Chapter 4: The Weasley Women

The Weasley Women

Ginny came home from practice with Harry and they enjoyed a nice dinner. Neither had heard from Hermione or Ron for two days. “I think Ron might have left town. Having his girl lose a bet to Zyriel Nyx was sitting right with him.” Harry said.

“Really, are you sure. I can see my brother going after her. You do not think he did anything stupid do you?” Ginny asked concern.

“You mean like bet a week of servitude?” Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

“Damnit Harry I am serious!” Ginny spat back getting angry. She had a temper, which is how she got in trouble the last time. She would never live taking that bet down. She understood Harry’s anger, she told him to butt out only to see the end of the bet where she was wearing stripper heels and pasties.

“I know, I know, calm down baby, I talked to Hermione today between classes. She had been busy performing errands for Zyriel. Seems like she is really putting Hermione through the ringer.” Harry said.

Ginny thought back to her time with Zyriel and had doubt she was but not wanting to dwell on her experience, promptly tried to move past that subject, “Who cares about that, did she say if she knew where my brother was?

“Well, it seems Zyriel really rubbed it in that fact that he had control over Hermione, and angered Ron who had caught Hermione on one of her more degrading assignments. She said he was angry, and when I went to the broomsticks the story checked out. It seemed after that incident he went to The Three Broomsticks and told the entire pub about it while getting royally hammered. He left the pub shouting to all that who would listen that “he did not have to take it!”

“You think he went over there and tried to break Hermione out?” Ginny asked worried.

“Well, if he did, don’t you think Zyriel would be bragging that she ousted him, or if Ron was successful, he would be here? Why would Hermione lie about that?” Harry said to Ginny, trying to put her worries to ease.

“Look I just do not know. He did not check in at mom and dad’s and he did not attend class this week. The only other place he could have gotten would be maybe to Egypt, he loves going to Uncle Bill’s expeditions to the ruins there.” Ginny said worried.

“Well, if he did go on an expedition, we will not hear from him for at least a month. I hated it when you went on vacation with them. You are the main family I got now love. Ron and I are friends, but he spends more and more time with Hermione. If he is there perhaps that is exactly what he needs. Seeing Hermione serving Zyriel even for a bet cannot be easy. She can be very obnoxious.” Harry said before giving his wife a hug.

Hogwarts University Campus.

The air was thick with desire as Blaise waited for Hermione to arrive at their secret rendezvous spot. He could barely contain his anticipation, knowing that she would soon be in his arms begging for his release. As she approached him, he watched her body sway slightly to the rhythm of her steps. Her reluctance only added fuel to his fire.

“Hello Granger,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “Are you ready to beg for my seed?”

Hermione bit her bottom lip, feeling a shiver run down her spine at his words. She nodded slowly, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. Blaise stood up from the bench he had been sitting on, his member already half-hard at the thought of what was about to happen.

He grabbed Hermione by the hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. She let out a soft moan as he pressed his lips against her skin, trailing soft kisses down towards her collarbone. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the lines of her curves with feather-light touches.

“You’re so beautiful when you beg,” he whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin. Hermione whimpered softly, the sound vibrating against him. She reached out and gripped his shirt, pulling him closer as she licked her lips nervously.

“Please,” she breathed out, her voice hoarse. “I need you. Sir. Show this Mugblood slut her place.” Hermione turned bright red uttering the words. Just one of many phrases she has to say nowadays. She got so turned on saying them, every time.

Blaise groaned deeply, his arousal growing even more intense at her plea. He ripped his shirt off roughly, revealing his muscular torso covered in tattoos. Hermione’s eyes widened in awe as she traced one of the intricate designs with her fingers.

“You’re going to love this,” he said, his voice low and menacing. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, leaning down to capture her mouth in a fierce kiss. She moaned loudly as he invaded her mouth, tasting her deeply.

As he broke the kiss, Hermione whimpered for more, her body aching with anticipation. Blaise chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with mischief. He moved between her legs, parting them roughly with his hands. She gasped as he teased her entrance with his tongue, circling her clit with expert precision.

“Uuuuhhh,” she moaned, arching her back towards him. “Oh my god ... Blaise!”

