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Chapter 23: A Night in the Garden of Delights

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Just changing clothes made Hermione feel different. Once she had apparated to the Ministry building, she went to setup her new office. All Inquisitors were assigned a small suite of rooms in the depths of the Ministry building. The suite included an office where they could work, and compact living quarters for their personal use. There was a sitting room with a couch, table and chairs, a bedroom, a walk-in closet, and a bathroom with a toilet, sink, and shower. All the rooms were small, so there wasn’t much living space, but it was comfortable, and there was no commute to work. There was a shared canteen and laundry that was operated at all hours by the Ministry elves, who also handled the housekeeping.

Hermione got out of her Gryffindor robes and girlish looking Mary-Jane flats, and put on a blood red cotton top with a lightweight black leather jacket, over a pair of tight fitting black denim jeans, and a pair of very expensive Givenchy over-the-knee black leather lace-up boots with four-inch heels. Hermione had quickly come to love wearing heels, they made her feel more womanly; she wasn’t a little girl when she had heels on. She was still working on walking in heels confidently; so far she had become proficient enough to not fall down, but she definitely wasn’t up to Madam Hooch’s standards though. She looked at herself in the bedroom mirror and saw that she already looked older and more mature than her years. After a brief bit of freshening up, Hermione met up with Madam Hooch in the canteen common area.

“You look lovely, my dear,” said Hooch. “You are developing a good sense of style that many witches just don’t have. You know one important thing you have that most don’t is how to use muggle fashion. Most pureblood witches haven’t a clue how to dress beyond robes.”

“Thank you, Rolanda. I’m trying to look more professional, at least not like a schoolgirl.”

“Well you’re doing fine at that. Now, how would you like to assist me in handling a real case of interrogating a couple of junior Death Eaters that were captured? This one may require that we make use of some of those ‘extraordinary’ interrogation techniques we have had you studying.”

Hermione knew what that term meant; the prisoner might require torture to make him or her speak. Was she ready to use her magical powers to deliberately inflict pain on another human being? She wasn’t sure if she was, but she had committed to try. She followed her mentor into the security division area (a.k.a. the dungeons); there they went to a holding ward where prisoners being held for interrogation were made uncomfortable. Inside the holding room Hermione saw an old friend from school. Angelina Johnson was a fellow Gryffindor and had played on the house Quidditch team. Angelina had light dark skin and deep green eyes. She was the product of a mixed marriage, her father was a white English wizard of no special ability, but her mother was a Caribbean voodoo witch of some considerable psychic power.

Physically Angelina was a tall woman of unusual physical strength and a sexily toned physique. Despite her intimidating muscularity, she was thoroughly feminine, quite attractive, and could move with cat-like grace, and speed, when she desired to. She enjoyed wearing sexy and suggestive clothing that showed off her physique. Even though she stood slightly under 6 feet in height, she loved wearing high heels that raised her above the heads of most of the boys. She liked the intimidation factor it had on them. Magically, Angelina had inherited her mother’s ability to project into the mind of another. This was a useful skill in interrogation because it meant that Angelina could see things inside the subject’s mind that were hidden, even things hidden to the subject.

Death Eaters commonly used the Obliviate spell to attempt to erase events from someone’s mind. Even thought the person might not remember, the spell left scars in the memory from its passing, and underneath the scars was often a fragment of the true hidden event. Angelina had the ability to pick out those hidden memories when no one else could. It was an invaluable talent for which the Inquisition held her in high regard.

Hermione had already learned that Angelina had been recruited as an apprentice by Madam Hooch in her seventh year at Hogwarts just as Hermione had been. This was the first time Hermione had seen Angelina in the Ministry building as she had been dispatched to other areas of the country most of the time. Angelina warmly greeted her old mentor and the new apprentice.

Looking around the room Hermione saw the two prisoners in the center of the room, she knew them both immediately. One was Marcus Flint. Flint had been the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. The only thing he had loved more than winning was cheating in order to win. He had been one of the ‘superior’ pureblood set that had routinely taunted Hermione with the name of “Mudblood.” Flint didn’t look very superior at the moment as he was imprisoned in a magical stasis field that was commonly known as a ‘Sphere of Despair.’ It was aptly named. It was used in place of a regular holding cell on particularly notorious suspects to assist in rapidly breaking down their will to resist interrogation. Inside the stasis field the suspect was naked and held spread-eagle under tension on all limbs. The suspect was unable to urinate, defecate, sleep, or pass out inside the field. The effects of even a day of such discomfort was often enough to make a resisting prisoner talk, but Flint still had a nasty look of defiance on his face.

