Hermione and the Fairy · Part 2

Hermione and the Fairy · Part 2 (2/4)
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of shrieking and laughing she was breathing in deep, long breaths. Rather than frantically trying to dodge the feathers she was arching her back, almost reaching forward with her chest to enhance the sensations.

“Tut, tut! Not so fast!” Maeth scolded and plucked the two feathers away from Hermione’s body, prompting a whine of disappointment from Hermione.

“Don’t worry,” she explained, “I found something even better. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

Hermione could only look askance at Maeth as she darted off firmly grasping two wriggling feathers that seemed desperate to get back to attending to Hermione.

Left alone once again, Hermione weekly struggled against her bonds. She was confused – she had gotten highly turned on by the feathers, what was wrong with her? She should be furious or scared or both and yet… the feeling of helplessness and loss of control combined with these sensations… Well, this was unexpected.

"See, I told you I found something even better," Maeth said, interrupting the relative quiet. She flitted over to Hermione and sat on her shoulder. Hermione immediately tried to buck her off when she was distracted by two objects floating towards her. They looked like… plants? In pots?

"Whoever stocked this room sure did a good job," Maeth admired. "These are extremely rare. Why, I bet your herbology classes didn't even mention these."

As the plants approached Hermione could see that they were relatively small plants that had a passing resemblance to Venus Flytraps. But, unlike that plant, these had mouths that were strikingly human in shape. In fact, each of the multiple flowers looked very much like a pair of red-painted lips.

Hermione pulled back as far as she could as Maeth floated one of the plants closer to her chest. But there were limits to her movement and she could do nothing to prevent the pot from stopping between her two breasts.

At first nothing happened, but then the flowers started to move. Reacting to the proximity of her chest, they swiveled and stretched out and gently started planting kisses on Hermione’s breasts and nipples. Hermione gasped as the first, soft but slightly electric kisses rained down.

“These are Madagascan Kissing Plants,” Maeth explained, “They are very rare and quite illegal. These are beautiful specimens, you should feel lucky!”

Hermione barely heard the words and certainly didn’t have the concentration to contemplate her “luck” at the moment. The plant’s efforts had increased with Hermione’s arousal. Her stiff nipples were being sucked and teased while her breasts were being licked, kissed and nibbled. All thoughts of escape had faded and Hermione was lost in a haze of sexual arousal.

This was not lost on either Maeth or the plants. Maeth reclined against Hermione’s neck, bathing in the sexual energy that Hermione was radiating. She had been in that box for a very long time and was very hungry. This was exactly what she needed.

The plants seemed to be reacting to Hermione as well. Their kissing and sucking continued unabated but they were also sending out tendrils that had started wrapping around the base of each breast. Hermione didn't mind, the slight constriction only intensified the sensations, but Maeth noticed and quietly said, "It looks like it's time for the next phase."

She stared telekinetically pulling the plant away from Hermione's chest while simultaneously bringing the second plant in. The second plant was targeted to a region lower on Hermione’s body! Maeth couldn't help but smile, the top plant was quite reluctant to go, it was stretching and using its vines to hold on as much as possible. Luckily Maeth hadn't waited too long and the grasping vines hadn't gotten too well established. Hermione wasn't helping at all, she was stretching her chest so as not to lose contact with the plant and also, to some extent, because her breasts were being tugged on by the vines. At the same time the lower plant seemed quite aware of what was going on up top and was lunging forward, literally licking its lips in anticipation.

When the second plant came in contact with Hermione's pussy it immediately threw her over the edge. Hermione's body convulsed against the table and her bonds. The orgasm that consumed her was beyond anything that she'd ever experience, certainly well beyond anything that Ron's clumsy ministrations could bring about. But it was beyond just the sensations the plant was imparting, the bondage seemed to amplify the experience. The loss of control, the loss of responsibility for her partner's pleasure, the element of danger, all these contributed to a spectacular experience… that wasn't stopping.

Indeed, the plant knew exactly what to do and was expertly and enthusiastically licking her labia, nibbling and lapping her vagina and sucking her clit. The orgasm continued well past anything she'd had before. Maeth, sitting on her shoulder and holding on to her hair, was lost in just as much ecstasy – it had been a very long time since she had such a deliciously satisfying orgasmic meal.

