Harriet Hotter and the Sorcerer's Bone Ch.12
by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(FF, denial, humiliation, fantasy)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit and situations.
(c) 2002 Couture
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When there is a death of one of your classmates, it is
always tough and for everyone at school. For Harriet,
it was even tougher, especially because she considered
the a friend. Well, even more than a friend
after Paige stuck up for her when Heather was picking
on her. When things like this happen, you need time
to grieve - time to sort out all those weird feelings.
But Harriet didn't have time for any of these things.
There were no school prayers, no moments of silence,
no counselor helping her through the grieving process.
Poor Harriet couldn't even talk to Lovelle or any of
the other about it, and it was not for lack of
trying.
*************
When Harriet woke up the morning following the murder,
the first thing she did was to try to comfort Lovella.
She was expecting to find the stricken crying and
huddled into bed, but what she found was a smiling
girl, humming as she put on the final touches for
class without a care in the world.
Wide-eyed and staring with disbelief, Harriet said,
"Lovelle, are you alright?"
"Sure," Lovelle said, primping her hair in the mirror.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Harriet was dumbfounded and almost couldn't put into
words what she wanted to say. "B-because of what
happened to Paige last night."
"So? Why should I worry about that? Now I have the
room to myself."
"Did those witches do something to you?" Harriet asked
incredulously. "Your best friend died and all you are
worried about is having the room to yourself."
"Don't be silly. Paige didn't die. She just left."
Harriet grabbed Lovelle by the shoulders, spun her
away from the mirror, and shook her, trying to knock
the girl's addled wits back into place. "She died
damn it!" Harriet gasped as the curse word had its
affect on her quim. "S-she died. You held her . .
.her withered corpse in your arms last night."
"Let go of me, you crazy bitch," Lovelle said, taking
out her wand and pointing it at Harriet. "Stop saying
things like that about Paige. It isn't very nice."
Lovelle muttered a spell and before Harriet could
react, she found herself on her arse about five feet
away from her former friend. Her robe rode up,
exposing her tight briefs, with her bulge tucked
neatly to one side.
"What's that?" asked Lovelle, pointing her wand at
Harriet's crotch.
"Nothing," Harriet replied, blushing and quickly
pulling her robe back over the bulge in her briefs,
but the damage had already been done.
"Here, let me help you up," Lovelle said, extending a
hand. She pulled Harriet to her feet and to Harriet's
dismay, pulled her close and rubbed a hand
possessively over her bottom. "You know, now that
Paige has left, I have an empty bed here."
"S-sorry," Harriet said, extricating herself from
Lovelle's overly familiar embrace. "L-l-look, I've
got to get ready for class."
Harriet hurried back to her room, her mind in turmoil
over Lovelle's attitude toward her dead roommate.
Against her better judgment; she sat down next to
Heather's sleeping form and nudged her until she woke.
"Damn it Hari, you better have a good reason for
waking me up this early."
"I'm sorry, but this is important," Harriet said. "Do
you remember what happened to Paige last night?"
"Paige? Paige-Paige-Paige-" Heather muttered as if
trying to remember the girl's name. "That bitch left,
didn't she? And good riddance."
Things were going nowhere fast. Harriet wondered if
perhaps all the constant teasing had made her go crazy
after all. It didn't help matters at one bit when
Heather's hand started moving steadily up Harriet's
robe.
Harriet caught her roommate's hand and tried to pull
it free. "Heather, this is serious."
Heather pulled back the covers, spreading her legs and
exposing the mousy brown hair of her sex. "This is
serious too," she said, pushing her hand more
forcefully up Harriet's robe. "Come on. You know you
want it slut-boy. You can't resist my pussy. Can
you, my little boy-whore?"
Every swear word was like a dagger of pleasure in
Harriet's sex. Her legs spread of their own volition,
and Heather's nimble fingers freed the phallus shaped
wand from Harriet's briefs.
There was something Harriet was missing, but she
couldn't quite place it and things were becoming more
and more muddled by the second. However, just as she
moved over top of Heather and felt the girl's legs
wrap around her torso, Harriet glanced around the room
and knew exactly what had been bothering her.
"One last question," Harriet moaned. "There was stuff
on my side of the room when I moved in. I thought it
was for me at first, but it belonged to somebody else,
didn't it?"
"Nobody else - just me. Come on whore, momma needs
love. Let me feel that cock."
"Think hard," Harriet urged. "You don't remember
anyone say . . . sitting at my desk and doing
homework."