The second prisoner was a companion of Draco Malfoy named Blaise Zabini. Zabini was one of the Slytherin pureblood worshipping gits too. He had always been more talk than anything else, but he had often participated in making fun of Hermione. Hermione had no love for either one of them. Like Flint, Zabini was imprisoned in a Sphere of Despair, though Zabini had a more terrified look on his face. To Hermione this indicated he might be the weaker link to work on.

The stasis field enchantment used by the Inquisition prevented the prisoner from hearing anything from outside the field wall. If he opened his eyes he was hit by a blinding light. If the Inquisitors entered the field then the prisoner could not see them, and their voices were altered to become unrecognizable. This was so that if the prisoner was released he could never identify the Inquisitor’s who had interrogated him. After receiving a welcoming hug from Angelina, Hermione asked why Flint and Zabini were being held there for questioning.

“They were apprehended red handed with these,” said Angelina showing two Black Wands to Hermione. “These Black Wands almost certainly belong to Flint’s two Uncles, Daniel and Rupert. They were in Azkaban until the 7-11 attack for taking part in killing muggles as part of Voldemort’s terror campaign. It’s the Uncle’s we really want; they’ve already got a date set with a Dementor when they are caught. Marcus and his family were being watched as suspects in aiding and abetting them in eluding recapture. Night before last he and Zabini tried to slip out and meet someone, the Aurors moved in and stunned both of them. When the wands were found the Aurors turned them over to us.”

“What will happen to them?” asked Hermione of Angelina. “Are they headed to the Black Room?”

“That’s somewhat up to the DCI right now,” she answered with a look at Madam Hooch. “The IG and the Wizengamot will probably follow the suggestion you make.”

“Marcus had the illegal wands on his person when captured,” said Madam Hooch. “We have solid grounds to finish the arrogant sod off, so we can do as we damn well please to make him talk here. I remember what a little twit he was on the Quidditch field. I know Angelina hasn’t forgotten the time he ran you into a wall and left you unconscious on the field. I have no reason to recommend mercy unless he gives it to me in the form of his uncles getting the big snog downstairs. I doubt either of you gives a shit what happens to him. Zabini was probably a hanger on; maybe we can make an example of Flint that will impress Zabini.”

Hooch grinned broadly as she saw the confirming nods from her crew. She motioned to Hermione to accompany her into the field, and for Angelina to stay back and control the field from outside. As Hermione entered the field she felt no real change herself, but she could clearly see that Flint was in considerable discomfort. He was approaching exhaustion; and his face was drawn from the pain caused by the pulling on his joints. He knew that figures had come close to him but he couldn’t see who it was past the painfully bright light that was constantly in his eyes.

“Hello, Marcus,” said Hooch. “How are you doing, dear boy?”

“Long time no see, Flint,” said Hermione. “How’s tricks?” Hermione was beginning to enjoy the scene before her. Flint had been one of those she had fantasized about how she’d curse him if she ever had the chance. Now she did.

“Wh... who’s there,” stumbled Flint. He could only hear a distorted echo of the voices before him, but this was someone he’d know. It offered hope to him of some respite from the misery he was in. “Show yourself to me.”

“You are in a lot of trouble, Marcus,” said Hooch. “You got caught with outlawed magical implements on your person. Those wands belong to your uncles don’t they? You know where your uncles are hiding. Why don’t you just tell us where they are and it’ll go much easier for you.”

“Fuck you!” replied Marcus. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I want to talk to my solicitor. I know my rights; you can’t do this to me.”

Hooch stepped back out of the field and was joined by Hermione. “Angelina,” she said. “I want you to alter the sphere so that Flint can see and hear us as we are. Change Zabini’s field so that he can see and hear out of the field and into Flint’s. We need to inform dear Marcus of his new rights under the provisions of the PWA, and let Zabini see the results. Hermione, I think it’s time to give you a little pop quiz on that spell I had you study last week. I intended to have you try it out on a rat, but now that I think about it, Flint isn’t that much different than a rat.”

Hermione knew the curse her boss was referring to; she had practiced it several times the past week, but she hadn’t planned on actually performing it this soon, especially on a human male. However, she thought as she grimly resigned herself to the task ahead, if it has to be done then she could think of no one better with whom to start than Flint. Seeing that her protégé was ready, Hooch nodded to Angelina; and with a few precise waves of her wand, and some incantations, Angelina altered the prisoner’s stasis fields.