He moaned loudly in approval, his member throbbing in response to her cries. Without warning, he pushed inside her, filling her up with one swift thrust. Hermione’s back arched off the ground, a loud cry of pleasure escaping her lips.

“Oh fuck yes,” Blaise growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He began moving in and out of her with steady, powerful strokes that drove her wild. Hermione’s breath came in ragged gasps as she dug her nails into his shoulders, urging him on.

“Harder,” she moaned breathlessly. “Don’t stop ... oh god!”

Blaise picked up the pace, slamming into her with reckless abandon. Hermione screamed out his name, her body shuddering with each powerful thrust. The world around them seemed to fade away as they were lost in a haze of pleasure and lust.

Finally, Blaise felt his release building up inside him. He pulled out of her slowly, watching as she whimpered in protest. With one swift movement, he released his seed onto her tongue, forcing her to taste it. Hermione groaned in submission, swallowing his cum whole.

As he watched her lick her lips slowly, Blaise was filled with a sense of satisfaction. He had reduced this proud witch to nothing more than a beggar, and he loved every second of it. With one last glance at his messy, cum-covered plaything, he turned and left, his heart already racing with anticipation for their next encounter.

Hermione marched towards the imposing gates of Slytherin Manor, her home for the past week. Each step forward felt like a step deeper into enemy territory. She twisted and turned, feeling eyes follow her every move. Finally, she entered through the back door, known to her as “the service entrance.” Her so-called family had made it clear that this was only for Mugbloods like herself - servants to be used and then discarded.

In a show of submission, Hermione shed her clothes in the vestibule before making her way to the next room. It was a cold, sterile space with only a washing machine and a table. Every day, an outfit was laid out for her - a reminder of her place in this twisted house. And today’s uniform was no different - tight, revealing, and designed to humiliate. But Hermione knew that survival meant playing along with their sick games. So, she begrudgingly slipped on the degrading clothing and prepared herself for another day in this hellish existence.

Hermione sighed as she looked into the mirror. The silver heels were gaudy as they were humiliating. The clothes were always enchanted to boot. So, the second she put on her high heels her toes were painted red. The black lace panties she was given had no crotch as usual. She was given a pair of Slytherin House Logo pasties to put on her tits. She had to always refer to her breast as tits, now she was thinking of them that way, when they were not even in the room. She frowned while looking at the bottle that was on the table next to her clothes. It was body oil. She hated the body oil; it made her look like a porn star.

The softly lit room was filled with the scent of lavender and musky cologne. She gripped the sink, feeling her heart race as she looked at herself in the mirror. The black lace pasties barely covered her swollen nipples, protruding through the thin fabric. As she gingerly picked them up, she felt cold metal against her sensitive skin. She shivered as they clung to her breasts, her nipples hardening under their touch. Her body ached for someone to take her roughly, anyone but these Slytherins who had made her life a living nightmare. The oil felt cold and slick on her hands, filling the room with its sweet scent as she smeared it over her body.

Hermione winced as she slipped on the stiletto heels that made her knees wobble; she had to use a chair to help her balance. They were not only high but had a slight curve at the bottom, ensuring that every step would be noticed and felt by everyone at Hogwarts. She bit her lip as she stood up straight again and walked out into the hallway towards where she knew Zyriel would be waiting for her. She could hear voices coming from the dining hall - muffled laughter mixed with expletives - that only fueled her anger and resentment towards this new life of hers.

She entered the room and took a deep breath before walking to where Zyriel sat at the head of the table. Everyone fell silent when they saw her approach; male students lewdly whistling while female ones glared or showed disgust on their faces towards Hermione’s revealing outfit. It was clear that Hermione was being used as an object for their pleasure now, Hermione knew it her night was just beginning.

Feldcraft Rookwood Ruins

“Fuck her harder! She can take two dicks!” Alexandria barked at her men. Alexandria’s family had been as thick as thieves with the criminal element in the wizarding world for almost two hundred years now. And although their family name is nowhere in existence, a fact that was made true by design, it is easier to move about if people do not know you exist.

“Say it slut! Tell me what you are!” A gruff man fucking Rhonda’s ass screamed. Rhonda was panting out hard in pleasure.

