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Malfoy was cackling down at Hagrid, who was reeling from the shock of his beloved hippogriff being sentenced to death. Draco was midway through enjoying the laughter from his cohorts when Hermione’s hand connected with his face. The sound of the smack cut through the air, and Crabbe and Goyle’s laughter turned to stunned silence.

“Don’t you dare call Hagrid pathetic; you foul—you evil—” Hermione raised her hand again, ready to deliver a second blow to the pale cheek of the stringy blond teen, her wand pressed into the soft skin of his pale neck. Harry grabbed her extended arm and pulled it down. “Hermione – he’s not worth it-“ he shot a look of disgust at the sniveling Slytherin. It was moments like these when Draco’s cowardice was plainly displayed.

Hermione turned away, lowering her wand, and walking back up the grassy incline with Ron and Harry.

“You’ll regret this, Granger,” Draco spit after the trio, smoothing the front of his robes, desperately trying to regain face after Hermione’s humiliating slap moments before. Hermione didn’t give Draco the satisfaction of acknowledging his threat as she walked away, curls bouncing behind her.

Draco felt the hatred bubbling up in his throat. She, a mudblood, had the gall to slap him across the face, threaten him, and then walk away ignoring him? He refused to be disrespected, especially publicly, in the presence of lowers, such as Crabbe and Goyle. As Hermione disappeared with Ron and Harry, Draco was already thinking of revenge.

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It was mere days later when Hermione was walking alone towards the empty bathroom that they’d discovered the Chamber of Secrets in before. It was typically unused by everyone, largely still because of Moaning Myrtle’s outburst, but Hermione was oddly attached to the bathroom and used it whenever she was nearby.
She headed in, noticing the bathroom was empty as usual, stopping quickly into a stall to pee before her next class started. As she attempted to exit the stall, the lock on the door stuck. Waving her wand, the door still refused to open. Grabbing the lock on the door manually, she yanked it, and it finally slid open, but the jerk of the door knocked her wand out of her hand. As she swung the door open intent on bending down and grabbing her wand, she was blocked by the sneering face of Draco Malfoy. Hermione let out a little gasp, realizing their faces were incredibly close.

“Get out of my way,” she insisted, trying to push past him, her wand just out of her reach on the floor, before realizing that Crabbe and Goyle were standing off to the side behind him, both with arms crossed, blocking her escape behind him.

“Did you hear that, boys?” Draco laughed, turning to glance behind him at his hulking friends. “She’s still disrespectful, even when it’s not in her best interest”. A lock of his blond hair fell over his forehead, and he pushed it back into his greased back style.

Hermione felt stress starting to spread through her body. For the first time she realized she was alone, that there was little chance of anyone else coming into the bathroom, and that physically there was no way for her to overpower Draco and the others. Her wand was tantalizingly close, but Draco wasn’t going to let her get to it easily.

“Let me get to my wand, Draco”. Hermione realized that fear was starting to seep through in her voice, her eyes wide. Her nose scrunched up, the little stress line appearing in the middle of her forehead.
Draco grabbed her chin, hard, and held her face to look straight at him. “Not so brave now that you’re on your own, are you-“ he paused for a second before spitting the words that Hermione knew was coming, “Mudblood”.

Even though Hermione knew what he was going to say, it somehow didn’t numb the pain of someone spitting the words into her face, and she cringed anyway.
“Did you see that, boys?” He laughed, “I think that might have hurt her feelings-“, he stepped closer, pressing her into the stall divider wall. “Don’t worry though mudblood, you have more than hurt feelings instore-“. Hermione looked from side to side rapidly, gauging her options, trying to think of a way out of this situation, and came up short. She couldn’t believe that her, the brightest witch of her age, could have been tripped up by someone such as Draco.

Draco moved quickly, shocking Hermione, who froze. Draco grabbed the front of her robe, and with surprising strength, tore it down the middle, revealing her perky breasts. “You’ve got surprisingly nice tits for a mudblood, what do you think boys?”

