“You ruined my taste test you know,” Hermione sternly admonished the younger girl. “I had to clean myself up because of it.”

Luna looked up, still glowing from the aftermath of her orgasm, but with a hint of remorse for inconveniencing the girl who had made all of this possible for her. “I'm sorry,” Luna admitted.

“Since you ruined it, how do you plan on fixing it?” Hermione asked playfully.

“You could start the main course early,” Luna offered, squirming in a manner she hoped was enticingly, in her bonds as she imagined being spitted.

“Or,” Luna cocked her head to the side, thinking. She really was sorry, and even if Hermione was playing, that was no reason not to take her seriously. Besides, as eager as she was to be roasted, she'd certainly be spitted before the day was out, she could afford to delay that a little if it would make her demise more memorable for Hermione. “If you really want to taste me before I'm ready, you could eat my button,” Luna offered, moving her hips so that it was clear just what button she meant. “Or try one of my nipples!” Luna added, perkily.

Hermione blinked, she had sort of expected the offer to start spit-roasting Luna 'early' (as if they were on some sort of schedule), her blonde friend was nothing if not eager to be cooked; but Luna's other offer, to try her raw, to actually eat part of her before she was cooked, surprised Hermione. It wasn't just that she hadn't expected it (though she hadn't) It was also that the offer was actually tempting her.

Hermione had bought Luna to snuff without ever thinking of tasting her, and now she was tempted by the opportunity to do the opposite, eat her without snuffing her (although with the hex in place the latter was somewhat inevitable). Still, what was the harm? With Madame Pomfrey around, she wouldn't even have to worry about the chance of Luna's uncooked girlmeat disagreeing with her, Hermione thought to herself.

“Alright, I'll accept your offer,” Hermione declared, her mind turning to which of the proffered morsels she should liberate from her friend's squirming body. Obviously Luna's clit was tempting, but as fun as it would be to punish Luna for her transgression like that, it also seemed a little mean to deprive the girl of such a sensitive bundle of nerve endings while she cooked her, especially since enjoying being cooked was the reason Luna volunteered to be sold in the first place.

That left one of Luna's tempting, perky nipples. The idea appealed to Hermione. She could have one now, to find out what Luna would taste like before she was cooked, and the other one later to see how she changed. Her mind decided, Hermione bent down sucking the tip of Luna's perky young breast into her mouth. Her tongue traced around the blonde's nipple, the bumpy edges, the perky tip, teasing panting moans of anticipation from Luna's throat in the process.

Then, suddenly and without any warning, Hermione bit down.

“Yaaaagh!” Luna cried out, the pain overwhelming her as Hermione worried her nipple, pulling her head too and fro in an attempt to tear it off her. It lasted only seconds, but it felt like minutes to Luna, her every supercharged nerve screaming at her in response until Hermione finally liberated her treat.

Hermione stared, chewing on her prize as a single solitary drop of blood dripped from the wound she'd just made; the hex minimizing the damage done to the blonde. Luna tasted delicious. Savory, like pork, or like a barely cooked steak, but with an undertone to her that almost reminded Hermione of a piece of elk she'd once eaten. As tears of pain dripped from the blonde's eyes, Hermione decided. She was definitely eating more of this girl, not just because it would please Luna, but because she wanted to.

Luna was out of it. That much was obvious. Her eyes were vacant and filled with tears, but... she was smiling. Hermione wasn't sure what to make of it, but Luna wasn't anywhere near as fun to play with when she was unresponsive, so Hermione decided to get ready for the next step, spitting her.

With wave after wave of her wand, Hermione created a device, a contraption designed specifically for spitting her friend. There was a pedal, set into the stone floor of the kitchen that when pressed, would push up the spit that Hermione took from the cooking tools that the elves had set out earlier. The spit, Hermione slid into a hole she transfigured in the floor, after enchanting it to avoid any of Luna's vitals organs as it went through her, of course. With one final wave of her wand, Hermione moved the spit through the ground, until it was directly below Luna's adorably dripping cunt, connecting the metal pole to the rest of her device in the process.

Standing back, Hermione admired her work. The spit gleamed the tip barely poking out from the floor beneath her, friend? Victim? Hermione wasn't sure. Lunch, maybe. It seemed fitting since Luna seemed so determined to become it. The rest of the device was hidden, all save for the pedal, pointed at Luna and placed almost exactly a meter in front of her, near enough that with a small step, Hermione could reach out and touch the beautiful piece of meat she'd bought.

A minute later Luna's head was still lolling as she struggled to process the enhanced sensations coursing up and down her nerves. Hermione swallowed her well chewed morsel of Luna meat. She'd waited long enough. Eagerly, Hermione stepped on the pedal.

