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She did, Cho realized, desperately craving the distraction that her mistress' fingers could provide her from the pain, the release she could attain from the feelings welling up inside her! But, Hermione was right. Just because her womb was frying didn't mean she was done cooking it; and it would be a shame to waste it when she knew her meat could be every bit as delicious as her mistress had promised her.

Bending down with a small gasp, Cho picked up a spatula and slit it beneath her sizzling womb, flipping it over with an agonizing twist. It was easier this time, Cho marveled as the pain hit her hard enough that, if not for her mistress holding her up by cupping her drooling cunt, the Asian meat-slut would have collapsed to her knees, ruining her owners' meal. Her womb was already half fried, ruined completely except as a piece of meat, she was no longer ruining her future as she cooked her womb. No, now she was pleasing her mistress.

And Hermione was definitely pleased, she thought to herself as the bookworm slid her thumb just inside the edge of her slit, sliding it back and forth with just the tip of the thumb inside the entrance to Cho's eager sex. Cho gasped, unsure just how much was from the pain and how much was from the shock of how her mistress was using her.

“That's a good start,” Hermione praised, “But I think you can do better. Where are the vegetables? And do you expect us to cut the meat ourselves?”

Cho's face went as white as a porcelain doll's as she processed her mistress' latest suggestion, but she couldn't bring herself to refuse her. Carefully, her eyes drifted to the vegetables she'd assembled; Broccoli, mostly, but also thinly sliced carrots, onions, garlic, and chili peppers. She'd chosen them last night, knowing that Hermione planned to enjoy her suffering. Part of her wanted to give her a show. She'd touched herself to the thought, in the dead of night in her room when the rest of her dorm-mates slept, thinking about how pleased Hermione would be watching her write in pain for her. Thinking of how the younger girl might reward her for her initiative... and her submission. She was right, Hermione was pleased with her, and she was rewarding her, but now, in the light of day, the pain that the ingredients would inflict on her as she used them to spice her already half-fried womb seemed all the more daunting than before...

“Go ahead, Meat,” Hermione urged. “You know what you have to do, don't you?”

Cho nodded, whimpering.

The Asian beauty gathered the garlic, the onions and the chilies together and began to slice them on the cutting board she'd prepared. It was hard, even the slightest movement sent pain shooting down the doorway to her womb and into her teased and tortured cunt, but somehow, Cho managed it, dicing her way through the entire swath she'd laid out. Tenderly, she lifted the board and scraped them into the wok, dumping them atop her half-fried womb.

“Nnnnng!!!” Cho winced as the juice from the onions, garlic and chilies all settled into her half-cooked flesh. It was excruciating! She felt like she was on fire! But for her obedience, Hermione slipped the rest of her thumb into Cho's sex, gently rubbing her breakfast's clit with one of the other fingers she had to spare.

Soon enough Cho's grunt of pain changed into a soft, pained moan of pleasure.

“The broccoli too, Harry needs his veggies, you know,” Hermione urged, and Cho complied, wincing as each new floret hit the soft, ruined surface of her womb.

Cho winced and gasped as Hermione's thumb rubbed against the front of her cunt from within. She couldn't believe she was doing this, couldn't believe she was actually cooking herself, but... she couldn't stop herself either.

Her hands shaking, Cho picked up the knife, her fingers trembling as she did her best to grasp it firmly. This was it. Cho knew she was already meat, if her purchase last night hadn't convinced her, the sight and smell of her own womb frying in front of her would have.

"You're just the perfect little meat-slave, aren't you?" Hermione asked, teasing the entrance to Cho's slit with another finger, ready to plunge it into the depths of her sex at any moment. "You know what you need to do now, don't you?"

Cho nodded, tears of pain streaming down her cheeks as she braced herself for what came next. She'd thought long and hard about how to take this step, furiously fingering herself, pinching her nipples as she stifled her own moaning beneath the covers of her bed, surrounded by her dorm-mates; girls who would never understand the depths of debasement and submission that Cho lusted after.

If Cho simply severed the base of her womb from her cervix, it would make the task before her much easier. Her half-fried womb and ovaries would slip easily into the sizzling wok, freeing her from the pain they forced on her and making it much easier to chop into the thin bits of stir-fry that Cho no understood had always been their destiny to become.

