Owned Witches
mc; mf; mdom; oral; preg; tf; tg
Hermione Granger was once a morning person, until she started puberty, at least. She used to be able to wake up at six, get dressed and ready for school in maybe fifteen minutes. Now it took a lot more time to get ready, and she was lucky if she woke up before nine when she didn't set the alarm. That was fine when she was at home on vacation during the summer, but today she was about to go back to Hogwarts.
Fortunately, she'd set a wake up call. So at six she was in the bathroom attached to the room she shared with Ginny Weasley at the Leaky Cauldron, getting ready. Hermione pulled her night shirt over her head, revealing her naked breasts. She couldn't sleep with a bra on, no matter how much she needed it. She'd be glad when she got to Hogwarts and could use the breast support charm.
Beginning to wash her face before putting on her makeup, Hermione caught a glint of something in the mirror. Around her neck was a black choker with an orange colored stone, probably citrine. She couldn't remember putting it on. Her hand went up. There was no clasp. There was no way to remove it. She shook her head, and its presence receded in her mind.
Done with her makeup, which really wasn't much, Hermione put on her blouse. Before she picked up her skirt, however, she slid down her panties, leaving them on the floor. On went her skirt, and then she tied her Gryffindor tie that she was so proud of. She slid the gray v-neck jumper over her head, before sitting down on the toilet to put on her socks and shoes.
Exiting the bathroom, and expecting Ginny to be waiting her turn, she said, "Bathroom's yours, Ginny."
When she entered the bedroom, Ginny was obviously not ready to use it. Hermione had expected her to be yawning, tossing aside the covers, and sleepily getting out of her bed. Ginny's covers had been tossed aside, but probably not by Ginny. Ginny was naked, and Harry Potter was between her legs, naked as well, thrusting his cock into Ginny's pussy. Without clothes to hide it, Hermione could tell that the second-year girl's belly wasn't exactly flat, as it had been when she finished her first year.
Hermione found herself unable to move as she watched her friends make love. As Ginny arched her back and cried out as she climaxed, Hermione noticed that Ginny was wearing a choker just like the one that Hermione had discovered on herself this morning, save that Ginny's had an emerald. The emerald matched Harry's eyes. Hermione wondered what the bright orange citine symbolized. Maybe it symbolized who had put it on her, but orange was not exactly a color that many liked, especially given that it was the color of the bottom of the league, historically bad Quidditch team that her friend Ron liked.
Suddenly Hermione felt someone touch her pussy, and a familiar voice whispered in her ear. "Already getting a little wet watching them, aren't you?" Hermione turned to discover Ron standing beside her. His hand was reaching under her skirt from behind. "Keep watching them." Hermione found herself focusing on Harry and Ginny again, as Ron's fingers slid between her nether lips.
His fingers gently touched her hymen as they entered her. "I'm going to get rid of this on the Express. You'll be sitting on my lap, our joining covered by your skirt, only sound and expression betraying what is going on. You will try to control those. Meanwhile my sister will be showing off her naked body and her belly, swollen by the twins Harry put in her in the Chamber of Secrets at the end of May, all the way to Hogwarts."
Hermione had never had anyone feel her naked pussy. She'd never watched someone have sex either. The stimulation was too much for her, and she climaxed. She'd never done that before, even when masturbating herself, she'd stopped short. This time she wasn't in control though. This time she couldn't stop when the feeling got scary. This time her wet little pussy squirted it's juices over Ron's hand and her skirt.
Hermione's knees started to feel weak as her climax ended. She watched, barely able to remain standing as Harry pulled out of Ginny, and his seed began to ooze out of her pussy. "I think I need to sit down," Hermione said, as Ron's hand retreated. Ron guided her over to the bed she'd slept on, and she sat down.
Then Ron flipped up her skirt, and spread her legs. He knelt between them, and began to lick her nether lips. Hermione couldn't stop him. She didn't want him to stop. She didn't know why Ron had decided to excite her arousal by first fingering her, and now by eating her pussy. It didn't matter. It felt so good. Only after she came for the second time in the morning did she start to question what was happening to her.
"You might want to put on a new skirt," Ron smirked. "No shower though. I like the smell of your arousal."
Hermione found herself replacing her skirt, right in front of Ron and Harry, who was waiting for Ginny to get out of the shower. "Why am I doing this?" she mumbled.
"Last night we confirmed that you had a life debt to me, so I claimed you like Harry did Ginny," Ron smiled. "You're now mine to command. You can't disobey my orders, and in a few months, since I am a Weasley, I'm sure you'll be having my baby just like Ginny is having Harry's."
"You've turned me into a slave," Hermione said in a monotone, as she dropped her skirt into her trunk.
