Chapter 2 - House Rules

“Excuse me, Hermione? You got a moment?”
 
The library was supposed to be her safe haven. Even if it was where she’d met him, that didn’t change the fact that it was the one place where Hermione Granger could lose herself in her studies, where the stares and whispers which had slowly grown in volume ever since that afternoon in the Quidditch stands couldn’t reach her.
 
Even as she looked up she regretted it, her guarded eyes taking in the lightly blushing face and red hair of a girl thats mere presence brought back enough memories to set her own features alight with a mortified pink tinge.
 
“Yes?”
 
She sounded terse but Hermione really couldn't help it, her stare burning into the awkwardly shuffling Susan Bones until the clearly embarrassed girl realised she wasn’t going to get anything more. Her hands came up and Hermione stared at the slightly crumpled piece of paper clutched in the Hufflepuff’s grip, making no move to take it while her eyes warily shifted between it and the buxom redhead.
 
Moments of silence passed between the two while Susan waited for Hermione to say something, anything, only to end up disappointed as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other before awkwardly speaking up, keeping it down to a murmur so as not to anger Madam Pince.
 
“It’s… it’s for you. An invitation…”
 
Realising that her classmate wasn’t going to give up and go away, Hermione finally decided to take the innocuous piece of paper, looking it over and finding only a brief few lines of ink on the dark green paper before she realised just what she was looking at.
 
As soon as she made the connection her jaw dropped, a shocked expression spreading across her beautiful face as she met Susan’s eyes once more and realised just why the other girl was so embarrassed, her own eyes downcast as if to avoid Hermione’s judgement as she gulped and wet her lips.
 
“The-the p-p-password is… is…”
 


“Gryffinwhore?”
 
Face burning, Hermione ducked her head as the snickering pair of older Slytherin’s to either side of their common rooms entrance waved her through, the boy on the right leaning in to whisper the password so that the opening could slide open. While that was happening, the older girl's spindly arm slid forward and gripped her by the chin, making the bookworm squeak as she suddenly found her nervous eyes meeting the senior’s mean grin.
 
“Make sure not to have too much fun, okay sweetie? I might just come looking for you when my shift ends, and I don’t think either of us would be happy…” Hermione gasped, bewildered by the sheer audacity as the other hand made it’s surprise appearance by sinking its sharp nails into her bum cheek, digging under her skirt and making her squirm as the girl delighted in her meekness. “If you weren’t… available… got that?”
 
Even with no clue who this girl was Hermione still nodded her head, wincing at the condescending pat she received on her rear for being such an obedient little thing before scampering through the door to their audible amusement. Soon as she made it through the entrance slid closed behind her and, for the second time in her life, she was greeted by the sight of the Slytherin common room in all its muted, shady glory.
 
It had been a while since her and her friends polyjuice’d escapade to try and find the real Heir of Slytherin, but now that she didn’t have a mission in mind she was able to take it all in with a clearer mind. Unlike the brightly lit spaciousness of the Gryffindor common room, this one was more… muffled, with the occasional flickering torch dotted along the walls while candles lay scattered across the room. What surprised her the most was just how many people there were in the room, with even the low tones of their conversations building up into an impressive level of background noise that caused her to shrink in on herself. They’d formed a multitude of closely knit circles, sprawled across couches surrounding low wooden tables with a lazy grace that seemed prevalent in their House which thankfully seemed to keep them from turning around and recognising her while the odd few moved between groups. No one paid her any attention though and the skittish Gryffindor was more than happy with the thought as she looked around for the familiar glint of close shaved blonde hair.
 
Even stil, the fear of being discovered hung over her head and Hermione was determined to find Mikael as quickly as possible, her breath coming a little faster, more panicked as every step amongst the den of snakes instilled the notion that this was a mistake and that she should leave, only to stutter to a stop with wide eyes as she heard the dreaded-
 
“Granger?”
 
The air seemed to drop several degrees as a chill swept across her form while her heart fell and she turned to find the bemused stare of Tracey Davis, right before the dreaded myriad of emotions flew across the brown haired girl's face. Confusion melted into irritation, then suspicion, then surprise, shock and finally the predatory delight of a cat that cornered the mouse.
 
“No… no way, did YOU get an invite?!” The words burst from her lips as Hermione waved her hands to try and calm the girl down, lips pinched as a few of the distracted snakes began to look her way.
 
Tracey just ignored her, lips peeled back over her teeth as she stepped so close that their equally plumped up chests smushed together before grabbing the embarrassed bookworm by the wrist and hauling her towards a previously unnoticed door set in the very back of the room.
 
“Oh this is perfect, just wait ‘till I tell Daphne, it’ll make her day! Come on, the party’s this way!”
 
Caught up in whirlwind Davis, Hermione was left bereft of rescue as her eyes flicked from the escape to safety behind her and the apparent portal that filled her with trepidation ahead.
 
“W-wait, hold on, what do you mean ‘this way’? Isn’t THIS it?!”
 
Tracey just shot her a look of condescension from over her shoulder, face curling like she’d heard something particularly foul while waving a disregarding hand towards the rest of the room.
 
“What are you talking about? This room is for the third years and under! The real fun is for all the upper years next door!”
 
Realisation filled the Gryffindor’s eyes as she looked around with a new gaze and saw she was right, the couches and tables were dotted with the calm, softly sitting first, second and third years, all trying to appear far more noble and subtle than they actually were as her captor finally reached the ornate brass door knob and yanked it open, making Hermione yelp as she was unceremoniously thrown through the door into a small circular sitting chamber.
 
The sounds from behind were cut off as soon as the door closed and Hermione stood awkwardly staring at the far darker, more ominous door ahead, ignoring the soft looking seats and cozy fireplace as Tracey sauntered up to her side and looked her over with a critical frown.
 
“Yeah, we're going to need to do something about your outfit first. What did you think this was, a study group?” She snorted, purposefully ignoring Hemrione’s affronted look in favour of striking for the faint impression of wood in the girl's pocket.
 
“HEY!” Hermione yelped as the last form of safety in the form of her wand was snatched away and dropped inside a convenient drawer to the side.
 
“Oh relax, you’ll get it back at the end of the night…” She trailed off, a teasing grin overcoming her face as she leered. “Or tomorrow morning?”
 
Hermione’s blush could have rivaled any Lumos and she would never admit how grateful she was that Tracey didn’t decide to push, instead holding out her hand to take the Gryffindor’s robe before analysing the crisp white blouse buttoned up all the way to her throat and tucked inside the grey, pleated knee length skirt.
 
“Wow, yeah, okay, sooooo… no.”
 
Slipping her own wand from her sleeve, Tracey gave it a wave and before Hermione’s wide open eyes could even blink her shirt began to stretch, ignoring her startled yelp as the iconic gold and red Gryffindor tie strained like it was being yanked until the loop around her neck snapped and fluttered away, perfectly coinciding with the multiple plastic buttons now practically exploding as the clean white blouse slid apart until an entire swath of tit flesh was left exposed and practically overflowing from the painfully boring white bra she’d somehow managed to pack those eager shoulder boulders into.
 