“A cock whore! Master, A fucking cock slut! Thank you for fucking me!” Screamed Rhonda as she bit her lip as the man split his ass into two.

“Grind on it bitch!” Alexandria screamed evilly as she shot a red bolt at Rhonda’s ass stinging it slightly Rhonda yelled and like a horse running when whipped Rhonda started grinding noticeably faster against the man fucking her ass.

“Oh, fuck that is it! You want that cum, don’t you?” Growled the thug behind her.

“Yes, yes yes I love it, fuck I am cumming!”, Screamed Rhonda who came hard on the criminal’s cock. He returned the favor right after.

The thug recovered patting Rhonda’s ass intimately before withdrawing. He smirked at the sight of the white spunk oozing out of his anus. “Fuck I wish we were keeping you. I would love to pimp you out all over the countryside, we would be swimming in Galleons.

“Yes, and her dad would be on us so quick. We cannot be dumb; besides we are way ahead of schedule thanks to this dumbass.” Alexandria said smacking Rhonda’s ass.

As if on cue Rhonda responded, “Thank you Mistress” to being spanked. Alexandria had to suppress a giggle at the effectiveness of her training. She knew a couple of more days of breaking her in, and they would be ready to return to Slytherin manor.

Quidditch Pitch Practice...

“Damnit we cannot let them win like last time. That effort will not be enough.” Ginny barked at her team who were all in the process of landing.

“We are not the ones who let her get the Golden Snitch Ginny.” A woman said beside her.

“I thought I had her, I had no idea she could pull such a move. I still do not understand how she did that. I can be a chaser or a seeker. Which do you guys want?” Ginny asked.

“Chaser ever since you moved back there, we are undefeated. Our only loss was to Slytherin when you played seeker.”

“Fine I will play chaser.” Ginny said bummed out.

“A splendid choice, my little pet” Zyriel said as she walked up to Ginny. Ginny felt her stomach turn. This woman always made her feel so weird now.

“We better go.” Another Quidditch player said. The lot left for their locker room. “Damnit Zyriel! We were practicing. Isn’t this cheating?” Ginny asked.

“Cheating? Hardly my fault you did not check who was around before announcing your game plan. Still have no self-control and are in dire need of it. A nice strong woman to control you.” Zyriel said, pursing her lips as she looked at Ginny up and down like she was on a platter.

Ginny rolled her eyes at the older woman’s insulting comment. “I know what you are doing. You think if I get upset, I will be stupid enough to do another wager with you. Fat chance.”

“Afraid I’ll steal you away from Harry the same way I stole Hermione away from Ron?” Zyriel said with a smirk on her face.

Ginny clenched her fists, trying not to let the anger consume her. She knew Zyriel was just trying to get under her skin and she was not going to let her win.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” Ginny replied coolly.

“Oh really? Then why did you hesitate when I offered you a bet yesterday?”

“I didn’t hesitate,” Ginny lied. Zyriel had made it a point to offer bet after bet since Harry left town and Ginny was left alone.

Zyriel raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Really? Because it seemed like you were considering it before your little team meeting.”

Ginny bit her tongue, refusing to give Zyriel the satisfaction of knowing she was right. She needed to stop letting this woman get under her skin. “Look, I do not have time for your games, Zyriel. We have a big game coming up and we need to focus on that.”

“Oh yes, the big game against Slytherin?” Zyriel said with a sly smile.

“What are you getting at?”

“Well, let’s just say I have a proposition for you.”

Ginny narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “What kind of proposition?”

“It is simple really. If Gryffindor wins the Quidditch match against Slytherin, then I will leave you alone and never bother you again. But if Slytherin wins, then you must come and live with me for two months as my plaything. No restrictions this time.” Zyriel uttered in a seductive tone.

“I can’t do that Zyriel I want ... no, no I cannot do that.” Ginny said cursing herself hard for letting the want part slip out. Why did she say that?! She was having confusing feelings again and without Harry, Hermione, or Ron, she was vulnerable to approach. Zyriel smirked when she detected the inner conflict within Ginny. She loved dominating women, and rivals most of all. But she was also attracted to Ginny, and she was a pureblood, a blood traitor but a pureblood nonetheless. Ginny made the mistake of letting Zyriel know that a part of her wanted to lose, the Slytherin Domina pounced and pounced hard. Zyriel smirked, closing the distance between them.