"I am thinking hard. I'm thinking of your hard cock.
Give it to me. Fuck me you little boy-bitch."
Harriet was helpless to stop herself. Every swear
word only served to increase the horribly aching need
inside her and though her mind knew she wouldn't
orgasm, her body refused to acknowledge the fact. Her
hips thrust, plowing the cock shaped wand inside her
roommate, fucking her.
"Oh God, I feel you stretching my pussy," Heather
moaned. "Do you like it whore? Do you like my
pussy?"
Harriet looked down at the cute beneath her. She
looked so angelic like this, without makeup and with
her hair in disarray. How could someone so cute, be
so evil, and say such nasty words, when she knew the
effect they had on poor Harriet. With every cunt,
whore, pussy, that Heather uttered, Harriet was driven
closer and closer to an orgasm that never came.
Finally, the frustrated was forced to shut her
roommate up the only way she knew how.
She drove her mouth down on the bleach and
kissed her.
Heather gasped at the sudden intrusion of the questing
tongue in her mouth, but then she surrendered to it;
holding on tightly to Harriet as she shuddered from
the effects of an orgasm.
Afterwards, Heather pushed Harriet off of her. "Mmmm,
get off. I've got to get ready for class."
Standing up, Heather rubbed her hands up and down her
naked body as she stretched. "That was a good one,"
she said. "You keep doing like that and I'm going to
make so much money off of your arse I can buy my own
castle."
Harriet felt her cheeks burn, hearing the talk so
lightly of renting her out like some sort of
prostitute.
"Heather, listen, I need to talk to you about that.
I'm not the kind of ah . . .girl that does things like
that."
"Like what?" Heather said, teasingly.
"You know. . ." Harriet was at a loss for words, or at
least words that wouldn't cause a sexual reaction.
"Has sex for money."
"You mean whores."
Harriet's chest began to rise and fall quickly as she
felt her body react to Heather's language.
"Fucks," Heather said, getting into it. "Uses his
little cockie to fuck little girl's pussies."
"Please," Harriet gasped, grabbing the bed to keep her
hands from caressing herself. "Don't talk like that.
I can't bear it. It-it's been too long."
"Then are you going to be a good little boy-toy for
me?"
"Y-y-yes," Harriet stammered, just wanted Heather to
leave her alone. "Just, don't make me do it with S-
Stella, okay?"
"Why?"
"She-she made me do things. She put it someplace she
wasn't supposed to," Harriet admitted, blushing
prettily.
"She put what?"
"The-the . . . wand."
"You mean cock. Where did she put the cock?"
"In my . . . bottom."
"The word is ass, Hari," Heather said. "Did she put
it in your arsehole?"
Harriet couldn't admit it. She looked down at her
feet and nodded her head slightly.
"Awww," Heather said, putting a comforting arm around
her roommate and rubbing a possessive hand over her
bottom, making Harriet feel safe from Stella for just
a moment. "I wish I could have seen it. I wish I
could have seen my little boy-bitch getting fucked."
Harriet's eyes welled with tears. She wasn't safe
after all. She wasn't safe from either of these
sadistic bitches. She tore herself away from
Heather's grasp, pulled on a pair of briefs and threw
a robe over her body. "Leave me alone - you - you . .
. meanie!"
Harriet slammed the door behind her, feeling the loss
of her vocabulary almost as much as the aching pit in
her heart that had been there since she was torn away
from Chloe.
************
The showers were eerily silent, and it took Harriet a
minute to put her finger on it. The golems weren't
speaking.
"Nothing to say?" she asked a particularly wide-eyed
marble face.
The face didn't show any response, much less respond.
A cold chill crept up Harriet's spine. This was where
Paige was killed and now the golems didn't even act
like they were alive. As much as she hated the
perverted little creatures, especially after what they
did to her the last time she was here; right now, she
would have given anything to have their comforting
presence. She quickly took her shower and left, going
straight to class instead of back to her room.
At her next class, Harriet waited for the Madame Hilda
to bring up Paige, but she never did. Harriet raised
her hand.
"Yes?" asked Madame Hilda.
"Ma'am, I was wondering what happened to Paige?" asked
Harriet.
"Paige who? Was she a student or someone you know
from back home?"
Harriet could feel everyone's eyes upon her. What was
wrong with them? Was she crazy or was everyone crazy
or under some sort of spell. While it was possible
the constant arousal had affected her wits, Harriet
didn't feel crazy.
