Harriet Hotter Ch. 15
by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com
(FF, denial, humiliation)
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or
offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
(c) 2003 Couture
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"What the fuck's going on here?" It was Betsy, a
fellow member of the gray robe's Macrosse team.
But was obvious what was going on. "Please . . . ugh.
. . please," Heather panted. She was on the bed, her
ankles on either side of her pretty blonde-haired
head. The girl holding them there was covered by a
sheen of sweat. Beneath her mass curly dark sweat
drenched hair, her face was screwed up in anguish.
Her eyes danced. Her pelvis slapped loudly against
the blonde girl's mound. She was so *close*.
The girl was Harriet.
"No more," Heather grunted. "Ugh, please no more.
Someone please. Just get her off of me."
Betsy tried, but she wasn't able to do it alone. It
took three gray robes to finally pull Harriet off her
roommate.
"No, I'm too close," Harriet begged. "Just one more
minute."
"We trusted you." Betsy shot Heather a withering
glare. "And you blew it. You just had to screw
around with her didn't you?"
"It wasn't me," Heather retorted. "I swear. Those
black robes must have hexed her somehow. Look at it,
the size of her. . ."
Betsy blushed, yes she had seen it. How could she
not? Harriet's nipples were swollen and enlarged, but
that wasn't what she was thinking about. No, she was
thinking about the other . . .down below. It was so
large and it really couldn't be called a clit anymore,
it was more like a cock. It might be fun to - no,
Betsy shook her head to clear away the dirty thoughts.
They had a game to win.
"Can she still play?" Betsy asked, looking doubtful.
"I don't even know how she has the strength to walk
after what she did to me last night," Heather replied,
while using her wand to heal her aching sex and arse.
She glanced over and saw that Harriet was practically
molesting one of the girls holding her. "Get her in
the shower . . . a *cold* one!"
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Later, after her team mates had gotten the story from
Harriet about what had caused the swelling in her more
intimate regions, the girls set about trying to find a
cure. The more academically inclined girls tried
their spell-books, while the more magically inclined
took a more direct approach. Neither was going well.
Harriet sat naked on the bed with her legs spread
wide. Her sex glistened in the morning light. Her
enlarged clit pulsed with a life of its own. Seven
other gray-robed classmates crowded around her.
"My turn - my turn," the red haired junior witch said,
tracing the rune with her wand and pointing it at
Harriet's sex. "Microrentee!"
"That feel any better?" asked Betsy.
"Ewwww yeah," Harriet groaned through her pouting
lips. Her fingers delved down and frigged her wet sex
before moving up to stroke up and down her enlarged
clit. "Zap me. Oh baby, zap me again, mmmmm. . ."
"Nothings happening. If anything, it might be
bigger," said Betsy.
"Let me try. I have an idea," Sedella blurted. Her
face obviously flushed in arousal as she pointed her
wand at Harriet's sex. Unfortunately her wand came
within Harriet's reach. She grabbed it and pushed the
tip into her sex, moved it in and out, fucking herself
with it.
"That's it Sedella," Harriet moaned. "Give it to me.
Zap me good. Come on . . . I want to feel you do it
inside me."
Sedella looked questioningly at Heather, who just
shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyebrows. "What
spell were you planning to do?"
"It's ahh . . ." Sedella's gaze kept glancing down at
Harriet's very wet sex and engorged clit. Watching as
Harriet fucked herself on the slim wooden wand.
"Ahhh- it's a numbing spell."
"You heard the girl," Heather said. "Give it to her."
"Let go of my wand so I can trace the rune Harriet,"
Sedella said, but was totally ignored by Harriet, who
seemed to be trying to perform some magic of her own.
A trick called, making the wand disappear.
"I said, *let go*!" Sedella had to pry Harriet's
fingers off the wand.
"Okeedoekee," Harriet giggled. She was far too horny
to be a very good patient. She propped one foot on
Sedella's shoulder and the other slid into the girl's
robe. "But give it to me. Give it to me good."
Sedella's brow furrowed in concentration as she
attempted the spell. It was hard forming the rune
with the wand buried in Harriet's juicy sex as it was,
but Sedella did her best. She tried to remember the
words to the spell, but couldn't. Instead her
concentration was shattered as Harriet worked her
dexterous toes beneath Sedella's robe and tweaked the
young witch's nipple.
"Somebody hold her legs," Sedella said, her whining
voice dripping exasperation and arousal. "I can't . .