The spit slid upwards between the blonde's legs locking in place with a click, just like Hermione had planned. Another deep pump of the pedal and the spit reached Luna's knees. She was still insensate. Hermione wanted Luna to experience what she was about to do to her, but with the taste of her friend's meat lingering on her tongue, spitting her was just too tempting. Hermione stepped on the pedal once more.

This time, when the spit rose the tip reached Luna's upper thigh. The click as the spit locked into place seemed to rouse Luna from her insensate stupor.

"Huh?" The blonde asked, blinking as she returned to reality.

"You're awake again?" Hermione asked, a bit annoyed at Luna's extended recovery period. "Good. I wouldn't want you to miss this."

Luna blinked, slowly coming back to reality, or at least her version of it. Something was different, but she couldn't quite figure out...

"You may want to look down," Hermione drawled with a smirk, full of pride in her work.

Luna's eyes widened as she followed Hermione's advice.

"Oh! You started without me?" Luna sounded disappointed as she stared at the long metal body of the spit.

"Not quite yet," Hermione admitted. "We were just getting to the fun parts."

"Well, I guess that's okay," Luna admitted, still staring at the shining metal pole that would be the last thing to penetrated her well played with pussy. It was about as thick around as a hot dog, maybe 8 centimeters wide at the shaft. Luna had taken bigger in practice, but certainly nothing longer, or more final. She found her heart racing in anticipation.

"Spread your legs," Hermione ordered. "I don't want to miss."

Luna, excitement building inside her like a train gathering speed, quickly complied.

Hermione took a moment to admire the tableau in front of her. Luna stood, her arms tied to the poles, outstretched upward and to the sides. The blonde's feet were spread as far apart as the girl could manage while bound, causing her to sag in her bonds, and her adorable little pussy to spread slightly just above the silvery spit threatening it. Her breasts, once unblemished, were now mismatched, with one of the mounds bearing a ragged hole where it Hermione had torn away one of her deliciously perky nipples with her teeth. Taken all together, the blonde was a perfect portrait of submission. Hermione smiled. She was going to enjoy ending her.

With a solid pump, Hermione sent the spit shooting upwards into her friend's bared sex.

Luna's entire body spasmed as she felt the cool metal shaft touch her already overstimulated inner lips, forcing them apart as easily as a hot knife parting butter. The slender tip of the spit that Luna knew would be her final lover stopped, suddenly, just inside her slit. Luna trembled under Hermione's watchful eye. Though Luna had sometimes practiced with thicker fruit, something about the cold unyielding steel of the spit felt different, better, more exciting... No, Luna realized, it felt dangerous.

Hermione couldn't help but admire the way the spit disappeared into her friend's body. It spread her open, her cute inner lips effortlessly hugging the shaft. Even the way Luna was smiling, grinning perkily as she shivered from the thrill of first contact had an innocent aspect to it. A dark part of Hermione, a spiteful part she always kept on a tight leash reared up within her, urging her to shatter that happiness, to break the blonde in front of her into the mewling gasping piece of meat that they both knew she really was. And for once, Hermione gave in.

With a deft flick of her wand, Hermione engorged the spit, stretching it out from a bearable girth of 8 centimeters to an agonizing 25.

Luna's reaction to the change was immediate; a pained, panting moan as the immovable spit that once fit comfortably within her suddenly stretched and pushed at her inner walls like an inflating steel balloon. Her eyes bulged, her hips bucked, but there was not much Luna could do. Her arms were tied above her head, trapping her in place and the spit had risen high enough that even standing on the tips of her toes, Luna wouldn't have been able to dislodge it. Not that she wanted to of course, despite the newfound girth of the instrument, she still wanted to be spitted.

Hermione enjoyed the show. The sight of Luna bucking and twisting in front of her as she tried to get accustomed to the spit was incredible! But, it wasn't quite enough. With malicious relish, Hermione's foot pumped down on the pedal once more.

Luna gasped as the spit shot through her, the steel stretching her cunt like nothing she'd ever tried before. It felt like she was being ripped apart, and for a second Luna worried that Hermione would ruin the tastiest part of her lunch. But the thought was almost immediately lost behind the sensation of her pussy screaming at her as it struggled to adjust to the thick steel pole now lodged inside it. The spit had filled her quickly, it couldn't have taken more than a second to plunge upwards to where it now rested, the sharp point lodged exactly inside the ring of Luna's cervix, but to Luna's heightened nerves it felt like a small eternity. She groaned, pitifully, her legs now bowlegged from the strain, a gap now formed between her inner and outer labia now that her legs were stretched so far apart by the shock.

