Harriet Hotter and the Sorcerer's Bone Ch.10
by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(Ff, humil, etc.)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit and situations.
Okay, I received a lot of emails recently asking what
was going on with the Hotter series. What went on was
that I released two chapters of Harriet Hotter and
only received one email regarding it. So, to be
honest, I thought no one was reading it and went on to
write other stories. When I started getting requests
to continue, it was hard to get back into the
characters again.
I've got lots of stories. If you like a series in
particular, please try to send me a note . . . even if
it just says, "Liked it." Just so I know that it is
being read.
(c) 2002 Couture
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Harriet's sleep was fitful that night. Every dream
was full of images of sex and greater perversity. She
was dreaming that she was a and Heather was
bouncing up and down on her cock. Her hips began to
buck, as she felt from a glorious orgasm welling
in her balls.
"Argh, I'm cumming!" she cried.
However, just as Harriet began to cum, the orgasm
dissipated and the dream came to a crashing halt.
"Argh, I'm cumming!" Heather cried, as she bounced up
and down atop her prone roommate. Her body bucked,
trembled, and finally collapsed in a heap.
She looked up at her roommate through her sweaty
disheveled hair. "You didn't cum, did you, my
poor little whore?" Heather grinned.
"N-no Mistress," Harriet groaned.
"Awwwww, poor widdle thing." Heather hopped off
Harriet's wooden phallus, grabbed it, and pulled the
protesting dark-haired to her feet by it.
"Come on, slut, time for a shower."
"B-but Mistress, I-I can't go like this." Harriet
blushed a crimson and pointed below at the obscene
wand pointing out from her crotch.
"Well, put some underwear on and let's go."
Harriet opened her lingerie drawer and discovered to
her horror that in place of her panties, the drawer
was loaded with boy's underwear.
"B-but I can't-these aren't"
"Put them on or go naked, my little slut," Heather
interrupted.
Reluctantly, Harriet put on a pair of tight white
BVD's, pointing her faux cock to the side and out of
the way. She placed a towel around her body, and
prayed that the lump wouldn't show. She was able to
walk discreetly to the showers and slip in unseen,
sliding the curtain to the wall for utmost privacy.
"Oh my, our little witchie's grown a dickie. . ." one
of the golems said.
"Hey everbody!" another announced.
"Shhhhh. . ." hissed Harriet. She could ill afford
for the other to overhear the golems.
"Ohhh, the witchie's got a secret hmmmm? Come closer
witchie, and I'll tell you how to keep it. . ."
Fifteen minutes later, poor Harriet walked out of the
shower, her body trembling from her prolonged
frustration. Her secret was safe from her fellow
students, but there was little in the way of secrets
that she held from the marble golems once they had
finished having their fun.
It was a poor start to the day, and it rolled steadily
downhill from there. Heather laid out a gray robe on
the bed for Harriet to wear that was made out of an
elastic material. It barely concealed the bulge in
her underwear, but did nothing to hide the jutting
hard points of her nipples.
"Heather, I need a bra."
"Boys don't wear bra's little twit and that's what you
aren't you? My little whore - my cocked cunt."
"Please stop calling me that." Harriet begged as her
body was wracked with need.
"Stop calling you what?"
"Boy whore-ahhh-oh shit-oh fuck-ahhh." Harriet moaned
in a tormented state of ecstasy. She had forgotten
what happened when she heard those dirty words, even
when they came out of her own mouth.
"But that's what you are, aren't you? Come along
little Hari-whore, let's go to class." Heather handed
Harriet her spell book and satchel. "Here, boy, carry
my books for me."
******************
The day provided Harriet with little relief.
Thankfully, she didn't hear any of the words that
seemed to set her sex on fire with lust, but she
remained in a sort of horny haze anyway. She wasn't
wearing a bra and she could feel her moving
with every step. It didn't help when it felt like
every eye in school noticed her freely bouncing orbs
and jutting nipples. Then there was the matter of the
wand attached to her sex. It moved with every step,
and fear of discovery kept it always on her mind.
Her Unlearning class was the only class that took her
mind off these things momentarily. There, she learned
about the first witch, Azreal. Azreal could part the
mists of time and on occasion look into the future.
It was Azreal who saw man's rise, the ultimate
destruction of the other magical creatures that shared
the planet, and the ultimate destruction of as
well.