“Guess who, Marcus?” said Hooch cheerily. “Can you see us now?”

“I see you, Hooch. I should have known you’d be part of something like this.” Spying Granger he formed a scowl on his face. “I see you filthy mudblood cunts are in this together. I demand you release me, I am a pureblood, and when my father hears of what you’ve done…”

Given the circumstances, it was the worst possible thing that Flint could have said; but a lifetime of unfettered arrogance is not conducive to good sense. Madam Hooch turned to Hermione and nodded. Hermione focused her thoughts on Flint, remembering all the times he had berated her, and insulted her. The anger rose up in her and she jabbed the tip of her wand in Flint’s scrotum. She formed the incantation in her mind and allowed it to build up power as she released the energy into Flint .

“BURDIZZIO!” she yelled.

“AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Flint screamed in agony as the power of the castration curse was transferred through Hermione’s wand to crush his most tender organs. His body convulsed violently against the magical bonds holding him as waves of unbearable pain flowed through his body.

“Lord Voldemort will kill you for this,” Flint screamed out as his curse slowly constricted his manhood like the iron grip of a giant. “He will kill you and your whole stinking mudblood families.”

Without even thinking, Hermione felt her rage take control. She had taken enough shit off people like this. She jabbed the wand deeper into his scrotum and felt a wave of power pass between her and Flint. For Flint the effect was like having his balls caught between a sledgehammer and an anvil, the gonads shattered inside the pouch with his scrotum suddenly expanded to several times its size from the force of the explosion, and then deflated. Even Madam Hooch was caught off guard by what happened to Flint’s balls, for several seconds she could only stare in amazement as the scrotum began turning a dark blue-black color.

For the hapless Flint, there had been about a half second delay between the explosion of his balls and the first realization of it striking his brain cells. Flint gave a high pitched screaming wail that could only be associated with an animal in intense pain and terror. The screaming continued as Flint shook violently against the bonds of the stasis field. Hooch turned to face Angelina and saw that she was amazed too. Hooch looked back to Hermione in amazement and awe, she had only been taught this spell a week ago, and this was her first try at using it on a human, this girl had natural talent.

Stepping out of the field Hooch motioned for Angelina to reseal the stasis field so that she didn’t have to listen to Flint’s screams. Looking at Zabini she saw a terrified kid who was staring at Hermione like she must be the devil incarnate. Stepping up to him Hooch asked, “Well it looks like our man Flint will be occupied for a while. However, fortunately we have you to play with also. I’m going to call Granger over and tell her you called her a filthy mudblood cunt too; and we’ll see if she can blow your balls apart.”

“NOOO! Oh please no, no, no. I haven’t called her anything, please don’t let her hurt me,” babbled a distraught and thoroughly terrified Zabini.

“What’ll you give me in trade for protecting you?” said Hooch. “What I really want are the owners of those wands, not you. But if you’re all I’ve got then I’ll work on you.”

“Flint threatened me if I didn’t help,” a terrified Zabini started babbling. “He knew he was being watched, he was going to hand the wands to me and I was supposed to take them to a safe drop off point. The Flint brothers would come there once the package was delivered. Flint said that all of the Death Eaters were moving around from haven to haven, even Voldemort is never in the same place two nights in a row. They have hiding places everywhere.”

“All right then,” said Hooch. “When were the wands to be delivered?”

“There wasn’t a set time. Just as soon as it could be done without drawing attention. When the wands are set in place the brothers will know and retrieve them.”

“So they are still waiting for those wands to be set out for them to retrieve?” mused Hooch. “Zabini, I have an idea how you can partially redeem yourself to the Ministry.”

Within a few hours Madam Hooch had set in motion a plan to let the Aurors capture the Flint Brothers. The Black Wands were sent off to the Enchantment of Magical Devices office for placement of a Vortex Portus spell on the wands. When the wands were touched a vortex would be created that would suck in everyone in the area and send them by portal to an oubliette in the Ministry.

With a little luck, the Flint brothers would retrieve their package, open it immediately and try out their illegal wands, and be forcibly sucked into a secure cell. Zabini would complete the delivery as he was supposed to have done. To ensure that Zabini did as ordered, Madam Hooch placed him under an Imperious curse, and then turned him over to the Aurors. Making the actual drops and any subsequent arrests was their job. Afterwards, Zabini would undergo mind alteration to forget his participation in the capture and be released to his family.