"Nothing ma'am. It's no one," Harriet answered. It
was clear if she was going to get to the bottom of
this, she was going to have to do it herself.
There was another option as well, and that was to
somehow get thrown out of school. That way she could
be with Chloe. The only problem was, she had grown
fond of some of the girls, and even the ones she
didn't like, didn't deserve to die without a memory,
as if they never existed.
It was then that Harriet looked around the room and
noticed for the first time the empty seats. There
were several and they weren't odd in themselves, but
she would have figured the empties to be in the back
or on the side, but not scattered throughout the
class.
There was only one way to find out if the seats and
Paige's death were linked. Harriet whispered to the
girl next to her. "Amber, how come no one ever sits
in that seat in front of you?"
"What seat?" Amber asked, squinting, and then her eyes
opened wide in surprise. "Oh that one. There must be
something wrong with it."
It was getting weirder and weirder. The empty desks
seemed to be forgotten as well. The two had to be
linked. After a few minutes, Harriet passed Amber a
quickly scribbled note.
It read: Do you remember who used to sit there?
Amber passed the paper back. "Where?" it read.
Harriet gulped in fear. The worse thing was, she had
almost forgotten the empty seat herself and it wasn't
until she read the paper that it all came back in a
flash of memory. For the rest of the class, Harriet
was a note taking demon. Madame Hilda was impressed
by her new diligence, but she wouldn't be if she read
what Harriet was writing. Because, Harriet wasn't
writing notes about magic, instead she was writing all
the strange occurrences that had happened to her, so
she wouldn't forget - couldn't forget the evil things
that were happening.
By lunch, she had notes about all the weird
occurrences and she was no longer as scared. For one
thing, she had a plan. Well, two plans really: One
for getting to the bottom of Paige's death and the
other for getting thrown out of Frogwart's.
And at lunch, she had a chance to set the latter into
motion. The best thing was, Heather was going to help
her and she didn't even know it.
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At lunch, Lovelle ate with the other black robes, as
if she had never sat with Paige and Harriet. So
Harriet was eating alone, until Heather showed up with
a in tow.
The two sat down. "Harriet, I'd like you to meet,
Candice," Heather said grinning. "She may be a new
customer."
'Meaning, she's paid you money, so that I will fuck
her,' Harriet thought to herself, but this time she
didn't mind. Candice could very well be her ticket
home. It didn't that Candice was cute either.
She was short, with dark hair, a little on the plump
side, but she had a pretty smile and the cutest
dimples.
Tracing her lips with her tongue, Harriet placed her
hand on the girl's thigh, sliding it seductively up
and down. "Hi, Candice," Harriet said. "You don't
mind if I call you Candy, do you?"
Harriet hand slid stealthily toward the girl's
crotch. "Ah-no!" Candice gasped at the sudden
intrusion, trying to block Harriet's access. She
wanted it sure, but she didn't want everyone in the
lunch room to know she had paid for sex. This whole
situation was so embarrassing.
"Good," Harriet said. "I hear Candy tastes sweet. Is
that what you want? Do you want me to eat you all
up?" Harriet grinned salaciously. She fell easily
into this new role.
Candice blushed a crimson red. "Ah-ah-Heather said
that you had-a-had-a-"
"Shhhh," Harriet said, stopping the before she
could utter the dirty word she meant to say. Harriet
couldn't afford to be made to horny or else she might
lose control. She took Candice's hand and placed it
overtop her hard phallus. "Is this what you want? My
wand?"
Candice's hand grasped the round object. She could
feel the heat throb in her panties. Her nipples
hardened and her breath sped. "Yes," she breathed.
She moved her hand up and down, pumping Harriet,
oblivious to the crowded lunchroom.
Harriet turned to Heather. "Has she paid yet?" she
asked.
"Ahhh-no," Heather stammered, caught be surprise. She
fully expected to have to whisper sweet nothings, well
filthy words really, into Harriet's ear until she had
her way. However, Harriet had somehow gotten the jump
on her and quickly seduced Candice herself.
Candice fumbled in her satchel removing a few silver
coins. "Is that enough?" she asked.
Heather quickly palmed the coins and hid them. "Curse
it," Heather said, quickly palming the coins. "Not in
front of everyone."
Harriet got up and took Candice by the hand.
Candice said, "Where are we going?"
"I know a place," Harriet said. "Is this your first
time?"
"Yes," Candice whispered in Harriet's ear.
"Don't be scared," Harriet said, leading Candice
through the kitchen and into the pantry. "You're
really going to like this."
