Hermione and the Fairy · Part 4

Hermione and the Fairy · Part 4 (4/4)
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ag in her mouth. The fact that she had to watch in silence made the experience even more frightening.

Up, up, up the chain climbed. It tickled awfully, especially as it crossed her inner thigh near her crotch. When the chain went around her lower buttock to climb onto her hip, Hermione acted. She used her fused hands to pin the chain to her body, stopping its upward advance.

The chain immediately reacted like a trapped animal, it thrashed and the hoop on the leading end opened up like a mouth and snapped at Hermione's encased hands.

Hermione was startled by the ferocity of the chain's reaction and flinched her arms away. The chain immediately scrambled out of range of her waving, trapped arms and stayed on her stomach as it climbed ever higher. Hermione bucked her body (as much as she could without losing her balance) but the chain seemed to have a magical ability to hold on. Soon it had reached her left breast and coiled around it. The hoop at the front rose up like a snake about to strike and opened.

Hermione, now realizing what was going to happen, looked crazily at Maeth and then the snake.

The chain paused for an agonizing second and, with a rattle of its bell, it struck down on Hermione's very erect left nipple! Hermione couldn't help but scream just a little bit. But, surprisingly, the hoop just pinched her nipple and did not hold on. In fact, it retreated back to a striking pose and waited for some moments.

Hermione, her mouth now completely packed with the gag, felt her nipple tingle slightly. If anything, it seemed to become even more erect and yet, it was also feeling a bit numb. After an initial pause, Hermione renewed her twisting to try to dislodge the chain, with absolutely no success. The chain, completely unperturbed by Hermione's actions, rose up even higher into a strike pose again and, with another bell ring, struck home and hard at her nipple.

Hermione froze and held her breath. She could only stare in horror as the hoop bit down on her nipple and completely pierced it. It stung, but not nearly as much as she would have expected. There was no blood, either. That initial strike must have done something to help with the piercing.

After the horror of what had just happened wore off, Hermione looked up at Maeth with hate in her eyes.

Maeth didn't even notice. "Oh goddess, that looks so good. Your breasts were made for rings," she said, hovering in close. "And you are so turned on right now I can barely see straight."

Of course, the chain hadn't stopped. Now with one end firmly attached to Hermione, there was no chance of shaking it off. Using its grip on Hermione's nipple, it reared up again and struck at her right nipple, again with just a pinch at first.

Hermione was staggered. She was going to have both nipples pierced and there was nothing she could do about it. At the same time, Maeth was right, the predicament, the danger, the everything had turned her on to no end. She could feel her juices running down her inner thigh.

Her right nipple, now numb and at strict attention, waited as the chain got into striking pose once again. Maeth hovered in close in rapt attention.

"Here it comes," she quietly said, "Wait for it…"

Hermione had stopped struggling and held still. The entire room was quiet for a delicious moment.

Just as the chain struck, Maeth yelled, "Yes!"

Hermione's orgasm was monstrous. Her back arched, her whole body vibrated as she watched and felt the ring clamp down on her flesh. Her eyes rolled up and her knees buckled as she collapsed to the floor. Luckily, Maeth's telekinesis was able to make the fall a gentle one. Hermione crumpled laying on her arms with her legs spread, her hips thrusting, her pussy orgasmically, rhythmically contracting. The feeling was indescribable and consciousness simply slipped away.

When Hermione woke, Maeth had already removed her ankle shackles. The ball filling her mouth had shrunk, but it was definitely still there. Her arms were still tightly bound with the armbinder and, worst of all, her nipples were very much pierced with a chain connecting them with a bell that rang lightly with her breathing.

Hermione pulled her legs in close and rolled into a little ball. She'd hoped that it had been just a vivid dream, but that was definitely not the case. She tried not to look at her nipples but that proved impossible. They throbbed, in a not altogether unpleasant way. The numbness was wearing off but the pain that she expected never materialized.

"Now let's see about your arms," Maeth said as she flew around behind Hermione.

Just as Maeth spoke a loud WHOOSHing noise came from the front room. Maeth froze and looked at Hermione.