"Sex slave, maybe," Ron said. "There are a whole bunch of legal restrictions I have to follow. I own your womb, but I'm not allowed to change your basic personality, or stop you from nagging me about my assignments. I can't have you do them for me either. I have to do better in school too."
"You can do a lot better than you do, Ron," Hermione remarked, pulling out one of her other school skirts. "And if you're going to make me pregnant, you need good grades so you can get a good job to support me and the baby."
"Babies," Ron said. "I'm not going to stop at just one. I'm a Weasley and girls serving due to life debts aren't allowed to use any birth control."
"You mean that I'm going to probably have as many children as your mum?" Hermione asked, stepping into her skirt.
"Maybe more," Ron said. "I can't actually release you until I'm eighteen. And even then you have to agree."
"You actually think that I won't agree to get out of being your sex slave if you release me?!" Hermione exclaimed, as she fastened her skirt. "Like any girl wants to be a sex slave, forced to have baby after baby. I don't want to be barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen."
"Now you do," Ron said. "Only I'm going to keep you naked once you're pregnant like Harry's keeping Ginny. I hope you're good at warming charms. Just imagine waddling around Hogwarts without a stitch of clothes on. Everyone will know exactly how you got that way, because you'll be leaking my seed. The mere thought of me plowing you naked pregnant pussy will make you aroused. Now, come on, we need to get breakfast. You're going to need the nourishment for what we're going to be doing on the Express."
Hermione followed Ron out, as she felt her arousal increase. She had an urge to try to cook breakfast for Ron, not that she was a good cook, or knew how to cook at all. Then she looked down at her flat covered belly, imagining it swelling with Ron's baby. She found herself wanting Ron to take her virginity and give her babies.
By the time Hermione boarded the Hogwarts Express, her pussy had been drooling for hours. Of course they had been running late, and barely made the Express. The only compartment they'd been able to find room in was one with a sleeping professor. It didn't stop Ron from whipping out his cock and having Hermione guide it into her pussy. She lost her virginity just as the train pulled out of King's Cross.
Sitting on Ron's lap, right next to the sleeping professor, Hermione adjusted to her pussy being filled by Ron's hard cock. Across the compartment, Harry had stripped Ginny of the dress she'd worn to the station, as well as her shoes and socks. He wasn't having sex with her like he had been that morning. Instead she was sitting on his lap, while Harry felt her naked breasts and belly.
"Harry, you were right," Ron said. "It does feel really good when you've got a girl on your cock."
Ron's cock felt good inside Hermione. She knew she wasn't going to be able to stay still long though. His hands on her hips encouraged her to start moving, up and down on his cock. It felt good, too good. She recognized the feelings that had led to her peak when Ron was feeling her and eating her out. She came, and so did Ron. There was no silencing her cry of pleasure that echoed through the whole train.
Just as she climaxed, the door opened revealing Draco Malfoy and his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle. "Oh, look who it is, Potty and the Weasel," Draco began. Then he noticed Ginny's naked state. "And a naked Weaselette, and it looks like you've got a little Potter in you already."
"Two actually," Harry said. "Jealous?"
"No, I bet the Weaslette will spread her legs for anyone," Malfoy said, reaching out for Ginny's naked breasts.
"No, she won't," Harry said, firmly. "I'd take you hands off my girl now."
"Why should I?" Malfoy said, his hands now feeling Ginny's small, naked breasts. "It looks like this compartment is full of free pussy. Even Granger seems to have given it up."
Hermione looked down to discover that her skirt had flipped up, showing Malfoy and his goons that Ron had just taken her virginity. She blushed, but didn't say anything.
"Fibonacci Reformabit Nudae Contactum Femina," Harry cast, then continued. "Because we've claimed life debts to our girls, that's a professor sleeping in the corner, and I've just cursed you through Ginny."
"Really Potter?" Malfoy said before taking one last squeeze of Ginny's breasts.
Malfoy withdrew his hands, and as he did, he changed. First his clothes became insubstantial and disappeared. Then his cock retreated into a pussy, and he grew breasts. "Potter, what did you do to me?"
"I turned you into a naked girl for as long as the time you were touching Ginny," Harry said. "You'll turn back and your clothes will reappear in about three minutes, I think, as long as you don't touch Ginny again. Until then, you're a naked vulnerable girl. Do it again and it will be while you're touching her that time plus the time you touched her this time. The third time and there after it will be the sum of the previous two times."
"The Fibonacci sequence," Hermione suddenly said. "By the tenth time it will be fifty-five times as long as it is this time."