“You know with no restrictions we can have some much more intimate time together.” Zyriel said softly before leaning and grabbing Ginny’s head possessively and suckling her lips softly. Ginny caught off guard, mewled softly as she returned the kiss, her mind instantly going back to her time at the manor when she was made to dance in heels naked in front of all the residents. She masturbated many nights since then remembering her time under Zyriel’s control. She almost got caught moaning her name when Harry came home early. She kept the fuck me heels she danced in that night. She would wear them sometimes when she played with herself.

A flustered Ginny panted out soft as she broke the kiss. “I cannot do this Zyriel. Please may I go, Ms. Nyx?” Ginny barely managed out as she wanted nothing more now than to suckle the blonde goddesses lips off. Zyriel got really turned on by Ginny asking for permission to leave. Zyriel realized at that moment that her training took hold more than even she could possibly imagine. She just had to reinforce it here. It was the exact result she hoped for, but she did not think she would have gotten this far without another bet.

“No! Stay right here. If I want more you will give it, we are not done until I say, slut!” Zyriel barked confidently as she grabbed Ginny closer and wrapped her arms around Ginny and suckled her hard darting her tongue in Ginny’s mouth. Ginny whined and mewled and then returned the kiss in earnest. Zyriel’s hands on her ass felt right. Ginny melted in Zyriel’s arms she was powerless to resist her lips, her smell, her persona. The pair made out for another couple of minutes.

Zyriel long fingers slid about Ginny’s body until they snaked to her waistband then next thing she knew Ginny felt Zyriel’s and slide under panties. She moaned, her vulnerability making her a hot mess in her Goddess’s hands.

“I knew it! You naughty girl. You are soaked. Slut.” Zyriel cooed and leaned into another kiss.

Ginny whimpered, feeling the invasion, but the pleasure from it quickly took over. Zyriel smirked, knowing she had Ginny exactly where she wanted her. As they continued to make out, Zyriel’s hand moved lower, exploring Ginny’s wet and aching body. Ginny moaned into the kiss, her mind reeling from the sensation of being touched so intimately. She had never felt anything like this before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. Ginny was about to protest, but Zyriel silenced her with another deep kiss. Ginny found herself losing all control, her body responding to the pleasure Zyriel was pouring onto her. She had never felt so alive, so alive that she was willing to do whatever it took to keep feeling this way.

Zyriel broke the kiss, pulling away slowly. Ginny’s breath came out in short pants. She arched a finger under Ginny’s chin and said, “You are mine. I want you. Moreover, my little ginger, I know you want me too. So here is what we are going to do. No more games. I am going to offer, and you are going to agree to a wager with me over the upcoming game like a good girl. And after you lose Again, you will be mine for at least the end of the school year if not longer I do not care. Furthermore, you will move in with me to Slytherin Manor. I want access to you anytime I want. After the school year you will spend the summer break with me, so I can show you a proper vacation. If at the end of your ordeal, you want to leave you can. If I lose, nothing will happen. You get under my heel where you belong, or you get back to your life. Having me now do anything is no longer on the table my little slut.” Zyriel kissed Ginny again softly before breaking the kiss again, stepping away from Ginny and sauntering over to a nearby bench and sitting down and crossing her legs.

“Now my little pet, if you agree to this wager, you will crawl over here and kiss the top my foot and utter the phrase, “This slut accepts your generous offer.” Zyriel said as she showed her tan smooth legs to Ginny. Ginny just stared at Zyriel for a long second knowing her decision would be a monumental one. Unfortunately for her, her arousal was intense. She furrowed her brow and slowly got to her knees and slowly crawled over to Zyriel who dangled her high heel a little bit further out to make it easier to kiss. Ginny looked Zyriel in the eyes then down to her foot and closed her eyes and leaned down and pulled a slow suckle from Zyriel’s foot, and softly said the words, “This slut accepts your generous offer”.