Azreal set about finding and training other witches to
help move the magical creatures to Avalon and then she
sought to seal Avalon away, until it would be needed
again. At the last moment, she was betrayed by her
son Mordick, who slew his own and left the
sealing undone. Azreal's sacrificed herself in
order to kill Mordick and thwart his plans. This
school, Frogwart's was built to fill in the breach
that opens from this world to Avalon.
She learned that education of new witches was only the
secondary duty of Frogwarts. The primary
responsibility of all the witches here, including
herself, was to safeguard Avalon until it is needed
again.
'Well, they are depending on the wrong person to save
the world; I can't even save myself from my perveted
desires, let alone help anyone else,' Harriet thought
to herself as she sat down for lunch with two of her
new friends, Lovelle and Paige.
Lovelle and Paige both wore newly acquired black
robes. The new students with gray robes shunned them,
and they had not yet started eating with their black
garbed sisters. Since most of the gray robed
students shunned Harriet as well, she easily made
friends with the two other outcasts.
"Hey Harriet, having fun?" asked Lovelle.
Harriet blushed in response. How could she tell her
two friends of her sexual problems - of her inability
to have an orgasm - or of her phallus shaped wand held
snugly in her BVD's.
"It's been alright," said Harriet.
"Are you looking forward to the Macrosse match later
this week?" asked Paige.
Harriet's eyes gleamed with her fire. "You bet
your ass - oh," Harriet gasped when she mistakenly
uttered a curse word and her clenched in
response.
Harriet friends looked at her suspiciously. Something
was obviously going on with Harriet. They couldn't
quite place it, but judging from her hardened nipples
and blushing cheeks, she almost looked as if she were
sexually aroused.
Harriet heard someone come up behind her, and when she
heard the sound of her roommate's voice, she quaked
with fear.
Heather said, "Come with me boy-bitch, I've got a job
for you."
Harriet bit her lower lip to keep from embarrassing
herself by moaning in front of everyone. She could
feel shooting sparks of pleasure stabbing through her
nether regions. Flustered, she struggled to get up
and obey Heather, before her friends found out what a
pervert she had turned into.
Harriet's two friends looked on the scene with wonder.
Why was Harriet putting up with this kind of treatment
from her roommate? Why was she obeying?
Lovelle put her hand on Harriet's thigh and held her
down. "Leave her alone Heather." To Harriet: "Don't
worry about that bitch. You're staying right here."
Harriet prayed Lovelle didn't feel her pelvis hump at
the mention of the word bitch. 'Please don't curse,'
she inwardly begged.
Heather pointed her wand at Lovelle's hands and
performed an incantation. By the startled look on
Lovelle's face as she struggled to move her hands, it
was apparent they were stuck fast to the table.
Paige saw her struggles and turned to Heather, her
smile innocent, yet her eyes full of malice. "That's
a pretty good spell from someone who's nips are on
fire."
Heather looked puzzled. "My nips aren't on . . ." Her
eyes suddenly widened in surprise. "Aigh!" she
screamed, clutching her chest. She scrambled to pick
up the milk filled cups and pour the contents down the
top of her robe.
She sighed with relief then turned her attention back
to the black-robed girl. She was just about to
perform another spell, when she heard a few faint
giggles from around the dining hall. She looked down
to see her nipples showing clearly through her wet
robe. Her face turned a bright red. It was
impossible to tell if it was from embarrassment or
anger.
"You'll pay for that bitch, big time. I'll make sure
of it." To Harriet: "And as for you. I'll deal with
you later little toy."
Lovelle stretched her fingers, now that she was able
to remove them from the table. "What a bitch."
"Are you okay?" Paige asked Harriet.
"Yeah. Thanks." Harriet shifted uncomfortable in her
seat. Paige's hand was on Harriet's thigh to reassure
her, but its presence was anything but. It was too
close to the new lump that resided in Harriet briefs,
and she could feel her hard nipples poking through the
fabric of her robe. She knew she had to go before she
embarrassed herself.
"Uh, I'm not so hungry anymore. I'll see you later."
Harriet got up and clutched her satchel to her chest
to hide the eraser-like stubs sticking from the fron
of her robe, but she didn't realize she was showing
something much more obvious.
"Is that what I think it is?" Paige asked Lovelle,
pointing to darkened stain on Harriet's retreating
rear.
"I think so. You don't suppose she is a do
you?"
"I don't know, but she is definitely into something.
I swear she tried to rub herself against my hand when
I touched her thigh."