Luna was on the tips of her toes, the vast majority of her weight now resting directly on her tender cervix, and beneath that, the spit. Timidly, Luna pulled in a leg, moaning slightly as the pressure inside her shifted in response to her body's movement. It hurt, But Luna had to do it. She couldn't reach down and touch the spit with her arms, so she had to to use her legs. Nervously, Luna bent her knee and touched her foot to the pole.

It felt cool, cooler than she expected from feeling the part of it already inside her. Luna shivered in delight as she realized that soon, the part of the spit she was touching would be inside her too.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hermione asked, curiously, but with a slightly vicious undertone that reminded Luna of the girls that bullied her so often. Harry's friend really was the best choice for this, Luna thought to herself.

“I feel like a bug about to be pinned in a drawer,” Luna admitted happily. “It's nice. Are you having fun, Hermione?”

Hermione blinked, not expecting the question despite it being exactly the sort of thing she'd expect the blonde to do. “I am, actually,” Hermione admitted, seeing no reason to lie to her soon-to-be-lunch. “Your nipple was delicious, and I'm looking forward to trying the rest of you,” Hermione blushed, “Not to mention watching you die, I've never snuffed anyone before, but just the thought of ending you, of taking your life... well, I honestly feel a bit giddy,” Hermione admitted, falling back on old patterns as she struggled to cope with Luna's unexpected reactions.

“Well, why don't you finish spitting me?” Luna asked. “If we wait any longer we might attract blibbering humdingers.”

Hermione smiled. She wasn't sure if Luna was serious, or just trying to hurry her up, but either way she had a point, it took time to cook meat, and a meatgirl the size of Luna would probably take longer than a burger or a turkey. Grinning, Hermione pressed the pedal.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!” Luna cried out as the spit suddenly tore through her cervix, breaking it completely on its way to Luna's womb. The blonde's breath came in heavy pants as she realized that she was truly spitted now. She could feel tip of the spit pressing against the wall of her womb as it rested behind her navel. Her privates were a mess of agony, the pain from her ruined cervix echoing through her nerves hard enough to bring tears to the Blonde's eyes once more. Hermione had actually impaled her! Even with the spell in place, Luna hadn't been sure that she would. Despite the way Harry's friend had reassured her, she still doubted; her confidence wasn't the greatest, and Hermione was raised as a muggle, what if she backed out at the last second? What if she decided Luna wasn't worth eating after all? But no more. Despite the pain, knowing that Hermione fully intended to snuff her brought a radiant smile to Luna's face.

Hermione pumped the pedal once more, staring at Luna's face as the spit ripped through the rear wall of her womb. The Blonde's entire body jerked, instinctively responding to the sudden sensations as the metal pole twisted the space inside her to avoid puncturing any of her other organs on its way through her.

Luna could feel the spit, the tip resting just behind her ribs, between and beneath the bottoms of her breasts. With magical healing, and the way that Hermione had enchanted the shaft, even this wouldn't quite be fatal without the hex Hermione had cast for her, but it wasn't a trivial injury either. Grinning slightly as an idea hot her, Luna flexed her legs, pushing herself upwards on the spit impaling her before letting herself slump back down.

Hermione boggled. 'She was fucking it. The blonde was impaled more than halfway through her body with a spit the size of a large salami, ad she was fucking it. It was unexpected, strange, bizarre... It was actually pretty hot.' Hermione thought to herself as she watched Luna slide her way up and down the thick pole she'd impaled her with. Hermione's thoughts cast back to last night, to the catalogue and the sight of Luna fucking herself with the giant carrot, her mouth moving in silent ecstasy. Luna had repeated that performance for Hermione once already today, but somehow, seeing Luna fucking herself on the rod impaling her, knowing that even though her fantasy would kill her, even though it must be incredibly painful it was still turning her on enough to put on this show, somehow that knowledge just made the whole display even hotter.

Luna bobbed up and down on the spit inside her, grinning contentedly despite the strain. The force of her smile doubled as she caught Hermione reaching beneath her dress to play with herself. It was nice to know that her friend was enjoying her demise as much as she was. She could feel herself getting closed, slowly approaching an orgasm as the pain and pleasure blended together between her thighs. The wold began to fall away. Not literally of course, but Luna began to pay less and less attention to it as her prize approached, her eyes growing wild, her grin, manic.

Then, as Luna crouched upon the precipice of release, she felt the spit jerk within her, sending her over the edge.

Hermione couldn't resist pressing the pedal. She watched as Luna's panting moans and sexy groans grew louder, closer together, her breasts jiggling, her adorable little pussy sliding up and down on the metal invader, greasing the shaft. She could tell that Luna was close, and when Luna began to throw her head back in ecstatic celebration, Hermione pressed it, sending the spit surging through her body until the tip rested at the back of her throat.

