The next week passed in a whirlwind of debauchery for Cho. It was everything she'd ever dreamed of! Hermione had enforced her 'no panties' rule with periodic public check-ins, pulling her into an empty classroom as she walked between her classes to finger fuck her, or to bend her over a desk and let Harry have his way from her from behind. Cho was sure that at least Angelina had noticed the way that she periodically ended up late to class with Harry's jizz beginning to trail down her thighs.

Merlin! The way Hermione used and abused her, leaving her behind without a thought for her convenience was.... it was electrifying!

Of course, Cho felt Hermione's presence even when the younger girl wasn't around. Despite knowing that there'd be no way she'd be making it to the end of the season alive, Cho hadn't been able to bring herself to quit the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. She'd begged Hermione to allow her to wear her panties during practices, but the bookworm had just smiled and refused.

Without Hermione's permission, the Asian girl had been forced to practice bareback. Cho's heart had raced as she mounted her broom, the hickory shaft slipping between her thighs and pressing against the petals of her sex.

Cho couldn't believe she was doing this. 'I should put on knickers,' she thought to herself, 'I'm going to be flying! This isn't like walking to and from class! My skirt isn't going to cover anything!' But despite the soundness of her reasoning, Cho made no move to stop. She'd asked her mistress for permission, and while Hermione hadn't forbidden her from practicing, she hadn't given the oriental girl permission to cover up either. Cho didn't know if Hermione wanted her to flash her entire house, but the younger girl certainly didn't seem to mind her doing so...

The the crisp breeze caressed Cho's treasure as she got ready to kick off. Her teammates were already in the air and her housemates were already in the stands. She'd be concealed from the former if she rode low, but that would just give those in the stands an eyeful. There was no way to avoid exposing herself, at least some of them would catch on to what she was doing...

Cho kicked off as hard as she could and jetted into the air.

She did terribly that practice. Every time she spotted the snitch the feel of her own broom sliding between her legs, damp with her own arousal, would distract her. She couldn't focus! Cho's eyes sought the crowd below almost as often as the snitch. She was desperate to find out if someone had spotted her... lack of discretion.

The feel of her broom rubbing against her lower lips wasn't enough to get her off, but it was more than enough to put her off her game.

Cho had no idea if anyone had spotted her knickerless cunt while they were practicing, Padma Patil was certainly giving her strange looks when she landed, but she didn't know if that was due to her attire, or her ineptitude at practice. What Cho was certain of was that her housemates had seen the paper airplane that flew her way once practice had finished, not to mention the way she blushed completely crimson once she read it.

It was a note, from Harry. Hermione had told him about her new practice uniform, and he'd watched her entire embarrassing display.

He wanted her to meet him beneath the stands. It was phrased politely, but Cho knew it was an order. Harry was her master just as much as Hermione was her mistress, and he wanted to use his new toy.

What could she do? Cho obeyed. She forwent her shower and made her way beneath the stands to meet her owner.

Harry stood there waiting for her. He ordered her to unzip him, twirling his fingers through her long black hair as she took to her knees and opened his fly. Harry's cock was hard, and Cho felt her her heart flutter at the thought that Harry's arousal was due to watching her. She carefully took her master's turgid member into her mouth and eagerly began to suck. Cho has had an in-depth crash course in blowjobs since harry had bought her, and no one had ever accused the Asian Ravenclaw of being a slow learner. She quickly took his entire length into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the base of his shaft as Harry began to face fuck her.

Cho's degradation went on and on. Harry fucked her in every single position that the meatslut could imagine, stretching and taking her in ways she'd never dreamed of. As soon as Harry shot a load, his youthful stamina ensured that his cock was hard and ready for the next round. He stripped Cho of her clothes and fucked her until the sun finished setting, coated her from head to toe in his own jizz, and leaving her a naked, panting and exhausted, cum-covered mess beneath the stands; her clothes a crumpled torn mess haphazardly strewn about.

Harry left, and Cho gathered up her clothes to make herself as presentable as she could before stealing her way back into the castle and the safety of her dorms.

Cho didn't encounter anyone on the journey back, but the knowing looks of her dormmates the next morning assured her that no matter that no one saw her, they all knew exactly what she'd been doing that night.

Of course, that brought her to tonight; two nights after the Quidditch incident. Cho hadn't thought anything could top the way that harry had used and discarded her out on the pitch, but somehow, Hermione had proven her wrong.

Despite Hermione's prohibition about cumming without her say-so, Cho wasn't able to stop herself after what Hermione had done to her in the library earlier that day.

Cho had been studying with her friends in a secluded nook in the corner of the library. Cho knew she didn't need to study, it wasn't like she was going to be taking finals if Harry and Hermione had their way with her, but Cho hadn't been able to come up with a credible excuse to skip out on the session, so she'd been pulled along to the library anyway. Cho didn't mind that much, even though the material was useless to her, it was still a chance to hang out with her friends. At least, it was, until Hermione wandered past.

“Cho? Is that you?” Hermione had called out. “Can I talk to you for a second? There's something I want to ask you.”

Cho knew an order when she heard one, even when it was couched as a question like Hermione had done. Cho grabbed her bag and made her excuses. “I'll just be a second,” she told her friends, knowing that that would probably be a lie. Her obligations met, Cho hustled, quietly, into the stacks after her younger mistress.

“Strip.” Hermione ordered. It was a demand that booked no disagreement.