Clicking her tongue at the disappointing choice in fashion, Tracey carried on with her ministrations by twirling the dangerous wooden stick in a tight circle that saw her House’s most unexpected guest rotating on the spot until she was facing the nearest bit of open wall before sending an invisible wave of force between her shoulder blades, making Hermione gasp as her hands desperately shot out to catch herself while leaving her bent at the waist and vulnerable for the sticking charms that glued her palms where they’d landed.
 
“Now now, no need to panic.” Tracey laughed, watching the girl's increasingly frantic attempts to pull her hands from the wall. “I just need you nice and still if we’re going to get you ready! After all…”
 
Fearful as she was, all of Hermione’s struggling came to a halt as the cold, smooth point of a wand pressed itself into the back of her knee, right above long white socks as it dug into her sensitive flesh and started to slide up the soft skin of her leg and over the back of her thigh.
 
“We wouldn’t want my concentration to slip and for there to be any accidents, hmm?”
 
With her lower lip trembling and her mouth dry, Hermione could do nothing but shiver at the rough tip of her tormentors wand ran all the way up her thigh before sliding inwards, scraping between her legs before increasing her already mounting humiliation as it pressed against the crotch of her panties and made her startlingly aware of just how cool it was against the warmth occupying her mound, dropping her jaw for a shaky breath as it gave a playful twist and climbed its way along the line between her cheeks while dragging the hem of her skirt along for the ride. She could only clench her eyes shut tight as the flimsy cover was pulled away and Tracey’s disappointed tutting compounded her humiliation.
 
“Seriously, Granger? Do you only own boring underwear? There’s no way these snowy granny panties are going to get you anywhere.”
 
Hermioe wanted to snap that no, she did not only own appropriate underwear but had instead come here without the intention for anyone to end up seeing them!
 
“Guess I’ll just have to fix it.” Tracey sighed, murmuring under her breath as her wand was brought to bear on the taut fabric stretched across Hermione’s plump cheeks.
 
“Wait, what do you mean fix- oh, OH!”
 
The feeling of her pantries began to shift and shiver as Tracey’s concentration increased until the plain white material began to vibrate, scraping against the sheer mass of Hemrione’s rear as its shape changed, becoming a thin line of silk between her cheeks while bleeding over into the same traditional gold and red of her tie, leaving the gaping Hermione in Gryffindor coloured G-string that just barely managed to cover the already pinkened lips of her mound as its softness was swallowed up by her ass.
 
The familiar sound of a button coming undone accompanied it and the previously smartly dressed bookworm forgot her hands were glued to their position as she jerked and tried to stop the suddenly loose form of her skirt from sliding down her legs and pooling on the ground. Staring down at the carpet, Hemrione was left to feel the nervousness settling in her gut as another flick of a wand vanished her skirt and left her with nothing but her school shoes, long socks and outrageously skimpy panties to cover her lower half.
 
“There! Much better, don’t you think?” Tracey chirped, completely ignorant to Hermione’s horror as she unstuck her schoolmate and gave her just enough time to straighten up before whirling her around and jabbing the wand into the hollow of her throat.
 
“Now for the finishing touch…”
 
The stick slid down from Hermione’s neck and caught on the strap connecting both straining cups of her bra. She didn’t even try to resist as it suffered the same fate as her skirt, disappearing form her body with a single wave as the reassuring pressure vanished from her chest and left her mammoth jugs to bounce heavily behind her blouse, exposing her flushed cleavage from the very tops of her slopes to the undersides of her breasts while the culprit looked on with pride.
 
With her legs crossed and her stance uncertain, Hermione’s pinkened face was the picture of misery as she stood there hopelessly pulling on the hem of her blouse, desperately trying to stretch the material lower than the tops of her thighs to try and at least cover some of her mound while her red and gold decorated ass crack hung out undefended and her tits practically spilled from the gap made by her unbuttoned state.
 
“By Merlin I’m good.” 
 
Ignoring the other girls glare as she shot a light stinging hex with impressive precision onto the slip of bum cheek she could see from Hermione’s front to make the girl jump, giving her no time to recover as she hooked their arms together and dragged her to the ominous looking door ahead.
 
“Well then, Granger…” Tracey leaned in towards her and smirked, so close the other girl could feel her lips curl as the door limped open. “Welcome to the party!”
 
Hermione’s jaw dropped and she froze stiff at what lay before her.
 
It was chaos.
 
The room she’d left behind couldn't have been farther from the truth if they’d tried and Hermione felt like she’d stepped into a fever dream as the stench of cigarettes and cigars wafted through the air, covering the ceiling in a thick layer of multicoloured smoke while a relative sea of bodies ebbed and writhed beneath. Absolutely sure that there weren’t this many students in the fourth, fifth, sixth and even seventh years of Slytherin, the truth of the matter made itself more apparent as she recognised the occasional splash of colour representing the other houses, though not in the way she’d ever easily believe.
 
“Come on, you’re here to see Mikael, right?” Tracey’s voice fought against the loud clamour created by the rest as she pressed herself up close to the Gryffindor’s back, hands wandering slightly along bare hips while Hemrioen startled.
 
“W-wha-? How did you-”
 
“Come now, Granger…” The hands on her hips pushed and they were suddenly walking, one confident and the other hesitant as they pushed into the ever undulating crowd. “It’s always Mikael.”
 
Hermione didn’t get the chance to investigate that statement as she quickly found herself amongst the mass of shouting, pushing, clearly drunk Slytherin’s, the warmth created by so many people surrounding her until she could feel the sweat starting to coat her figure, her nakedness brought back to the forefront of her thoughts as droplets teased her cleavage and her bare thighs rubbed against those they passed while they in turn took the opportunity to caress her skin.
 
Every brush made her jump but she never caught a face as Tracey continued to use her stumbling body as a plow to force their way through. It was as they made their charge though that one voice amongst the many caught her attention and Hermione couldn’t help but grind to a halt just to stare at the spectacle before her.
 
“Hannah?”
 
As if the name was a lance, Hermione watched the blonde, pigtailed Hufflepuff jerk like she’d been struck before looking over and locking gazes with the scandalised Gryffindor. She was a mess.
 
A tray was in her hand, both emptied and untouched shot glasses littered across its surface while a skimpily designed apron lay tied around her waist. It was too small to hide the tiny black and yellow panties pulled tight across her plump pussy and did absolutely nothing for her utterly bare and unprotected chest, those well admired DD-cup tits jiggling with every step, drawing Hermione’s gaze like moths to a flame as the faint tinkling of metal revealed itself to be two piercings, decorating those fat and puffy nipples with a pair of emerald snakes that dangled down from her areola like tassels.
 
That wasn’t the problem though.
 
Whatever makeup she’d chosen to wear for the night should have been minimal, but even that small amount was clearly enough to make a mess, the thick black streaks beneath her eyes trailing down to puffy red lips telling enough of a story without Hermione even taking in the rest of her. She was coated, absolutely covered in cum, with one eye almost glued entirely shut from the sticky white load while the rest hung along the ridges of her eyes and nose with a single strand dangling from the corner of her mouth.
 
“Hermione?! What are yo-”
 
“Oi, Hufflelsut!”
 
