HARRY POTTER AND THE HARD PRINCE

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 9 ]

Harry helped Hermione gather her clothes back up and then walked her back to the main building. Once there, he raced up to his dormitory and opened his book for the Art of Dirty Tricks class. There was a spell in the margin that he’d just discovered in class today. He read it again and then practiced it again. He tested it on himself until he was certain that it worked as the Hard Prince promised. Then, he checked the time. There was still 30 minutes before he had to meet Hermione.

Using that time, Harry showered and then skimmed through his textbook again. He spent a few minutes trying to figure out how Hermione would take this whole experience. It would change their lives completely if she had a wonderful time and knew that it was Harry that had provided it for her. Then, there was always the chance that the Room of Requirement would surprise them and have something unexpected waiting for them.

At the appointed time, Harry was standing outside the Room of Requirement as Hermione approached. She was wearing the same thing she’d been wearing as they went for their walk earlier. “Hermione,” said Harry. “When that door opens and we find the stuff to ride you hard and put you away wet, then there is no turning back. Are you sure that you want to go through with this?”

“Absolutely, Harry,” said Hermione. “It’s something that I have to find out.”

“Before we go in,” said Harry, “I want you to consider one thing. What if the last time you were raped was just like this? What if you asked me to find out if you liked it hard and rough? Then, you found out that you did. And then you asked me to help you forget because you couldn’t stand knowing? What if this isn’t the first time or the second time or the third time?”

“It’s only happened to me once, Harry,” whispered Hermione. But, that meant it could be the second time. “Do you know any memory spells, Harry?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” said Harry. “I could make you forget that we were ever standing here talking about this, but I could never make myself forget about your pretty little tits in the afternoon sun.”

Hermione blushed. “Harry, you’ve changed,” she said. “I think I like it. Let’s go see what’s inside.”

The door appeared and they opened it. “Ooo,” said Hermione. “A dungeon.”

Déjà vu, thought Harry, as he stepped into the room. There were the stocks that he’d used on her once before. But, he took in the other implements that filled the room. A few feet away, there were two short pillars. They were shiny metal, six inches high, three inches in diameter, and three feet apart. He led Hermione to those.

“Stand on those,” he said to her.

“Stand? On them?” she said as she stared at them. They were too small and too far apart.

“Do it!” said Harry. “Do it or we’re done here. Take off your shoes and socks and stand on them.”

Hermione removed her shoes and socks and stepped up on the slender cylinders. She had to stand on her toes because the pillars were so narrow. She blushed because the position made her spread her legs wide and it was difficult to maintain her balance.

“Put your arms over your head,” commanded Harry. When Hermione hesitated, Harry snapped, “Do it, bitch, put them over your head and raise them high.”

Hermione felt a tingle run through her body as Harry commanded her. Harry Potter had called her a bitch! She gasped in delight at the thought, but then tried to contain herself. She did as she was told, raising her hands high and stretching for Harry. She was aware just how much that put her body on display even though she was fully clothed.

“Restrainio,” said Harry, waving his wand. Ropes snaked from the ceiling and wrapped around Hermione’s wrists. They pulled her up until she had no choice but to stand on her tiptoes on those tiny pillars. Now her toes desperately sought for purchase on the slick surface of the metallic cylinders. She had to balance the strain on her toes and calves with the strain on her arms as she was stretched into the air.

Now that she was helpless, Harry said, “You don’t remember the stocks, bitch?” He pointed over at them. “You don’t remember anything about this room from last time?”

“Harry, you’re teasing me,” Hermione gasped. “I haven’t been here before. You couldn’t possibly have…”

“We’ll see,” said Harry, cutting her off. He raised his wand. “Zippety doo dah,” he said and watched as her jeans slid down her long, lovely, slender legs. They wormed their way free of her legs and dropped to the floor. “Nice panties,” he said as he appraised her. He walked around her, taking in her round ass, tender thighs, and barely concealed pussy. “Where did you get them?” With her stretched like she was, her ass was so incredibly tight. Every muscle in her legs and ass was taut.

“All my panties are like this,” she said, blushing. She would like to have taken credit for being wild and crazy right about now, but she had to admit. “I don’t know why. I told you that somebody is playing dirty tricks on me. I can’t put on regular panties now.”

“And why would you want to, bitch,” said Harry, noting how her eyes sparkled as he called her that. “With an ass like that, why would you want to wear anything else?