. I can't concentrate with the things she's ah- doing
with her toes."
Finally Harriet's legs were secured by the other
grayrobes.
"Okay, here goes . . ." Sedella began.
"No don't!" Candice yelled from the door.
Sedella never got the spell off. She was too busy
helping the other gray-robes relieve Candice of her
wand and unceremoniously dump the small blackrobe in
front of Harriet wide-spread legs.
"Hey Cutie-Candy," said Harriet.
"Harriet, I came just as soon as I heard." Candice
said, still breathing hard from running non-stop from
the black-robe's hall.
"What did you bitches do to Harriet," Betsy demanded,
jabbing Candice in the back with her wand.
"*I* didn't do anything." Candice pleaded. Then to
Harriet. "You've got to believe me Harriet. I never
knew. I swear."
"I believe you Cutie-Candy," Harriet said deliriously.
"But right now . . . the most important thing is . . .
I need to cum. And I need to come really really bad.
If I don't cum soon. . . .I think I'm going to be as
crazy as a hatter. A hotter hatter hee-hee!"
Heather took out her wand and placed it directly
between Candice's eyes. Her voice was as cold as
steel. "You better hope to God you can spell her
back."
"I brought the antidote," Candice said, reaching into
her satchel and pulling out the jar of goo that
Lovelle had used on Harriet. "Oh God, I'm going to be
in so much trouble if the other girls find out."
"Sex juice!" Betsy exclaimed. "That stuff's illegal."
"You think?" Candice asked sarcastically. "Anyway, it
isn't *just* sex juice. This stuff's been hexed up so
that the more magic use to undo it, the worse the
effects."
"So, instead of helping. . ." Sedella began.
"You were just making it worse," finished Candice.
"But worse feels so good. Mmmmm. . ." Harriet moaned
as she tugged her enlarged clitoris between two
fingers. "I just need to cum. Just once. Oh, just
one time and I'll won't ask for anything else ever
again. Oh-please-please-please, I've been a good girl
girl this year Santa."
"You haven't climaxed?" Candice asked in disbelief.
That wasn't what should be happening after being
exposed to sexjuice.
"Not even once sweet Candy," Harriet giggled
hysterically. "I need to get home to Chloe. You see,
I'm being punished - punished for cheating on Chloe."
"Something's wrong," Candice told the other girls.
"She should be climaxing uncontrollably or maybe she's
delirious with sex juice fever. Well, the only thing
I know to do, is try to reverse the hex."
Candice opened the jar and cast a spell on the
contents, "Reversie!" before taking out a dollop.
"Well, here goes nothing."
But, Heather stopped the young witch before she could
touch Harriet. "Wait just a minute. How do we know
we can trust you, black robe?" she said, arching an
eyebrow.
Candice looked around at the gray-robe witches
gathered around her. She was clearly outnumbered and
she really didn't blame the girls for not trusting
her. Not after what her fellow black-robes had done.
She blushed a deep crimson when she realized what she
had to do. Her slimy green fingers snuck beneath her
robe and she gave a slight gasp as they slid along the
grove of her sex.
"It's safe," said Betsy.
Heather grinned slyly. "But, how do we *really* know
she's doing anything? She might just be pretending."
"Oh!" Candice gave a start as her black robe was
stripped off by the two gray-robes behind her. She
looked around in disbelief at the stern stares of the
gray-robed witches around her. Surely they couldn't
possible think. . .
"Do it," Betsy ordered.
"But-but," Candice stammered. This wasn't going as
she had planned. Not even close. With trembling
fingers she doled out another dollop of goo. Her hand
returned to her sex, and with thighs pressed tightly
together in a vain attempt to preserve her modesty,
she rubbed her fingers along her rapidly blossoming
sex.
"Inside too," ordered Heather, pushing the young black
robe's thighs apart with her wand.
Blushing furiously, Candice gave a grunt at the
initial penetration. The goo was cold, but God she
felt so hot. She was sweating under the stern glares
of the surrounding gray robes. Harriet lay in front
of her, naked, sexy legs spread wide, clit standing
erect, almost beckoning her. Candice's eyes rolled
back into her head in pleasure. Oh God, what would
these girls think of her? She bit her lip to suppress
her moan.
"Are you satisfied now?" Betsy asked Heather. She
acted like she was all business, but Heather could see
the flush of her cheeks.