That's odd, Hermione thought, That sounded like an apparition. But with all the store's protection spells, that shouldn't be possible.

Maeth looked concerned and, after a slight pause, zipped out of sight.

Dammit, Maeth! Hermione thought. She couldn't believe it; the stupid fairy was going to leave her like this?

Hermione looked up and saw that the door to the secret room was wide open. If someone had managed to teleport into the shop she couldn't just stay curled up in a fetal position on the floor. Especially with Maeth nowhere to be seen.

Awkwardly she managed to get up on her knees and then, with even more difficulty, standing. Hermione was not used to moving while so stringently bound.

She looked at the door and hesitated. She saw her reflection in a nearby mirror and was uncertain what exactly it was she could do. With her hands and arms trapped in the armbinder she looked as if she didn't have any arms at all. The binder caused her to stand with her shoulders pulled back and her chest pushed forward. This position emphasized her nudity and made it look like she was showing off her new piercings. The chain between the nipple rings was only slightly longer than the distance between her two nipples. It hung down with a slight arc and, at the center of the arc, a pretty golden bell swayed and softly chimed with her breathing. Her mouth was filled with a large red ball that, thankfully, had shrunk down to its original size. And her face was framed and wrapped with many straps ensuring that the ball would not be coming out on its own.

Just looking at herself she could feel the arousal building in her midsection. Why am I so turned on by this bondage? Hermione thought.

The answer to that question would have to wait as Hermione heard another slight noise from the main room of the shop.

She looked longingly at her wand sitting right in front of her on her pile of clothes. She turned and maneuvered her arms as if to grab the wand but was completely stymied. With her hands and fingers at the bottom of the stiff leather of the armbinder, she could only nudge the wand. There wouldn’t be any picking up of anything while she had this contraption on.

She took a careful step towards the door. The bell between her breasts rang slightly; she would have to be careful…

She thought of trying to hide, but her pesky curiosity got the better of her and she carefully padded to the secret door. Crouching low, she peered into the main room.

A woman in a black catsuit was brushing herself off after some sort of magical transportation. It was the same woman from earlier today! The woman who wanted the thing from the display case!

Hermione slowly retreated back into the secret room but, as she did, the side of her breast rubbed against the frame of the door and caused her newly acquired bell to jingle loudly.

Please don't have heard that. Please! Hermione thought, freezing in place.

Agonizing moments passed during which Hermione couldn’t hear anything. When she finally felt it was safe to risk a peek again she turned and found herself inches away from the catsuited woman. She stood with her hands on her hips, glaring down at the crouching, and quite helpless, girl.

"Well, well. What have we here?" the woman asked.

Hermione awkwardly took a step back. She realized that if she could close the secret door the woman might not be able to open it. (She also realized that she should have thought of that earlier!) "Goodness, you've gotten yourself into a bit of a pickle, haven't you? And where do you think you're going?" she said as she casually reached down and used one finger to hook Hermione’s nipple chain.

Hermione scrambled to stand as the woman slowly but firmly pulled up on the chain and stretched her nipples.

“Come with me and let’s have a look at you,” the woman instructed and led Hermione out into the main room of the shop. She scanned the room, looking for something, before dragging Hermione over to the end of an aisle. For Hermione’s part, there was absolutely nothing she could do to resist and obediently trotted behind the woman, staying on her toes to minimize the pull of the chain.

“This will do,” the woman said, stopping by the aisle. She reached up and grabbed the paw of a toy monkey that was hanging as part of a chain of monkeys attached to the ceiling. Think of the Barrel of Monkeys toy, but with large, quasi-realistic, toy monkeys. In fact, as she pulled on the paw, the monkeys in the chain came to life! They hooted and howled and wiggled up and down, but they didn’t let go from the chain they were forming.

She pulled the paw down and lifted up on the chain between Hermione's nipples, Hermione's eyes went wide and she quickly stood on her tip-toes to relieve the tension on her breasts. The woman wrapped the hand of the monkey around the chain – that's what this toy did, the monkey was holding on to the hand of the monkey above it – and now, with it's free hand it was holding on to Hermione!

