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“Finally that blond weirdo is gone. I’ve had to wait for her to leave before I could start.” Ginny told the immobile Hermione. To start what? Hermione got really nervous now. What would that girl do to her? Ginny placed her heel on Hermione’s head and slowly started to add pressure. She couldn’t move her body because of the spell - but she was still able to feel pain. It felt like Ginny’s heel would pierce her skull any moment, she would already scream from pain if she could.

“Alright, let’s start with the preparations!” Ginny said, while pleasurably rubbing her heel on Hermione’s head. Then she started to remove Hermione’s robe. Once she was finished with that, she placed the motionless Hermione laying across two seats, with her face facing the backrest. Then she carefully covered her from her toes to shoulders with the robe. For anyone who’d enter it would appear that Hermione was sleeping.

“Well,” Ginny said, “I’ll get some stuff we’ll need. Don’t run away till that!” With these words she turned off the lights and closed the cabin door.

What “stuff” would Ginny need? What would she do to her? Slowly, but certainly, panic crept up Hermione’s spine. She desperately tried to move, but her body wouldn’t react, regardless of her efforts. She was helpless. Helplessly trapped and to the mercy of that goddamned Weasley kid!

Hermione didn’t know how much time had passed when the door was opened again. Had Ginny returned?

“Hermione?”

That wasn’t Ginny’s voice! It was Luna’s! Hermione tried to make some kind of sound, she had to get Luna to realize that she wasn’t sleeping but petrified in a full-body-bind!

Hermione heard Luna’s footsteps coming closer. ’Damn it!’ she thought. ’Move, goddamn it! Move!’

Her body didn’t respond as Luna came closer. ’Look at my face Luna, my face! Look. My eyes are open! Please, I’m not sleeping, I’m under Ginny’s spell, please help me!’ Hermione begged in thoughts. Luna grabbed her shoulder and cautiously shook her. “Hermione? Are you awake?” ’Yes I’m awake, undo that spell! Please!’ Hermione thought, however, her body didn’t react to Luna’s question. “I see.” Luna whispered. Then Hermione heard her footsteps as she left to the door. ’No Luna, please don’t go! No!’

Hermione was close to tears as Luna left. What would Ginny do to her once she came back? What would she bring with her? The only thing she knew was that she was to the mercy of that unpredictable girl. The trembling uncertainty was hardly bearable. The only thing Hermione could do was wait...helplessly.

As the door was opened again, Hermione already feared she would know who was standing there. And that fear was legitimate, as it was Ginny.  Without saying a word, she removed the robe that covered Hermione and grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back, crossing each other. Then Ginny started wrapping duct tape around them, about five rounds between her hands and across her wrists, then five times across that, around her wrists, right above her hands.

Once Ginny was done with Hermione’s hands, she moved over to her feet and wrapped tape around her ankles as well as right above and below her knees. Hermione was confused. Why restrain her like that if she couldn’t move because of the spell anyway?

“You know, the full-body-bind is a spell I’ve never really mastered. Its effect will fade away soon. That’s why I have to tie you up for further treatment.” Ginny answered, as if she had read the Gryffindor student’s thoughts.

Hermione tried to move her feet and indeed she was able to wiggle her toes a bit. She kept trying to get her muscles respond and found that the spell’s effect wore out more and more as time passed. Ginny didn’t care about her and randomly rifled through Hermione’s suitcases. Finally Hermione was able to move her jaw and tongue again and thus she was able to speak, even though it was a mere whisper. “Why?” She muttered. Ginny turned her head in Hermione’s direction. “Why did you attack me like that?”

Ginny grinned. “You’ll see soon enough...” She answered as she started go approach Hermione, who tried to move away from her – to no avail. She still wasn’t able to move quickly and in addition to that she was securely taped up.

“What…are you going to do with me?” she asked while she struggled in vain.

“You’ll see, just be patient…” Ginny said with an ominous smile on her face. Hermione noticed something in Ginny’s hand, though she couldn’t make out what it was. She shivered as Ginny lay down on top of her. “From now on, you’ll address me as ‘Mistress’!” the redhead whispered into her ear.