Hermione gaped and Hannah yelped as a sixth year Syltherin boy emerged from the press of bodies around them and slapped a hand hard enough against the blonde’s rump to send her up onto the tips of her toes, not pulling away as she spilled several drinks down her front and became absolutely doused in the different colors of magical booze.
 
“Well, I was aiming for a drink but I see you’re already ahead of me!”
 
Laughter resounded as Hannah bit her lip and tried not to whimper, soon breathing a resigned moan as the sixth year decided to put on a show by spinning her around and leaning down to lap at her slippery tits with gusto, a myriad of cheers and jeers making the watching bookworm painfully aware of how many people were looking their way as one pair of lips became two, then three, and then just as she’d appeared Hannah was gone, dragged off into the pit of dishevelled snakes slumped across long couches and vanishing from view, even while her squeals abruptly choked off into a series of spluttering chokes.
 
Tracey’s insistent shoving showed no sympathy or remorse and they were soon back on their way, the noise behind them swallowed up by the rest of the room and leaving her with nothing but a horrifying, arousing look into her future.
 
The deeper they marched the fuzzier her mind became and slowly, Hermione came to the conclusion that she was getting some sort of contact high from simply breathing the same air created by the House of the cunning's sheer depravity. The greens and blacks started to blur but the starkly contrasting colours of the other House’s unfailingly drew her attention to the sheer number of girls in attendance who weren’t from Slytherin. 
 
There was no easy way to say it. Every single one of them were dressed like sluts.
 
Every. Single. One.
 
Most were like Hannah, dressed up in some sort of scandalous parody of their regular uniforms and carrying around snacks and drinks while receiving the harsh groping of any snake that got a hold of them. Other’s weren’t as lucky, their trays discarded and their clothing torn from their glistening bodies as they were pinned against the nearest flat surface and violated, their squeals matching the pace of the guffawing students rapidly fingering them into a sloppy mess or their jaws stretched around whatever cock managed to find its way between their lips.
 
No one was safe and Hermione was beginning to note the startling trend of jiggling tits adorned with emerald snakes, the green piercing its way into her foggy feeling brain with ease as she noted how they danced and sung with every groaning slut bouncing on a musky Slytherin cock.
 
Her inner thighs were soaked.
 
“We’re here!”
 
Hermione looked up at Tracey’s relieved sigh just as the press of bodies around them suddenly, abruptly eased, the reason why made obvious as she stumbled to a halt so jarring she flashed a nipple. Directly ahead, surrounded by an invisible bubble of respect, sat Mikael.
 
Her eyes locked onto his, even as she quietly noted that he wasn’t alone upon the luxurious looking couches arrayed in a ‘U’ around a large, low sitting coffee table, it’s dark wood polished to a shine even as splashes of spilled booze, pills and scuffed white lines lay haphazard across its surface.
 
He in turn took her in with a wide smile that pulled back his cheeks, eyes roving up and down her body with a desire that caused her palms to become clammy and her heart to pound, the first noticeable pinpricks of arousal beading atop her already puffy, barely hidden mound as he opened up his arms while remaining splayed back in the center of his couch, the majority of his uniform discarded until he was left in nothing but his school trousers and white shirt with the top few buttons undone to show the hair on his chest.
 
“Hermione!” He beamed her way, and she would have been flattered if it wasn’t for the sheer volume he shouted her name, his voice cutting through the air and drawing the attention of all those closest to them, their eyes widening as they finally noticed the well known Gryffindor amongst them.
 
This meant that instead of greeting him back she felt the need to duck her head in some inane attempt to hide within her chocolatey curls from the overwhelming wall of whispers that assaulted her from behind, flushing bright red as Tracey’s controlling hands repeatedly shoved her forward until she’d stumbled her way around the table towards him.
 
Guffawing at her trembling, Mikael finally sat up to grab her by the hand and roughly manhandled the buxom nerd into standing before him, not letting go of that soft hand while frantic efforts to pull her blouse below her mound intensified. Seeing the lost cause for what it was she eventually managed to look away from the disobedient fabric to meet familiar blue eyes.
 
“Hiiiii~ Hermione~” He sang, grinning as her soft pink tongue darted over her suddenly dry lips.
 
“Hello… Mikael…” She murmured back, struggling to pull away from his gaze while the sudden warmth of a rough hand gripped her knee, squeezing softly and massaging silky white skin.
 
“I haven’t seen you in a while…”
 
His fingers teased her flesh, tickling her knee cap before wrapping around to the back and edging their way up while his voice never changed from its conversational tone.
 
“Almost like you’ve been avoiding me?”
 
It wasn’t really a question and Hermione felt her temper flare as his cocky look never budged an inch, the only thing holding in her outburst being the crowd half leaning in to pay closer attention.
 
“Well, what did you expect?” She grit out, forcing her lip not to tremble. “You… you raped me!”
 
His fingers finally stopped as she hissed down into his handsome face, smirk cooling enough to make her stomach flutter with an entirely new species of nerves.
 
“Oh? Is that what we’re calling it?” He wasn’t fazed by her incensed expression, leaning closer while both of his hands dug their claws into the backs of her thick thighs. “When you were sucking my cock as hard as you could down into your throat, or when you so eagerly spread your legs for me to slide right on into your toasty little snatch before using them to keep me trapped as I drained my balls into your womb? That was rape?”
 
Mikael flexed and Hermione gasped as his hands caused her to lose balance, shooting her own forward onto his broad shoulders that positively rippled with power beneath her palms while she stared down at his chin pressing against her stomach.
 
Now his fingers resumed their journey, whatever facade of gentleness disappearing as they squeezed and groped her, leaving behind bright red marks in her otherwise snowy skin while she meeped, twisting on the spot and trying to avoid his increasingly rough touch, failing miserably as he finally reached the cheeks of her doughy rump and gathered both loaves into a stingingly tight grip.
 
“I suppose I forced you to come here too, made you dress like some Knockturn Alley prostitute?”
 
“NO! Th-hat was TracEEEP!”
 
Hermione squealed, choking on whatever defence she was trying to get out as his hands rubbed, twisting around her cheeks as he buffed them like two twin gems before digging his nails in and prying them apart around the thin line of her red and gold G-string, it’s skimpiness doing nothing to hide the way her tightly clenched asshole was spread.
 
The sudden piercing shrill of wolf whistles reminded Hermione of just where she was and she struggled even harder, inadvertently making her meaty cheeks jiggle and clap for their amusement as she tried to break free of his unflinching hold while he and his compatriots just laughed.
 
“MIKAEL! Let me go this instant!” She seethed, face luminescent as he mockingly acquiesced, making her breathe a single sigh of relief before he grabbed her blouse by the tails and yanked them apart!
 
Hermione’s heart stopped as she heard the deafening ‘RIIIIP’ followed by every button from the bottom half of her shirt exploding off of the fabric, her jaw dropping as Mikael casually took both ruined halves and tied them into a knot, wrapping them up beneath her heaving bust and leaving her to look like some stereotypical American bimbo before returning his attention to her rear.
 