Cho snuck a brief glance at her mistress. Hermione's wavy dual-colored hair was in disarray, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving with arousal as she stroked the lips of Cho's now nearly useless cunt. Hermione was enjoying this, enjoying watching her suffer... Cho felt her sex flood with arousal at the confirmation of her thoughts. She could probably get away with cutting her womb free and preparing it that way, but Cho wanted to please her mistress, and it was perfectly clear to the Asian meat girl what her mistress would prefer.

With her knife firmly in her grip, Cho picked up a pair of tines in her free hand and stabbed them into one of her sizzling ovaries. The pain was incredible! Her vision flashed white and she almost fell off the seat that Hermione had created for her, but Cho fought through the pain; her lips quivering both above and below her waist as she let out an agonized moan. Her fingers trembling she began to carve up her ovaries, one after the other. The tiny thumbtip sized beans had fried to the point where they didn't ooze when cut, the heat destroying any faint hope of reproduction Cho may have had as she sliced her treasures thin before setting down the tines and picking up the spatula to stir the wok once more as the recipe she'd memorized demanded.

Hermione smiled, slipping just the faintest tips of her fingers into Cho's eager, hungry snatch as a reward for her initiative.

"You look beautiful," Hermione complimented her toy. "You're going to be so delicious you little snuff slut," she continued, "It really was selfish of you to keep such a beautiful looking meal all to yourself."

Cho swallowed, barely controlling her urge to buck against her mistress' probing digits lest the younger girl withdraw them. She wasn't done yet. Her mistress wouldn't let her cum until she finished cooking her breakfast, and Cho wasn't done yet.

Picking up the tines once more Cho began to carve her womb apart in what she'd hoped would be quick, clean slices. Cho winced. Her hand trembled as she carved, rendering her womb into ragged strips of half-fried meat.

She panted in agony, carving apart her uterus as Hermione's probing fingers sent a surge of pleasure through her from the opposite end of her sex. Cho wasn't sure how much more of this she could endure.

It felt like an eternity as she carved, though in truth it couldn't have lasted more than a minute or two before she ran the edge if the knife against the back of her cervix, cutting the stir-fried strips of tender Ravenclaw womb free of her body before Hermione sealed up the wound with her wand.

"Very good!" Hermione praised her toy in the same way a girl might praise a particularly cute puppy. "I think you deserve a reward."

With a flick of her wand, Hermione set the wok to stir itself automatically and turned her full attention to the panting, sweaty, mess of an obedient snuff-slut in the chair in front of the stove.

The rest of the morning was a blur. Cho rode wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure as her mistress rewarded her for her compliance; licking and sucking and fingering the Asian girl in ways she'd never felt before, pinching and twisting her nipples and clit in an eager abandon which was as much about asserting Hermione's dominance over her toy as it was rewarding Cho.

After minutes, or maybe hours? Cho couldn't tell, Hermione rose from between Cho's legs and licked her lips, wiping her sopping wet fingers dry on Cho's long and lustrous hair.

"I think that's enough of a reward for you, Dinner," Hermione announced. "It's only a couple of minutes till breakfast is served ans I for one don't want to miss it," the younger girl declared. "I expect to see you there."

Cho was exhausted, but passion flooded below her hips at Hermione's matter-of-fact declaration. She didn't even have time to respond before Hermione had departed, leaving her laying, disheveled and alone in the almost empty kitchen, smelling freshly fucked and with no time to tidy up before the school's morning repast. Hurriedly, Cho buttoned up her blouse and fixed her skirt as best she could before practically dashing towards the great hall. She didn't want to disappoint her mistress, after all.

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Harry wasn't sure what to feel as her st down next to Hermione in the Great Hall. It was time for breakfast, and Last night Hermione had said some incredibly suggestive things about where she planned to obtain the ingredients for theirs. Harry's mouth watered as he remembered the last time he'd tasted this particular kind of meat. His dick hardened as he recalled the taste of Ginny on his tongue as he railed Hermione's cunt from behind, the feel of his best friend's snatch as it squeezed around him in a shape-shifted replica of their meal's. It was Harry's first time, and despite his best efforts, Harry had found that his memory of that carnal pleasure was inextricably linked to that same delectable taste of frying girlmeat. Not that Harry really minded all that much, as long as the girls were doing this willingly there wasn't anything wrong with it, right?

