Author: King Library
Title: The Violation of Hermione Granger
Universe: Harry Potter
Summary: What really happened when the Death Eaters captured Hermione Granger in the Department of Mysteries
Keywords: M+f+ rape anal oral viol magic

               The Violation of Hermione Granger


(This story is based on the movie version of "Harry Potter and the Order
of the Phoenix."  The scene in the room with the Death Arch was highly
sanitized to avoid an NC-17 rating. I mean, c'mon. Death Eaters are pure
evil with magic wands. They've got three nubile schoolgirls in their
clutches. That's going to be PG-13? This is what you know really
happened.)


     The battle was over, and the Death Eaters had won. Scattered
around the edge of the huge underground chamber, the brutal Antonin
Dolohov had Hermione Granger, the mustachioed executioner Walden
MacNair had petite, busty Ginny Weasley, Rabastan Lestrange had pale
blonde Luna Lovegood, while Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom
were throttled by their own captors. More Death Eaters were scattered
about the cavernous room. Lucius Malfoy confronted Harry Potter in the
center of the room, Malfoy with a wand pointed at Potter's heart, Potter
with the Prophecy tight in his hand.
     Hermione found her arms painfully twisted up behind her, her
slender wrists pinned between her shoulder blades by a sticking charm.
Dolohov looked down at the fifth-year witch and licked his leathery lips.
He pulled her round young ass back against his crotch, rubbing
lasciviously. "Not bad for a mudblood," he observed.
     "Let me go!" Hermione squealed, and tried to jerk away. Ginny
swore at MacNair at the same time.
     "KEEP THEM QUIET!" Malfoy roared, his lecture to Potter
having been interrupted. 
     Dolohov touched his hornbeam and dragon heartstring wand to
Hermione's throat and muttered, "Mutus." 
     The struggling student suddenly found that she could barely make
a sound, her angry, frightened shouts coming out as mere whimpers.
Then she felt cold air washing around her hips and between her legs.
Looking down in horror, the prissy schoolgirl saw her jeans and knickers
at her knees.
     The realization struck her like a fist to the stomach. Of course
Death Eaters would know all sorts of rape spells!
     Hermione's eyes flashed around the crude stone room. Ginny's
pants were down too. The little redhead struggled desperately, her arms
twisted up behind her just like Hermione, her mouth open but only a
pathetic panicked whine issuing.  Luna Lovegood looked mildly
concerned as her jeans slid down her skinny, pasty-white schoolgirl
thighs. Both fourth-year witches were standing on low wooden
platforms, just overturned boxes, that raised their bare fannies to a big
man's crotch level.
     Hermione's attention was snapped back to her own ass by
Dolohov's probing hand. Protesting faintly, the brown-haired girl
twisted her hips to try to escape the crude grab at her crack, but Dolohov
just grunted appreciatively. His thumb and fingers spread Hermione's
asscheeks, and she shivered at the feel of cold air on her exposed anus.
Then with a gasp she felt something touching the center of her rosette.
     "Lubricius," Dolohov muttered. He suddenly thrust his wand up
Hermione's ass, making her eyes bug out and her mouth stretch wide in
a scream that was nothing more than air whispering out. The wand slid
in with absurd ease and the Gryffindor prefect was impaled on a cold
wooden stick.
     The brutal Death Eater stepped back, holding his wand in place.
Hermione made an abortive  movement to get away, but was brought up
short by the hobbling jeans around her knees and the twisting pain in her
rectum.
     "... still defy the Dark Lord's demands?" Lucius Malfoy was
saying. 
     "Let them go!" Harry shouted in anguish. "You don't want them!"
     Malfoy chuckled. "Oh, I think MacNair wants the Weasley girl
rather badly. He works with her father at the Ministry, you see. He's
been sneaking into Daddy Weasley's office, and masturbating over the
picture on the desk since she was three. So this is a fantasy come true for
him."               
     Hermione managed to pull her thoughts away from the hornbeam
shaft in her lower intestine, and looked at Ginny. The Gryffindor fourth-
year was standing stiffly, her bare legs apart, with the grinning
MacNair's wand obviously deep in her freckled ass. Her face was
twisted, with anger or shame or pain or all three. Ginny's nipples were
so erect that they showed through her jumper. Hermione could feel her
own nipples swelling to aching stiffness. Every slightest movement,
even breathing, by Dolohov or herself, stirred the wooden spike in the
schoolgirl's anus.
     And between them was Ginny's brother, Ron, choked by a Death
Eater's arm, scarlet with anger and helplessness.
     "Lucky Dolohov, well, he's the winner of tonight's door prize."