Hermione’s face flushed, and her eyes teared up as Draco leaned to the side, allowing Crabbe and Goyle a better look at her exposed chest. “This isn’t funny Draco, when Dumbledore hear’s of this-“

Draco tore her robe the rest of the way, leaving her completely exposed. “Dumbledore’s not going to hear about this – because we’ll just say that you are a desperate slut who begs for the pureblood boys to let her fuck them in the school bathrooms, and it’ll be one mudblood’s words against the words of three, upstanding, pureblood boys”. He smirked, and Hermione knew he was right. “Plus, my father, works at the ministry-“ he bragged, “There is nothing that you can do to me”.

Hermione stood naked in front of Draco, shockingly aware of the feral looks that Crabbe and Goyle were shooting over Malfoy’s shoulders. As scared as she was of Malfoy, she couldn’t stomach the thought of being violated by all three of them. “Please Draco,” her voice was soft, “I’m sorry, please – I’m sorry I slapped you-“.
“Oh, she’s sorry now, is she-“. Draco laughed, tracing his thin pale fingers over the edge of her breast, before pinching her nipple and causing her to shriek. The sound of her shriek made Draco twitch inside of his pants, and all he could think of was humiliating her.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded, and Hermione knew better than to argue with him. She kneeled, looking up at Draco, Crabbe and Goyle’s leering faces. “Open wide, and if you bite-“ Draco waved his wand threateningly beside her head. “You’ll regret your existence even more”.
Hermione opened her mouth, closing her eyes to avoid acknowledging the situation she had found herself in. “Don’t you dare close your eyes,” Draco snarled down at her, “Keep them open and look at me while I allow you this privilege”.

The snickering sounds of Crabbe and Goyle echoed behind him, as she opened her eyes and looked up in the snarling pureblood above her. He took his hard length out of his robe, and Hermione was shocked by the size, wrapped his hand partway around his thick, veiny cock, he rubbed it against Hermione’s face, causing her to flush in embarrassment.

“What’s the matter, mudblood whore?” He asked her, voice throaty and condescending. “You don’t like the feeling of my cock on your face?” Hermione had never felt so humiliated in her life, but there was a thick heat pulsing in the base of her stomach, and a tingling sensation spread between her legs.

“Open wide-“ Draco taunted her, and Hermione stretched her mouth open allow him to shove his veiny girth inside. “Make sure to keep those bucked teeth under control,” he snapped, grabbing a fistful of her curly hair, as he started to buck his hips into her mouth, careful not to hit his dick off her slightly oversized front teeth.

It took every ounce of control for Hermione to not throw up on his dick, as he hit the back of her throat again and again as he fucked her mouth. Halfway through being face fucked, Crabbe and Goyle had pulled their lengths out of their cloaks, stroking their own lengths vigorously as they watched Draco fuck Hermione’s mouth and throat. Her bare breasts bounced as Draco thrust into her mouth roughly.

Saliva ran down her chin and onto her chest, as he forcibly shoved his cock as far into her mouth and throat as she could take. When she didn’t think she could take another minute of him fucking her mouth and throat, he pulled out.

“Stick your tongue out-“ he demanded, his voice raspy and low, his hand slowly stroking his spit-covered dick. Hermione complied, gasping for air after having her throat fucked so rigorously. Draco didn’t cum into her open mouth, and instead came directly on her eyes, and in her hair, leaving her squinting and letting out a desperate cry.

“Finish off on her boys,” Draco directed, and before Hermione could move from her kneeling position, cum running down her eyes and cheeks, Goyle and Crabbe came on her face seconds apart, Goyle hitting her directly in the eyes, and Crabbe cumming all through the front of her hair. Hermione let out a second cry, trying to rub the cum out of her eyes.
As Crabbe and Goyle cleaned off their lengths and tucked themselves back into their robes, Hermione was still trying to clear her eyes of semen as she knelt naked on the bathroom floor. “Open your mouth, mudblood-“. Hermione complied, though she didn’t know why she did, and suddenly a hot stream hit her face. She forced her eyes open in shock, and gasped as Draco urinated on her face and breasts. “That’s what you’re worthy of being, mudblood. A cum slut and somewhere for me to piss-“.