Of course, there's only so much a body can take and Hermione swooned, collapsing as much as her bonds allowed. This brought Maeth into focus and she immediately yanked the kissing plant away from Hermione's groin. Many tendrils had already started wrapping around her hips and legs.

“You can see why these plants are illegal,” Maeth explained as she tugged the vines away, “a victim will accidentally stumble upon one of these plants and get so overwhelmed by the sensual experience they won’t even notice that they are being slowly enveloped in vines and constricted to death. After the best orgasm in their lives, this plant’s victims become its food for a very long time.”

It had been a struggle but the plant eventually let go. Maeth put the plants off to the side and returned to Hermione who was gradually recovering.

"Burp! Excuse me!" Maeth said, daintily covering her mouth."It's been a while since I've been able to feed like that. Thank you!"

Hermione wearily nodded and looked back at her bonds, indicating that she would really like to be released now, thank you very much.

"Yes, yes, of course…" The fairy said. But instead of moving to release Hermione she flitted off again."It's just that I can't just release you; you're far too dangerous of a witch. And while I'm sure you'll come around to seeing that this was all for your benefit, you might be slightly more inclined to revenge right now."

Hermione was craning her neck, trying to see what that damn fairy was up to.

"And anyway, this was just the beginning of our relationship," Maeth continued, "I've got places to go, people to see, you know and I've just the thing to help you through the day."

The fairy appeared from behind the shelves toting a brass and leather contraption.

It's amazing how much she can carry, Hermione thought, That telekinesis really helps! Now, what the hell is that thing?

Maeth approached Hermione’s hips with the object and started untangling it. Still unsure of its exact purpose, it became obvious that Hermione was going to be wearing it and she definitely did not want any of that.

“Nnnnnn uhhhh! Nnnnnn uhhh!” she mumbled and shook her head furiously. She desperately shifted her hips from side to side in an effort to avoid the … was that a chastity belt? This realization only served to treble the exclamations and struggling.

“Now, hush,” Maeth chided. “We’re bonded together now and that means that I’m responsible for your sexual well-being. I can’t have you going off on any unauthorized expeditions, now can I?”

Maeth seemed unconcerned about Hermione’s struggles as she brought the belt in so that it was touching Hermione’s tummy. Then she whispered “Attchio” to the belt and let go. Hermione screamed as the belt quickly and efficiently wrapped itself around her waist and brought up its cover from the small of her back, through her legs, and up to the belt. There was a pause and then the entire affair contracted so that every part of it became absolutely snug. Finally, under Hermione’s navel, an elaborate locking mechanism clicked and whirred and, with a definitive “snap”, sealed and locked the belt.

Hermione looked at the belt and then looked up at Maeth with an expression that said, “Really? Really? You had to do this too?”

Maeth ignored this and flew in close to the now very firmly attached chastity belt.

“I think this model has some neat features. Let’s see… ‘Excitanda’.”

The belt made a clicking noise.

“Yes.” Maeth said.

The belt made another clicking noise.

“No.” she responded.

The belt made a clunking noise that sounded like something had been set.

“There!” Maeth said, clapping her hands together. “That should do.”

She flew up to Hermione’s face (who was looking at her incredulously) and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Well, gotta go!" Maeth said.

“Mmmmmmmm!” Hermione screamed, looking at Maeth and then looking back at her manacled wrists.

“Oh, right! I can’t very well leave you like that, can I? Here, you should be able to get free… with a little bit of effort.” With that, Maeth dropped the keys to the manacles on the table that Hermione was chained to, but out of the reach of her grasping fingers.

“MMMpthh!” Hermione screamed, “Ithhh annnnth eeeeach eeemmm!”

“I know, dear. That’s the point. I need a head-start so you won’t go firing your mean little bolts at me again. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

And with that, the fairy did a little pirouette and flitted out the door.

“Aaarrrrgh!” Hermione growled into her gag. This certainly wasn’t what she had planned for this evening… Maybe a light dinner and some reading and some sleep. Instead she’s chained to a table, mostly naked, wearing a magical chastity belt and recovering from one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

That was a pretty amazing orgasm, she thought as she pulled and yanked at the chain attached to her wrist. It wasn’t just the plant, all this… this bondage… it’s definitely pushing a button I didn’t exactly know was there.