"There," said the woman, "that will hold you while I look around. You obviously didn’t do this to yourself."

Hermione was panicked; even standing on her tip-toes there was still considerable tension on her nipples. They were being pulled up and together by the chain connecting them. She couldn't move for fear of losing her balance and dropping to the flats of her feet.

Hermione looked wildly at the woman as she smiled slightly and, completely aware of the situation that she just put Hermione in, turned and walked away. She drew her wand and started searching the store to see if anyone else was here.

Hermione was very worried. Already her feet and calves were getting tired. She didn't dare move her arms, not that it would have helped one iota. Could these two days get any worse? And where was Maeth?

She risked trying to pull the chain free. Holding her breath (and her tongue) she shifted from side to side, trying to sneak the chain out of the monkey's hand. Initially nothing happened, but when Hermione pulled a little harder, desperately ignoring the pain, the monkey became agitated and howled and wiggled up and down. Hermione nearly screamed in pain as the monkey threw its fit but managed to stay quiet. She looked down at her poor nipples, certain that they were going to be ripped right off.

Luckily, the monkey quieted down quickly and Hermione went back to standing completely still as tall as she could manage. A small tear rolled down her cheek.

As Hermione recovered she noticed that the train engine that she'd sold the woman was lying in the middle of the room in front of the main counter.

That's odd, Hermione thought, why would she bring that train back with her? Then it hit her: she must have made a portkey out of that train!

Portkeys were very powerful teleportation devices that could be used to circumvent many protection spells. That's why creating a portkey was difficult, dangerous, and very illegal. It was known that using an item that had been at the destination a long time made the process of creating a portkey much easier. A portkey was often a two way teleporter. The protection spells that made a place difficult to get into often made it difficult to get out of. The portkey was probably her means of leaving, too. Hermione pondered the implications of this; there certainly wasn't much else she could do!

Moments later the woman returned from her search. "Did you know that there's a room back there with all sorts of sex things?" the woman asked. "Oh wait, I'm guessing you probably did," she said with a wry grin.

"The person who tied you up must be long gone, there's no one in this place but us," she explained. "Unless you did this to yourself, but that would be some crazy magic."

The woman in the catsuit paused, examining Hermione.

"I must say, you look absolutely amazing. So helpless. So delicious. Your choker is particularly beautiful. I know it's not what I came for… But I simply must have it."

Hermione held her breath and slightly angled her chin as the woman reached up and unhooked the choker.

"It's so pretty and it goes with my outfit!" she said, examining the choker.

The woman walked over to a display case that had a mirror in the back and put the choker around her neck and closed the clasp. The silver filigree once again briefly glowed and the woman turned her head to see what it looked like. Hermione, for her part, finally exhaled. She couldn't believe her luck! Sure, she was thoroughly tied up and hooked by her nipples to an easily-agitated monkey, but at least she wasn't bonded with that crazy fairy any more! Maeth was someone else's problem. In fact, a small idea began forming in Hermione's mind.

As if on cue, the fairy buzzed into the room from someplace behind Hermione. She flew up to the newly-collared woman and said, "Hello! My name is Maeth and I am at your service."

The woman, surprised, immediately raised her wand and said, "Why, hello! Aren't you cute? Where did you come from?"

"You are so gorgeous," Maeth said, ignoring the question, "I just love your outfit! But you haven't had sex for ever so long! Just because you're getting a bit older doesn't mean you can neglect that part of your life."

"I say!" the woman protested, "Now hold on…"

"I have just the thing for you," Maeth interrupted, "I'll be right back!"

With that the fairy flitted out of sight. Hermione grinned around her gag.

"What was that all about?" the woman asked Hermione, putting her wand away.

Hermione managed a little shrug, it was pretty much the only thing she could do given the circumstances.

"Hmmpfh!" the woman sorted, "Whatever. I've got to get back to why I really came here."

She turned towards the display case but before she could take two steps, Maeth appeared again, carrying some mass of metal.

"Look what I got you," Maeth said, "Catch!"