Hermione had nothing to say as Draco tucked himself back into his robe. “Alright boys, I think that Granger has learned her lesson for the day-“. The three of them headed to the bathroom door. “Do get cleaned up, you’re in an absolutely disgusting state-“ and with another nasty chuckle, the three of them disappeared out the door, leaving Hermione covered in cum, and piss.

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Hermione did her best to avoid Draco after the incident in the bathroom, though the humiliation stayed with her. She couldn’t shake the feeling of herself naked, on the damp stone floor, his cum dripping from her face as she looked up at him, mouth agape before his stream of piss hit her face. The way that he had left her in the bathroom after, Crabbe and Goyle’s laughter fading into the distance as she remained on the floor, covered in cum and urine.

Hermione still had dreams about it, the look on Draco’s face when he rubbed his cock against her cheek before forcing it in her mouth. Something about the vile expression of contempt on his face made Hermione’s stomach flutter in a way that she couldn’t explain. She’d played the moment over again and again, and while the feelings of revulsion didn’t fade, she couldn’t help but crave the adrenaline that had swam through her body.

It wasn’t until Cho Chang was tricked into giving up the location for Dumbledore’s army that they cross paths again. As the students were hauled out of the Room of Requirement, Draco made sure to grab the back of Hermione’s robes, escorting her along with the others. Her wand was confiscated, placed safely in Draco’s inner robes. Hermione had watched her wand disappear inside of his robe, and a knot tightened in her stomach. She wouldn’t have felt such fear if any of the other Slytherin’s had her robes grasped int their hands.

Ahead of them, Crabbe and Goyle had Harry and Ron tightly in their grasp, and Draco paused in the hall as they dragged the Gryffindors along. He faked a sigh, acting like he had just remembered something burdensome. Hermione felt like it was somewhat easy to tell that he was faking his annoyance, but she also didn’t expect that Crabbe or Goyle would pick up on his emotional nuances.

“Why are you stopping?” Crabbe turned his head, looking back to Draco who was delaying walking down the hall with the other two. “Go ahead, I have to go back to ask Professor Umbridge something –“. Hermione kept her chin up, his wand pressing into her throat as he escorted her along.

Hermione’s heart sank in her chest, and she knew that this was an excuse to get her alone again. As he maneuvered her back the way they came, she could feel a prominent bulge pressing into her lower back as he pressed his wand into the side of her neck and turned her away from the others. Hermione tried to shoot a look at Ron and Harry but it was no use. Draco waited for Crabbe and Goyle to disappear out of view before shoving open the nearest classroom door, and slipping inside, enchanting the door behind him. The solid wood door swung shut, the heavy metal lock clacking closed, an enchantment keeping it closed.

The room was dim, littered with furniture, but seemed like it hadn’t been used for quite some time, a thick layer of dust covering everything. Hermione was sure that part of the enchantment he’d put on the door muffled any noise that could be heard outside. She was correct in this assumption. Draco wasn’t nearly as bright as her, but he was clever.

“You never learn, do you Mudblood?” Draco taunted her, letting her go but keeping the wand pointed at her threateningly. His features were sharp, a pointy nose and chin, but they came together nicely. In fact, if his face wasn’t decorated with a scowl for every second of the day, he might even be called handsome. “I gave you a warning last time, or was it too much fun for you?” With a sharp flick of his wand, Hermione’s hands were tied behind her back, the feeling of the magical ropes cutting into the soft skin of her wrists.
At Draco’s insinuation, Hermione’s face flushed a deep red colour. “I assure you that is not MY idea of fun“. Hermione told him defiantly, sticking her nose and chin in the air, as if she had any power in this situation. “In fact, I could list a multitude of things that I find more fun that listening to your poor attempt at banter-“. Hermione smirked a little at Draco, finding pleasure in being able to verbally wind up the blond boy.