“What? No wa –mmph!“  Hermione attempted to answer back but Ginny quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

“Too bad, I won’t accept no as an answer…” While saying that Ginny revealed the thing she was holding in her other hand. It was a pair of panties!  She must’ve taken it out of Hermione’s suitcase a minute ago. Hermione had a bad feeling about this.

Then everything happened quickly. Ginny moved her hand away from Hermione’s mouth and pulled at her hair. As soon as Hermione opened her mouth to scream in pain she stuffed the panties in and quickly sealed it with one more strip of silver duct tape.

“NMMMMGH! Hmmph hmm hrrph!”

Grossed out by her panty-gag Hermione started so squirm in her bonds, kicking her feet, screaming into her gag. But of course it was wasted effort, she wouldn’t get free that easily and she knew it.

After few minutes of struggling the Gryffindor witch gave up. She was already exhausted and was breathing heavily. Her attempts to get free had worn her out even quicker because of Ginny’s additional weight.

“You had enough yet Granger?” The redhead asked mockingly while she stood up, releasing her captive from her weight.

”Hff...hfff…hrrmph!” was Hermione’s garbled response. Suddenly she felt two hands grabbing her skirt and starting to pull. She couldn’t even react before the black cloth had slipped all the way down her legs and was tossed on the floor.

Hermione shouted into her gag angrily but Ginny didn’t even bother and forcefully turned her around, so she was lying on the seats face up. She glared at her tormentor, who was just smiling mischievous. “Nice panties, Granger!” she commented, “Pink sure looks good on you!”

Hermione pulled up her legs, trying to block Ginny’s view at her bright pink underwear. “My, how cute, are you blushing?” the redhead mocked her captive. Her smile widened. “Well, let’s see if the bra matches!”

With that said Ginny ripped Hermione’s shirt open, revealing her indeed matching pink bra. Hermione squirmed and struggled in embarrassment, but Ginny pinned her down. “My, those are even bigger than they look under your shirt!” Ginny stated about Hermione’s breasts. Hermione closed her eyes tightly and struggled even harder. It was just too embarrassing!

“Why so persistent, Granger?” Ginny asked, “You think some famous, black haired, green eyed guy is going to save you?”

“Hmrrrrph!” Hermione glared at Ginny. The Weasley girl knew that she was fascinated by the story of Harry Potter and made fun of it at every single opportunity – even now.

“However, we both know that won’t happen.” Ginny continued while taking her hands behind her back and twiddling with something at the back of her neck. Just now Hermione realized Ginny had been wearing a leather collar all the time, which she was now taking off. Without any further words she forced it around Hermione’s neck and buckled it tightly yet carefully to not cut off her prey’s breath.

When she was done, Ginny forced Hermione to sit up by pulling at the D-ring attached to the collar. She smiled at the bound witch. “You are to my mercy, girl!” she whispered, “And I’m not known for being merciful…” when she had said that she forced Hermione down onto the cold floor of the carriage.

Ginny obviously enjoyed looking at Hermione’s eyes, which were filled with fear. What would she do next? She already had Hermione tied up, gagged and stripped. What would that horrible girl do next? Hermione tried to hide her fear, but she seemed to fail at it, as Ginny giggled while she took off her shoes.

When Ginny had finished getting rid of her shoes, she stood up and placed one of her nylon-covered feet over Hermione’s eyes. “You’ll see, Granger…” she announced, “You’ll come to realize that you’re way below me! You’re nothing but dirt compared to me!” While saying that she placed her foot on Hermione’s nose, forcing her to smell it. Hermione got a bit dizzy by the mixture of perfume and sweat.

Ginny finally took her foot off Hermione’s face and touched the D-ring on the collar with her wand. A thin yet strong leash appeared between the metal ring and the tip of the wand. Ginny moved the wand about two meters away from the collar and yanked it to cut off the leash to the determined length. Then she pulled at the leash, forcing Hermione in a sitting position again. At the same time she cut the tape around her ankles with her wand. She moved her face closer to Hermione’s, still grinning. “Now, Granger…how about a little walk?”