Candice halted in front of the pantry. "Can't we go
to your room?" she asked.
Harriet grabbed the plump by her short
and drowned out her objections with a deep and
forceful kiss. At first, only Harriet's tongue
explored Candice's mouth, but soon Candice's joined in
on the fun.
Harriet stole her hand beneath Candice's robe,
stroking and massaging the girl's pussy, then ripping
the thin soaked off. She brought her hand up
and cleaned off her sticky fingers with a wet smack.
"So sweet I could eat you little Candy," Harriet said.
"But you didn't pay to be eaten, did you?"
Candice blushed, looking down at her feet. "Y-you can
do anything you want," she stammered.
"But you didn't, *did* you?"
Candice shook her head.
"Tell me what you paid for."
"For you-for you," Candice stammered momentarily, then
grabbing Harriet's phallus. "For you to fuck me."
Harriet gasped with Candice's foul language, and
bucked hips in response.
'I've got to stop her from cussing, so I can control
myself,' Harriet thought, pushing Candice onto the
counter and lifting up the girl's black robe and
exposing a cute little tuft of black hair and a pair
of large plump with fat nipples.
Harriet palmed Candice's breasts, bunching them up and
tweaking her stiff nipples. She was jealous of their
size and she couldn't seem to get enough of them
either.
Candice's mouth parted into an O, as she gasped from
these new sensations. Her legs parted and the lips to
her sex followed suit. The moisture stained her fat
little thighs. "Please fuck me," she gasped.
Harriet hips surged forward, as if she had been
shocked by a cattle-prod. Fumbling with her robe
until her wooden phallus was free; she slid it between
Candice's wet nether lips, coating the mushroom shaped
head.
"Oh God!" Candice moaned, her nipples tightening into
hard little knots, as she felt sparks of pleasure flow
through the wand teasing her sex. "I need it. I need
it so bad. I need it in my pus-"
Harriet quickly reached up and scrunched Candice's
pudgy dimpled cheeks together, silencing her.
"Shhh. . ." she said, inserting a finger into the
girl's mouth. "It might a bit, but I'm going to
take it now. I'm going to take your virginity."
Harriet slowly eased forward, impaling the chubby
dark-haired witch. Candice gasped at the initial
penetration, her mouth parting around Harriet's finger
and giving a squeak of pain as her maidenhead was torn
asunder. By the time Harriet was firmly embedded in
the dark-haired girl's pussy, Candice had wrapped her
short legs around Harriet's back and was eagerly
sucking the finger in her mouth.
Harriet slowly eased all the way out and bent down to
inspect the deflowered girl's pussy. Embarrassed,
Candice reached down to hide her charms, hide the
evidence of her former virginity. "Don't," she
whispered.
"Shhh. . . don't be afraid Candy," Harriet reassured
the girl, as she pulled her hands out of the way.
"Let me see it. Let me see the gift you've given me
and that you can never give to another soul."
Candice relented, allowing Harriet to spread her legs
and then the very lips of her sex. "Oh God," she
gasped in disbelief and carnal pleasure as Harriet
licked the thin trail of blood from her thigh and the
cleaned the traces of it from her damp sex. She was
in heaven, but she needed more. She yearned to be
penetrated, impaled, taken, and fucked. "Fuck me
Harriet. Please, I need it. Fuck me. Just fuck me."
Harriet was already turned on beyond belief, but the
filthy words Candice uttered drove her to the brink of
orgasm and left her hanging at the edge of the
precipice, but failed to grant her the release of
falling. She pushed herself up, kissed the with
crimson laced lips.
"Shhhh-" Harriet said. "Don't talk like that. Good
girl's get treated nice."
Then she thrust into her with one brutal stroke,
embedding the wand to the hilt. "And bad get
punished."
Candice yelped in discomfort at the sudden
penetration. Then she settled down as Harriet gently
fucked her. Her hands moved up and down her body,
caressing herself. Her hips thrust gently back and
forth with each stroke.
'God, this is heaven. This is what I've been waiting
for,' she thought, as her hands moved through her
hair, moved down lifting her large breasts, before
settling on her nipples. Black fingernails gently
traced the eraser-like nubs. There was a moment's
hesitation and then she grabbed them and tugged them
roughly, before letting go, causing them to jiggle as
they settled down.
Harriet moaned, licking her lips in response to the
girl's wanton display.
Candice saw the heat and response in Harriet's eyes.