“You’ve always had a big mouth,” Draco snapped, “It’s a pity I don’t get to put it to good use more often”. And with that, he shoved the curly haired girl to her knees, and Hermione flinched as her kneecaps knocked off the stone floor, she was sure to have bruises on both of them later. Draco pulled his erect length out from under his cloak, grabbing the back of her head, and shoving his cock between her lips, biting his lower lip to avoid letting a sigh slip out of his lips at the feeling of her hot, wet mouth around his cock. He’d mocked her for her teeth last time, but he felt compelled to use the same insult a second time. “Is your Patronus a rabbit, Granger? You’ve most of the features already-“. He chuckled though there was nothing particularly witty about his jab about her big front teeth.

Draco’s brow furrowed and he “Same rules as last time, Mudblood, if you bite me, you’ll wish your Mudblood parents had never given birth to you-“. The way that Draco spat out every other word of his sentence made Hermione’s pussy wet. She had no idea what it was about the way he vehemently spoke to her, but something about it turned her into a fountain, moisture leaking from between her legs as Draco forced her mouth and head up and down his veiny cock. There was nothing about him that was gentle and his long fingers dug into the back of her head, tangling and pulling sharply through her curly hair.

Hermione focused every ounce of concentration ability into not throwing up on his dick, even when he hit the back of her throat hard enough that tears welled up in her eyes. Tears caught on her long lashes, and Draco could hardly contain himself when he looked down at her wet eyes.

Finally, Draco pulled his cock out of her mouth, leaving Hermione gasping for air, a string of saliva hanging off her lower lip and trailing to the ground. There was something about the brightest witch of their age, staring up at Draco with a vacant cock drunk expression that made Draco feel invincible. Nothing felt better than having someone else at your mercy.

“There’s just something not quite right about this, Granger”. Draco dragged her to her feet, her cheeks still flushed, and panting. “Do you know what it is?” He didn’t exactly sing-song when he spoke, but the way that he set up his sentence was certainly similar.

Hermione shook her head, unable to wipe the string of spit off her lower lip as she hands were bound behind her back. Draco reached between her legs, running his finger between the delicate skin of her pussy lips, causing her to quiver under his touch. He yanked the delicate hairs of her bush, causing her to cry out, before he held up his finger.
“The problem is that you’re enjoying this too much,” he hissed, showing off his glistening finger. “I can’t have fun humiliating you if you’re getting off on it-“. He wrinkled his perfect nose, looking down the bridge at the bound brunette in front of him.

Draco refused to allow himself to find the Mudblood in front of him attractive. It didn’t matter that if she was a pureblood, he would have found her beautiful, the point was that her blood status had ruined the potential of a relationship. She was a mere plaything for a wizard like him. She was meant to be a willing hole whenever Draco needed a release, or to teach her a lesson.

“I think I might have thought of the perfect punishment for you,“ he pondered to himself. “You’re going to love what I have in store for you, Mudblood.” With a quick wave of his wand, and a low incantation, Hermione found herself petrified, unable to move. Internally, her heartbeat quickened, panic slowly started to spread through her body.
Malfoy muttered again, and a wooden stockade appeared in the room. Hermione tried to scream, but of course her expression stayed the same. Malfoy continued muttering, undoing her wrist ties and floating Hermione over to the stockade, positioning her in it, head and wrists clamped in the brace of wood, her hips at an angle behind her, ankles clamped to the posts at the base.

With another flick of his wand, Hermione found herself completely naked, completely exposed and dangerously positioned. “Draco, please, I,” Hermione began to beg, looking up at her classmate.

“And to put a stop to your inane drilling-“ he flicked his wand, and Hermione found her mouth frozen open, unable to speak or make unpleasant noises. Her eyes flicked from side to side, but there was nothing she could stop her mouth from gaping, so wantonly.

“Now you just wait here, Mudblood, and I’ll return presently,” and with that Draco left the room. Hermione wasn’t sure how long he was gone for, but he wasn’t alone when he re-entered the room.