     Dolohov acknowledged Malfoy's remark with a laugh and a twitch
of the wand that made Hermione gasp and bend to accommodate it.
     "Yes, when they were told that Hogwarts' star mudblood was here
to be harvested, there was no shortage of volunteers. They all wanted to
be the one to teach Hogwarts' brightest witch her proper place. You
couldn't ask for a more... enthusiastic teacher, Miss Granger. Professor
Dolohov's appetites are simple, but... energetic."
     "No!" Harry shouted, begging. "Let them go!"
     "As for Lestrange, well, he usually has to content himself with
raping and killing little Muggle girls. Hardly better than masturbating
over a colleague's daughter.  But only a virgin witch can provide the
special ingredients for his illegal potions. Tell me, Miss - Lovegood, is
it? - have you preserved your precious maidenhead for his cauldron?"
The Ravenclaw fourth-year seemed to not hear. She stared off into space
with a stunned expression, controlled like her two schoolmates by a
wand up her ass.
     Malfoy's voice suddenly became commanding. "Show Mr. Potter
what happens to the friends of those who defy the Dark Lord! Start with
the mudblood! Then fuck 'em all in the ass!" A wave of Malfoy's wand
silenced Potter's hoarse protest.
     Dolohov made a happy sound. He finished stripping Hermione's
lower body by simply stepping on the crotch of her knickers and lifting
the slender schoolgirl by the waist.
     Hermione crossed her coltish bare legs in a piteous attempt at
modesty. She twisted around to stare into Dolohov's cold eyes, her arms
still pinned to her back, the handle of his hornbeam wand waving gaily
from her asshole. She begged him with her dark brown eyes. But close
up like this, she saw the harsh traces of a hundred inhuman crimes in the
Death Eater's ugly face. She knew he would not show her any more
mercy than he had shown his other victims.
     Dolohov stared back, licking his lips. He kicked Hermione's jeans
aside and set her back down. Dolohov reclaimed the handle of his wand.
He slid his free hand under the front of Hermione's striped jumper. Now
Hermione burned with shame as the leering Death Eater found her
nipples erect and eager for the rough attentions of his callused fingers.
She gasped helplessly when he pinched a distended milk nozzle, rolled it
between his thumb and fingers, plucked it away from its breast then let it
snap back. She could only moan in a weak, discouraged way when he
wrapped his hand around one of her young breasts and arrogantly
squeezed and twisted it like bread dough.
     Dolohov slid his hand down from Hermione's swollen breasts,
over her soft young stomach. Shame burned like acid in her blood when 
she felt hot, pungent juices trickle down the insides of her bare thighs.
Dolohov's callused fingers ran through the curly brown hair between her
legs and slid easily between her lips. Hermione sobbed helplessly, then
jumped at the scrape of Dolohov's finger over her painfully sensitive
clitoris, moaning in distress at the wild movement of the wand in her
rectum and the gush of hot juice over the Death Eater's fingers. Not
being able to speak, to complain, made her feel like an animal rather
than a human being.
     "She's ready for it," Dolohov announced loudly. "Cunt's drippin'."
He slid a finger into Hermione. The schoolgirl raised up desperately onto
tiptoes at the touch of his rough fingertip on her most delicate
membrane, but it was useless. Dolohov snickered into her ear as he
scrubbed a calloused fingertip over her hymen.
     "Virgin," he announced matter-of-factly. "What am I bid for her
bloody bit?"
     "It's mine!" Rabastan Lestrange squawked. "I need it for  "
     "It's mine!" Dolohov roared. "I caught the bitch! And I'm sellin'
it! What am I bid?"
     "Seven galleons," a voice called, the price of a new wand.
     "The mudblood should pay us!" another voice yelled.
     "Eight galleons!"
     Dolohov left Hermione's cunt alone. Her hymen felt raw, scratched.
He pulled the front of Hermione's jumper over her head and down off her
shoulders and bared her breasts, the jumper now uselessly binding her
upper arms to her pinned hands and wrists. Her young breasts were
normally almost perfect white cones, now swollen with excited blood,
capped with brown milk nozzles. 
     "C'mon!" Dolohov called. "Look what you're getting! So firm!
Look at the nipples! Delicious! Can't let it go for a handful of gold,
rather fuck it myself!"
     "Twenty galleons!"
     "Thirty!"
     Hermione's virginity went for two hundred and seventy galleons,
the price of a middling broomstick. The winning bidder swaggered up to
his purchase, grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at him. "You know
my son," he accused.