“What about Flint?” asked Angelina. The three looked at the stasis field to see that the terribly maimed Marcus Flint was still convulsing in pain from Hermione’s castration curse.

“What about him?” asked Hooch mildly. “Leave him in there for the weekend. I’ll leave an order for the weekend crew to apply a full MPR on him for any other information tomorrow. He’ll be pretty ripe for the picking by then if not completely insane from the pain. On Monday I’m filing with the IG to fast track him to the Black Room. Hopefully we may have company for him by then. Right now it’s quitting time, and I think we should round up Katie and head for the emergency planning center.”

This caused an excited Angelina to grin broadly and mutter, “Damn straight!”

A confused Hermione turned to Madam Hooch. “What is the emergency planning center?”

Hooch and Angelina let loose a short laugh at the question. “The Inquisition has a set of ‘safe houses’ where we can set up a field headquarters in an emergency. At least that’s what the official story is, and we’re sticking to it. In reality, they are luxury party houses located in desirable areas of the country. Those who are granted access, such as myself, use them as weekend vacation spots. The particular spot I’m talking about for this weekend is a private villa we have a lease on in Godric’s Hollow, up near the hill. Of course, we have to maintain our cover to prevent suspicions from being aroused. Our cover is so successful that any outsiders might actually think that we are having wild sex parties the whole weekend while we are actually performing our strategic planning sessions there.”

Hermione noticed that Angelina was laughing with her mouth covered at Hooch’s description. Hermione had never been to the Hill but she knew all about its reputation. That it was a center for drinking, gambling, and wild sex parties of all types. It didn’t sound like the sort of place for her, and her doubts showed on her face.

“Hermione,” said Madam Hooch with a very somber look in her eye. “Darling, you need to do a little growing up. There are more differences between an innocent schoolgirl, and an adult woman, than the clothes and shoes she wears. Come with us, you remember seeing Katie Bell the other day don’t you? She works in the lab section and always pals with us on our girl’s weekends out. We could make a great foursome, and there’s plenty of room at the villa. We’ll have it and all of the staff to ourselves.”

About an hour later, the four of them gathered outside the apparition portals. Katie was quite happy to see Hermione again. They had lost touch after Katie had finished at Hogwarts. Hermione had been told to bring only a light kit bag with a change of street clothes. When she had asked about toiletries and other clothing Madam Hooch had only laughed.

“Hermione, first of all we are witches, we can transfigure; second all standard items are available at the villa, you only need to tell your sla… erm… personal assistant what you need and he’ll get it for you. Lastly, the shopping is outstanding there. And before you drone on about having no money, we have a special budget there for the necessary and legitimate purpose of maintaining our covers as wealthy playgirl witches on the make. Now everyone, let’s go do some strategic planning.”

The hall was filled with whoops from Angelina and Katie as they entered the chamber. Hermione felt the now familiar pull of apparition, in seconds the group appeared in a beautiful vine covered atrium, filled with Greco-roman tile frescos and statuary. With a wave of her wand, Madam Hooch transformed all their clothing. Hermione saw that she was now wearing a tunic style gown that draped her shoulders, had a plunging neckline that fully exposed the deep valley between her breasts, and a higher hemline that stopped about a third of the way down her thigh. On her feet were Greco-roman styled strappy high-heels, with tie bands that went up to just below the knee. A cool breeze from below confirmed for Hermione that she was now going totally commando, she was not wearing knickers or bra.

The new clothing felt very light and comfortable to wear physically. Psychologically, it was a new experience for Hermione to be that near naked around others, other than Ginny. A quick look showed Hermione that the other three were similarly attired and made no show of surprise. Apparently this was the standard uniform they wore when doing strategic planning here.

There was a rush of bare feet upon the tile floor and four young men, dressed only in a thong brief, entered the atrium. The four immediately knelt and then prostrated themselves before the group. In the brief flash of view that Hermione had, it appeared that the small pouch in the front of the thong was barely able to contain the large package curled up within it.

Madam Hooch stepped forward and turned to Hermione, “Welcome to the ‘Garden of Delights’ the four males here before you are our personal slaves for the weekend.”

Motioning to the four to get on their knees she introduced them to Hermione. “This is slave Roger, he is the favorite of Mistress Angelina; this is slave Percy, he belongs to Mistress Katie.”