Without the minimal cover of her blouse Hermione was left almost entirely bare from the chest down, her stomach and lower back exposed while the string of her underwear framed her wide hips, her ass cheeks naked and her long legs only protected by her knee high white socks and school shoes.
 
“Let you go? Why would I do that?” Mikael grunted, distracting her from the vague words flying back and forth at the sight of her fat, perky ass. “I’m the big bad Slytherin rapist, aren’t I?”
 
Mouth opening, Hermione felt the words on the tip of her tongue before a sudden shift in leverage sent her tipping forward, her breasts bouncing dangerously behind her shirt as she found herself bent at the waist with her backside stuck out towards the crowd, right as a thunderous palm found her left cheek with a deafening ‘CRACK’ that sent her head whipping up while a screech left her lips.
 
The heat blooming on her bum blanketed her mind, disorienting Hermione as her tongue slipped out from her plump pink lips and hung out to dry while her legs straightened, holding steady as the force behind Mikael’s spank made her ripple like a waterbed.
 
“Shit this arse never ceases to amaze me. How’d you get so lucky, getting such nice perky tits and this big fat dumptruck of a backside?”
 
His words made her grimace, nails tightening on his shoulders as she fought not to show weakness in front of both him and his lackeys.
 
“It’s not fat.” She hissed, trying to frown down at him only to squeak as he cupped his hands beneath each cheek and started to bounce them energetically.
 
“Not fat? Are you high, you might have one of the fattest arse’s in this school! What do we think boys…” Mikael shared a grin with his fellow Slytherin’s, getting a few laughs as he sunk his nails into Hermione’s bum and shook it vigorously. “Know anyone who beats her?”
 
The humiliation became almost overpowering as Hermione stood there, rump stuck out and shown off as if she was some prized catch as her academic seniors debated the size of her assets, comparing her to both students and teachers while she stood there meekly.
 
“Well, I agree it’s pretty big but that Bones girl’s gotta be close, right?”
 
“Nah, you’re thinking of her tits. This one’s got a pretty good set of both though, don’t you think?”
 
“I don’t know. Can she shake it?”
 
The others stopped, an intrigued light entering their eyes as they all at once panned their gazes back over to Hermione while she looked over her shoulder at them in disbelief.
 
“W-what do you mean ‘can I-”
 
“Of course she can!” Mikael interrupted, dragging her attention back to himself as he met her eyes with a smarmy smirk.
 
“Wha- I most certainly can not!”
 
Hermione’s chest puffed up, whatever remained of her dignity rising up to rebel as she glared down at Mikael, only to have her newfound rebellious streak cut short by the stinging sensation on her left bum cheek, quickly followed by the loud, meaty ‘SMACK’ that seemed to reverberate through her very bones as she gasped and buried his face into her tits.
 
“She just needs the right incentive. Come on Hermione, don’t keep us waiting, start shaking girl!” ‘SLAP!’
 
Hermione yelped, trying to hide just how out of breath she was feeling as she opened her mouth to complain only to be shocked it from her fight by another sting, this time not from a palm as she looked back over her shoulder and found one of the seniors, one she now realised as the sixth year prefect, pointing the glowing tip of his wand right at her bum!
 
“You heard the man, Granger.” He sneered, delighting in the look of fear she gave him as he gave his wand a light wave. “Get moving!”
 
It took two more snaps of the Stinging hex for Hermione to get the memo and understand that they weren’t playing with her, further reinforced by Mikael’s unrelenting cheer as he watched her slowly succumb to the understanding that her pride meant nothing to them. Soon, with the hesitant moves of an untrained prude, Hermione started shaking her hips from side to side, the jerky movements eliciting snickers as she blushed furiously and tried to ignore the sensation of her cheeks slapping from side to side.
 
“You call that moving?” The prefect snarled, drawing Hermione’s fearful gaze before he flicked his wrist violently, getting a pained squeal from the already sweating girl as the overpowered stinging hex struck her directly in the crack of her arse. “Go faster ya bloody Gryffindor bint!”
 
The pain struck again and this time Hermione obeyed, shifting her feet wider apart and bending at the knees as she threw her embarrassment to the wayside and furiously began to bounce her arse, throwing it in a tight circle as the boys cheered and her meaty booty clapped for their amusement.
 
Her breaths came in great heated puffs as she worked, fearful of the next spell while she looked down into Mikael’s eyes and saw his desire, a strange thrill shooting through her gut as she unthinkingly began to move harder and with more rhythm.
 
Whatever resolve he had in his eyes to watch her continued humiliation snapped as she licked her lips and Hermione ground to a halt as the older boy rose to his feet, his chest pressing on her tits and leaning her onto the backfoot while his head came to tower over her, his glacial eyes bearing down like an avalanche and his lips mere millimetres away from her own to the point she could feel his shockingly warm breath, tainted with the slight punch of Firewhiskey that made her nostrils twitch as her mouth fell open unwillingly, almost expectantly.
 
“Well? What are you waiting for?”
 
Hermione jolted from her entranced state as his voice snuck its way into her ear, glancing back up away from those rough, sneering lips to find him glaring down at her haughtily.
 
“Huh? But, but I was just doing as you ask-”
 
“Stop fucking around and get down on your knees.”
 
Like the tape from a film images of their last encounter flashed across Hermione’s eyes to the point that she could practically feel the bite of the wind in the Quidditch stands and the coarse, splintered wood it was made from as she unthinkingly did as he said and fell to the starkly contrasting feel of the lush carpet beneath, jerking back to awareness as her eyes came level with the already swollen bulge straining the front of his trousers.
 
“That’s right, keep that look in your eye.” Mikael murmured, deft fingers plucking at the button of his trousers before gripping the zipper and giving it a forceful tug. “Remember the moment you gave yourself to me, when I put you on your back on the floor of a dusty Quidditch stand with your classmates ten feet away, when I FUCKED you into the dirt while you squealed like a pig and begged me to empty my load all inside your guts.”
 
Moisture stung the corners of her eyes as Hermione remembered those exact moments, her ears burning as several of the watching Slytherin boys made absolutely zero attempt at being quiet as they mocked her for being just another cock hungry mudblood while she subtly tried to grind her thighs together and make the unending itch stop!
 
“That wasn’t me.” She whimpered, pleadingly.
 
Then Mikael pulled down his boxers and all other noise was knocked form her mind by the loud, heavy ‘SMACK’ of his cock as it unfurled like a garden hose from behind his trousers and collapsed across her face. Hermione’s eyes crossed as she tried to keep it in sight and the first thought that made it through the sheer haze of disbelief she could feel was that it had somehow gotten even bigger, quickly followed by the sharp, musky stench of his vein riddled skin while his girthy nuts dangled from the base and swung to the slight motions of him rubbing against her features.
 
Her lungs contracted without any instruction, forcing her to drag in a long, deep breath of his cock while Mikael wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft and lifted it an inch from her face.
 
“What’s your name?”
 
Thighs flexing as she rose up to try and keep him pressed against her skin, Hermione accidentally doubled the force of his falling schlong thanks to Mikael swinging it down onto her forehead with a meaty ‘THWAP’!
 
“What’s your name?” 
 