     Hermione goggled. This gigantic, naked, hairy, stinking oaf had to
be the father of Vincent Crabbe, one of the biggest, ugliest and stupidest
in her year. The oaf nodded, smiling. "I'm going to have a good story to
tell him now. He'll like it. He hates mudbloods and stuck-up swots. Just
like his father." Crabbe grabbed Hermione's head in hands like hams and
made her  look at his limp cock. "Thought you might like to see. Before
you suck."
     Dolohov stirred her guts with his wand, forcing the prissy
schoolgirl to shimmy like a belly dancer. Her swollen clitoris throbbed
with her pounding heartbeat, dripping with lube. Crabbe forced her to her
knees on a low wooden platform that hadn't been there before. Dolohov
dropped to one knee behind her to hold the wand in her ass. Thumbs
jabbing painfully into the hinge of her jaw forced her wet mouth to open
with a startled squeak from deep in her throat. A stinking fat tube of flesh
was placed on her tongue. Saliva welled up around it. Crabbe's hand
grabbed her whole face, squeezing Hermione's mouth around his thick
organ.
     "SUCK!" he ordered.
     Hermione sucked. She almost vomited with disgust. She wanted to
bite Crabbe's dick off but found she couldn't touch it with her teeth. She
hated the massive Death Eater. She hated herself. She sucked, her cunt
leaking on the insides of her skinny thighs.
     Crabbe's other hand wrapped around the whole back of Hermione's
head, pressing her face into his stinking crotch, her nose buried in his
rancid pubic hair, her chin rubbing his hairy balls. The cock in her wet
pink mouth thickened, lengthened, hardened. Hermione's tongue pressed
against the thick sperm-filled vein on the underside, tasting its meat,
feeling its heat. The dried sweat on the stretched skin made it taste like
salt pork.
     Crabbe's growing cock crawled along Hermione's tongue like a
snake. It filled her little mouth, pressing up against her soft palate. It
slithered into her throat. Hermione gagged uncontrollably. Crabbe
shuddered. "Yeah. Choke on it, mudblood. That's what you're good for.
Choking on pureblood cock!" Hermione went right on gagging as
Crabbe's cock reached full erection, the blood-engorged head lodged in
her throat so she couldn't breathe. Crabbe rubbed his hand over the back
of Hermione's head, sliding on her bushy brown hair.
     "Yes. Yes," Crabbe muttered as he pulled his erect cock out of
Hermione's throat, leaving a trail of slimy precum on her tongue.
Hermione inhaled air past the retreating shaft, making bubbling noises in
her saliva. When the cock was almost out, she suddenly bobbed her head,
spit flying from her open mouth, capturing the rim of Crabbe's cockhead
with her lips, swabbing the oozing tip with her little pink tongue, trying
to suck it back in. 
     Crabbe froze, drawing in one deep breath and holding it. Then he
released it with a chuckle. "Yeah. Yeah. That's what pureblood cock
tastes like, mudblood. Can't get enough of it. None of you can."  
     Sounds of choking came from the direction of Ron Weasley.   
Hermione felt a stab in her heart. Ron must have seen her going after
Crabbe's dick.
     Hermione pointed the tip of her tongue and used it to draw circles
on Crabbe's blood-fattened cockhead. Crabbe looked down on the
kneeling schoolgirl adorning his gleaming organ and licked his lips.
Suddenly he narrowed his eyes.
     "Try sticking your tongue in the piss slit. On the tip," he suggested.
He stiffened and then shuddered slightly. "Oooohhh," he groaned. Then
he took a step back and popped his cockhead out of Hermione's sucking
mouth. She was left with her tongue sticking out of her circled lips.
Hermione closed her mouth and stared down at the stone floor, breathing
heavily
     "I know what you're up to, bitch," Crabbe taunted her. "Trying to
suck me dry, save that precious cunt of yours. Well, you'll suck me dry.
You'll suck us all dry. But first I'll take care of that mudblood cunt. Up!"
     Dolohov stood, lifting Hermione with the wand in her ass. She
hurried to scramble to her feet. Crabbe took her waist, his two hamlike
hands completely circling the slender fifth-year so that his fingertips
touched her spine and his thumbs touched her navel. He lifted Hermione
like she was a doll.
     Hermione kept her skinny legs closed on Dolohov's wand hand,
fighting the horrible temptation to just melt in utter feminine surrender
and give up her cherry without a struggle. She had not been trying to trick
Crabbe. She had gone for Crabbe's withdrawing cock without thinking.
She had found a hard cock bulging her throat to be somehow fulfilling, as
if she had been missing it her whole life without knowing. 
     Now she couldn't help thinking that one up her drooling virgin cunt
would feel even better. But that was wrong, so wrong. Specially with Ron
watching.