“That was exquisite, slut” Zyriel uttered softly running her hand through Ginny’s hair. “Now I will not put death on the line for this bet like last time no need for an unbreakable vow. You are after all too lovely to die for insolence. I can handle you if you disobey. Now I think I have been more than gracious, so I believe you should thank me for allowing you to participate in another wager with me.” Zyriel said looking back at her shoe. Ginny nodded licked her lips and leaned down and kissed the top of Zyriel’s foot again and said, “Thank you, for allowing me to wager you again, Ms. Nyx.”

“You are welcome my pet. I will come and collect you after you lose to me again.” Zyriel said as she nudged Ginny’s cheek with her shoe. Ginny looked entirely ashamed of herself for being so weak. “Until next time my ginger. You can get off your knees as soon as I leave on that flame over there.” Zyriel said before she got and left and did not even look back to see if her orders were followed. The click of her heels got fainter and Ginny stayed on her knees as instructed. She placed her palms on her face and began to tear up. She stayed on her knees for about another half hour before finally getting up and going back to her locker room. “What had she done?” Ginny thought to herself.

Ginny took a deep breath and composed herself, trying to push away the thoughts of the intense encounter with Zyriel. She knew she had made a deal with the devil, but she was too weak to resist Zyriel’s seduction. As she headed to the locker room, she tried to remind herself of the wager and what it meant for her. If they lost, Ginny would become Zyriel’s plaything for the rest of the school year, and she would have to live with her at Slytherin Manor then be with her over the summer. It was a harrowing thought. But there was still an escape, she could win, and no one would ever know about her mistake. Moreover, Harry would not know of her betrayal.

Day of the Championship.

The locker room was filled with excitement and anticipation, as the team prepared for the game against Slytherin. Ginny tried to block out the noise and focus on the task at hand. She knew that this was the biggest game of her life but all she could think about was being topped so hard by that gorgeous woman on the other team. Ginny feared and in fact knew that the wager proposal was just a mindfuck meant to insure a Slytherin victory.

Ginny was so nervous. Harry had to undergo a special training class for the Aurors that would take him away from the University for an entire month and half. Ron must be in Egypt, and Hermione was in the clutches of the same woman Ginny cannot get out of her mind. She even got jealous of Hermione being there and not her. It was confounding.

“Two minutes!” the official announced to the Gryffindor locker room.

“Two minutes! Ginny, you did not give a speech!” exclaimed one of the other players.

“Bloody hell we do not need a speech!” Ginny chided grabbing her broom. Inside her head she was really messed up. Holy hell I forgot the speech. Ginny get your head in the game! She told herself.

The Match...

Ginny managed to get a modicum of her head back scoring two early goals. Unfortunately, the rest of her team were caught out of sorts and were rattled by lack of a speech. The other players looked to the speech to occur at the same time and timed their routine accordingly, the lack of one meant that her entire team were playing catch up with their preparation and it showed. Zyriel decided to play seeker again. It was a tight game but unfortunately the Gryffindor’s were only in the game because Zyriel missed the Golden Snitch twice by the narrowest of margins. The Gryffindor seeker simply was not as talented as Ginny and was unable to physically bump Zyriel. Zyriel was much too agile and fast to fly against one on one. Zyriel made them pay. Ginny missed two passes that were sent her way that would have been goals because she could not stop looking in Zyriel’s direction to see how close she was to getting the Snitch. The last missed pass was the last chance she would get because shortly after Zyriel effortlessly caught the Snitch and gracefully flew down. The match was over before it began.

Ginny felt awful for letting her team down. She flew down to Zyriel in defeat deciding to not wait for her toadies to relay orders. She landed and went to congratulate Zyriel on a good game. Zyriel played her part well cheering with her team and the Slytherin crowd who were in the ecstasy of winning the inaugural University Quidditch cup. Ginny went to shake Zyriel’s hand only to have Zyriel beat her to it by grabbing her forearm and pulling her close to whisper something in her ear. Ginny blushed bright red and flew off. Zyriel went back to celebrating.

A few hours had passed since the Quidditch match and Ginny was still reeling from her encounter with Zyriel. She could not believe that she had been summoned by her and told to fly to the carriage on her broom, strip off her clothes, and kneel in front of Zyriel’s seat like a slave. The thought sent shivers down Ginny’s spine, but at the same time, it excited her in ways she could not explain.