Maeth launched the metal object directly at the woman. She instinctively tried to catch the thing and when she did, it came to life! Ratcheting and clicking, two handcuffs appeared and snapped shut around her wrists. She immediately tried to drop the device, but it was far too late. Chains emerged from the cuffs and wrapped around her waist, pulling her cuffed wrists tight against her stomach.

"This is a self-bondage toy of exceeding cleverness," Maeth explained as the device continued to work.

More cuffs had appeared and locked around the woman's arms above the elbows. Chains joined these cuffs behind her back and pulled tight.

"GAHHH!" the woman screamed, "Get this off me!"

She tried to get her wand, but it was in a holster hanging from a belt around her hips and was out of reach of her pinned hands.

Hermione, expecting something like this, barely watched these events. If she was going to have any chance of escape, she had to act fast.

When she was just a second year with Ron and Harry they had learned a small little itching spell from one of the upper-classmen. It required just a small twirl of the wand and it caused an itch or tickle on some unsuspecting victim. They had thought it was marvelous fun and a great trick to play on each other, especially during boring classes.

Pulling away from the monkey was obviously not going to work, but if she could get the monkey to scratch an itch, it might just let go of the chain. One problem was that the monkey was not a real monkey; it was just a magicked toy. The other problem was that she didn't have her wand. And, oh yeah, she was bound and gagged. Still, she had to give it a try; this could be her only chance.

The fairy had alighted on the thief's shoulder and was having a wonderful time watching the woman become more and more helpless. The device had created a metal collar that had just wrapped around the woman's neck. The woman was straining and pulling against the metal, but it was obvious there was no escape.

Hermione calmed herself, much like last night, and thought back to the classroom and casting that spell. As kids, they'd gotten so good at it they barely needed their wands. She brought the motion of the wand twirl to the center of her mind, looked at the tummy of the monkey and cast the spell.

The monkey jerked and grunted and then dropped the chain, reached up, and gave its stomach a good scratching. She was free! It felt so good to get off her toes.

The device had now cuffed the woman's ankles and she was staggering around the room, trying to prevent the chains that were desperately trying to connect the two cuffs from meeting.

Hermione had to time it just right. The woman hopped past her and towards the counter. Hermione positioned herself behind the woman and, as she got close to the toy train on the floor, used her shoulder to give the woman a good shove! Off balance, the helpless woman stumbled and stepped directly onto the train. There was a familiar warping of space and with a WHOOSH, the woman and the fairy – still sitting on her shoulder – were gone!

Hermione could have sworn that right before the woman disappeared Maeth had turned towards Hermione and blown her a kiss.

Hermione kicked the air in victory! It couldn’t have worked out better. Both the strange woman and Maeth were gone to who-knows-where. She had won!

Hermione's elation at vanquishing her foes was short-lived. She was still stringently bound and her throbbing nipples were a constant reminder of what she'd just been through. She knew that while she was able to cast the simplest of spells, without either her wand or her voice she'd never be able to cast a spell powerful enough to get her out of her bindings.

She was also extremely tired. As the adrenaline retreated, she could feel the exhaustion engulf her. The events of the last two days had been draining. There was a couch in the back part of the store, she collapsed on it and found a tolerably comfortable position. Even with the gag and the armbinder she fell asleep almost instantly.

"Hermione? Hermione?"

Hermione shifted slightly, she was having the oddest of dreams.

"What happened? Are you OK?" A familiar voice asked. A gentle hand caressed her shoulder.

"I'm going to take off your gag, yes?"

With that Hermione snapped wide awake. Someone was using a vibrator on her pussy! She stiffened and yelped in surprise.

"Shhh… You don't want to be making any sounds with this gag," George explained as he started working on the straps, "How in the world did you get into this mess?"

Hermione relaxed slightly. She was still bound and on the couch but everything had changed: George was here. The relief washed over her.

She lay quietly (in a large puddle of her own drool, she noticed) as the straps were undone. The ball came out with some difficulty, her jaw was horribly stiff.

"Aannk ooo," she croaked and worked her jaw back and forth.

"I'll get you a glass of water just as soon as I get you out of the armbinder," George said. He started to work on the straps and laces.

"And a blanket, if you have one," Hermione meekly asked. She was becoming quite aware of her nudity.

