you and it is not the will of mistress for the moment, you will never be able to say that you belong to us but you can, if you are bored, with the magic of the mark return to the elven sanctuary where according to the availability of the house elves would like to play with you, you will obey them in everything on the condition that it does not go against your dominant of the moment, but never again will you be a genitrix for my people.

Hermione felt joy and gratitude, she was eager to be once again the plaything of this people who responded so much to her needs and expectations.

For an hour she rested and was washed no trace on her body except that a mischievous elf took the opportunity to draw milk again and winked at her saying.

• little gift from my people ... or not.