The table was nearly empty. Many of the Gryffindors, including Ron, were only just waking up when he left the tower. It seemed like those numbers were more or less the same across all other houses. Turning to Hermione, Harry had to confirm his thoughts.

"So, what's for breakfast?" Harry asked in what he hoped was a casual tone of voice.

"I mentioned it last night,” Hermione smiled. “Did you forget already?” the wavy haired girl asked teasingly.

“I... No,” Harry replied. “I just, I guess I'm still getting used to this?” the famous boy admitted to his friend. “Even though I know she signed up for it, it still seems kind of mean.”

“Cho certainly seemed to enjoy it,” Hermione offered, motioning toward the doors to the Great Hall.

Harry's eyes followed her gesture almost automatically. There, framed in the grand entryway stood Cho Chang, clearly freshly fucked. Her long lustrous hair was disheveled, her clothing was askew, her blouse almost see-through from the amount of sweat that had soaked into it, and a suspicious trail of shiny liquid had dripped down her inner thighs. Cho looked about the hall and when her eyes finally lit on Harry and Hermione they widened, her cheeks coloring a rosy tinge and her mouth curving into a shy embarrassed smile.

“I know it's a bit strange,” Hermione admitted, “But these girls really do want to be abused and eaten.” Hermione reassured her friend. “She doesn't look at all upset at having to help prepare breakfast, does she?” Hermione asked.

“She does look like she enjoyed herself,” Harry admitted, quietly, wondering just what Hermione had done to the girl to bring that sort of expression to his crush's face.

“No one forced her to sign up,” Hermione agreed, her hand reaching below the table.

Harry jumped as he felt Hermione's fingers undo his fly and fish out his already erect cock. “And, Cho isn't the only one enjoying this, is she?” Hermione continued, her voice taking on a teasing lilt as Harry froze from the contact.

This was! They were in the great hall! All their friends were here, everyone they knew! How could Hermione just-?

“Stay calm, as long as you don't do anything to reveal us, no one will notice anything,” Hermione reassured him, but it was clear that wasn't true at all, at least one person had noticed, Cho Chang was staring at them with a quiet blushing intensity that belied her knowledge of just what Hermione's hand was doing to him under the table.

“Just stay calm,” Hermione continued, “and...”

The food suddenly appeared in front of them, as if by magic. While everyone else at the table had mere empty plates and stuffed platters of various pancakes and scrambled eggs and breakfast meats to choose from, what appeared in front of Harry and Hermione was notably different, large Asian style bowls, thankfully coupled with English utensils, overflowing with delicious smelling freshly cooked meat!

“Enjoy your breakfast,” Hermione finished, her left hand slowly moving up and down on Harry's turgid cock as she lifted a fork with her right and began to dig in.

The glistening bowl of what Harry knew was Cho Chang's stir-fried womb was filled with an incredible looking array of meat and vegetables; the smell emanating from it was heavy with Garlic and spice. Honestly, this meal looked even more appetizing than Ginny had!

Harry barely noticed as Ron slipped into the seat next to him and began to fill up his plate. Harry's mouth was watering from the thought of what he was about to consume, he looked up quickly at Cho, for approval as much as anything, and she answered with a deep blush and a quick nod. She was fine with him consuming her.

With that out of the way, Harry began to eat; the first bite was sublime! It was like an explosion of flavor in his mouth! The garlic and spices coating the thin strips of Cho's womb in just the right amount to bring out the best of her natural flavor, the way her taste soaked into the broccoli and carrots and onions... Harry closed his eyes and groaned in culinary enjoyment, even as pleasure mounted in his lap as Hermione secretly jacked him off while they ate.

This was... it was incredible! Harry dug in with a gusto usually associated with Ron more than him. He couldn't get enough of it! If this was what Cho's womb tasted like.... then he couldn't wait to share Cho's pussy with Hermione!

Harry could feel Hermione's hand as it pulled up and down on his cock, his pre-cum letting it slide across his member with ease. The warmth of it, the feeling of Hermione's dainty fingers grasping his shaft instead of his own more calloused set? It was amazing! Hermione wasn't particularly skilled, but that didn't really matter to Harry, the carnal pleasures of food and sex were inextricably linked by Harry's first encounter with both when Hermione deep-fried Ginny, and now? In the Great Hall? Hermione was only reinforcing that connection.