Hermione had to admit that that last bit was a bit of a lie. She’d always had a thing for being made helpless. In fact, during one of the secret defense of dark arts sessions in the room of requirements, she’d been put into a full body bind for a half hour. Harry and Ron had taken her shoes off and tickled her feet for a good 10 minutes. After the spell had worn off she immediately excused herself, found a quiet place in the Gryffindor tower and masturbated to an intense climax.

Be that as it may, she had to figure out a way to escape, there was no telling when help might actually come. Well, George would return in two days but that just wouldn't do. The keys to the cuffs were only four inches away from her hands but that might as well be a mile. She tried shifting or lifting the table but with her legs spread and chained to the table legs she didn't have the leverage to move the keys.

Of course, her wand would be long enough to snag the keys but it was lodged in the rafters of the room. Wandless and wordless magic is hard in the best circumstances and these were definitely not that. Still, Hermione was always up for a challenge… She closed her eyes, centered herself, and slowly, carefully visualized the spell "Accio wand". With the words of the spell repeating in her head she opened her eyes and… was horrified to notice that a vine from one of the kissing plants was slowly creeping around the shelf where Maeth had tucked it away.

Hermione could only watch as, before her eyes, the vine slowly grew towards her and sprouted a flower that looked exactly like puckering lips.

She couldn't help but scream into her gag and renew her futile struggles against her bonds. Things had taken a decidedly deadly turn, it was imperative that she get loose quickly.

How could that stupid fairy just leave me like this? she thought, wrenching her wrists against the unyielding manacles.

Ok, Ok, I can do this, she thought. Hermione forced her eyes closed and tried not to think of the slowly advancing vine. Again she brought the spell forward in her mind, repeating and making it take substance. She slowly opened her eyes, trying to focus on her wand. But the vine had gotten significantly closer! The spell evaporated from her mind as she shifted her feet as far away from the vine as she could.

“Mmmaaaafff! Mmmaaafff!” Hermione yelled, trying to get the fairy to come back. The vine kept progressing towards her feet and had grown a couple more flowers that were literally licking their lips in anticipation. Maeth was nowhere to be seen.

Hermione stomped her foot, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes again. It had to work next time because once those flowers touched her, she knew that she’d have no chance of concentration. The words formed in her mind. She kept them there, forcing herself to not look down, and opened her eyes staring straight at the wand.

Accio Wand! was the only thought in her head as she opened the palm of her hand. The wand quivered and then leapt from the rafters and flew straight to her awaiting hand just as the flowers of the plant started nibbling on her toes.

The sensations were too much for Hermione and she spasmed in another orgasm. The flowers sucked and nibbled on her toes, prolonging the experience… and yet she did not drop the wand, clenching it as if her life depended on it.

As the orgasm faded, she could already feel the vines and tendrils wrapping around her right foot. She had to work fast. Hermione quickly maneuvered the wand to snag the keys and, ever so gently, lifted them up and pulled them towards her outstretched fingers. The flowers had never stopped sucking on her toes and were now gently pecking on her ankle. She nearly dropped the keys when the flowers got in sync with her pulse and nearly drove her over the edge again.

Not daring to look at the progress the vines were making, she concentrated on finding the key to the lock that attached her wrists to the chain pulling her back. If she could get that open it would be a lot easier to free her wrists.

Over and over again the flowers continued their assault on her leg. Hermione never knew the back of her calf was an erogenous zone, but, thanks to the flowers, now she did! She found the keyhole with the key and unlocked the lock just as the flowers found the back of her knee. Her eyes rolled back and she nearly collapsed forward as the orgasm rolled over her.

What is happening to me? Hermione thought. She'd never been this sensitive or this horny. The flowers, combined with the restraints and the peril, had become a perfect storm of erotic power. And she could feel the magic of the flowers coursing along the vines. She was dangerously close to succumbing to a near-continuous orgasm which would be the death of her.