The command was clear, and Cho was obeying before she really realized what her mistress was asking of her. What else could she do? She pulled off her tie, and shrugged off her robes. Her skirt slid down her legs as she shimmied out of it. Her blouse joined them in a discarded pile on the floor, revealing her body for the entire world to see. Cho's shoes and socks and wand all joined the pile swiftly thereafter. She was in a secluded part of the stacks, but it wasn't completely walled off; at any second someone could walk by and notice her standing there naked. But, this was what Hermione had asked for, and so Cho had no choice but to comply. A shiver traveled down her spine faster than the quickest brook as Cho heard footsteps approach, and her heart raced as a boy she didn't recognized walked past without noticing her.

“Put your wand on your clothes,” Hermione instructed. “I don't want you casting a notice me not spell out of embarrassment,” the curvy young girl explained.

Cho complied, making sure to give Hermione an amazing view of her pert young cunt and her hanging tits as she bent over to place her wand down.

“I'm feeling very tense, Dinner,” Hermione explained. “And I want you to relax me.”

The order was open ended, but her mistress' intent was clear as she lifted her skirt and pushed down her panties. Hermione wanted Cho to service her.

Cho stared at the bare expanse of her mistress' pussy. It was smooth, without a single hair in sight, just like her own now that Hermione had informed her of her fate. For a second, Cho wondered if it was bare because Hermione thought she might be eaten, but she shook the thought out of her head, she'd read her copy of the girlmeat catalogue cover to cover and Hermione definitely wasn't in it.

The younger bookworm had clearly been anticipating this even for a while, because her folds were already glistening with arousal. Cho leaned in and got to work, her tongue swirling and probing her mistress' sex as Hermione's inner thighs pressed against her cheeks. Cho's heart spiked with each mewling moan and eager pant that escaped her mistress' lips. If someone walked by, if they saw her worshiping between her mistress' thighs... the fear only made her more attentive. Hermione's pussy grew as her sight narrowed, her focus completely devoted to her task. She needed to finish this quickly; he sooner that Hermione got off, the smaller the chance of discovery.

Seconds ticked by, her mistress holding onto the bookshelves tos upport herself, muffling her cries through her clenched lips, but never enough to remove the chance of discovery. She bucked against Cho's face, coaxing her teasing tongue further inside her muff, her fingers twining through the raven black hair at the base of Cho's skull to keep her in place until she finished her assigned task.

Cho's fingers massaged Hermione's thighs, kneaded Hermione's firm butt as Cho tried every trick she knew, and a few she'd come up with right there on the spot to get the brown-eyed bookworm to cum.

If someone had discovered them, Cho couldn't tell. Her face was firmly trapped bewteen Hermione's thighs, her lips pressed against the petals of her sex.

Time stretched endlessly, Cho was lost in the fragile moment, eagerly lapping at her mistress' lower lips until, with a sudden start, Hermione came, drenching Cho's face with her arousal.

“That was wonderful, Dinner,” her mistress complimented. “You really do have a talent for eating girls out, don't you? It's a shame you won't get to develop it.” Hermione paused to look her over. Cho's face glistened with the gift of Hermione's arousal, her blouse was disheveled, her skirt askew. Cho, in short, looked freshly fucked.

Cho's pulse raced. Was her mistress planning to reward her for her diligence? Would she allowed to cum? Merlin! What if someone saw her.

“Do you remember how to find the room of requirement?” Hermione asked.

Cho blinked, but nodded. Of course she did, especially after the events of their fifth year together.

“Good. Meet me there tomorrow morning, I've finally decided on a recipe and it's going to take most of the day to get you ready for it.”

Cho blinked. What did-?

“You should be happy, little snuff slut,” Hermione encouraged her. “Tomorrow you'll finally get to cook for me and Harry.”

Cho's eyes widened. Was this really-?

“Now get back to your dorm. And leave your clothes. You're meat now, and meat doesn't wear clothes does it?” Hermione explained.

Cho reached down towards the pile.

“Your wand too. You're not a witch anymore Dinner, you're just a meatgirl. Meatgirls don't need wands.” Hermione smiled kindly, but with an underlying hint of lewdness. “Go on,” She encouraged, “And no touching yourself once you get back. You're going to need all your energy for tomorrow.”

With that, Hermione bent down and picked up Cho's clothes, stuffing them in her schoolbag and leaving the spayed Asian slave standing there; naked but for her socks and shoes, and with an instruction that would result in her almost certainly being seen.

Cho had made it most of the way to the dorm without detection, when she ran into Padma Patil.

“Cho!?” the slender Indian girl proclaimed as her eyes beheld Cho's unclad body. “You're naked!”

Cho's face flushed crimson. She was so incredibly turned on by the peril her mistress had put her into that she'd forgot to look around the corner before darting out of the hall. Her chest was heaving, her nipples were hard enough to hang ornaments from, her cunt was dripping steadily with Cho's intense arousal, and all of this was on full display for Padma Patil's attentive eye.

“I-” Cho wasn't sure what to say.

“Are you an exhibitionist? Is that what this was about? Is that why you were playing Quidditch without your knickers?” Padma asked, her tone eager as she circled around Cho's body to take in her perfectly pert little ass.

“I- No! I mean, I am, but that isn't it's not what this is about...” Cho babbled, her heart racing from being caught.

“Then did someone steal your clothes? People used to do that all the time to Luna...” Padma inquired.

“No,” Cho replied, even though that was certainly technically true. “I, I've been ordered.” Cho admitted. Padma was in the catalogue too of course. Cho had seen her spread, dancing with her sister amidst magical fire, they'd both put themselves up for just 20 galleons, the same price as Cho herself. It had seemed like an expensive sum, but it hadn't prevented Cho from being purchased, and now, with a pair of twins going for the same price, Cho felt certain that the Patils would be bought by her mistress sooner or later.

Padma's eyes widened in shock, and Cho took the opportunity to dash away. She needed to get to bed. Hermione had told her not to touch herself, but there was no way that Cho would be able to comply.