"I'd stay away from Ginny if I were you," Ron said, sliding Hermione's skirt back down, hiding where they were joined. Malfoy fled, his goons following the naked, temporarily female, Slytherin. "I'm not going to put up with him this year."
Then Ron thrust back up into Hermione, starting her back towards another orgasm. Hermione knew that she wasn't going to be able to stop Ron. His sperm was already inside her, and soon it would find her egg. She looked over at Ginny, whose hand was on her twin swollen belly, and came so loudly that her cry could be heard over the sound of the train as it passed through Goathland Station.
Hermione couldn't hide the time turner from anyone. Everyone knew she'd been granted use of it, but it wasn't her fault. Ron hadn't allowed her to get dressed once they got to Hogwarts. Once they'd arrived at Gryffindor Tower following the welcoming feast, she'd stripped to join Ron in his bed. She and Ginny were sleeping in the boys' dorm with their owners. The next morning, all Ron would let her put on was her backpack, her Gryffindor tie, and the time turner. She never took off her collar.
She'd walked to the Great Hall, and to class every day since, naked, often leaking Ron's cum. It didn't help that he'd been successful in putting her in the pudding club. Thanks to her use of the time turner, she was much further along than she should have been. She had to add two hours to every day on average to attend class, and was adding another four to keep up with her homework, plus another four hours now to sleep more. Pregnancy was not conductive to late night studying. In fact she was starting to think that she might have to add another hour, or maybe two, to her sleep schedule again, like Madam Pomfrey said she should.
Hermione should have only been in her fourth month as Christmas approached, but because of all the extra time she was getting, she was about to enter her sixth. There was no way she was going to be able to hide her condition when she went home for the holidays. Hermione eased her naked body onto the bench in the Great Hall. She'd need Ron's help to stand back up. Pulling her wand out of her backpack, she cast another warming charm. She had become rather good at them.
Across the hall, Draco Malfoy entered, naked and female. She'd been that way for quite some time. Harry's curse had caught her so many times, Draco's bare skin touching Ginny's naked body, that an older student had taken advantage of Draco's weakness. Draco was now locked into the naked weak female form, since she'd joined the puddling club after losing the Slytherin Gryffindor Quidditch game. And it was a weak form, not from being female, but from the curse. Draco had a hard time lifting things, and couldn't run at all.
Since Ginny was Harry's, and Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived, Ginny's nakedness had sparked a trend at Hogwarts. As far as Hermione knew, she, Ginny, and Draco were the only pregnant naked girls, but about half of the girls of Hogwarts were going naked, now. It was all of the girls in first and second year, and all but two in third year, just wearing their house ties. Several of the first year girls had to get help with their warming charms. It was a second year charm for a reason.
"Morning, 'Mione," Ron said as he sat down beside her. He reached over and felt her swollen belly. The baby kicked. "Active this morning."
"Yes," Hermione said, her own hand going down to feel her baby's kick, not that she couldn't feel it on her bladder. It had taken a while, but she had grown to accept that she was going to spend her time at Hogwarts naked and pregnant with Ron's babies, but there was still a question. "Ron, am I going to be able to spend Christmas with my parents? They still expect me to."
"Oh, no problem with that," Ron dismissed. "Mum went and talked to them last week. They think you got pregnant last term and hid it last summer. Oh, and they also have been told that it's best that you remain naked, and that witches who start early tend to have them often."
"So you're going to keep me naked over Christmas too?" Hermione asked, unable to meet Ron's eyes as she began to consume her large breakfast. She knew that if he decided it, she wouldn't be able to stop it from happen. He had told her she couldn't get dressed, and she couldn't. Why would he let her get dressed for Christmas.
"'Mione, by the time you can ask me for release, you won't remember wearing clothes," Ron said, taking up his own breakfast. After his first bite he continued, "And I like the idea of you waddling through King's Cross naked, leaking my seed, just like my sister is going to be with Harry's seed."
"But everyone will notice, and you're not allowed to be naked in King's Cross!" Hermione exclaimed, looking up at Ron, who hadn't swallowed before speaking. Once again she vowed that her children would not pick up that habit from their father. Then she found herself looking down again.
"Muggles won't notice," Ron said. "'Cept for your parents. Mum said your dad is looking forward to the return of his little nudist."
Hermione blushed. She had spent most of her toddlerhood naked, and even as late as the summer before she started Hogwarts she'd been found naked in the back garden curled up with a book a few times. She'd stopped that once she went to Hogwarts. It was a private thing, until Ron made it a rule for her life. She had to admit, at least to herself, that she felt really good naked, and it only took a mention from Ron about her condition for her to start feeling aroused. There really was a good chance that she wouldn't want to get dressed ever again when and if she asked for release.
