'Why is he doing this to me?!'
Hermione thought in near desperation, although she knew very well why he was doing it.
Because he could – and because he knew how hot it made her.
"I'll... I'll just go to the bathroom," She said weakly and left the room, still holding the mirror...which seemed very odd to both Jane and Wendell, but they didn't question it any further.
If only she'd worn pants with pockets, it wouldn't have been so obvious!
But, Lucifer preferred her in skirts...
Out in the bathroom, she got the t-shirt off, revealing a sexy, black bra.
Her modest skirt quickly ended up on the floor as well, showing a matching thong, hardly covering her private parts.
Using her wand to activate the mirror, Hermione recorded several pictures of herself, posing for the greatest possible effect.
Bending over, showing a cleavage Lucifer could get lost in, side-ways, catching her ass and her tits, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, pressing the fascinating globes together.
One where she was sucking on her finger, bringing to mind something else she often sucked on...
And for the grand finale, Hermione knelt down and held the mirror up above her, looking up at 'Lucifer' from her usual slave-girl position.
"There. That should satisfy him... for now," she mumbled, as she sent the pictures, one after the other, to her demanding and very-horny boyfriend.
Well, she couldn't complain either in that regard.
Feeling happy with herself and very aroused, Hermione put her clothes on and went back out to Jane, smiling pleasantly at the suspicious girl – who didn't know just what she was suspicious of...
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The woman was sexy in a slutty, almost vulgar come-fuck-me way.
She looked to be around forty, disguising her first grey hairs with a dye-job and the wrinkles around her eyes with heavy, black eye-liner and mascara.
Her blood-red lips were wrapped around a long, fat cock belonging to a guy around half her age who groaned loudly as he thrust his cock into her unprotected face again and again – accompanied by her even louder moans of pleasure.
She was kneeling in what was supposed to be her own bedroom, the buttons of her white shirt ripped open by his eager hands, her bra pulled down below her massive tits, so her hard nipples were easily accessible, should her young lover or his friend desire their use.
The young guy pulled out of her, and immediately she turned to his 'friend' looking longingly at his hard cock.
"More," she moaned and wobbled towards him on her knees.
Her balance was somewhat off, due to the fact her hands were cuffed behind her back, making her in effect a 'MILF in chains'.
She reached her goal, the cock of the second guy and engulfed it in her warm, wet mouth, while he smiled down at the old whore at his feet and grabbed a hold of her hair.
Hermione was on her back in bed, looking at the mature woman degrading herself for cock, while her hand was busy between her legs.
The scene was incredibly sexy to the mature woman who could easily put herself in the slutty place.
If Lucifer was able to pull off making his clone like he promised her, Hermione knew she could very well end up in the same position as this wanton woman ('Tiffany Lust', the titles had said).
And, that was a very arousing thought indeed.
A little scary, perhaps, but very arousing.
Her only hope was to find something in hundreds of years of vault, that previously belonged to the Ambrosius family, the real creator of Time-turners.
Hermione had a feeling if there wasn't, that boy could do something very awesome, if he put just his mind on it.
She had a slight idea of using Duplication charm, but it's not possible to make his body move.
Jane had left about ten minutes ago saying goodnight, and immediately Hermione had shed her clothes, locked the door and found the film, she received from his mirror, intending to follow Lucifer's orders to the letter.
She'd strapped her pink collar from Hospital wing earlier, around her neck and welcomed the restraining feel of the leather for what it was: a sign of her devotion to Lucifer.
Hermione internally hoped, he would take the damn hint, and do it with one of his own.
Next came a pair of black shoes to satisfy her boyfriend's demands.
While watching the blonde woman get cuffed, stripped and fucked in the face, her right hand had begun playing with her wet pussy, still 'covered' by the flimsy thong.
Her clit was begging for attention, and she was only too happy to provide it, teasing and rubbing it, filling her entire body with warm feelings of pure lust.
She pulled the bra down below her tits, just like Tiffany's and her left hand pinched her hard nipples, adding to her arousal.
"Mhm..." Hermione moaned gently, her attention split between her own excitement and Tiffany's degrading treatment on the screen.
Suddenly, (probably on cue from the director) the two hung guys picked her up, one carrying her by her shoulders, the other having a solid grip around her thighs, while she squealed half-hearted protests.
They put her down, rather ungently, on a bed, laying her on her stomach.
The guy at her front, pulled her head backwards with a grip of her long blonde hair and put his cock back in her mouth, while the other managed to get in a position where he could fuck her wet, willing cunt.
It didn't take them more than a few seconds before their huge cocks were being forced into her from both ends.
Though her moans were muffled by the dick being thrust down her throat by an impatient young man, Hermione was certain she was enjoying herself.
Her own orgasm was building very quickly, fuelled by the fact that she hadn't been allowed to cum earlier – and the fact that she knew she wasn't allowed now!
While still playing with her clit, she thrust a finger into her warmth, rubbing her sensitive pussy-walls.
"Oooh... almost there, almost...!" Hermione moaned, as she increased the speed and power, rubbing herself to a near-orgasmic state.
Only through sheer force of will was she able to take her hand off again, leaving her protesting pussy alone – where the need instantly doubled.
She had to shut her eyes to block out the scene on the television... she was so close, she might cum without touching herself – and she dared not fail her master in this!
He had earlier threatened her with a chastity-belt, and she wasn't totally sure if he had been joking or not.
Better not risk it! Her arse was already stompered with a plug.
Her glass dildo lying inside her bag, that she used to practice for a real buggering. Make the hole wider, even more so than her plug.
"Oh my God..." Hermione sighed, as she looked at the clock.
It had taken her just over a minute to get to that aroused state where she couldn't hold her orgasm back anymore... and she had to keep doing it for a full fifteen minutes!
"He's so deviant," Hermione told herself, realising that this was more than a punishment.
It was a lesson, taught to her because she had complained about not being allowed to cum.
She sighed heavily, opened her eyes to see how the cuffed milf was being fucked in mouth and cunt, getting a hard spanking from the guy in her rear-end.
Hermione put her hand on her clit again, vowing to take it slower this time... and never, ever complain about not cumming again!
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