She realized, with a cool sense of horror that he’d brought Crabbe, Goyle, Zambini and Nott. She knew them by sight, none of them were known for being particularly kind people. All in the same matching Slytherin robes, the Inquisitor badges strapped to their chest where Umbridge had pinned them on.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Nott spoke, a soothing kind of rumble that seemed disconnected with his narrow, high-cheek boned face.

“I reckon Draco’s trying to boost our spirits and the moral of the house,” Zambini grinned, clearing the space between Hermione and the door, and running his finger down her cheek.

Draco showed her off to the other Slytherin boys, mocking her a little as he revealed her. “I got you a present,” he laughed, before pretending to look disappointed, “It’s only a Mudblood cum-slut, but some cunt is better than no cunt, right?” Striding up to Hermione, he parted her pussy lips harshly, causing her to squeal. “She’s fun to play with, and I wanted to try and see if we can fit two cocks inside her pussy at the same time”.

Hermione tried to squirm against her boundaries, but there was no use. “Zambini? Do you want the honours of stuffing your cock in her pussy and stretching her out?” Draco and Zambini had grown much closer in the last few years, and he regarded him as being potentially closer to an equal than either the oafs Crabbe or Goyle. Nott was tolerated for his family name, and the fact that Draco wanted five cocks to terrify Hermione with.

Hermione wanted to scream when Draco mentioned stretching her out with Zambini. He’d violated her previously, certainly, but there had been no penetration, no threat of pregnancy, and Hermione was still able to dream about what kind of perfect way she thought to lose her virginity. If she lost her virginity, strapped to a wooden stockade, to part of the Slytherin Quidditch team, she’d never live down the humiliation. For Draco, that was the point.

Zambini pulled out his cock, giving it a couple quick strokes, before rubbing it on Hermione’s lips. “The gaping mouth is a nice touch, Draco,” he complimented his friend as he slid his cock in her mouth, thrusting back and forth a couple times before pulling himself out of her mouth. Saliva dripped off of Hermione’s lip, her inability to close her mouth made swallowing hard.

“Just wanted to wet the wand, you know,“ Blaise walked around the stockade, standing next to Draco, as they both stroked their cocks. “I’ll take her from the underside, you can straddle her and I’ll help you fit in”. Draco instructed, sitting on the bench part of the stockade that was supporting her hips and lower body, he moved forward, grabbing Hermione’s hips with his hand, lining her pussy up with his cock. Without any warning, he thrust into her, feeling the friction as he forced her to take every inch of his bulging cock.

Hermione was forced to stare straight ahead, looking directly at Crabbe, Goyle, and Nott, who were pulling their bulging cocks out of their robes. “Do we get to touch her this time, Draco?” Goyle asked in a tone of voice that tripped with idiocy, and just him speaking made Hermione’s skin crawl.

“I told you-“ Draco hissed, slapping one of her pale ass cheeks, enjoying the ripple and the red hand print that sprung to the surface, “Do want you want to her, outside of maiming her horribly, we have to return her to Umbridge for questioning later and we don’t want too many questions asked”. Not that he honestly thought that Umbridge would really care that much if they returned Hermione in not-great shape.

It was the only thing that the other three Slytherin boys needed to hear before there was a made dash for Hermione’s mouth. The three of them fought to stuff their cocks into her mouth, Nott and Goyle forcing Crabbe to try and fuck her tiddies in the stockade as they both crammed their cocks into her mouth.

Hermione felt overwhelmed with humiliation at the noises, sights and smells of the five men ravaging her body. Their sweat dripped down on her, and the feeling of Nott and Goyle taking turns fucking her mouth, wiping her own saliva over her mouth and cheeks every time they pulled their dripping cocks out.

If Hermione had been allowed to make noise, she would have been whining, making sharp panting noises as Draco forced himself into her deeper, with little lubrication. Zambini let Draco get some momentum going, laying back to fuck Hermione from underneath, before he joined in, swinging his leg over Draco so that he could line his cock up with Hermione’s pussy as well. Hermione thought she was going to be torn in two when Zambini and Draco began to force their cocks into her pussy together. There wasn’t enough lubrication and they wouldn’t go any farther. “Don’t be more sadistic than needed-“ Zambini chastised his housemate, and flicked his wand, lubricating Hermione’s pussy and allowing Draco and him to resume stuffing her to the point of explosion.