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“Finally that blond weirdo is gone. I’ve had to wait for her to leave before I could start.” Ginny told the immobile Hermione. To start what? Hermione got really nervous now. What would that girl do to her? Ginny placed her heel on Hermione’s head and slowly started to add pressure. She couldn’t move her body because of the spell - but she was still able to feel pain. It felt like Ginny’s heel would pierce her skull any moment, she would already scream from pain if she could.

“Alright, let’s start with the preparations!” Ginny said, while pleasurably rubbing her heel on Hermione’s head. Then she started to remove Hermione’s robe. Once she was finished with that, she placed the motionless Hermione laying across two seats, with her face facing the backrest. Then she carefully covered her from her toes to shoulders with the robe. For anyone who’d enter it would appear that Hermione was sleeping.

“Well,” Ginny said, “I’ll get some stuff we’ll need. Don’t run away till that!” With these words she turned off the lights and closed the cabin door.

What “stuff” would Ginny need? What would she do to her? Slowly, but certainly, panic crept up Hermione’s spine. She desperately tried to move, but her body wouldn’t react, regardless of her efforts. She was helpless. Helplessly trapped and to the mercy of that goddamned Weasley kid!

Hermione didn’t know how much time had passed when the door was opened again. Had Ginny returned?

“Hermione?”

That wasn’t Ginny’s voice! It was Luna’s! Hermione tried to make some kind of sound, she had to get Luna to realize that she wasn’t sleeping but petrified in a full-body-bind!

Hermione heard Luna’s footsteps coming closer. ’Damn it!’ she thought. ’Move, goddamn it! Move!’

Her body didn’t respond as Luna came closer. ’Look at my face Luna, my face! Look. My eyes are open! Please, I’m not sleeping, I’m under Ginny’s spell, please help me!’ Hermione begged in thoughts. Luna grabbed her shoulder and cautiously shook her. “Hermione? Are you awake?” ’Yes I’m awake, undo that spell! Please!’ Hermione thought, however, her body didn’t react to Luna’s question. “I see.” Luna whispered. Then Hermione heard her footsteps as she left to the door. ’No Luna, please don’t go! No!’

Hermione was close to tears as Luna left. What would Ginny do to her once she came back? What would she bring with her? The only thing she knew was that she was to the mercy of that unpredictable girl. The trembling uncertainty was hardly bearable. The only thing Hermione could do was wait...helplessly.

As the door was opened again, Hermione already feared she would know who was standing there. And that fear was legitimate, as it was Ginny.  Without saying a word, she removed the robe that covered Hermione and grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back, crossing each other. Then Ginny started wrapping duct tape around them, about five rounds between her hands and across her wrists, then five times across that, around her wrists, right above her hands.

Once Ginny was done with Hermione’s hands, she moved over to her feet and wrapped tape around her ankles as well as right above and below her knees. Hermione was confused. Why restrain her like that if she couldn’t move because of the spell anyway?

“You know, the full-body-bind is a spell I’ve never really mastered. Its effect will fade away soon. That’s why I have to tie you up for further treatment.” Ginny answered, as if she had read the Gryffindor student’s thoughts.

Hermione tried to move her feet and indeed she was able to wiggle her toes a bit. She kept trying to get her muscles respond and found that the spell’s effect wore out more and more as time passed. Ginny didn’t care about her and randomly rifled through Hermione’s suitcases. Finally Hermione was able to move her jaw and tongue again and thus she was able to speak, even though it was a mere whisper. “Why?” She muttered. Ginny turned her head in Hermione’s direction. “Why did you attack me like that?”

Ginny grinned. “You’ll see soon enough...” She answered as she started go approach Hermione, who tried to move away from her – to no avail. She still wasn’t able to move quickly and in addition to that she was securely taped up.

“What…are you going to do with me?” she asked while she struggled in vain.

“You’ll see, just be patient…” Ginny said with an ominous smile on her face. Hermione noticed something in Ginny’s hand, though she couldn’t make out what it was. She shivered as Ginny lay down on top of her. “From now on, you’ll address me as ‘Mistress’!” the redhead whispered into her ear.

