A Close Shave

"What do you mean 'cleaned up'?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Well normally we get new witches sent over early in the morning, so plenty of time before visiting hours to get rid of all your hair; you two were sent along in the middle of the day so we just threw you in a cell-" The depantor was cut short.

"But almost all the witches in here have long hair, what's wrong with mine?"

"Not that hair, sweetie; we want you bald below the eyebrows. It won't do to have you keeping all your beautiful skin covered up now will it?"

Hermione blushed a deep red. It didn't seem like much, but she had thought her curly brown pubic hair provided a slight bit of modesty to her pussy until now. She squirmed at the thought of removing the last illusion of dignity she had.

She was taken across the prison at a slow pace. It allowed as much time as possible for her to be seen by the other inmates and for her to see her future. Beautiful witches in all directions were just standing around being ogled by depantors, every time one of them moved their hands even close to their tits, or between their legs, a depantor would grab them by the wrists and start carrying them spreadeagled around the facility. Those that had learned not to cover themselves stood limply with their hands at their sides trying to ignore the massive green eyes and long tentacles exploring their bodies every second.

"Here we are." Announced the prison guard, interrupting Hermione, who was starring at a witch a few metres away being spanked and tickled by two gleeful depantors. "And here's your friend, let's get you strapped in."

Before Hermione knew it, she was sitting in a chair that **** her hips up and her legs wide open. Hermione snapped her legs shut in an instant, unfortunately a depantor quickly **** them open and strapped them into place. Looking to her left, Hermione saw Ginny was sitting in an identical chair next to her, in an equally undignified position.

"Now ladies, let's begin." Two depantors sat in front of them, both with a pair of tweezers in a tentacle and staring right up the witches' pussies with their single globular eyes.

"What are you- ouch!" Hermione squeaked in pain as the depantor pinched some hairs in the tweezers an yanked them out of her tender skin.

"Clam down, woman! We have a long way to go and you can't be squealing already. Anyway, you will have to be quiet because we usually give a history of Asskaban during the first grooming." The depantor continued to pluck at her hairs, despite Hermione's protests.

"I don't care - Ah! About the history of - ow! Asskaban. I want- ow! To go home - ouch!"

"That's enough from you; I'm getting the potion." The depantor glided away leaving Hermione's legs spread wide in front of the whole prison. Hermione could see all the prisoners looking at her, some looking with pity, some with amusement, some with a mixture of the two, and some, Hermione wondered, with a hint of lust.

All too quickly, the depantor returned with two potion bottles. Without wasting a moment, the depantor pushed Hermione's head back and poured the contents down her throat, then did the same to Ginny, who had been yelping in pain for a few minutes now. Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but, try as she might, she couldn't make a single sound. Ginny had gone silent too.

"Silencing solution," said the depantor triumphantly, "for the next hour you won't be making any more annoying noises while I try to talk."

"So, where were we? Ah yes, the history of Asskaban. You see, it all started with you Miss Granger.

For generations, the ministry of magic has been preventing my species from entering this dimension using a lot of powerful magic, and lots of wizards to keep it up. However, after you ended the wizarding war, a lot of people needed to be put in prison and there was hardly anyone still fit enough to manage all the new prisoners in Azkaban. The only resort remaining was to use the wizards and witches that were currently working on keeping the depantors out. It was a terrible choice, for you that is, leave hundreds of **** eaters in a barely gaurded prison with dementors that had already proven more loyal to Voldemort than the ministry, or let thousands of depantors free to strip muggle and magic women alike all over the world for ever.

So, the head of the Magical Accidents and Catastrophes Department came up with an ingenious solution. We would be allowed to govern and manage our own prison full of all the criminal witches as long as we didn't leave the prison without ministry permission. We thought this was a great idea and entered the negotiation.

Now our prison is open to the public, witches can be sent here for any disciplinary reasons such as you and Miss Weasley have, all females that leave the visitors section of the prison are subject to treatment until closing hours, and we get to stare at your naked bodies all day long."

Hermione's lips were almost completely bald by now and her eyes were beginning to water with pain. Ginny who had always done a bit of grooming herself, was finished already and was being shown off to the other inmates by the depantor.

"What I like most about this deal," continued the depantor, "is that we insisted the head of the department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophe's comes in to check the facility three times a week.

She didn't understand why at first, but I suppose in her haste to put **** eaters in prison she didn't read the fine print of our agreement. There she is now, lovely arse don't you think?" Sure enough, Hermione looked up and saw Freeluk Attabut, one of the most powerful women in the Ministry of Magic, being fondled by two depantors while being carried around the prison. Her medium size breasts wobbled slightly as she was introduced to and displayed to every jeering inmate in the facility. Hermione began to feel sorry for her as she was bent over in mid air, and given a rough spanking from the prison gaurds.

"Now you're all done." remarked the depantor, "You and your friend will be assigned a cell shortly, just remember, no covering up, no complaining, and no covering anyone else up, unless you want to be displayed and handed around the inmates for punishment; remember half of them hate muggleborns, and are only in here because of you anyway."With that, the depantor untied Hermione and floated off, ogling every witch that went by.

Hermione struggled to stand up on shaky legs, her pussy was bright red and sensitive, the depantor had plucked every hair on her body and she could barely speak as the potion still hadn't worn off fully. She saw Ginny and hurried over to her, grabbing her hands, just grateful to find a friendly face. After several attempts at speaking with the help of some hand gestures, they managed to agree to just wait where they were for a depantor to send them to their cell.

They had only been in Asskaban for a few hours and they were already more embarrassed than they had been in their entire life. Hermione hung her head and worried about the new life in Asskaban.