Though her body was mostly frozen, Hermione could feel every sensation of her torture. She was gagging repeatedly as her face and throat was being fucked, and she wanted to throw her head back and scream as Draco and Zambini stretched her pussy to far more than she could ever have thought she could handle. There was something about her pussy being so stretched that felt good, Hermione couldn’t deny it. All these men looking down at her, using her so disposably, Hermione couldn’t help but partially enjoy this degradation. Hermione had no idea how much time passed, or how many times the Slytherin’s used her. Repeatedly, Crabbe, Goyle and Nott came on her face, and in her mouth. Crabbe impressively managed to cum while using fucking her tiddies.

Zambini and Malfoy stretched her pussy out together until Zambini came, let out a loud moan, and then let Draco taking over fucking her pussy while he recooperated for a few minutes. After Draco came, they swapped again, Zambini fucking Hermione hard, through a second round. She thought that after two rounds of cum in her pussy each from Zambini and Draco, they allowed Nott a turn. When Crabbe and Goyle tried to get a turn with her pussy, Draco shooed them away. “Next time, boys. We’ll have her again soon.”
Hermione heard Draco’s words and her heart sank. She knew that it was just going to be a matter of time before she was bound in this stockade again, pussy available for unspeakable torture.
After Nott came in her pussy, his sweaty stomach pressed up against her back, Draco waved him off of her.

“I have another fun addition to try out with our new toy,” Draco chuckled before magically inserting a hollow glass butt plug into Hermione’s ass, the kind that stretched someone open, but left space in the middle for either a cock, or just a tunnel to cum inside.

The feeling of the plug in her ass wasn’t a sensation she had ever experienced and Hermione shuddered. With a flick of his wand, the butt plug expanded, and with a second flick it expanded even more. Internally, Hermione whimpered, her ass had never felt so filled and she couldn’t handle the feeling of her stretched pussy and ass.

“Don’t stop fucking her, Zambini,” Draco demanded, “I want her pussy stretched out by the end of this”. Zambini grunted, his fingers digging into her hips, enjoying the feeling of the butt plug pressing through the walls of her ass and rubbing against his cock. He didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to last, for a Mudblood, Granger was incredibly sexy. Perfect little ass, a spattering of freckles on her back, tight ginger pussy – he changed that thought. She’d HAD a tight ginger pussy at the beginning. He grinned a little, sneering down at her tied body, pulling nearly all of the way out before forcing his cock all the way back inside, watching her stretch around him.

“Take the silence charm off of her, Malfoy,” Nott pleaded, his voice thick with lust, “I want to hear her begging for our cocks.”

Malfoy flicked his eye down to Granger, “I think she’ll just plead-“ kneeling beside her face, he looked directly into her big brown eyes. “Look Mudblood, I’ll unsilence you, but know two things. One is that no one can hear you, there’s a silencing charm on this room. Secondly, if you do anything outside of begging and moaning, Zambini and I will together fill your ass with our cocks”. He spat onto her cheek, “So get begging, Granger”.

Zambini was rubbing circles on her clit when Draco unsilenced her, and Hermione couldn’t stop a loud moan from escaping her lips. “You like that?” Zambini smirked, before shifting his position, spreading her pussy lips with his hand to force his cock as deep as humanly possible. Hermione whined out a soft “yes” trying to run from his cock a little as he pulled her back onto him. Nott was the first one to grab her chin, stuffing his cock back into her mouth, enjoying the vibrations of Hermione’s little moans as Zambini and him spit-roasted her.

After Draco and Zambini had both gotten the chance to cum again, and Hermione’s face and stretched asshole had been splattered with cum several more times, the Slytherin’s took a break from ravaging her body, potentially because they were so dehydrated they wouldn’t be able to cum again.