Shaking her head clear she turned and worked on the lock that joined her wrists. Her trembling hands did not make it any easier but in moments she was free. The flowers were advancing steadily up her thigh and, to make matters even worse, the second plant had just found her other foot. She could feel the orgasm building and it was going to be a doozy.

Frantically, she stabbed the key into the lock securing her gag. Her whole body tensed as the vines started wrapping around her torso, reaching up to her arms and chest. She screamed into the gag, scrabbling the key against the lock.

Finally, finally she felt it hit home and turned the key. In one motion she yanked the gag out of her mouth and grabbed her wand. Just as the orgasm crashed over her, she yelled, "EXPELLIARMUS!"

Hermione groaned and wondered why she was sleeping on her arm funny. She felt very foggy and, come to think of it, in a very awkward position for sleep altogether.

"The plants!" she exclaimed and wrenched herself awake.

The last orgasm had been more than the young witch could handle, she'd fainted and collapsed backward on top of the table. In a panic she sat up and found that while her ankles were still cuffed to the table legs, the plants were nowhere to be seen. That wasn't quite right, looking closer she saw bits of pulped plant matter here and there around the room.

"Bloody hell, I've heard of 'sex magic' but I never realized what it meant…" she thought out loud. The orgasm had evidently amplified the spell to a considerable degree.

She pulled her blouse back on and got to work releasing her legs (and brushing off bits of plant goo from her body and clothing.)

Once the cuffs on her wrists and ankles were free she concentrated on the chastity belt. As she expected, none of the keys on the keyring that Maeth had left fit the belt. She couldn't help but to try to push or pull it off but it was very strong and tightly secured to her waist.

When Hermione tried to put her fingers underneath the band covering her sex she found that she couldn't even get her hands near the band. She tried to touch it but her hands just kept slipping off in another direction.

"Oh, come on. This is ridiculous. I can't even come close?" she complained.

She tried every maneuver she could think of but it was like her hands were magnets and her crotch was oppositely polarized. She had to admit, it was a very effective chastity belt.

But she was a very powerful witch and she thought that a little magic would take care of this belt in short order. Wand in hand she twirled it just so and pronounced "Expelliarmus!" But at the end of the spell her wand flicked away and the spell sent a nearby, perfectly innocent corset flying across the room.

"Bugger. Must have slipped," Hermione said. Taking a different approach, Hermione pointed the wand at the keyhole of the chastity belt and carefully said "Alohomora". The spell simply splashed off the belt and fizzled away.

"Expelliarmus!" she tried again to no avail. It was becoming apparent that the chastity belt was proof to magic spells and was going to take considerably more effort to get off. Or the key.

The choker seemed just as firmly attached. She was reluctant to try an Expelliarmus spell near her throat and the lock-opening spell had absolutely no effect.

Running her fingers under the choker, Hermione yelled, "Maeth! Get back here! Get these things off me!" Not unexpectedly, there was no response and no sign of the fairy.

Hermione slumped in defeat and pulled up her skirt. She was terribly exhausted and she wasn't going to make any progress on this thing tonight. Resigned to a decidedly different night in bed, she closed the door to the secret room, checked that all the cleaning items had finished and locked up the store. It was certainly novel to be walking around with a metal bikini bottom. She was also grateful that the belt was tight fitting; she didn't think it was too visible under her clothes. The choker was a different look for her but it was pretty enough that people should just take it as a bit of edgy jewelry. Anyway, it was far too late in the evening for anyone to be out and about.

One of the reasons she took this job was that she lived close to the shop. In just a couple of blocks she had reached her apartment and started to retire for the night.

Using the W. C. was a non-event, actually. What could have been a messy affair was handled by magic, of course. She desperately needed a shower if only to get the remaining plant goo off her skin. Showering was certainly odd. She couldn't get close to her groin with her hands or the soap but at least she could let the water pour over her body. Neither the choker nor the belt seemed remotely affected by the water.

Her exhaustion was such that the belt didn't even get in the way of sleeping. Almost from the moment that she hit the sheets she fell into a deep slumber.

Since Hermione needed to open the shop, the alarm went off frightfully early. She groaned and stretched in bed and as she pulled her arms back down she bumped into the metal of the belt.