The second ‘THWAP’ left a sticky mark just beneath her hairline as Hermione gasped and tried to keep her quim from leaking all over the carpet.
 
“Hah~ H-H-Herm-” ‘THWACK!’ “GAH! Hermione!”
 
“Again!” Mikael grunted, throbbing as his meat slammed against her cheek.
 
“Hermione!”
 
“LOUDER!”
 
He carried on like that, shifting his focus to land a loud, panty wetting ‘SMACK’ onto her pink cheek before asking again and repeating himself on the other side. Despite the abuse though he never raised another hand, sticking to the one wielding his dick as Hermione stayed exactly where she was and didn’t even try to dodge the degrading cock slaps, even turning her face up to make it easier for him as her pink lips parted and her pink tongue twitched enticingly behind her teeth.
 
Pre-cum began to dribble from his piss slit and Mikael finally moved to wrap his fingers through the thick brown curls on her head, clutching it close to the scalp and using them like a perfectly fitted handhold to drag the mewling bookworm forward so that he could smear the first drop of his arousal all around her nose, making sure she couldn't escape his scent while she snorted greedily a the milky fluid before groaning as he pulled back to wipe himself against her lips, keeping a tight hold so that she couldn’t jerk forward and slurp him up like the craven slut she was dressed as.
 
“Wasn’t you, huh? Then who was it?”
 
Hot, gale-like breaths poured from her mouth as Hermione panted and tugged pleadingly against the hand in her hair, forced to roll her eyes up to see him as her head refused to turn upwards.
 
“Hnngh~ Mikael? Please?”
 
“Who?” ‘SLAP!’
 
His helmet tapped her lower lip.
 
“Are?”
 
He twisted his hand until the sting made her pussy twitch.
 
“You?”
 
She sobbed, heart thundering as a bonfire burned in her gut, the fumes crawling up her insides and liquifying the muscles in her legs as she slumped and practically hung from his hand.
 
“I’m Hermione GrangeGLURK!”
 
Mikael grunted, taking aim and forcing himself down into the depths of her throat with a wet, sloppy ‘SCHLURK’ that left tears in her eyes as her neck stretched to accommodate his massive girth, the familiar burn making her eyes flutter like a storybook princess as the apple sized head of his cock burrowed towards her stomach, finally stopping as his rough pubes grated against her mouth while her lips locked around his base and she spasmed.
 
The salty, pungent taste coated her walls, burning her tongue and stirring it up into a frenzy as it twisted and lashed against the veiny underside of his shaft, the slippery mass of soft pink flesh rubbing against him almost coaxingly as Mikael moaned and took a hold of her skull with both hands.
 
“Mmm, Hermione Granger? Are you sure?” Mikael mocked, clenching his jaw as he kept a tight grip on her head and began pulling his hips back, scraping out a thick, frothy deluge of spit from the throat wrapped around him. “Last time we met, Hermione Granger did a lot better at deep throating my fucking COCK!”
 
With another thrust that saw him slamming the spit shined half of his shaft left out her lips back down towards her stomach, Mikael moaned, muscles clenching as her silky insides clung to him like a second skin while she in turn began to gag, the sloppy “Glurk! Glurk! Glurk!” ringing loud in the Slytherin common room while her arms hung limp by her sides, not even trying to resist the way he was using her mouth like a flesh light while she snorted and choked.
 
The tears were leaking hot and heavy from her eyes and Hermione had the vaguest thoughts of gratitude past the darkness encroaching on the edges of her vision that Tracey hadn’t forced her to wear make up, completely sure it would have been running in dark, thick smears across her cheeks and leaving her to look like even more of a coked up prostitute than she already did, kind of like Hannah, as Mikael finally pulled himself out to give her a much needed breath of muggy air, taking the opportunity to once more rub himself all over her gasping features and leave a thick mask of spit, phlegm and pre-cum while she gargled.
 
“By fucking Merlin you’re such a whore.” He sneered, pushing against her lips as a near hyperventilating Hermione moaned at the insult and rolled out her tongue for him to rub against, her breaths coming out in thick, raw throated rattles as he stayed there until she got the hint to start sucking him herself.
 
Like a pincer made of satin cushions her lips clamped just behind the ridges of his spongey tip, sealing like an airlock while her cheeks hollowed and she started to bob weakly back and forth, seemingly gaining confidence as Miakel tipped his head back and left her to lap at him under her own power.
 
“There we go, still such a natural at giving blowjobs. You really live up to your reputation as a top student!”
 
Hermione groaned around him as he laughed, clenching her eyes tight and trying to subtly slip her hand down to the apex of her thick thighs, their creamy plumpness squashed together from her failed attempts to starve the flames of her desire. She was so close, fingertips brushing the top of her thoroughly drenched slit and gaining a thin sheen of stickiness only to jerk away as Mikael’s voice cracked like a whip.
 
“HEY!” His hips lightly pumped as a garbled moan dribbled from her throat. “I think you’re forgetting a little something, the rest of me’s getting a little cold down there!”
 
His helmet rubbed against the top of her mouth as Hermione gave a frantic slurp of apology before bringing both hands back up from her crotch and wrapping them both around the veritable half a foot of cock meat that wasn’t cramming its way into her gob, the spit from her earlier deep throating drying into a sticky sheen that clung to her palms as they curled around him, one above the other, and began to pump in a cork screwing motion.
 
“Yes, yes, yesssss~ that’s it, jack me off you pudgy cumslut!” He grunted cruelly, teeth bared as his swinging nuts tapped the undersides of her hands while his light thrusting became jerky. “I know you want it, fucking WORK for it!”
 
He gasped and pushed between her swollen lips even harder, the moist warmth of her mouth caressing his length as her pillowy tongue massaged his underside and her hands pushed him frantically to completion.
 
“HNGH! Hah, look at me, look at me, LOOK! AT! ME!”
 
He emphasised every word with a push of his hips, each one firmer than the last before finally relaxing as Hermione’s gorgeous brown eyes rolled back in their sockets to stare up at him beggingly while his nuts scrunched and dumped their load onto her tongue, the heavy spurts of thick ball cream filling her cheeks from corner to corner until he was forced to slip back and leave the last fo it dribbling out onto her chin while even more trickled from the corners of her lips.
 
“Don’t you dare swallow.” He warned, smirking at her obedient whine and tilting her head back to look up at him fully, cheeks puffed up like a squirrel. “Now tell me, what’s your name?”
 
Hermione knelt there, gushing like a leaky faucet as she felt the robust taste of his spunk coating her taste buds, her throat flexing as if desperately trying to swallow while her jaw twitched and she moaned from deep within her hammering chest.
 
“H-Hurg~ Hurrrmione Gwangerr~” She slurred loudly, shuddering as the words forced their way past her lips and pushed them to open while simultaneously letting out the tightly packed jizz to send it spilling down the lower half of her face, splattering all over her tits and staining her shirt while the rest slid into her cleavage.
 
Mikael grinned, reaching down with a finger to scoop the thick wave of cum from off her chin and spoon it into her mouth as she gratefully lapped it up, taking it as permission to swallow whatever else remained in her mouth before licking his finger clean.
 
“Of course you are.”
 