Draco inspected her stretched pussy and ass from behind, and Hermione wished she could hide her face in humiliation. “Well, the boys certainly did a number on you, didn’t they, Mudblood?” He laughed, but Hermione couldn’t see anything funny about the situation. The huge butt plug that Malfoy had magicked into her ass was still spreading her open, though it was covered in cum from multiple cum shots that had been aimed deep inside of her. Hermione could feel cum running out and down her ass as the plug kept her stretched open and ready for more.

He leaned forward, running his cool, thin fingers over her sloppy pussy. “You’re practically dripping, you disgusting girl,“ something about Hermione still seeming to enjoy this, even though she’d been humiliated by five pure-blood men, made Draco’s dick jump in his pants. He could feel his erection straining at the front of his pants, and it enraged Draco. He could never get this hard, and stay this hard, when him and Pansy had sex, why did Granger deserve his best erections.

Angry that she had the power to elicit a boner from him, he easily slid three fingers inside of her, almost no friction as he entered her. “Feel how stretched out you are?” Hermione didn’t say anything, the only sound from her mouth was a soft whine. “I can probably fit my entire hand in your ruined pussy, girl-“ Draco sneered at her, before Hermione felt him adding more fingers, stretching her already sore pussy again.

“Draco,” Hermione whined, struggling against the bindings. “I’m-“. Her pussy was aching, her breasts covered in semen and teeth marks, and her face and hair sticky and wet from multiple cum shots. She just wanted to get cleaned up and go to bed. She was exhausted.

Draco added his thumb, and Hermione let out a sharp squeal before he started to slowly rub at her g-spot. “Do not mistake the rule about no pleading to only apply while the others were touching you, Granger”. Draco snapped, “If you’re not moaning or begging, keep your trap shut-“. He forced his hand in up to the wrist as Hermione squirmed and moaned underneath him. “Now that’s a good slut,” he teased her, rubbing her clit with his spare hand. “Are you going to cum now too, you disgusting thing? While my whole hand stretches out your insides?” He turned his hand a little, and Hermione squealed in pleasure, she’d never felt so good in her life.

Hermione couldn’t help it, the pressure on her insides from his hand, the slow rubbing internally on her g-spot, Draco’s clit stimulation, and the degrading words that he was saying combined to push Hermione over the edge. With a gasp, and a full-body shudder, Hermione came on Draco’s hand, along with a stream of hot liquid that sprayed out of her pussy, onto the stockade and Draco’s arm. This time Draco was surprised, he hadn’t expected her to squirt, and he didn’t know what to say.

Instead he pulled his cock out, before pointing at her abused, stretched asshole, already glazed with the cumshot of four other men, and pissed straight inside of her. "I feel like this is going to become a tradition for us, Mudblood." He grinned, "You just help me relieve myself so well". Hermione felt sick, feeling the splash of urine against her ass, knowing that he was treating her like a toilet.

Suddenly Zambini cocked his head towards the door, “I think we need to go, Draco. Umbridge is going to be wondering where we are”.

Draco knew that he was right, and though he’d wanted to spend more time ravaging the curly-haired brunette, he needed to stay in Umbridge’s good books. “Already, lets go boys.” He flicked his wand and the stockade disappeared, allowing Hermione to fall to the ground. The Slytherin’s headed out the door, and Draco flicked his wand, bringing Hermione to her feet, and binding her hands behind her back again. Another flick and she was once again dressed in her robes, and one more flick and the cum was gone off of her face. “Still have to take you to Umbridge, don’t I,” Grinning he grabbed and pulled her forward, “Come on then Granger,” reaching down between her legs, he grabbed her sensitive, abused pussy through her cloak.

“You can feel all of us drip out of your cunt and remember what it feels like to be useful to real wizards for once if your life”. With that, Draco hauled her out of the room, dragging her to see whatever Umbridge had in store for her. Dragging her towards the door, Draco thought about the fact that his cum and piss were leaking out of her, and would continue dripping out of her the entirety time she was with Umbridge. He couldn't wait to get her alone again.