Grabbing a slightly older looking slave by the hair she pulled his face upward. “This sorry excuse for a male is Slave Dick, he is mine; he isn’t worth much, he only has one ball because it amused me to take the other one with the heel of my shoe one evening. Didn’t I, Slave Dick.”

“Yes, Mistress,” muttered the slave.

“Did it hurt when I popped it, Slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s funny, I didn’t feel a thing,” Hooch said with an uncharacteristic sneer. “I probably should just take the other nut and let the Goblins sell him off as a eunuch slave somewhere . However, it mildly amuses me to see how hard he vainly struggles to retain what faint traces of his so-called manhood are left to his pathetic body. Anyway, this is your slave, Mistress Hermione, his name is Slave Peter. He’s new here, he was transferred from another facility where he was excess.”

Slave Peter appeared to be about 21 years old; he had shoulder length blonde hair, fair skin, and dreamy blue eyes. He was slim, and athletic looking. Hermione thought he was not bad looking at all, but what was the deal about calling him slave?

“Slaves,” Hooch continued. “This is Mistress Hermione. You are to obey her as you do us. Any act of displeasure to her will be brutally punished. For your information, she shattered the testicles of a prisoner who spoke insolently to her with just one curse today. I suggest you do not give her cause for anger, especially you, Slave Peter. Mistress Hermione has my permission to explode both your tender little balls if it pleases her in the least to do so. The only favor I ask in return is that she calls us to watch first so we can all enjoy the spectacle of your emasculation, and be entertained by your screams of agony.”

Slave Peter bowed his head and nodded to Hooch and then crawled to Hermione and touched his forehead to the floor before her feet. “Yes, Mistress, I will do my very best to be a good boy and pleasure you many times.”

Angelina and Katie both grabbed their slaves by the hair and led them off into the halls of the villa. Hooch motioned to Hermione to follow her, and the two slaves to follow several paces behind.

“The Garden of Delight is a villa leased by a Magi Corporation, who in truth is the Inquisition. We’re now in Godric’s Hollow on the edge of the Hill. Everything we need is around us; the absolute best security spells are woven here to protect us. One inside we are goddesses. The slaves are the bonded property of the villa’s owners; we may do with them as we please while we are here.”

“Wait a minute,” said Hermione. “The slaves really are slaves … real slaves. That’s illegal isn’t it?”

“Lots of interesting things happen in Godric’s Hollow, Hermione,” said Madam Hooch with a smile. “Not all of them are exactly legal, but we don’t worry about the particulars. We just enjoy ourselves as adult witches should, and if there are any legal entanglements, well, we are the Inquisition. What good is it to have power if you don’t use it?”

Madam Hooch led Hermione around the villa showing her the rooms where she could relax, exercise, eat, or bath. She had her own room assigned to her that she could stock as she pleased. There were a number of guest bedrooms in this section of the villa that opened into a central hallway. At the end of the hallway was a large beautifully carved door. It intrigued Hermione what was behind it.

“Where does that door go to,” she asked Hooch.

“We rent most of the villa, but parts of it are off limits to guests. That door leads to the Master Bedroom I’m told. Only the owners of the villa have access to it when they are here.”

“Are they here now?”

“No, at least I don’t think so. I’ve never seen the owners, and the slaves are under orders to reveal nothing about them to guests. I think they only stay here when there are no guests. They are certainly very private.”

Continuing on with the tour, Hermione was told to always address Peter as slave, and demand that he address her as Mistress. If he failed to please her in any way she was to punish him as she saw fit using either physical trauma, humiliation, endurance vile, or a combination of these. The slaves were unable to relieve themselves sexually unless their mistress specifically permitted them to do so. This was given as a reward to the slave, and slaves were rewarded sparingly.

There were certain house rules she was expected to follow. If she desired the slave to have intercourse with her explicitly for the purpose of her pleasure then that was allowed, preferably using the female superior position. However, under no circumstances was the slave allowed to ejaculate inside his mistress. Slaves were only allowed to have relief by masturbation. Hermione was allowed to assist the slave in masturbation if she wished, but it was generally frowned upon. Under no circumstances was she to go down on a slave or perform a submissive act upon the slave.

Finally, Hermione was told that there was a one-way viewing barrier spell around the villa and its surrounding decks and courtyards. Those on the inside could see out, and it felt as though they were outside; but those outside could not see or hear what was transpiring on the inside. Therefore, Hermione was free to do as she pleased, walk naked around the house, sun naked in the courtyard, and have her slave please her sexually on the decks. Everything here was private, and everything done here was private, it was not spoken of anywhere else, or to anyone else.