Hermioen purred, eagerly slipping beneath his minutely softened shaft to start tonguing at his balls, successfully pulling him from any thoughts of politics as he watched her lean forward with her fat ass stuck out behind her, his quickly hardening cock draped once more across her forehead as she took turns bathing his sweaty nuts in her warm spit while cushioning them on a pedestal made from the softness of her lips.
 
“Merlin you’re a needy little tart.”
 
Hermione’s breathy moan spiked into a squeal of surprise as Mikael reached down to her frizzy locks, the chocolatey curls a mess after the thoroughly abusive round of face fucking he’d subjected to her as he wound them around his fist and dragged her up onto her feet before spinning her around.
 
The motion made every glistening curve on her body jiggle and Mikael had to choke down the famished groan that tried to break free of his throat as he gulped and yanked back sharply on her hair, making his obedient little Gryffindor gasp cutely before his other hand landed on her hip and his fingers sank into her silky smooth skin, the light layer of fat moulding beneath his grip while he gave it an appreciative squeeze. He carried on, gliding down and around to her thick, bouncy arse and laying a commanding ‘CLAP’ onto her rump, licking his lips as the force sent a series of waves rippling out from the quickly reddening handprint while she clamped a palm over her lips and tried to force it back down.
 
“Mmm~ you think that’ll help?”
 
Her legs were already weak before his husky voice began slithering into her ear, causing her knees to tremble as he nibbled on the skin beneath her lobe in such a way that her eyes rolled back and she bucked, shunting her meaty derriere back into his crotch and grinding it there as his throbbing shaft, all greased up with her throat slime spread her cheeks and scraped against her asshole.
 
“You think they need to hear you moaning to know that you’re nothing but a complete and utter slut?!” He growled and she squeaked, feeling his hand leaving the pliant skin of her bum to instead shoot up and grab a hold of her tied off blouse, his biceps flexing as a single pull saw the soiled garment being torn from her body while her fat, perky tits flounced around freely for the cheering audience.
 
With a flick of his wrist the soggy material was gone and Hermione felt herself blushing from face to toes what felt like an entire House’s worth of her peers devoured the sight of her naked body with nothing but a G-string to protect her. Then Mikael’s hand came swinging back around and clamped itself onto her right breast painfully, hard enough to make the golden girl howl as her tit meat bulged from between his rough fingers, the massive mammary too large to be contained in a single palm as he twisted and bounced the orb while she moaned like a bitch in heat.
 
“MMPH!” His finger and thumb found her nipple and caused her to grunt as he immediately began to pinch and twist. 
 
She moaned and yelped as the nub hardened beneath his attention while he plucked it like a chord, a clear trail of fluid running down the insides of her quivering thighs while she shook and jiggled against him as his cock hotdogged her rear.
 
His hips began to thrust and Mikael moaned in her ear as his dick slid easily between the two hot, doughy loaves of her backside, his nuts slapping the backs of her thighs while his pelvis loudly clapped against her skin. No matter the words pouring from her mouth, it was easy to tell she was enjoying the treatment just as much as he was by the way her yummy body pushed back into him with every thrust, the ‘CLAP-CLAP-CLAP’ of him using her booty like a masturbation aid dragging hot and needy whimpers from her pouty lips with every pump as he finally ripped his hand from her hair and sent it scouring down to the soiled paradise being stifled between her thick thighs.
 
They were so slippery from the arousal coating her skin that it was almost too easy for Mikael to pry his way inside and find the front of her soaking wet G-string, her desperate, jumbled cries for him not to go there easily ignored as he dragged it to the side and crammed the thick tips of THREE fingers into her entrance.
 
Immediately the tight entrance of her snatch stretched around him as he slid inside, his palm cupping her puffy pink mound and cradling her lips while he burrowed deeper into her juicy depths and furious pumped like it was going out of style, growling victoriously and sinking his teeth into the side of her neck to leave a large, dark love bite while she threw her head back with a haggard “NO!” and came, pussy juice spraying from between her legs like a skunk as she sunk into a squat and squirted all over her legs, his hand, the floor and the table.
 
The humiliation was overwhelming for Hermione as she felt the mess coating her legs, a wetness building behind her eyes as she blurrily looked up from the spattering of puddles forming on the coffee table to find a crowd of Slytherin’s watching on, some of them stroking their cocks while the others grabbed the nearest serving girls and shoved them down onto their knees.
 
“There’s no hiding it now, Hermione.” Mikael whispered into her ear, running his tongue around the nasty purple hickey he’d made as she whimpered. “You’re ours now, you belong to Slytherin.”
 
“Noooo~” She slurred, trying to squirm away before staring into the crowd with wide, needy eyes as Mikael’s fingers continued pumping and his palm began to rub frantically against her swollen, overly sensitive clit. “NO! No, no no no, please, please no, I CAN’T, it’s too-”
 
“Tell them!” Mikael hissed as her walls fluttered around his fingers and his motions became rougher, the sweat on her back soaking the front of his shirt as his chest bent her forward. “Tell them what’s happening!”
 
“No, God please no, help me! PLEASE!” She begged, looking into the crowd and sobbing as they continued jerking themselves off to the sight of her flushed tits being pawed while her plump mound drooled all over Mikael’s hands.
 
With one final loud ‘SLAP’ to her flushed tit Mikael released her bruised and ravaged skin to instead reach down and loop his arm around the back of her left knee, taking Hermione by surprise as he hauled it off of the ground and completely removed her balance so that the only thing still holding her up was his hold, his fingers in her cunt as her knee was folded up and jabbed into the underside of her boob while she grit her teeth and screeched-
 
“OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, I’M CUMMMMINNNNGGGGGG~”
 
With an unholy roar Mikael lifted her up into the air, holding her aloft like a trophy as her leg kicked frantically to try and regain purchase on the carpet while she wailed and sent pussy juice spraying out like a fountain, her steamy pink tongue hanging all the way down to her chin in a brutal ‘O’ face while her figure jiggled lewdly and she spasmed away in his arms.
 
With her quickly dissolving into the panting, sex drunk mess in his arms, Mikael couldn’t resist the call of his own release and Hermione quickly found herself dropped back onto legs that couldn’t even hope to keep her stable, her hefty chest being the deciding factor in tipping her forward to go slamming tits first onto the coffee table as her own filthy secretions splashed against her skin.
 
Hearing her shocked gasp, Mikael quickly took a hold of his shaft and only just managed to aim it down before his nuts jerked and his second load of the night went spilling from the tip of his dick, splattering the still shivering girl in molten hot cum as it coated her cherry red ass cheeks and went spilling down her sides.
 
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck!”
 
He stroked his meat, furiously beating himself off to get out the last few spurts of spunk while staring down animalistically at the sexy pile of curves slumped onto his table with his seed staining her skin.
 
“Get her ready!” He gasped.
 
Hermione was still a quivering, blurry eyed mess as she felt the multitude of hands latching onto her wrists and dragging her forward onto the table, pulling her to the center before flipping her over onto her back and keeping her arms pinned down as she weakly kicked her legs. The cum coating her backside was still warm against her skin as she looked fearfully up at the intimidating stature of Mikael while he reached for a small drawstring bag left to the side and pulled out three small black orbs.
 