"No yet," Heather said. "I want to see inside. Make
sure she's not swelling."
"Good idea," said Sedella, crowding in close.
"Girls, we've got a game. . ." Betsy urged, but her
protests stilled immediately as Candice spread
herself, baring the insides of her green gooey sex.
"Your clit too," Heather ordered.
Poor Candice had no resistance left. With one hand
stretching her nether lips, she pulled up with the
other beckoning forth her pink pearl.
"Pull on it," Harriet breathed, causing everyone to
turn and look at their forgotten team leader. "Let's
see if it's growing."
"Please," Candice's voice trembled. "Oh- oh - God,"
she groaned as she tugged on her tiny nubbin of
pleasure.
"I think it's growing," Sedella said in a hushed
voice, from her kneeling position, her head only a
short distance from Candice's crotch.
"No-I'm just - I'm just Oh God- Oh shit - ugh. . ."
Candice's body bucked as a small orgasm ran though
her. Did the fool girl not understand that what was
happening had nothing to do with the green goo, but
everything to do with having to touch herself in front
of an audience? Worse, doing kneeling in front of
Harriet's long lean legs and large throbbing clit.
"A black robed perv," Heather finished for her.
"Shut up Heather," said Harriet. To Candice: "It's
okay Candy. I trust you. Do me now baby. Do me real
good."
"Here," Sedella volunteered, reaching for the
container of goo. "I'll do it."
"No you won't either," Candice held it fast. She was a
little weak from her orgasm, but she held her ground.
"I'm the one who brought it." Her slimy finger
reached for Harriet's enlarged clit. At last she
could touch it!
She was timid at first. It was unnatural in
appearance. Harriet's wooden wand had been one thing,
but this, this was something of an entirely different
sort. A tiny pearl that was no longer a tiny pearl,
but instead had transformed into a four inch
cocklette. The flesh of it was pink and silky smooth,
yet it was firm enough to hold its elongated shape.
Candice grew more confident and pumped her fingers up
and down along its length.
"Oh Candy!" Harriet gasped. "Oh baby, that's it. Oh-
oh!" She gasped even louder as she felt herself
penetrated with two other fingers.
The other gray robes stared in rapt attention. The
sight and sounds of Harriet getting masturbated by the
young black robe had dampened every last panty in the
room. A few daring girls attempted to slide a hidden
hand beneath their robes.
'No way, I'm letting her have all the fun,' Sedella
thought, as she took a dollop of the green slime and
proceeded to rub it into Harriet's elongated nipples.
"Ugh-Oh God. . ." Harriet groaned, her body squirming
involuntarily under the girl's administrations. Her
long legs spread wide as she planted her feet on the
bed and thrust her pelvis into the air. "Oh *fuck*
give it to me, Candy. Give it to me!" The sensations
and the stab of pleasure from the profane word set her
body on fire with lust.
Another hand joined in, followed by two more. Soon
Harriet was being poked, stroked and prodded. "Fuck-
fuck-oh fuck. Oh everyone! Everyone fuck me!
Someone ugh - I don't care who. Someone shove your
finger in my arse," Harriet begged, oblivious to
smoking stares from her fellow gray robes. As her
rear was penetrated, Harriet grabbed a spare slime
coated hand, and proceeded to suck on the fingers to
quite her desperate moans. She rode the wave of
pleasure to the brink. It crested so high, she was
afraid of what would happen when it inevitably crashed
down.
Yet somehow, inexplicably, it never did. She wanted
to cry . . . realizing that tears coated her slimy
cheeks. She wanted to rage. She wanted to fuck every
girl in the room, to punish them for her lack of
climax. She grabbed a fistful of Candy's hair. She
would turn her around and fuck her. She would suck
her dry.
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Suddenly, Harriet was no longer in the dormroom. She
was outside in a garden of sorts, but he flowers were
all dead. There was a girl in front of her, but the
girl was naked, bent over at the waist, and firmly
secured in stocks. Her plaintive pleas for mercy were
smothered by the gag stretching her mouth. Her pale
chill bump covered body shivered in the cold morning
air. Angry welts criss-crossed her naked back and
arse.
"Little cunt," Harriet spat. "You know you want it.
Your dirty hole cries for it." She captured the
girl's dripping nectar on a finger and teased her clit
and arse with it, careful not to risk the girl's
virginity. No, whatever happened, that must never be
risked.