Telling slave Peter to await her on the deck, Hermione went into her room. Shedding her toga, she put on a light cotton robe and flip-flops. When she went to the sunning deck Slave Peter had prepared a deck chair, table stand, and had towels and wash cloths. Nearby lay Angelina stark naked in a similar chair with her slave’s head between her thighs giving her oral sex. A little bit over she saw Katie in a similar arrangement being similarly pleasured.

Hermione sat on her deck chair and slave Peter knelt at the foot of the chair. Hermione noticed that he seemed frightened, or like he was in pain.

“May I begin pleasuring you now, Mistress?” he asked.

“Not right now…, Slave Peter. I was planning on just taking a nap right now,” muttered Hermione. But she saw that Peter was taking the news hard.

“I’m sorry if I displease you, Mistress,” he said almost in sobs.

To Hermione’s right Angelina tapped her slave sharply on the head and motioned him to back off. Getting up she walked over to Hermione’s chair.

“Slave Peter,” she said sternly standing there with her arms crossed. “When was the last time you were permitted to relieve your balls?”

“Mistress Angelina, it has been almost four months since I last masturbated.”

“Slave Peter, expose your genitals to Mistress Hermione.”

Slave Peter removed his thong and Hermione gasped. There before her was the largest dick she’d ever seen, it had to be 9 or 10 inches long. He was almost three times the size of Ron. Then she also noticed that his testicles were swollen and distended, the scrotum had a darkish coloration. Could this be what she’d heard the boys calling the blue balls?

Angelina turned to Hermione, “Now Slave Peter hasn’t had a regular mistress in a while so he’s had no one to pleasure and earn a reward. If you don’t let him try to please you then he has to go on in pain.”

“Slave Peter,” Angelina said to the trembling slave. “Assume the position of discipline.”

With a terrified sob, Slave Peter knelt with his legs spread wide, he put his forehead to the deck, and placed his arms folded behind his back. All his body was exposed, including the genitals. Angelina pointed her wand towards the kitchen area. “Accio Butcherknife,” she said and a large wicked looking knife came to her hand. Turning to Hermione, “There’s no need to leave the poor bastard hurting like this, we can just slice them off and he’ll be sold out as a serving eunuch. Use ‘em or lose ‘em I say.”

With that, she stepped over and put her foot on the back of Peter’s neck, and then she reached down and grabbed the poor sobbing slave’s hapless scrotum roughly causing him to produce the most plaintive yelp of pain and fear. With the other hand she positioned the razor sharp knife to castrate him.

Slave Peter’s eyes focused on Hermione. “Mercy, good Mistress, please have mercy on me,” he whimpered pathetically as tears streamed from his eyes. “Please don’t let her cut me.”

“Angelina … wait … don’t hurt him,” said Hermione.

“Are you willing to accept him then?” Angelina asked. “Remember, he’s not your husband, he’s not your boyfriend, he’s your slave, he’s a living, breathing vibrator. He’s a pleasure toy you enjoy when you want him, and forget about the moment you don’t. Just relax and go with it, girlfriend.”

Angelina released Slave Peter’s balls and told him to go back to work. Peter crawled to the foot of Hermione’s chair and gave her a pleading look with frightened tear filled eyes to accept him. Unable to resist any longer, Hermione shed her robe and sandals, lay back and spread her legs. She waited for Peter to start a few moments then opened her eyes. Peter was still on his knees looking at her pubic region, and so was Angelina. Katie had apparently been motioned to by Angelina to come over and see this.

“Hermione,” asked Angelina. “When was the last time you trimmed your bush?”

“She’s right, girlfriend,” said Katie. “You need a shave and a haircut down there really bad.”

Looking at their pubic regions Hermione saw their snatches were neatly trimmed in landing strips just above the pubic cleft. Their nether regions looked far more civilized than the impenetrable looking hair jungle in her knickers. Madam Hooch walked up wearing only a large bath towel.

“Poor baby,” she said ruffling Slave Peter’s hair, smiling at his obvious distress. “Looks like you might suffocate if you tried to go down in there.”