Harry had tried masturbation on his own before, but now, when he fantasized in bed at night, he saw the catalog in his mind's eye, girls cooking and Hermione servicing him, sucking his cock, her warm cunt enveloping his manhood... There was nothing else quite as sexy to him now.

Bite by bite, Cho disappeared down his gullet until there were only a few pieces left. He could feel an explosion building in his balls. He looked over at Hermione, the bookworm seemed engrossed in her own meal, if he didn't know better, he's assume she wasn't paying attention to anything else at all. But the hand on his cock told a vastly different story. He was going to cum, soon. He was going to shoot his load all over the great hall, all over... Harry looked at the girl sitting across from him, Angelina Johnson! She was on the team with him! And... in the catalogue! Harry's mind flashed back to the sight of Angelina's body bound in tight netting on a baking tray, the snitch fluttering in her mouth, her cunt open and inviting... Unngh! It was too much for Harry to withstand! With a strained grimace, Harry's cock spurted, spewing his seed across the stone floors of the Great Hall beneath the Gryffindor table, and though her couldn't see it, catching the edges of Angelina's robes as well.

Hermione withdrew her hand from his lap, retrieving a napkin and cleaning both her hand and his crotch as best she could before nimbly zipping him back up and returning to his bowl as if the whole event had never happened.

“Enjoying your meal Harry?” Hermione asked, and though her tone was level and her voice firm, Harry knew she was teasing him. He didn't mind, but something in Hermione's words had attracted Ron's attention.

“Cor! Is that...” Harry's best male friend asked, looking at the remains of the Stirfry in front of Harry and flicking his eyes towards Cho across the way.

Hermione nodded. And that was enough of a confirmation for Ron.

“Can I get a taste?” Ron asked.

Harry didn't really want to share his bounty, but... Ron was his best friend. Harry nodded. “Sure. You can have a taste.”

The smile that bloomed across Ron's face was incredible. Harry almost missed it as his form blurred into Harry's bowl and stabbed a piece of stir-fry for himself.

“Blimey mate! That's incredible!” Ron marveled. “I wish I could have something like this for myself...”

Hermione's expression shifted to her thinking face. “You know, you probably could... There were two items for sale which you could afford,” Hermione remembered, her eyes darting to Tracy Davis and Megan Jones. Harry and Ron's own eyes followed hers, surveying the slender Slytherin and the ample-chested Hufflepuff.

“Weren't you the one telling us we didn't want to see how the sausage gets made?” Ron asked, his eyes on Tracy Davis.

Hermione nodded. “That's true, but I could lend you the pair of Galleons needed to get Megan,” Hermione's voice was low, because she didn't want to be overheard, but Harry could see Angelina's eyes widen at Hermione's admission, and flick almost lustfully towards the pairs of bowls in front of Harry and his... was Hermione his Lover? He was certainly fucking her, but somehow the term didn't seem quite right.

“I know you don't like borrowing money, but I'll spot you the galleons now, and you can either work for the twins to pay me back like you mentioned before, or, when you're done with her, you can give the rest of her to me as payment,” Hermione offered.

Ron's brow furrowed, his dislike of debt warring with his desire to have what Harry had; but Hermione's offer was fair, and if Ron couldn't pay her back in Galleons, he could easily do it the other way... the redhead came to a decision.

“Deal!” he said, and Angelina's eyes widened almost impossibly as Ron extended his hand for Hermione to shake.

Once their deal was sealed, Hermione fished two galleons out of her school bag, and handed them to Harry's other best friend. “You should talk to her when she leaves the great hall, you don't want to wait, or you might miss her, but buying her here might start a scene, okay?”

Ron nodded. Hermione was pretty smart, and it never hurt to follow her advice.

Harry lifted his fork and speared his last piece of stir-fried womb, searching out Cho with his eyes and giving her a big smile as he brought the tender morsel to his lips to show her just how much he was enjoying her. After all, Harry had cooked countless times at home, and even though his relatives were terrible, it always felt nice when he knew the meal he made was appreciated. He just hoped Hermione was right and Cho felt the same way. From her almost incandescent blush as he chewed heartily on the last piece of Cho's womb, Harry was beginning to suspect she was.
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