“Do you remember this?” asked Harry. He waved his wand, “Animatus.” As before, her sweater unraveled from bottom to top. “Let me guess,” he said. “You’re missing a sweater. And now you’re missing two.”

“How did you know that?” asked Hermione, aware that she’d never divulged that detail. After that first night she’d been missing her favorite sweater, but she’d never linked it to the forgotten events of that night. She’d just known that it had disappeared.

“And you have a shirt with no buttons?” asked Harry.

“Y-yes,” said Hermione.

“Animatus,” he said again and made the buttons dance in front of the startled girl’s eyes.

“Harry,” Hermione blushed again, “it was you.”

“Expelliarmus,” he commanded and her shirt flew away.

“Do I like it, Harry?’ she asked. “Am I going to have fun?”

“Ooo, that would be telling, wouldn’t it?’ said Harry. “That’s what we’re here to find out. Does the helpless bitch like what she’s about to get? I’ve got a new twist for tonight.” He raised his wand yet again. “Titanium.” Light flashed from his wand and engulfed Hermione’s body.

There was a wicked looking whip on the wall and Harry pulled it down. The bullwhip was 12 feet long with a thick handle in his hand and a knot at the very tip of it. He walked around his captive and snapped it viciously.

“Harry, no,” pleaded Hermione. It was worse than she’d imagined. He looked like he knew what he was doing and she was terrified. She wished she had a safe word like Cho had given her, but Harry seemed to have no compassion for her at all. As he snapped the whip over and over, she realized that was going to leave some marks. A whip like that could rip her skin down to the bone.

Harry finally stopped behind her and snapped the whip. It tore across the room and snapped on her bare back. The force of the blow snapped her thin bra strap. Hermione gasped in pain, the wind knocked out of her. She couldn’t scream as she fought for the wind that had been forced from her lungs. There was a second snap of equal vigor and her body shook from the pain. Her right shoulder strap was shredded by that blow. Still she gasped for breath, unable to scream as the pain took her. A third blow hit her precisely on the remaining shoulder strap. She was unaware that her tiny bra fluttered to the floor as she finally sucked enough air into her lungs to scream, “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

The young wizard stared at his handiwork. The girl’s back showed three faint red marks. The Titanium spell was working. He could whip her all night. She would feel the pain and imagine the damage it was doing, but she didn’t know that the faint marks would be gone by morning. “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Harreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” she screamed. Yet, even as she did, she felt more alive, more excited than she’d ever felt before.

Harry cracked the whip again, and Hermione jumped in pain as it tore through the strap of her thong panties on the left side. Her foot slipped off the pillar and she hung by her wrists for a few seconds. It felt like her arms were being pulled out of their sockets as she scrambled to get her foot back on something solid. Her legs flailed for a few second before she was able to support herself again. The pain in her arms and legs was nothing compared to the pain in her back and now on her hip. No sooner had she gotten settled in than she jumped again as her right hip exploded in pain. Harry’s expertly placed blows had now removed her last garment, leaving her complete nude.

Harry took the time to place two more barely visible stripes on the helpless girl’s back before he walked around in front of her. “Having fun so far, bitch?” he asked.

“No, please, Harry, I want this to stop,” said Hermione. Her body thrilled at the pain, but her mind reeled at the damage being done to her vulnerable body. Her back had to be shredded and bleeding. This was more than she’d bargained for.

But Harry wasn’t ready to stop. He backed away from her until he was just at the right range and then snapped the whip forward. Hermione’s right tit exploded in pain. She gasped, trying to collect her wits and gather her breath for a scream. Horrified at what she would see, she looked down at her … perfect tit. It was still there. A thin red stripe showed where the whip had struck, but she’d expected to see shredded flesh.

Bam! The whip struck again, and her brain exploded in a flash of pain. This time the whip tore at her left tit and she screamed again. For the second time, she felt her foot slip off its tiny support. Her feet scrambled for purchase and she hung for a few seconds before she felt the small relief of standing on her toes. She looked in disbelief at the faint mark that it left. The pain was exquisite. Her whole body was on fire now. Her back, her hips, her tits, her legs, and her arms were tortured, stretched, and whipped.

Then, Harry disappeared behind her again. She heard the whistle of the whip and jumped as it cracked across her pretty little ass. There was a second and a third blow across her ass. The third one left her hanging by her arms again. She couldn’t tell if she was screaming or if there was just a loud ringing in the room.

Then Harry was right behind her. She could feel his presence and hear his whisper, “How about now, bitch?”