“Look familiar to you?”
 
She had to really focus past her still ongoing efforts to pull her arms free of her Slytherin captors to peer closer at the ominous, shiny balls. It was only when Mikael whispered into his palm though that the what became clearer, a soft emerald light drawing her gaze as the small orbs unfurled into three metallic snakes.
 
What was concerning her most though was the why, her desperate need of an answer gaining new urgency as the buzz cut blonde tilted his palm and allowed the tiny animated serpents to rain onto her stomach, their cold, metallic exteriors making a shocking contrast to her still sweating, bucking stomach as they began to slither around on the soft plains of her torso.
 
“EEK! M-M-Mikael! What are you doing?!”
 
She panicked and the group around her laughed, more hands reaching out to grab her by the arms while others sought out her legs, gripping her by the thighs and ankles before spreading her lewdly as she blushed and squirmed, helpless beneath their lustful leers.
 
“Have you ever heard of the Cruciatus curse?” He mentioned idly, breathlessly laughing at her horrified expression before waving her down with an undignified snort. “No, it’s not that extreme. You see, the Cruciatus works by stimulating every nerve in your body in such a way that it screams pain into your brain. What I’ve done is take the same principle, but alter it slightly, so that a simple catchphrase keyed to each girl individually will trigger those pretty little piercings into setting off your most sensitive nerve bundles. That way, any Slytherin who knows the phrase simply has to corner their own little tart somewhere isolated and away from the teachers and presto! Instant sex slave, at their service.”
 
Eyes wide, Hermione’s struggles picked up in intensity, entertaining the surrounding students as they admired the way her plump thighs and fat tits wobbled with every desperate buck while the snakes finally found their orientation and split off to their individual targets with two of them heading for her chest as the other slithered down. As soon as they found the flushed crevice of her cleavage they began their climb, leaving her to track their wayward brother by the feeling of his length brushing along her skin while they in turn had to mount the impressive mounds of her chest, seemingly taking an age beneath her disbelieving gaze before they reached her semi erect nipples and began to encircle them.
 
Hermione tried to fight it but her body wouldn't listen, helpless beneath the teasing touch of their cool bodies as they began slithering in circles around her nipples until the juicy pink nubs were nice and swollen, a gasp leaving her throat as she felt the same thing happening to her clit while her lips continued to leak and throb. 
 
“Oh God, oh~oh~oh~”
 
They kept rubbing and causing the pleasure to build as Mikael sunk down onto the table between her knees, pushing them out of the way and spreading her wide enough for everyone around them to see the glistening slickness of her lips while it dribbled down between her arse cheeks only to run into the spongy tip of his helmet as he nudged forward and laid himself against the flexing star of her anus.
 
“This might sting.”
 
Nervous eyes shot down to look between the jiggling orbs on top of her chest and along her body as she felt that monstrous piece of piping hot cock meat apply pressure to her rear, the elastic ring of her backside stretching slightly around him while some unknown signal caused the serpent's eyes to flash before they reared back, fangs sparkling as she squealed-
 
“Too big, TOO BIG!”
 
-before he pushed.
 
The spit coating his length and the juices already liberally spread across her hole made it almost too easy for Mikael to slide forward, his head thrown back at the sheer tightness of Hermione’s anus while her mouth spread wide in a silent wail, her muscles tensed to the point you could see the strained tendons in her neck as the burning sting of having her asshole pierced by something so outrageously thick was joined by the sensation of both nipples and the hood of her clit being pierced by the snakes on her body.
 
It was too much. All at once the stimulation struck and the pressure building in her core crumbled into liquid lightning that flooded her veins and set her body alight, the silent cries transformed into a desperate howl of release as Hermione’s orgasm caused her to seize around him, arms pulling uselessly and her hair tossed from side to side as her eyes rolled back and a rivers worth of arousal fountained form her quim.
 
“Fuck me that’s TIGHT!” Mikael growled, grin strained as he felt the walls of her anus collapse in around him and squeeze, the pussy juice squirting up against his stomach and all over his balls forgotten as he focused on trying to wrestle himself from the clutches of her silken walls before finally pulling back to the head and ramming himself down to the balls.
 
Hermione’s tongue rolled out from her lips and brushed the table as she weathered the pummeling sensation of Mikael’s hips against her inner thighs, his balls spanking her on the cheeks with a rhythmic tapping that matched up to the sensation of her insides being rubbed raw, his size spreading her to the limits as her toes curled and the burning sensation started filling her up form the inside out.
 
“AH-AH-AH-HaH-” Her grunts started to melt, features relaxing even as her brow scrunched. “Haa-uh-mmph-OH-oh-ohhh~ Mmm~”
 
“Shit, there’s no way!”
 
Hermione’s frantic moans didn’t falter at the touch of a new voice, the lewd sounds continuing to be punched out of her lungs with every bowel filling thrust from Mikael’s length even as she opened her eyes to find disbelieving, excited eyes staring into her own form the side, her humiliation fueling the flames even higher as a boy she recognised from the Slytherin Quidditch team grinned down at her like a maniac and grabbed her tit, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh and squeezing so roughly that her moans turned into a heated squeal.
 
“The stupid bitch is loving it!”
 
As soon as the words left his lips Hermione’s muscles tightened, a particularly deep thrust that slammed into her lower cheeks causing her body to lock up as another treacherous orgasm tore through her bouncing figure.
 
It was like a signal, with the group of older boys holding her down taking Mikael’s continued pumping and grunting as explicit permission to add their own hands to the mix, subduing Hermione as they focused less on holding her down and more on feeling her up, with another hand grabbing her leftover breast and making it jiggle in his palm while another boy slapped her on the thigh.
 
No one was more surprised than her at the sound she made as that sharp ‘SLAP’ onto her bare flesh landed, the pink handprint not even formed before another climax crashed through her body and sent her into a spluttering mess.
 
Mikael’s groan was noticeable, not needing to tell the others as his pace grew more frantic and he resumed pummeling her asshole in earnest, sweat dripping from his forehead as he hunched over her body and looked deep into her eyes.
 
“You liked that, huh?” He growled, grinning wickedly as she grit her teeth and failed to stop the grunts and squeaks from leaving her lips in a frothy mess of saliva. “You know why, right? It’s because you're a natural. Your sexy little bodies meant for fucking, perfectly designed for taking cock after cock and milking them dry. Even your assholes clinging to me, begging me to empty myself into your guts!”
 
She wanted to argue. Hermione wanted to scream and cry and curse him. But no one was holding her down anymore. At some point during the absolute anal ravaging that she was experiencing the hands had left her body and instead of wrestling free or trying to kick him away, her legs had wrapped around his hips, adding her own force ot every thrust as her ankles crossed against the small of his back and her knees dug into his flanks.
 
“I hate you!” She gasped through the moans.
 
“Then maybe I’ll stop.” He grunted back without a flicker of hesitation.
 
“NO!” She squealed, clutching him tighter as the sweat from his forehead dripped down onto her stomach. “Please no, I’ll be good, I need it, I missed it so bad!
 