A quick flick of her wrist brought the leather strap
down on the girl's back, leaving a terrible mark.
"Wicked cunt," she spat. "You're all the same. You
tempt me now, but I will wait. I can resist your
worthless meat. But never fear, your time draws near
and I'll bleed you soon enough. Now spread your legs
dog, I must prime the pump."
"Ghnooo," the girl cried from around her gag.
The leather strap descended five more times, the last
strike drawing blood, before the girl reluctantly
spread her legs.
"Slut," Harriet's voice dripped with hate. "You're
all the same. Spreading your legs for whoever comes
along. Well . . . here's your reward." Harriet's
old gnarled fingers shoved a thorny black wand capped
with a crystal ball against the girl's mons. The poor
young girl convulsed as if being shocked.
"Guhhhhhh," she groaned. Moisture dripped from her
sex into a puddle on the ground.
"That's it cunt," Harriet spat. "Enjoy it while you
can. . ."
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Harriet opened her eyes with a start. Thank God, she
was back in familiar surroundings. Even though she
knew it was just a daydream - a bizarre fantasy of som
e sort induced by her sexual delirium, she could
almost feel the girl's pain. Worse, the hate she felt
from herself made her feel suddenly cold and dirty.
Not, naughty dirty. It was as if her soul had been
stained. And even though she didn't experience an
orgasm, her thirst for sex had been quenched by the
evil she had felt. All she wanted now was a shower.
"Let me up," Harriet said, pushing the girls away. "I
need a shower."
"Wait," Heather said to Candice. "Are you finished?"
Candice looked up from between Harriet's thighs at
her enlarged clit. She yearned to wrap her lips
around it again. "I guess," she replied.
"It doesn't look any smaller," said Heather.
"Looks friggin' huge," breathed Sedella.
"I'm pretty sure I did the spell right," Candice said,
looking at the other girls for support; instead
finding angry accusing eyes. "I-I'm sure of it. R-r-
really." To Harriet: "How long did it take to get
this big?"
"A few hours." Harriet was already pulling free and
on her way to the shower, oblivious to her state of
nakedness.
"Then it should only be a few hours till she's back to
normal," said Candice.
"We don't have a few hours," said Betsy. "The match
begins in less than an hour."
The gray-robes looked at one another as Harriet left.
"We're screwed," they said in unison.
***********
Harriet took a long shower, but the water failed to
wash away the soiled and dirty feeling she had.
'Well, at least the damn golems are silent,' she
thought. Thankful she didn't have to listen to their
jibes as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her
mons and labia were still swollen, but that wasn't
what drew the eye. Neither were her long and puffy
nipples. No, it was her clit behaved like some sort
of eye magnet. It looked like nothing that should
ever be found on a girl.
Harriet's ruminations were interrupted by the sudden
appearance of yellow eyes in the mirror. "Harriet!"
"Jesus Christ!" Harriet screamed, jumping back,
landing on her ass, and almost peeing herself.
Finally whiskers and a round furry head appeared.
"Got a question for ya toots."
"Argh!" Harriet screamed. "Don't you ever do that
again, you crazy cat!"
"What?" Lucky said innocently.
"You can't just go appearing like that out of
nowhere," Harriet said. "How am I going to get out fo
this mess if I drop dead of a heart attack?"
"I did warn you," Lucky said. "Didn't you see my
eyes?"
Harriet wished she had something to throw at the cat -
something to knock that smug expression right off his
face. "I don't care if you can walk through walls.
You want to talk to me, use a door like everyone
else."
"I'm not going in there," Lucky said, casting a wary
glance at the floor. "It's wet."
Harriet got up and edged sidewise toward a stall.
"Well what is it? What's so important you near about
scared me half to death?"
Lucky looked down at Harriet's crotch with an
expression as close to a smirk as a cat can have.
"Yo, I was just wondering if I should call you Harry
now?"
"Out!" Harriet screamed, as she launched a wet sponge
at the cat. It left a trail of soapy water on the
mirror, but the cat was gone. She prayed it got at
least a little wet.
Harry! The nerve of that cat. And the nerve of those
danged black-robes for pulling a stunt like this.
Didn't they know she had bigger fish to fry than the
Macrosse match? Something evil was on the loose, and
she needed an orgasm, and most of all, she needed to
go back home. But, Harriet knew one thing was for
certain. She was going to beat the Black robes today.
Whatever it took.
To be continued. . .
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