She was panting, her body heaving from pain and exertion. “Fuck, Harry,” she panted. “Stop… tick… ling… me… and … make… it … hurt.” She slipped her feet off the pillars, pulled her knees up to her chest, and squeezed her thighs tightly together in an effort to cum. Unsuccessful at that attempt, she put her feet back on the pillars.

It was Harry’s turn to be astonished. He remembered from their previous encounter that Hermione had eventually had a good time. But she wasn’t under the influence of ground rohypnol bones this time. And, he hadn’t pushed her this hard before. He backed away from her again and snapped the whip four times in quick succession. The first one snapped at her calf and ripped her foot off its support again. Before she could recover, he whipped her other calf. Then the whip wrapped itself around her flailing ankle. The final of the four quick blows snapped across and under her foot, with the knob of the whip smacking the tender ball of her foot. “Eeeeeee,” squealed Hermione in pain.

For a few minutes, Hermione hung in position, her legs and arms tortured by the strain, but the whipping over for now. Harry lowered her several feet and moved the pillars closer together, until they were two feet apart. Then, he pulled her legs up behind her and tied first one calf and then the other to her thighs. He helped her put her knees on the cylinders and she found a new meaning of pain. Now her arms were stretched as before, but she could ease the strain on her arms only by putting her weight on her knees. In seconds, pain was shooting through her knees as they supported most of her weight on the hard metal cylinders.

Harry put a short stool in front of Hermione and stepped up on it. “Jonsium Holmsimus,” he commanded. Hermione found herself staring at a foot long cock as it poked at her face. Helpless, she looked for her own wand. Briefly she wondered if Harry knew the Lindium Lovelace spell, but then his cock was in her mouth. He slid it deep and she gagged as it hit the back of her throat.

Mustering all the determination she had, Hermione reminded herself that she was half-muggle. And muggles must be able to suck cock without magic. There was only one thing to do. She relaxed her throat and let Harry’s cock probe even deeper. She inhaled through her nose and felt his cock sink to its full depth. His balls rested on her chin for a second and she was never so thankful to be a mudblood in her life. She could suck cock without magic!

Harry was horrified when he realized what he was doing. He’d forgotten to apply a spell and yet he wondered at Hermione’s talent. “Lindium Lovelace,” he said to correct his mistake. To his surprise, he saw a look of disappointment in Hermione’s eyes, but he didn’t know how to reverse the spell now that he’d done it.

He shoved his cock in and out of her mouth a few times. “Looks like my cocksucking bitch is having a good time now,” he said. There wasn’t a thing she could do except for suck cock right now, so whether she was having a good time or not didn’t matter. He’d known this pretty girl for six years now and she’d never looked better than she looked right now with her lips spread wide and her eyes crossed as she watched the huge cock slide in and out. Even the gurgling sounds she was making were sexy.

Harry felt his cum start to build as his balls started to tingle. The pressure was building up and Hermione’s cute mouth was going to milk him dry. With a huge sigh, he let the cum shoot out of his cock and into her waiting mouth. The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile despite the fact that she had a foot of cock down her throat. He continued to pump in and out as he spasmed several times. Finally, his cock started to wilt as she finished sucking every drop out of the length of his cock.

Staggering back, Harry looked at the beautiful 16-year-old. She was gasping for air after having his massive cock down her throat. Though he knew that every muscle in her body must hurt by now, she looked as contented and happy as he’d ever seen her. He wondered just how happy she’d be if she knew that he wasn’t done with her yet. But, then he figured that she knew that anyway.

The young wizard paced away from the captive witch as he regained his strength. He collected the whip again and walked in front of her, making sure she saw what he had.

Hermione licked her lips as she tried to get the last of Harry’s cum into her mouth and into her tummy. As he threatened her with the whip, she knew she was going to feel the pain again. He walked around her a couple of times, and her confidence wavered. Maybe he wasn’t going to whip her again. Maybe he was just toying with her. Whip me, she begged silently. Do it again. Over and over. Make me hurt. But, he circled her a third time. His cock hung flaccid, disappointing her in another way. Was he done with her? Couldn’t he get it back up? Was this all there was? Her arms and knees hurt, but she wanted more. She wanted pain. She wanted cock.

“Whip me,” she said. “Fuck me. Rape me. Do it like you did before, you son of a bitch. I want a foot of cock up my cunt, Harry. Ride me hard and put me away wet. Make me cum like I’ve never cum before.”

