The Great Hall buzzed with anticipation as the Sorting Ceremony unfolded under the enchanted ceiling, mimicking a stormy night sky. First-years shuffled forward, the boys donning the tattered Sorting Hat that rasped judgments and assigned houses with its ancient voice. But for the girls, the ritual twisted into something far more intimate and degrading—a gleaming sorting dildo, mounted on a pedestal at the front of the hall, its surface veined and throbbing faintly with magic, ready to probe and decide their fates.
Hermione Granger, her bushy hair tied back, stepped up with trembling knees, her school robes feeling too thin under the gaze of hundreds. The headmaster's voice echoed: 'Miss Granger.' She glanced at the device, its tip slick with some enchanted lubricant, and swallowed hard. Tradition demanded she mount it publicly, no privacy, no mercy. Blushing furiously, she hiked up her robes, exposing her bare pussy to the cheering crowd—Slytherins jeering, Ravenclaws whispering, Hufflepuffs averting eyes. The Gryffindor table watched hungrily, boys like Harry and Ron leaning forward.
She positioned herself over the dildo, the cool head pressing against her folds. With a deep breath, she lowered, gasping as it stretched her tight entrance, inch by inch sliding deep into her virgin cunt. The hall fell silent except for her whimpers. It pulsed inside her, vibrating, sending jolts through her body as it 'read' her essence—ambition, loyalty, bravery mixed with her muggle-born shame. She rocked slightly, forced to ride it for the magic to work, her juices coating the shaft while students leered. 'Gryffindor!' the dildo finally boomed, its voice muffled but clear, and Hermione cried out in a mix of relief and humiliation as it thrust once more, making her clench around it before she dismounted, legs shaking, cum-like residue dripping down her thighs.
The Gryffindor table erupted in cheers. She was theirs now—property of the house, a sex slave bound by ancient wards to serve the boys' every desire. No one had warned her, the mudblood witch, that this was the price of belonging.
That night, in the Gryffindor common room, the initiation began. Stripped naked, Hermione knelt on the rug before the roaring fire, surrounded by the house's boys. Harry went first, his scar hidden under messy hair as he unzipped, pulling out his hardening cock. 'Welcome to the pride, Hermione,' he muttered, grabbing her hair and shoving her mouth onto him. She gagged, tears streaming, but sucked obediently, tongue swirling around his shaft as he fucked her face. Ron followed, his freckled dick thicker, slamming into her throat while Harry moved behind, spreading her ass cheeks and ramming into her pussy without prep. She moaned around Ron's cock, body betraying her with unwanted slickness as they pounded her holes.
The others joined in waves—Seamus blasting cum across her tits, Dean bending her over to fuck her ass raw, Neville shyly but firmly taking her mouth until he spilled down her throat. They rotated, using every orifice: double penetration in her pussy and ass, gangbangs where three cocks stretched her at once, cum filling her until it leaked from her swollen lips, her battered cunt, her gaping asshole. By dawn, she was a mess of bruises, bites, and drying semen, collapsed in a heap, the boys sated and claiming their new toy.
Christmas break came too soon. Hermione apparated home to her parents' modest muggle house, body still aching from the endless use. Her parents, dentists both, greeted her warmly at first, but her face twisted in dread. 'Mum, Dad... I have to tell you something about Hogwarts.' Over tea, she explained haltingly—the sorting dildo, her enslavement, how she was a mudblood whore for the Gryffindor boys, fucked daily, passed around like a ragdoll. Her father's face paled, her mother's eyes widened in horror.
But before they could react fully, a soft pop announced Professor McGonagall's arrival, flanked by Snape and Dumbledore. 'We've anticipated this,' the headmaster said calmly, wand flicking. A shimmering spell washed over Mr. and Mrs. Granger, their expressions glazing, minds rewriting in seconds. Resistance melted; acceptance bloomed. Hermione watched, stunned, as her parents nodded blankly.
'You'll understand now,' McGonagall said. 'Hogwarts claims its own, bloodlines included. Your daughter serves, and so must you.' The alteration sank deep: Mr. Granger's role diminished to silent approval, but Mrs. Granger—Jane—blossomed into eager submission. Her once-practical attire felt constricting; she stripped without prompting, revealing soft curves, heavy breasts, and a trimmed bush. 'I... I see,' she murmured, voice husky. 'We serve the school.'
Back at Hogwarts after break, the expansion of servitude unfolded. Hermione returned to the Gryffindor boys' relentless demands—waking to Ron's cock in her mouth, afternoons bent over desks for Harry's thrusts, evenings in orgies where she took loads from the whole house. But now, Jane was summoned too, integrated as a house elf-like slave for the faculty and older students.
The first demonstration came in the staff room. Professors gathered—Flitwick, Sprout, even Lupin—watching as Jane, naked and collared, crawled in on all fours. Hermione was there too, leashed beside her. 'Show them your devotion,' Snape sneered. Jane mounted the table, spreading her legs to reveal her dripping pussy. Dumbledore went first, his elderly but vigorous cock sliding into her with a groan, pumping steadily while she moaned, 'For Hogwarts!' Hermione was forced to lick her mother's clit as the headmaster fucked her, tasting the mingled juices.
The boys got their turn next. Harry claimed Jane's mouth, face-fucking her while Ron double-teamed Hermione's ass. Seamus and Dean took turns in Jane's cunt, stretching the muggle woman until she squirted, screaming in altered ecstasy. The taboo deepened: mother and daughter side by side, kissing sloppily as cocks swapped between them, cum shared on tongues. Jane's mind, twisted, craved it—begging for gangbangs, offering her holes to Slytherins as peace offerings, even servicing Hagrid's massive dick in the grounds, her belly bulging from his knot-like thrusts.
Nights blurred into rituals. In the Gryffindor dorms, Hermione and Jane knelt together, servicing the boys in tandem—Hermione riding Harry's lap while Jane sucked Ron's balls, then switching to lap cum from each other's filled pussies. Teachers oversaw, ensuring loyalty: McGonagall strapping on a dildo to peg Jane's ass while Snape forced Hermione to deepthroat him, his bitter seed choking her.
The enslavement spread. Jane moved into a hidden chamber near the castle, a permanent fixture for visitors—muggle studies now included 'practical anatomy' with her body as the text. Hermione's holidays ended; home was Hogwarts, a den of non-stop violation. Father? Forgotten, his mind dulled to irrelevance, watching blankly as his wife and daughter serviced owls with their mouths for fun.
One stormy evening, the pinnacle: a house-wide feast. Hermione and Jane, oiled and chained, were the centerpieces. Boys lined up, cocks out, taking turns. Harry fucked Hermione's pussy, pulling out to cum in Jane's mouth. Ron claimed Jane's ass, making her rim him clean before pounding Hermione. The air filled with slaps of flesh, grunts, and wet squelches—cocks plunging, holes gaping, cum splattering faces and tits. They came together at the end, mother and daughter scissoring, pussies grinding as boys jerked off onto them, a baptism in seed.
In this warped wizarding world, their fates sealed, the Grangers served without end—mudblood slaves, bodies broken and remade for pleasure, minds forever bent to the school's will.