She did it again, loving it as Harriet plunged into
her with a particularly brutal thrust. She bit her
lower lip, looked at Harriet, and with a gleam of
wickedness in her eyes, her lower lip released and the
word "Fuck," rolled off her tongue.
Some people can say fuck in such a way that it doesn't
sound like a cussword at all. Some people can say it
in such a way that you know they are disappointed or
hurt. Yet, Candice said it in such a way that to
listen to it, it was the vilest and nastiest word
there was. She said it in such a way that images of
whores down on their knees as they earned their money,
exotic dancers doing a lap dance, or Roman orgies were
brought to mind.
Harriet thrust. The sound of their bodies colliding
gave a wet smack and Candice's lurched and
then trembled to a stop.
"Fuck!" Candice spat again.
Harriet met it with another thrust, pounding the
chubby girl, her body divorcing itself from her mind.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck!" Candice grunted. Every fuck was met
with a pounding, surging thrust. She loved it; the
pain and pleasure becoming one.
Harriet knew Candice was unaware of the state she had
put her in, but she had to do something to stop her.
Had to shut her up before she was driven mad from the
maddening aching inside her pussy. She pulled the
short off, turned her around, pushed face down on
the table.
"That's it," Candice cried. "Give it to me. Fuck me
hard!"
Harriet grabbed her by her short and mashed
her face into the flour sack on the table - anything
to shut her up. She fucked the short girl, pounding
her from behind, causing flour fly in all directions.
Candice stopped cussing. Instead, she issued a sharp
cry, more like a yelp really, with every thrust of the
phallus. She could feel a pressure growing in her
cunt, but she was too oblivious to even know that she
was getting ready to for the first time.
Harriet was oblivious too. Forgotten were her plans
of getting to the bottom of Paige's murder or getting
thrown out of this dreadful school. Instead, she was
enraptured by Candice's plump bottom as it jiggled
with every thrust and watching the girl's pink labia
as they distended, clinging to the wooden wand as she
withdrew.
"Ugh-ugh-ugh," Candice cried louder and louder with
every thrust. She pushed back against Harriet,
lifting her legs from the ground; spread her thighs
with her toes curling. She gave a long drawn out wail
as her orgasm hit. For a moment, it felt like her
pussy was a bright light of pure pleasure shining
through her body.
In the cafeteria, conversations stopped as they heard
the cry. Those that stopped looked in the direction
of the kitchen, where someone was obviously getting
fucked - and getting fucked well.
Back in the pantry, Harriet hurriedly pulled Candice's
black robe down her unmoving body, tucked the wand
back in her briefs and dusted herself off.
"Come on Candy," Harriet said, pulling Candice by her
shoulders. "Let's go."
Candice stood up on her wobbly legs, pulling her
sweaty hair out of her eyes, and wiping the flour from
her face. "Wow," she said, allowing herself to be
pulled back toward the cafeteria. "Harriet . . . .can
we - can we do that again?"
Harriet reached over and pushed Candice's handing
bangs behind her ear. "Maybe," she said. "But,
there's something I need first."
"I-I don't have any more money," Candice said. "But,
I can see if I can get some from home."
"I'm not talking about money," Harriet said, wondering
what she should ask for. She needed to get out, avoid
getting killed, solve a murder, be with Chloe, and
have an orgasm, and not necessarily in that order.
She wondered which of these Candice would even be able
to help her with and decided. "What I need is a map.
A map of Frogwart's. All of Frogwart's."
"But, I don't know where a map like that-" Candice
began, only to be pushed against the wall and forcibly
kissed.
Harriet pulled back, licking her lips and tasting
flour. "You'll find it," she said, opening the door
to the cafeteria. Candice nodded, her big brown eyes
hopeful, as she ducked beneath Harriet's arm and
walked into the silent cafeteria, with every eye
looking at her with a mixture of shock and jealousy.
Candice's already rosy cheeks, burned a little
brighter. None of her classmates failed to notice the
handprints left on her arse and bottom - evidence left
by Harriet and white flour on the black robe. She
made her way to the other blackrobes and sat meekly at
their table.
Harriet watched out of the corner of her eye, trying
to appear nonchalant about the whole affair. At first
the other blackrobes looked at Candice in shocked
disbelief. Then one of the said something to
Candice, Candice replied, and all most of the other
blackrobes moved in close to hear her. Eventually,
they all crowded around her as she told her tale, with
furtive looks in Harriet's direction.
'Yes,' Harriet thought. 'I'm going to be very busy.
I wonder how long it will take for them to throw me
out now.'
To be continued. . .
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