Her core flexed and Hermione cooed at the way Mikael flinched as her insides gripped him even tighter, her walls flexing as his pumps stuttered before resuming in a more manic sprint towards completion.
 
“Mmph~ yes, please, baby please, I’ve been good, aren’t I a good Gryffinwhore? I promise I’ll keep being good, I’ll suck you as much as you want! You can fuck me? You can fuck me wherever you want, wherever you want! You can fuck my throat? My pussy misses you too? And my big fat ass, you feel so GOOD in there! Please, mikael? Please, please, please~”
 
His hands shot forward and Hermione let loose a new surge of wetness at the way his strong, domineering hands knocked away the others and sunk into her tits, squeezing them so hard the milky flesh looked like it was about to pop between the gaps of his fingers while her eyes crossed and he buried himself balls deep into her rectum.
 
“HAH! Yeah, you’re been good, the perfect little golden girl butt slut! Here it comes Hermione, I want you to take every single drop, get nice and used to the feeling of my cum stuffing you FULL!”
 
He roared on the final thrust and held, their sweat soaked skin pressed so tightly together that you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began while his nuts went into overdrive, dragging out every last drop of virile cum to unload all over the twitching walls of her bowels while she spasmed at the gooey sensation, mindlessly tightening around him to try and stop that wonderfully fat piece of man meat from sliding out of her backdoor and unplugging her to leak all over the table.
 
She failed, every muscle in her lower half jittering like she’d run a marathon as Mikael practically fell away from her body and collapsed back onto the couch, his deflated prick utterly spent while he wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked to the perched and waiting students around them, all of them struggling to decide on who was more worthy of their shocked and awed looks as they glanced between him and the harshly panting Hermione.
 
“What?” He finally grunted, cocking an eyebrow at the unsure mass. “Don’t you know the rules?”
 
That was clearly what they’d been waiting on, their predatory grins turning inwards to the slowly waking brunette as she looked around her, paying special attention to the variously sized bulges trying to break free from behind their robes as they closed in around her.
 
“M-Mikael?” She whimpered, looking at him over the shoulder of a slowly descending brute of a boy. “H-H-Help-”


 
“-ME!”
 
Hermione yelped, instinctively raising her arse up higher to meet the thundering hips of Marcus Flint, spit flying from his jaws like he was a rabid beast to splatter all over her back as he took Gryffindor’s golden girl by the back of the skull and slammed her face forward into the couch cushions below, muffling every slutty squeal and moan she could make while his cock scraped along the walls of her pussy and set her loins on fire.
 
“Stupid fucking bitch, no Potter to protect you now, is there?! You know how many matches that four eyed little bastard has cost me, how much STANDING?!” He roared, pulling his hand back before sending it whistling forward to land on the already handprint lathered cheek of Hermione’s backside with a sickening ‘BANG’!
 
“Mpf’shrry, mpf’shrry, mpf-”
 
“WHAT?!”
 
Marcus reached forward with a savage glee and grabbed a thick handful of the sticky bitches sweat soaked hair, twisting it roughly around his hand before using it to pull back on her skull like it was reigns and pull her flushed, unfocused face back up into the open, her voice constantly chanting evena s she desperately sucked down more fresh air.
 
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
 
“Sorry’s not gonna fucking cut it!” He seethed before hunching back over her back and raining down spank after spank onto her quivering bum, reveling in the way it reverberated off of his palm, the waves traveling throughout her soft flesh at every impact while she scrabbled at the cushions beneath and tried to fight another orgasm.
 
Hermione had no idea how long she’d been there, but it felt like hours had passed since she’d first arrived at the party, her time after Mikael having devolved into round after round at the hands of the multitude of ravenous, sadistic Slytherin’s. Marcus Flint was just another in a long, long, long line of students who had made no effort to hide how much they enjoyed violating the ‘Boy-Who-Lived’s girlfriend, seemingly showing their House unity by making sure she hadn’t had a moment to breathe or rest between having cocks shoved down her throat, into her pussy or up her ass.
 
As soon as Mikael had given the word they’d descended on her like a starving pack of Hyenas and Hermione just didn’t have the energy to fight them off. Almost immediately someone had moved between her legs, their cock thankfully far less intimidating than Mikael’s, though no less noticeable as it had sunk into her “loose Muggleborn snatch”, the rest of the table finding that the height of hilarity as they’d undone their trousers and slapped their own filthy schlongs onto her face. They’d taken turns, selfishly twisting her head from side to side and barely allowing her to breathe as they forced her to lick and slurp on whatever musky, greasy helmet was forced between her lips, the visceral sounds of her ‘GLURK-GLURK-GLURK’ filling the air as whoever was between her legs dumped his watery load into the tunnel leading towards her womb before scooching off to the side to make room for whoever was next.
 
She was treated like a toy and Hermioen hated the fact that somehow, she’d come to love it. No one found it hotter than her when she was dragged onto her knees and forced to stroke off dick after dick that surrounded her in a circle until their cum rained down on her like an Aguamenti charm, her tongue outstretched and ready to catch the sheer river of jizz that filled her lips to overflowing and coated the insides of her throat.
 
Hermione came the minute they dropped her to the floor and spit roasted her like a pig, working hard to throw her fat ass back against the one drilling her cunt while her tongue polished the other boys knob to a shine until someone got impatient and forced her to ride one cowgirl as he came around to her back, shunting himself up her asshole and wrapping his hands around her throat to help choke her on the shaft down her throat while he helped to double stuff her full in each hole.
 
Even now she could feel the sting of her nipples from how many snake’s had delighted in pulling on her new piercings, stretching her nipples to the limit while she’d reluctantly moaned and continued to wrap her tits around whatever cock was placed in front of her. Her skin was sticky and her hair was damp after numerous loads of cum being dumped all over her body only to have it washed off by someone crudely pouring their drink all over her.
 
“Aw shit, here, we, fucking, GO!”
 
Hermione sobbed,shamelessly fooling the big dicked thug in her cunny into thinking he was making her life miserable even as her body rejoiced at the fresh load of piping hot spunk to fill her womb while waves of pleasure rolled across her body, making her gasp with a wide, lewd smile stretching her cheeks as Flint finished his grunting and pulled free of her whorishly stretched cunt, sharply slapping her ass one final time before grabbing her hip and using it to upend her onto the carpet.
 
For a moment she thought she’d finally get a break, her muscles trembling and her nipples tingling as she dared to hope before being immediately disappointed. Someone’s hand found her hair, not saying a word as they treated it like a leash and pulled until she got the message and stumbled up onto her hands and knees, bruised ass meat swaying as they lead her away from the circle of seemingly fucked out Quidditch players and over to another table.
 
Without a hint of resistance Hermione crawled, piercings hanging below her body and jingling slightly, the ever present weight on her most sensitive spots keeping her on edge as they continued to stimulate her overly used privates before they came to a stop.
 
“See, Draco! I told you I’d find her!”
 
Her heart dropped.
 
To Be Continued...


 
Author's Note: Let me know in the comments whether you’re interested in seeing this scene continued. I plan to continue this series, but I’m gonna spread out past Hermione and into more depth of the other House’s and characters.