Seeing Hermione’s embarrassment she addressed the group in a serious tone. “All right everyone, we need to remember that Hermione is our new girlfriend. She has a lot to learn, she’s on the steep end of the learning curve, and it’s our job to get her up to speed with the team. Both of you were almost as raw when you started and others helped you along. It’s give back time. We need to help Hermione do a down to the skin makeover so she can change from a virginal little school girl into a sophisticated adult witch. We already know she definitely has the makings of one bad arse Inquisitor. She’s knows how to make them scowl and howl, we saw that shit go down today.”

Both Katie and Angelina looked over at Hermione and smiled while they apologized for making fun of her. “We’re sorry, Hermione,” said Angelina.

“Damn straight, girl,” chimed in Katie. “We’ve already made you a nut taker, now we’re gonna make you a heart breaker.”

“Slave Dick!” said Madam Hooch while pulling on the leash attached to his neck collar of her one testicled personal slave. “Come here you worthless piece of shit!”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Fetch your grooming tools, I want you to return to Mistress Hermione and groom her twat so that it looks extremely sophisticated and fashionable. I want her to be able to proudly show it before any male and make his balls ache from want of her. Also, I want her properly manicured and pedicured. Fail me and I will painfully take the remaining ball I foolishly allowed you keep the last time you displeased me. Slave Peter, you will come with me and assist me with my bath.”

The two slaves immediately complied with her instructions with Hooch walking off leading Slave Peter towards the rolling waters of the hot tub. In a few moments, Slave Dick returned smiling with a pan of hot water, towels, and his toolkit.

“May I begin to serve you, Mistress?” he asked humbly.

“You may begin, … Slave,” answered Hermione.

Taking a pair of barber’s clippers Slave Dick began expertly removing the bulk of Hermione’s adolescent bush garden. Hermione tried to act unconcerned, but frequently found herself intrigued by Dick’s actions. While she was being clipped she heard Katie begin to moan in orgasm as her slave’s efforts between her thighs began to pay dividends. Not wanting to be outdone, Hermione heard Angelina threaten her slave with the dire consequences awaiting him if he didn’t “get his shit together pretty quick.”

After clipping came the waxing. Hermione had never experienced waxing, but she had heard how painful it was to have it done. Slave Dick quickly told her that waxing only hurt when it was done by muggles. He then applied the warm Witch Wax poultice and waited a few moments. To Hermione’s amazement the wax simply evaporated painlessly taking the hairs with it. The final step was a bit of trim shaving that required a lot of hot shaving cream be worked into her remaining bush. Hermione had never had that done to her before either, but it did feel good. She definitely had to get someone to teach Ron how to do this to her.

“Mistress Hermione,” said Dick. “To continue I must shave you now. I beg of you to remain completely still or the razor may cause you harm, and then my Mistress will punish me severely. May I proceed?”

“You may,” said Hermione while she settled herself into a comfortable position.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he said.

Hermione was a bit frightened by the straight razor in his hand, knowing where it was about to be applied. However, she saw that Dick seemed to know exactly what he was doing, this was something he was obviously very good at or Madam Hooch would have assigned someone else to do it. She forced herself to relax as she felt the sharp steel glide over her pubic region. Off to her right she heard Angelina start moaning as her slave apparently began to get her off. Ignoring her, Hermione focused on staying still, it was only a few more minutes and Slave Dick announced that he was done.

“I took the liberty of creating a special design for you, Mistress,” he said at last. “Please view my work and tell me how I should proceed.”

Looking between her legs Hermione saw that Slave Dick was holding a mirror so she could view his handiwork. He had shaved her clean except for a landing strip of brunette fur designed in the shape of a keyhole. There was a circular patch about two inches in diameter at the top and a strip about an inch wide extending down to the top of the vulva. As Hermione stared in amazement at the change she saw that Katie and Angelina had returned to view her.

“Abso-fucking-lutely cool, girlfriend,” said Angelina with a smirking grin on her face.

“Will you look at that, a pussy masterpiece!” squealed Katie. “Now I wonder who has the key that fits that lock. Got anybody in mind, Hermione.”

“Let’s just hope he has a long enough key to unlock what’s hidden inside that particular box,” retorted Angelina.

Hermione turned beet red, but decided she liked the new cut. She told Slave Dick that she accepted the cut, he was appropriately humble. He then asked if he might prepare her hands and feet. Hermione had used nail polish as all girls do to look more mature, but she could see that Slave Dick heartily disapproved of her efforts.

“The French tip look is a better choice, Mistress. It definitely gives a more maturing look to the wearer. I implore Mistress to please allow me to remove this and replace it with a better finish I believe she will find far more suitable to her tastes.”