"Damn. I was hoping it had all been just a dream," she complained.

Hermione spent the rest of the morning getting ready to go to work. She had promised George that she'd look after the shop and she wasn't going to let her "accessories" stop her. Anyway, she figured that she'd be more likely to encounter Maeth at the shop than at home.

The big problem was figuring out what to wear. She could hide the choker with a turtleneck, but it wasn't exactly turtleneck weather. There was always the risk that the choker might show which could be awkward. The chastity belt would require a skirt, most of her pants were a tad too tight and the bumps from the belt would show.

She ended up letting the choker guide her outfit and she wore a white blouse and a black skirt that very much went with the choker. It was a little formal, but that would be OK.

All the while she was getting used to wearing the chastity belt. It was very odd, but she was managing. Not being able to bring her hands near her crotch was very strange. She found that she was getting turned on by the whole experience which led to a certain amount of frustration, not being able to touch herself…

But, she thought, I guess that's the point.

Opening the store went normally with the fairy nowhere to be seen. Hermione was on the constant lookout for Maeth, she'd take any opportunity to get the fairy to remove these items.

There weren't many customers initially, but that was typical. Eventually there were a small number of people wandering around the store. It wouldn't really pick up till around 11 am. Luckily no one seemed interested in how she was dressed. She couldn’t help checking herself in the various mirrors in the store to make sure that the belt wasn't showing through.

A woman with a child in tow approached the counter and asked, "Do you have any Filboot's Flying Foozles? Timmy here is just mad for them."

"Yes eessssssssssssss…" Hermione hissed. The moment she said a word, the belt between her legs started vibrating and massaging her pussy! Her eyes went wide and she bent forward gripping the edge of the counter tightly with both hands.

The woman and Timmy looked at Hermione with concern. "Are you alright? You seem a little flushed…" the woman said.

It was all Hermione could do not to jam her hands in her crotch. "I'mmmm… finnnee," she managed to say through clenched teeth. After about 30 seconds the vibrations started to fade and she was able to regain some composure.

"The… the foozles are on that shelf, second from the bottom," Hermione instructed, pointing a shaking finger at a shelf.

What the hell was that? Hermione thought. Actually, she knew exactly what it was; the chastity belt had gone all crazy on her. It was an intense vibrator! She desperately wanted to touch herself after that experience but being in the middle of a store and knowing that the chastity belt wouldn't let her get near her sex meant that there would be no self-touching in the near future. She wondered if it was going to happen again.

Being early still, there weren't that many people in the shop, which was lucky as Hermione was a bit on edge, wondering when the belt would strike.

A young girl approached Hermione and asked, "Do you have any Tutu Tilly Magic Ballerina Shoes?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, No…oowwww… uh," Hermione managed to stammer out. The belt had started up again, but this time instead of a pleasurable vibration, it was pinching and snapping at her pussy! She couldn't help but bring her hands down to her crotch, but, of course, they were repelled and she ended up slapping the outside of her thighs. She scrunched her eyes shut and tried to ride out the belt's awful torture.

"Are you OK?" the girl asked, obviously a bit confused.

"We ran out of those… unnh… shoes a couple of … days ago," Hermione said through clenched teeth.

The girl thanked her and turned away, looking at Hermione with a puzzled expression. The girl's mother was nearby and asked her, "Are you ready to go, we have to meet your Dad for lunch."

"Yes, they don't have any of the shoes."

The pinching had just started to fade away when the girl said "Yes". At that moment the belt started up again but this time vibrating and massaging!

Hermione gasped and slumped forward against the counter, she was beginning to see a pattern here. Quietly she said, "No." and was rewarded with the pinching, tweaking torture. She hissed through her teeth as the ordeal continued.

How the bloody hell am I going to make it through the day? she thought, and where the hell is that damn fairy?

It turns out that if you are minding a very popular store a lot of people are going to say either "Yes" or "No" within earshot during the day. Hermione soon discovered that it didn't matter who said either word, as long as she could hear it, the belt would start up.

She was constantly (but discreetly) pushing on the top part of the belt, trying to move it away from her sex, to absolutely no avail.

Hermione and the Fairy · Part 2 (2/4)
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