Harry smiled a sinister smile and Hermione knew she was going to get what she wanted. “Which is it, bitch?” asked Harry. “If you could only have one more thing tonight? You want my cock in your cunt or my whip on your ass?”

“Cock, please, Harry, cock in my cunt.”

Harry untied the ropes at Hermione’s wrists and let her down. She lay on her back, her legs still bound calf to thigh. Her legs were spread wide as Harry knelt between them. “Lancelot Magnifico,” he said. Then, “Jonsium Holmsimus.” He put his foot long cock between her pussy lips and shoved it a couple of inches in. His hands went to her small tits and he teased her nipples to hardness. “How much do you want, bitch?”

“All of it, Harry,” she cooed. “Give me the whole fucking thing, up my tight cunt.”

Harry pushed deep, surprised to feel her hymen break as he did. He was sure this wasn’t uncharted territory, but it felt like he was taking a virgin all over again. The girl was tight and he had 12-inches of cock to fit inside her. Bit by bit he worked the entire cock into her pussy and then started fucking her in a steady rhythm.

Hermione led Harry’s hands to her tits, getting him to pinch her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Harder,” she moaned as the pain sent a thrill up her spine. “Harder. Pinch them. Pull them. Fuck me deep and make me hurt.”

Harry was happy to oblige. He liked having his hands all over Hermione’s tender body. The way she writhed and moaned in pleasure as his cock stroked in and out and his hands teased her was arousing. She came once, twice, and a third time as he fucked her thoroughly. Finally, he came for his second time.

Hermione rolled over onto her stomach, propping herself up on her hands and knees. “Now do me in the ass like you did Ginny,” she said.

“Lancelot Magnifico,” said Harry. He didn’t double his size for Hermione’s tight ass. He pondered her rosy sphincter for a second.

“You did do Ginny, didn’t you?” said Hermione, her voice accusing. She rolled over on her back to face Harry. “I wasn’t sure that you’d done both of us, but you did.”

“Uh, yeah,” said Harry, realizing he’d been trapped into the admission.

“Did she like it, too?” asked Hermione.

“Well, actually she was pretty pissed,” said Harry.

“Oh well,” said Hermione. “Her loss.” She flipped back over and wiggled her shapely ass at her friend. “Hard and deep, Harry,” she said.

Harry smiled as he plunged his hard cock between Hermione’s ass cheeks. She resisted his thrust with her tight asshole, making all the more pleasurable for him. It didn’t take long for him to have his third orgasm of the night.

“Oh, wow,” said Hermione as she basked in the afterglow of sex. She wouldn’t have believed it, but it had been fun. The pain and pleasure was just what she craved. Harry was an excellent lover who knew just how to mistreat her to an exquisite level and then treat her to wonderful sex. But, she knew that he was a close friend and this was a one time thing – er, well, two time thing, but this time she wouldn’t forget.

The two of them got dressed in silence. Just as they stepped out of the Room of Requirement, Hermione said, “Harry, thank you for helping me tonight. I just had to know if I liked it this way and wow, did I ever. But…”

She looked at Harry who was fiddling with his wand again. “You don’t want to ever do this again, do you, Hermione?” asked Harry dejectedly. He liked whipping and fucking the pretty girl. Though she was one of his best friends, he didn’t see the problem with doing this over and over. Though she was in love with his other best friend, he still didn’t want it to stop.

“No, Harry, I’ve got my answer. Now we can’t… Harry, what are you doing?”

Harry had raised his wand. “Doing what needs to be done, Hermione,” he said. “You have to forget what happened.”

“But, Harry, if I forget, then I’ll never know. I’ll wonder until…”

“Until we do it again,” Harry finished for her. “How long do you think you can hold out not knowing, Hermione? You couldn’t stand not knowing if you liked rough sex, so you got me to help you answer the question. I figure in two days or maybe a week, you’ll ask me again and we’ll be up here again showing you what I already know.”

“Harry, that’s…

“… a dirty trick,” said Harry. “Love em and leave em, love em and leave em.”

“Are you ready for this, Harry?” asked Hermione, eying the Room of Requirement. She was ready to find out whether she liked having rough sex with a boy.

“No, Hermione, I’ve changed my mind,” said Harry.

“Oh, please, Harry, you promised. I have to know.”

“I know I promised,” said Harry. “But, I twisted my ankle on the way up here. Can we do it tomorrow night?”

“OK, Harry,” said Hermione. She could wait another day to get the answer to her question.