As she flew towards the carriage, Ginny’s mind was racing with thoughts of what was going to happen next. She had never been in a situation like this before, but something about Zyriel made her want to obey and submit to her every command.

Ginny landed next to the carriage and slowly took off her Quidditch robes, revealing her toned body underneath. She then stood her broom up next to Zyriel’s seat, as per her instructions. As she knelt down on the floor of carriage, she tried to calm herself down and focus on what was about to happen. She sat in a dark carriage naked on her knees facing an empty seat while the crowd were in a state of revelry.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on the back of her neck and looked up to see Zyriel standing above her. The Slytherin captain was smirking down at Ginny as if she knew exactly what was going through her mind.

“Good slut, naked waiting to serve at my feet. This is your natural place my little ginger Bloodtraitor.” Zyriel said with a chuckle as she trailed a finger down Ginny’s cheek.

Ginny blushed deeply and nodded silently, unable to find words.

“You will address me as Mistress from now on.” Zyriel said firmly before leaning down and whispering in Ginny’s ear. “And I expect absolute obedience.”

Inside the carriage Zyriel gestured for Ginny to come a little closer. She then produced a collar and leash. Ginny gulped as she realized what that meant. Who was she kidding? She was already kneeling in front of Zyriel without a stitch of clothing on. Ginny lowered her head to Zyriel’s lovely lap.

“Good Girl, I think I am going to like owning you.” Zyriel said as she took the collar and wrapped it around Ginny’s neck and tapped her wand against the material.

A puff of silver smoke appeared, and the collar was locked in place, signifying that Ginny was now officially Zyriel’s plaything. Ginny’s heart was pounding in her chest as she felt the metal against her neck. She had never been in a situation like this before, but something about Zyriel had drawn her in and made her feel like she belonged to her.

“Well, little slut, how do you feel now that you’re officially mine?” Zyriel asked, a smirk on her face.

Ginny’s eyes filled with tears, but she couldn’t deny the rush of adrenaline and arousal that coursed through her body. She looked up into Zyriel’s eyes, trying to find some semblance of control amidst the chaos of her thoughts and emotions.

“I feel ... owned,” Ginny whispered, her voice trembling.

Zyriel chuckled, “You are. Now get to work, my boots need polish slut.”

Slytherin Manor

The carriage landed and Zyriel smirked as Ginny stood up and was stopped by Zyriel. “No bitch, crawl to your new home. I do not want you confusing yourself as a Slytherin. You are our bitch.” Zyriel declared. Ginny’s pussy tingled at being called her bitch. She got out of the carriage and got down on all fours wearing nothing but a collar and a leash that was being held by Zyriel. She then started crawling on the soft grass towards the door of their manor. The Slytherin Manor was strangely empty. Most were celebrating in Hogsmeade they were the champions after all. Zyriel always big on capitalizing on social interactions would normally go, but this was more important in her mind. Her plan was coming together better and much faster than she could have ever hoped. She salivated at Ginny’s tone body as she snaked herself up the stairs down the hallway to the Master Bedroom of the Manor. Zyriel led her by her leash to the door and opened it. Ginny did not say a word as she crawled naked throughout the house.

“Now my little pet. We finally have time to do what we both wanted for a long time. So, my little ginger I want to feel your fiery tongue lick my clit. You better not slack in any way, slave.

“I never have ... you know ... Mistress with another woman?” Ginny said blushing.

“Oh my ... well this must be really confusing for you then, being attracted to another woman without ever truly been with one” Zyriel had a look of amusement before adding, “Well I guess you are going to need some boxes checked, you start with mine.”

“I guess so Mistress” Ginny said offering a slight smile back before crawling over to Zyriel and sliding her face in between her Mistress’s thighs and tongue her folds.

Ginny slowly began to lick, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through her body. She had never done anything like this before, but something about Zyriel made her feel like she could do anything for her. Zyriel watched Ginny’s every move, her eyes fixed on the ginger’s tongue as it explored her body. She could not help but feel a rush of power and control, knowing that Ginny was completely at her mercy.