“What? No wa –mmph!“  Hermione attempted to answer back but Ginny quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

“Too bad, I won’t accept no as an answer…” While saying that Ginny revealed the thing she was holding in her other hand. It was a pair of panties!  She must’ve taken it out of Hermione’s suitcase a minute ago. Hermione had a bad feeling about this.

Then everything happened quickly. Ginny moved her hand away from Hermione’s mouth and pulled at her hair. As soon as Hermione opened her mouth to scream in pain she stuffed the panties in and quickly sealed it with one more strip of silver duct tape.

“NMMMMGH! Hmmph hmm hrrph!”

Grossed out by her panty-gag Hermione started so squirm in her bonds, kicking her feet, screaming into her gag. But of course it was wasted effort, she wouldn’t get free that easily and she knew it.

After few minutes of struggling the Gryffindor witch gave up. She was already exhausted and was breathing heavily. Her attempts to get free had worn her out even quicker because of Ginny’s additional weight.

“You had enough yet Granger?” The redhead asked mockingly while she stood up, releasing her captive from her weight.

”Hff...hfff…hrrmph!” was Hermione’s garbled response. Suddenly she felt two hands grabbing her skirt and starting to pull. She couldn’t even react before the black cloth had slipped all the way down her legs and was tossed on the floor.

Hermione shouted into her gag angrily but Ginny didn’t even bother and forcefully turned her around, so she was lying on the seats face up. She glared at her tormentor, who was just smiling mischievous. “Nice panties, Granger!” she commented, “Pink sure looks good on you!”

Hermione pulled up her legs, trying to block Ginny’s view at her bright pink underwear. “My, how cute, are you blushing?” the redhead mocked her captive. Her smile widened. “Well, let’s see if the bra matches!”

With that said Ginny ripped Hermione’s shirt open, revealing her indeed matching pink bra. Hermione squirmed and struggled in embarrassment, but Ginny pinned her down. “My, those are even bigger than they look under your shirt!” Ginny stated about Hermione’s breasts. Hermione closed her eyes tightly and struggled even harder. It was just too embarrassing!

“Why so persistent, Granger?” Ginny asked, “You think some famous, black haired, green eyed guy is going to save you?”

“Hmrrrrph!” Hermione glared at Ginny. The Weasley girl knew that she was fascinated by the story of Harry Potter and made fun of it at every single opportunity – even now.

“However, we both know that won’t happen.” Ginny continued while taking her hands behind her back and twiddling with something at the back of her neck. Just now Hermione realized Ginny had been wearing a leather collar all the time, which she was now taking off. Without any further words she forced it around Hermione’s neck and buckled it tightly yet carefully to not cut off her prey’s breath.

When she was done, Ginny forced Hermione to sit up by pulling at the D-ring attached to the collar. She smiled at the bound witch. “You are to my mercy, girl!” she whispered, “And I’m not known for being merciful…” when she had said that she forced Hermione down onto the cold floor of the carriage.

Ginny obviously enjoyed looking at Hermione’s eyes, which were filled with fear. What would she do next? She already had Hermione tied up, gagged and stripped. What would that horrible girl do next? Hermione tried to hide her fear, but she seemed to fail at it, as Ginny giggled while she took off her shoes.

When Ginny had finished getting rid of her shoes, she stood up and placed one of her nylon-covered feet over Hermione’s eyes. “You’ll see, Granger…” she announced, “You’ll come to realize that you’re way below me! You’re nothing but dirt compared to me!” While saying that she placed her foot on Hermione’s nose, forcing her to smell it. Hermione got a bit dizzy by the mixture of perfume and sweat.

Ginny finally took her foot off Hermione’s face and touched the D-ring on the collar with her wand. A thin yet strong leash appeared between the metal ring and the tip of the wand. Ginny moved the wand about two meters away from the collar and yanked it to cut off the leash to the determined length. Then she pulled at the leash, forcing Hermione in a sitting position again. At the same time she cut the tape around her ankles with her wand. She moved her face closer to Hermione’s, still grinning. “Now, Granger…how about a little walk?”