Luna's overtaxed cunt squeezed the metal shaft hard as the unexpected impalement broke down the walls holding back her climax. It was incredible, feeling like this, like Hermione had fucked her all the way from her adorable little pussy to the back of her throat. Her mind drifted as sensation after amazing sensation rocked her body. It felt beautiful.

"You're almost completely spitted now," Hermione marveled. If she had decided to do this her way, the show would be ending now, the life slowly draining from Luna's eyes as the spit finished tearing her apart. She'd have watched as Luna died, and then walked away, her curiosity sated with the blonde's destruction. Part of Hermione regretted the missed opportunity, but this was better. Seeing Luna cook, eating her friend as she watched, helplessly. This was a much better plan.

“Yup!” Luna said, the popping the 'p' happily. She tried to nod, but with the spit keeping her neck rigid there was only so much she could manage. She couldn't even get the leverage to continue fucking herself with the spit.

“Want me to finish the job?” Hermione asked, smiling.

“Of course!” Luna eagerly replied. “You have to finish spitting me and cooking me before you can eat me, right? And I can tell you've been looking forward to that, Hermione.” Luna wanted to look down, but she couldn't not with the spit restraining her. Instead, Luna threw her head back and opened her mouth as wide as she could manage, so that with a single pump of her foot, Hermione could finish the process.

With the invitation clearly laid out, Hermione stepped down, launching the spit upwards one final time, the tip surging out of Luna's mouth even as the butt of the spit exited the hole in the floor that was keeping it in place.

Luna's eyes widened as she felt the pressure to keep her position completely rigid lessen. The newly freed spit allowed her to move her body once more, so long as she kept her torso and head completely straight. Unable to see what she was doing with her head thrown back, Luna's newfound freedom caused her to drag the butt of the spit against the craggy floor below her, setting the pole to vibrate incredibly throughout her whole body.

A happy moan escaped the blonde's lips, surprising Luna as it caused her entire spit to vibrate like a cat purring. The sensations were wonderful! The fully spitted girl started scratching the floor below with the butt of the spit, aiming for another chance at release. Feeling the vibrations throughout her entire body, Luna was sure it would be an incredible orgasm! And it would have been, had Hermione not gotten impatient for her meal and bound Luna's ankles to the spit with yet more conjured ropes.

Absentmindedly, Hermione wondered just how Luna managed to moan with the spit stretching her vocal cords so completely. Was it an accidental byproduct of the enchantment to avoid damaging Luna's organs? She didn't know. Firmly, Hermione put the question on her list of 'things to look into later.' This moment wasn't for research, this moment was about her, and Luna.

Hermione severed one of the ropes holding Luna's arms above her head, sending the lithe blonde morsel tumbling and twisting against the other pole, unable to keep her balance. Hermione stepped forward, grabbing the swaying Luna by the wait, keeping her in place as she made to cut the second rope.

Luna's skin was warm, and soft. It felt pleasant beneath Hermione's finger tips as she held her close. Idly, Hermione's fingers drifted downwards, releasing some of her control over Luna's body in return for the chance to touch her now obscenely stretched, but still adorable pussy. Hermione could feel Luna's muscles quivering as they struggled against the unyielding metal pole holding her open. “You're beautiful,” Hermione admitted as she ran her fingers over Luna's body, reaching up to cup one of her perfectly Luna-sized breasts and enjoying the soft warmth of it in her hand.

Idly, she noticed Luna's clit protruding cutely from the top of her sex. Letting Luna's breast go Hermione reached back down and pinched it, reveling in the way the blonde's entire body shook in place in response, restrained by the pole impaling her. If she looked up, she could see the desperate desire filling Luna's eyes, begging her for more, but Hermione was hungry, and she didn't want to wait for her meal any longer than she had to.

With two quick motions of her wand, Hermione had cut Luna's remaining arm free and then retied it to to its sister behind her back, leaving Luna completely unable to escape, and barely able to move beyond feeble attempts to wriggle up and down on the spit.

“What should I do with you now?” Hermione wondered, her only response a series of increasingly erotic moans and squirming coming from the fully-spitted and bound girl in her arms. Careful not to drop her prize, Hermione looked around the Kitchen, her eyes resting on a roaring fire set in a fireplace big enough to hold Luna's entire body even if she wasn't bound. Two metal Y-shaped stands stuck out from the floor to where they rested above the flames, perfect for resting a spit upon. Off to the side was a large cast iron cauldron, the same one Hermione had seen Hannah Abbot in in her spread, Hermione noticed with surprise as she inferred what the fireplace was usually used for.

With another wave of her wand, Hermione floated the trembling body of Luna Lovegood over the fire.