"No way."
"Yes way."
"What did you do?"
"I put it there again."
"You're so bad. Wicked even."
"I'm going to get even badder if we don't hurry up and
have the school dance with some boys. It was supposed
to happen a month ago, but the teachers haven't even
mentioned it. It's like there is a conspiracy to keep
me pure. Well, I got news for 'em. If I can't get a
handsome to dirty me up, I might just get some of
that Hotter girl."
"God, I can't believe you sometimes, Paige," said
Lovelle, suddenly serious.
Paige began to eat. "Well you better believe it,
Princess Priss. I bet she will fuck. Hell, did you
notice she wasn't even wearing a bra?" she said
between mouthfuls.
'Great, I guess I have to stop wearing bras in order
for you to notice *me*,' Lovelle thought to herself.
Harriet was a nice girl, but she couldn't help but
feel jealous of the new girl. Lovelle felt like she
couldn't do anything right. She was the weakest witch
wearing the black robe. She had even been bested by a
mere gray-robe, and now her best friend liked the new
girl who was even less magically inclined than her,
but seemed to be much more athletically and sexually
endowed. Suddenly, Lovelle didn't feel much like
eating either.
******************
Later that day Harriet returned to her room after
practicing Macrosse with the rest of the team. Well,
the rest of the team except for Heather. Harriet was
scared of playing sans bra and wearing tight briefs
which covered a hard six inch wooden wand in the shape
of a phallus, but she actually was playing even
better.
The worry of someone seeing these new additions and
subtractions to her wardrobe made things problematic.
But, as strange as it seemed, being as horny as a
just-docked-sailor gave her a newly found reserve of
strength and a healthy dose of attitude.
Too bad that attitude couldn't be used to get Heather
to practice. 'Well, maybe I'll try the indirect
approach and use some child psychology,' Harriet
thought, as she opened the door to her dorm. She was
shocked to see Heather and the whole Macrosse team.
Only it wasn't her team in the room, but the Red's.
"Ah, there she is," said Heather standing up. "My
little bitch. Come on in. We were just talking
about you."
It wasn't as if Harriet had any choice in the matter.
Several of the shut the door behind Harriet and
pushed her forward into the room.
"Yes, don't be shy. Heather was just telling us all
about you. It seems that you are a little . . .
or should a say a little whore," said Stella.
Harriet cringed from fear when she recognized the
that spoke. It was the she had taunted during
the Macrosse game and apparently she hadn't taken it
as gamesmanship.
"I-I'm not a boy," Harriet said.
"But are you a whore?"
Harriet could feel questing fingers seeking the hem of
her pleated skirt. She batted them away, easily
overpowering the other girls. She could feel her sex
leaking from hearing the dirty words that set her
desire ablaze.
"N-no, I-I'm not a whor-ahhhh," she moaned, as she
felt an orgasm approach and then dart away.
"It sounds like you are slut. Let's see about the
part. Girls, what is it that have and
don't?"
"They have dicks!" the shouted and then pounced
for Harriet's skirt again. Harriet moaned in response
and this time she was unable to resist as the raised
her skirt, exposing her tight white briefs and the
outline of the phallus contained within. She was so
turned on; her legs couldn't even support her body.
Instead, she was forced to hug one of the that
was lifting her skirt.
The laughed. "Ewwww . . . she does have a dick.
Let's see it."
Stella got up and approached Harriet, who was busy
looking at Heather with pleading eyes. When Heather
got up and stood between the two and ordered
Stella to stop, Harriet sighed with relief.
Unfortunately, it was short-lived.
"Enough. You remembered what we agreed on," said
Heather.
"Awwww," the groaned.
'Thank God. I'm safe,' thought Harriet.
Then Stella reached in her satchel and took out seven
shiny gold coins and gave them to Heather who said to
the girls, "Have fun and make sure to use *her*
bed." Then she whispered to Harriet: "I think this
makes us even for lunch. Now, I just have to figure
out something special for your little black-robed
friend." With that she turned and left Harriet alone
with the room full of girls.
'Dear God, they just paid for me. Does this mean I am
a whore now?' Harriet was horrified.
"Now let's see the merchandise." Stella reached for
Harriet's crotch, freeing her wooden phallus from the
center slot of her boy's briefs.
There was a gasp and then the beside her said,
"It isn't real," as if disappointed.
