The Next Morning

Hermione looked up and yawned. Ginny was still asleep next to her, the women were curled in a warm embrace on the narrow bed in their cell.

There first night had been awful; the depantors had put them in a lesbian sex cell and immediately used their tentacles to **** them to fuck each other to two orgasms each. After they had both finally been allowed to collapse on the bed, the depantors had given them some food, then ten spanks each for good luck and told to go to sleep. The bed consisted of a narrow but comfortable mattress, but no blankets, duvets, or pillows. Temperatures in Asskaban during the night were kept low, so all the girls had permanently erect nipples and were **** to cuddle their cellmate for warmth.

Sleep was no escape; several times in the night, Hermione had woken from terrible dreams of finding herself naked in Hogwarts while other students laughed at her. Each time she awoke she was greeted by a depantor hovering above her saying something like, "That must have been a fun dream, you just lost a lot of dignity!" Hermione would flush red at the thought of depantors getting inside her head and go back to sleep.

"Wake up, sleepy heads!" ordered a depantor coming over to their cell with two bowls of food and two smal potion bottles. " I hope you enjoyed your first night; I certainly did. Weasely, that dream you came up with, you were being lead, nude, around a castle on a lead by a dark haired boy with glasses. He was showing you off to everyone and making you do all sorts of things for everyone to see... It was the best dream anyone here has had in a while, I loved it!"

Ginny just hung her head down to hide the deep red colour coming to her cheeks.

"You've finished eating? Good. This won't take a moment." The prison guard uncorked the two bottles and picked both Ginny and Hermione up by their ankles so they were dangling in the air with their legs wide open.

"What are you - ah!" Hermione was about to ask "What are you doing?" but she only shouted in pain as the contents of one bottle was poured all over her pussy by the depantor. Ginny gasped as the same thing happened to her. The potion caused a sudden jolt of pain to both of them; however, it wore off within seconds.

"This potion should prevent all hair on your body from growing for about a month." The depantor explained. "Now, you two are in a nice lesbian sex cell. In less than an hour, visitors will arrive and you will both be part of the entertainment, as you were yesterday and will be for the remainder of your indefinite stay. I have also heard that rumors of your stay here have spread throughout the country and Rita Skeeter from the daily prophet will be here to do a full report.

Finally, Tonks is coming to personally drop off another prisoner, Bellatrix Lestrange. I believe she turned you in, perhaps if you're extra nice and do whatever she says, she could arrange to have you released." With that, the depantor gave them both a pinch on the nipples and left.

"I can't believe Tonks would put us here with Bellatrix Lestrange." Said Hermione, "I don't understand how we can save the whole world seven times and still be lumped in here like common criminals."

"Maybe she was just angry before? Maybe she's calmed down and she's coming to let us out now?" Ginny said, hopefully.

"Yeah, you're probably right. We might finally get out of this place; I can't believe we've been here less than twenty four hours."

The two girls felt optimistic for the first time in ages. They sat in silence for a few minutes, careful not to cover themselves up, for fear of the depantors patrolling around. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before two depantors opened the door to their cell and floated in.

"So this is the famous duo, the heroes of the wizarding world, trapped in a sex cell in Asskaban!" One of the depantors gloated with a gleeful tone that made Hermione uneasy. "News of your imprisonment has spread and we have a record number of visitors queuing up outside ready to see you two in all your glory. I'm going to feast off all the dignity you're going to lose today! Oh don't look so scared, I have a deal to offer you."

"What kind of deal?" asked a very nervous Hermione.

"You don't have any choice but to accept so why bother asking?" Replied the second depantor who had remained suspiciously quiet.

"I'll tell you what it is." Interjected the first depantor before anyone else could respond. "You girls are going to be having some hot, steamy sex in front of us while we toy with you; however, with most witches we have to **** them with our tentacles, which is boring and just feels like playing with a puppet after a while. there doesn't need to be many people watching you other than us. Yesterday you two were only a corridor away from the visitors entrance, you were easy to find. Today you're in the depths of the facility and the halls are organised like a maze. If you do exactly as we say without complaint, then we won't tell the visitors where you are, if you don't, we'll offer a complimentary guided tour to every guest, starting and finishing with your cell.

Now think quickly girls, visiting time begins in two minutes and the daily prophet has Rita Skeeter directing a whole camera crew around here."

Hermione and Ginny looked at each other, they were both trembling with the outcomes in front of them, but they knew the obvious choice.

"Okay," said Hermione, "we'll do whatever you say, just don't tell anyone where we are."