"Hmmmm…" George said, glancing at Hermione's naked body, "I probably have something."

The armbinder was finally drawn off her arms and she sat up. Hermione tried to cover her breasts but her arms just flopped uselessly at her side.

"It's going to take a while for the feeling to come back," George explained, "Have you been wearing this thing all night?"

"Yehhhh… I have," Hermione said, catching herself just in time.

"I'll get that water," George said walking towards the back.

"Instead of a blanket," Hermione called after him, "my clothes and my wand are on a table in the secret room."

"Right, be right back."

Hermione rolled her shoulders. Pins and needles ran up and down her arms but she was able to move them a bit. All the while the bell on the chain lightly tinkled.

That's gotta go, Hermione thought.

After a while she examined the piercings, they were solid hoops. There didn't seem to be any way to remove them short of cutting them off.

She had always had sensitive nipples but now they were out of control. Just touching the rings made her nipples stand at attention and tingles of pleasure ran through her breasts.

George cleared his throat and said, "Sorry for the delay, I got you some water but I don't think I've found your clothes."

"What?" Hermione exclaimed.

"I did find your wand on top of a pile of clothes and a note," George continued, "It says, 'Dear Hermione. I've disposed of your old, boring clothes. These are much more suited to the new you. Love, Maeth'"

George handed Hermione a bundle of clothes. It consisted of the blue latex dress she noticed when she first found the secret room, a pair of blue stiletto shoes and some sheer nylons with, of course, a seam running up the back.

"Oh bloody hell," Hermione complained, "I can't wear this. I'll just apparate home. I've never apparated nude before, there's a first time for everything, I guess."

"Well, not that I want to prevent new experiences, but you can't apparate from the store. Wards, you know. You'd have to step outside and there are definitely people out there," George explained.

"Oh for… Whatever! I can dress like a slut for the ten minutes it'll take to get home. I don't suppose you have something less revealing in that back room of yours?"

"That's about the best there is," he said with a shrug.

"Fine. This will do. Before I get dressed, do you have some wire cutters or magic that will get these off?" Hermione said, looking down at her nipple rings. The bell had been providing a constant musical accompaniment to their conversation.

"About that," George said, staring at Hermione's perfect breasts, "did those come out of an ornate box? Did they… slither?"

"They did, is that a problem?"

"Well, yes. A bit."

Hermione tensed and her eyelids fluttered.

"First thing,” she said, “you have GOT to stop saying the words Y. E. S. and N. O. Ok? I'll explain later."

"Ummm… OK," George said, puzzled, "I can't wait to hear about your last couple of days. Anyway, I don't know (Hermione flinched and glared at George) how to take those rings off. You can't cut them and they are immune to magic, they are very rare and weren't for sale… or use!"

"Bloody, bloody hell," Hermione fumed, idly playing with one of the rings – just touching them made her so horny!

"Fine!" she exclaimed after a pause and started putting on the clothes.

George watched while Hermione dressed and explained everything that happened. Concealing his boner was a bit of a trick, but he managed.

"…and the next thing I knew you were waking me up," Hermione finished.

She looked stunning; the dress was very tight and accentuated everything just perfectly. Her nipple rings and the chain were plainly evident though the thin fabric.

"Do you have a jacket I can use?" Hermione asked, looking down at her breasts.

George sat there with his jaw hanging open. Hermione's story was unbelievable! She looked incredible!

"Of…of course," he stammered, "but the only clothes I have are in the secret room."

Hermione followed George back to the room and chose a rather simple leather jacket. It had straps and buckles on it, but all the jackets had straps and buckles.

Hermione drew the jacket close as George talked about possible ways to remove her rings. It didn’t sound like it was going to be easy. It didn't matter, the last two days had changed Hermione. She never gave sex that much thought, now she was perpetually horny. During the conversation with George she said "Yes" a couple of times on purpose (and even "No" once) just for fun. It had taken some effort to ignore George's obvious erection and not simply jump his bones.

As she left the shop and walked into the morning, she knew she'd figure out how to remove the rings, but it didn't have to be today.

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