When Ron had taken her on the Hogwarts Express, she'd been sure she was going to ask for release the moment Ron turned eighteen. Now she wasn't quite so sure. She liked going around Hogwarts naked. Hermione had also found herself looking forward to having her baby. She'd even had a couple dreams where she was taking care of a large family of Ron's children. It felt right.
Ron held his second youngest, a pair of eight month old twins of each sex, as Hermione nursed their youngest, a three month old girl. They'd just finished their final year of Hogwarts and were on their way to King's Cross for the last time as students. Their compartment was full to overflowing with their naked little children. With a time turner, a Weasley could really keep his girl pregnant. As for them being naked, once they were toilet trained, Ron and Hermione really didn't see the need for them to be dressed most of the time. Neither did their children.
There was Ron's first little boy, four year-old Roland, who was born on Ron's birthday in his third year, already reading with "King Arthur and His Knights" as he sat quietly by the window opposite his mother. Roland more of a Percy than like his father. He already wore a pair of glasses, which he proudly said were just like his Uncle Harry's.
Next came Gawain, who had followed in October of Ron's fourth year and was three-years-old. The age difference between his children tended to decrease with time. Gawain had somehow fallen into the sway of the Fat Friar. At the moment the little boy was kneeling at prayer, apparently hoping that his oldest set of twin siblings would stop what they were up to.
"Put away the swords, Kay, Tristan," Ron ordered his oldest twins. They were not his next oldest, that was Helen, born the April after Gawain. Helen was actually busy brushing her long red hair. Kay and Tristan, a girl and a boy respectively were born in the fall of his fifth year. They had been given foam swords from their Grandfather Granger, and seemed to always be able to find them, wherever Ron or Hermione hid them, or tried to get rid of them. "There isn't enough room on the train to play with your swords. Try chess instead?"
Ron knew his oldest twins wouldn't take the suggestion. They would, however, abandon the swords for a while. His next oldest curled up at his side. Lance, or Lancelot to his mother, seemed to be content at the moment to work the cube puzzle that his Grandmother Granger had added to the travel toy pack. He almost had all the colors on one of the sides.
Then the fortunately-sleeping and not-yet-complaining pair of girls born in Ron's sixth year. Both Pellinore (the eldest born just after Halloween ended), and Minerva were in their travel seats with diapers that had been changed within the last hour. As he looked at them, Pellinore started to suck her thumb in her sleep. She'd been two months old before Ron had realized that Hermione had snuck two Knights of the Round Table's names onto his girls. It wasn't going to happen again, and Professor McGonagall had laughed when Hermione admitted that Ron was the one who had suggested that her fourth girl be named after her favorite professor.
He looked at the two eight month twins he held. His mother had been most disappointed that Kay and Tristan hadn't been named after her twin brothers, even pointing out that you just had to drop a letter to make Fabian a girls name. He'd had no choice but to use them with the two he now held in his arms. Fabe and Gabe as they'd been quickly nicknamed by the family were not letting Ron put them now at the moment. He hoped with a little rocking they'd fall asleep, since they were fed and changed.
Hermione adjusted Rose against her body as the almost four month old baby nursed. Rose had been born a week before Ron and Roland's birthday, and thanks to the time turner which Hermione had just turned in, baby number twelve was well on its way. They already knew it was going to be the seventh girl in the family. With Hermione's heavy use of the time turner she had just under a month to go. And since the bindings on her had kept her physically the same just-about-to-turn-fourteen slender, save for her pregnancy, she was ready for more as soon as she was done with the last one.
"So, Hermione," Ron said turning to whisper in her ear, knowing how many he'd given and indulged her over their years at Hogwarts. "Are you sure you don't want me to release you? Harry is going to release Ginny this summer."
"No way, Master," Hermione replied, as Rose pulled away from her nipple "And I doubt Ginny will let him. She's not due again until October, and she wouldn't let Harry miss knocking her naked belly up with number eight when he was out fighting Voldemort. And as for me, do you really think I'm planning on missing having a Hogwarts professor put me in the puddling club?"
"Am I just here to hit all your fetishes, Hermione?" Ron asked with a smile as Hermione burped her baby.
Hermione put Rose down in the baby carrier before starting to count off her fetishes on her fingers, "Naked, pregnant, walking around leaking semen, making love against the stacks in the library, everything I've asked for thus far."
Ron looked at his naked girl again, unable to reach out and touch her due to being occupied with their youngest twins. "I guess I can go for that, but you just missed your last chance for release."
Hermione leaned in and kissed him. "You are my master, body, mind, and soul," she professed. "I shall have no other."
With that kiss, Ron knew Hermione was his forever.