Stella slid her hand up and down the wooden phallus,
jacking it off. "It's real enough. I paid good gold
for this boy-bitch and we are all sure as hell gonna
get fucked."
"No-I won't do it," Harriet protested feebly.
"You won't huh?" Stella said. She walked over to on
of her teammates and took the by the hand. "Come
here Ginnie," she said, as she led the red-haired
to the bed. "Here, let's get those off."
Ginnie hesitated. "You mean-in front of everyone?"
she whispered.
"There's nothing to worry about. Everyone's gonna do
it."
Ginnie relented and soon her lay in a puddle
at her feet. "Now lay down on the bed. Make sure you
use Hari's."
"God, this is so embarrassing," Ginnie said, sliding
out of her robe and then laying down on Harriet's bed.
Stella walked over to Harriet. "Are you sure you
don't want to fuck her whore?"
Harriet could feel her juices drying as they ran down
her thighs. She did want to do it, but she couldn't
bear the thought of the consequences. "Uh, no I don't
. . . I'm-ah-sorry."
"Don't tell me. Tell Ginnie. Come on, get closer."
Stella led Harriet by the cock that was attached to
her sex to the prone on the bed.
"Ginnie, I'm sorry but-"
"Typical male. Don't you dare her feelings in
front of everyone like that. Bend down and whisper
it in her ear." Stella led Harriet on the bed, until
Harriet was positioned directly on top of invitingly
naked girl. Then she whispered in Harriet's ear.
"Now repeat after me: The whore is sorry-"
Harriet steeled herself against the maddening pleasure
that assaulted her with every filthy word. "The whore
is sorry."
"But she wants to fuck and suck."
"But she wants to fuck ah and suck-oh-god," Harriet
moaned.
"Your delicious tight little pussy."
"I want you Ginnie." Harriet growled. She thrust her
hips forward to fuck the delightfully becoming girl.
The yelped in pain. "Easy, please-" she
whispered in Harriet's ear. "I've never done it
before."
Harriet forced herself to slow down. She took her
time inserting the wooden rod in the girl's tight sex.
The grimaced in pain, as Harriet pressed against
her tightly bound gate. Harriet nibbled her ear and
whispered. "It will only for a minute. Then you
will love it."
"Oh," Ginnie gasped, her maidenhead torn asunder. And
then, "Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-my-God!" as Harriet fucked her
lovingly. Ginnie wrapped her short pudgy legs around
Harriet's lean muscular back and soon the tender
strokes gave way to fast furious thrusting.
"Oh God, I never knew," Ginnie moaned. "Fuck me.
Fuck me harder. Oh shit Harri, give it to me."
Heather had told all the that it turned Harri on
when someone talked dirty to her, and it didn't take
long for even the most proper there to learn to
cuss like a sailer, when every time she did it,
Harriet would thrust into her with more vigor.
"Fuck-Fuck-Fuck-that's it-oh fuck-I'm cumming!" Ginnie
screamed in a long drawn out wail.
Harriet couldn't help herself. She slid down the bed
and kissed and licked away the evidence of the girl's
first time. It was Ginnie's gift to her and she was
proud to take it. She was also glad that she had been
able to make her first time a good experience.
Afterwards, Harriet's body was tired and every muscle
burned in protest, but the promise of an orgasm that
was just out of reach always spurred her on. It
spurred her on with Ginnie and then on through all the
rest of the but Stella. Four of the had
been virgins.
Stella herded the rest of the out of the room.
"What are you doing?" asked Ginnie.
Stella said, "I want some private time with the whore.
Do you remember whose gold it was that paid for your
little bit of fun?"
Ginnie left with the other after casting a long
glance back at Harriet.
Stella grinned an evil grin as she advanced on the
exhausted form of Harriet and ran a hand through her
damp curly hair. "You poor dear. I bet you are worn
out, aren't you?"
Stella grabbed the wooden phallus and said, "Here, how
'bout we get this thing off of you?"
Harriet was too tired to tell her that it wouldn't
come off, but surprisingly Stella performed a little
incantation and it popped right off.
'Finally, I can be rid of that cursed thing,' Harriet
thought.
Harriet watched as Stella placed the wooden phallus
over her own crotch. "Affix," she said, as she
performed an incantation.
Stella stroked her hand up and down her new appendage,
testing it out. She looked menacing. "Don't worry
little whore, I have plenty of energy."
Harriet gasped as Stella's cruel intentions became
clear.
To be continued . . .
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