Looking over at Katie and Angelina she saw them both nod affirmative. “You may proceed, Slave,” said Hermione. Katie and Angelina grabbed their towels and headed towards the hot tubs. Their slaves had apparently already been given permission to reward themselves and had disappeared to wank in private.

Slave Dick returned with several bowls, he stripped the polish from all her nails and set them to soak. Hermione felt awkward with her hands in the bowls and her legs splayed open in footbowls. She knew it would be a little while before the cuticles softened sufficiently.

“May I entertain Mistress while she waits?” asked Slave Dick kneeling at Hermione’s crotch.

“You may,” said Hermione absent mindedly, not really sure what he meant by entertainment. She quickly learned what it meant as Slave Dick placed his face over her slit and plunged his long wet tongue inside her pussy and began licking her clitoris in a rapid frenzy of short strokes. The sensations hit her like a bucket of cold water.

Hermione had had her pussy licked a few times by Ginny, and she had returned the favor. While that had felt good, neither of them had truly got off on it, preferring the dildos. This, however, was different, Slave Dick knew what he was doing down there. Within a few minutes she felt her passion rising in her, she was going to come, and this wouldn’t be one of the dildo comes where you make a slight moan and sigh. As it began creeping up on her Hermione started making a rhythmic “oh” sound getting louder and faster. As her waves of passion increased so did Slave Dick. As he picked up the tempo, Hermione’s own shouts picked up speed as well. Off to the side Hermione heard echoing shouts and saw that all three of her companions were standing in the hot tubs with their hands in the air shouting in time with her.

What a bunch of arseholes, she thought, but she was past caring. Hermione was about to truly come screaming. As the first waves of the orgasm hit she let out a howl of delight as her whole body spasmed. Slave Dick paid no mind as Hermione’s feet and hands left their bowls and wrapped around him. He remained at his post like a good little soldier, never faltering, never failing. He didn’t even seem to need to come up for air.

As the wave of the orgasm died down Hermione felt exhausted, but Slave Dick wasn’t slowing down. His tongue now changed pattern to move in the opposite direction across her clitoris, stimulating the nerves in a new way. Hermione was trying to find the words to tell him to stop when she felt the waves start again; he intended to get her off twice. Hermione started to try to stop him, but decided to just ride it out. This time the orgasm hit her even faster without the buildup of “oh’s” she just let loose a loud long squeal of pleasure as she came. Hermione felt the flow of her warm vaginal juices running out of her vulva.

When the waves finally stopped and her trembling was mostly gone Hermione opened her eyes. She saw that Hooch, Katie, and Angelina had come to stand around her recliner. Looking between her legs she saw Slave Dick grinning from ear to ear at his success, his face glistening with her warm juices. Madam Hooch moved to stand behind Slave Dick. With one hand she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back while she crouched down behind him.

“Tell me, Slave Dick,” she said in a loud whisper into the slave’s ear. “When did Mistress give you permission to pleasure any woman other than herself like that?”

“Mistress did not give me permission,” said Slave Dick with the grin disappearing from his face. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be if you wear yourself out now and can’t please me properly later. Now finish the job I gave you and come attend me.”

Slave Dick became more studious in his work and soon Hermione’s nails were trimmed and polished in the most modern and elegant style. Katie came by and looked them over approvingly. “Oh, hell yes, Hermione, those will look delicious with some pretty sandals tomorrow night in the clubs. The Johns in the Unicorn will think you work there. You’re going to make us look like a couple of sea hags before long if you keep this up.”

“It’s just such a change from what I’ve always been used to,” said Hermione. “But I do feel more grown up, like I’m really an adult now.”

“Feels good doesn’t it?” Katie asked. “Tomorrow we’ll go shopping and get you some new clothes to keep in your room here, lots of shoes to show off your new pedicure, and some proper makeup and hair care for the modern witch. It’s all here, girlfriend.”

“I wish Ginny were here to share it with,” said Hermione. “She’s always been my best friend, I miss her.”

“Maybe something can be arranged for Ginny to come here with you on a weekend,” said Katie. “For that matter we might possibly could get you and Ron here. I bet you’d lose your cherry that weekend. I once got Hooch to let me bring Oliver Wood here for an evening, just the two of us. I told him I’d won a contest or something. He wasn’t as good in bed as I had thought he would be, but it was an enjoyable evening all around. But this weekend here is just for us girls in the Inquisition. Enjoy it for what it is.”