     Crabbe fed Hermione's erect nipples to his mouth. He licked and bit
the firm nubbins. He rubbed his ugly face on her perky breasts. He took
half of one breast into his mouth and swabbed it with his tongue. He
sucked like he expected to get milk. With a sigh, he let Hermione's
breasts slide down his chin and lowered the girl's crotch towards his cock.
     Dolohov began waving the hornbeam wand around in Hermione's
guts. She gasped and flopped like a gaffed fish in Crabbe's hands. Her
skinny legs kicked apart and she found Crabbe's massive bulk between
them.
     "Merlin, she wants it bad!" Crabbe gloated. "Jumpin' on my dick!
My boy will be jealous of his father when he hears about this!" 
     Hermione wanted to die. Her dripping cunt was so vulnerable it
actually tingled, so excited she could feel it quivering, and Crabbe's erect
cock was only inches away. Trapped between the two Death Eaters, she
began shaking in fear and need and helplessness, blubbering childishly. 
     "You want it so bad. Time to put you out of your misery," Crabbe
told her with a crooked leer. He touched his swollen cockhead to
Hermione's cuntlips, and she gushed out lube. "Damn you want my cock!
Droolin' over it!" 
     Hermione moaned and tried to get off Crabbe's cockhead but it was
hopeless, and she didn't try very hard. Crabbe carefully maneuvered the
tip of his cock between her lips. She was so slippery and wiggly, it took
him four tries to get it started in.
     Hermione threw her head back against Dolohov's chest, her mouth
opening wide, her eyes looking up at the blackness above. Crabbe forced
into her slowly, carefully, fucking into Hogwarts' star pupil with short
repeated jabs, savoring every millimetre of schoolgirl cunt. Hermione
protested weakly at the strange new feeling of being stretched out down
there, but like the cock in her throat, it also felt wonderful. Then she
arched her back and rolled her head from side to side, her legs kicking as
much as they could with Crabbe's bulk splitting them. 
     Tears sprang out in her eyes at the pain in her hidden pink
membrane. Crabbe's cocktip pushed it up while his shaft stretched it out.
The massive Death Eater continued forcing himself slowly into the
writhing Gryffindor. Hermione's mouth opened wide into a silent "O" as
she felt herself beginning to rip. Her breath came fast and shallow.
     Crabbe laughed gloatingly as virgin's blood oozed onto his
cockhead. His cock's progress through Hermione's slowly splitting
hymen was now easier for him and even more painful for her. Tears
streamed from the corners of her eyes and she gasped hopelessly. Crabbe
struggled to control himself as he felt the torn edges of Hermione's
maidenhead sliding over the rubbery turret of his cock, defenseless purity
yielding to heartless brutality. Hermione's face was twisted in pain. She
jerkily shook her head "No, no."
     Then Crabbe was sliding in with no resistance but her slippery
virginal tightness. Hermione's cunt bled on the thickest part of the Death
Eater's cock. The handle of the hornbeam wand shifted in Dolohov's grip
as Crabbe's prick displaced the panting girl's internal organs. 
     Dolohov chuckled. "Like that, girl? You just earned me two hundred
and seventy galleons!" He moved his wand tip side to side, rubbing it
against Crabbe's cock through Hermione's rectal and vaginal membranes.
Both Hermione and her raper gasped.
     "Whack her pancreas again," Crabbe said breathlessly. "I think she
likes it."           
     Crabbe let his cock take Hermione's weight for a second. He
adjusted his hands on her waist and after a moment, lifted the deflowered
witch four inches. A hot mixture of lube and blood dripped down the
exposed base of his cock onto his balls. The nostrils of the two Death
Eaters flared as they drank in the metallic tang of freshly slaughtered
cherry. They grinned at each other over Hermione's twitching face.
     Crabbe began jacking his cock with Hermione, lifting her and
lowering her. Her head nodded on Dolohov's chest with each stroke. The
hornbeam shaft worked her ass. Her slight body was barely visible as it
moved up and down between the two big Death Eaters. Her already stiff
nipples brushed Crabbe's abundant chest hair, keeping her nozzles
swollen and throbbing.
     Crabbe's breathing came faster and his hips started to thrust up to
meet Hermione's cunt. Hermione closed her eyes and made a little grunt
every time Crabbe's dick slammed home. "Nuh. Nuh. Nuh. Nuh. Nuh.
Nuh..." The smell of blood and lube got stronger.
     At first, Hermione's legs just moved limply with Crabbe's thrusts.
Now they began moving on their own, her heels scrabbling at Crabbe's
hips. Crabbe's mouth pulled back, baring his teeth in a wolfish grin. He
relaxed his grip on the girl's waist and let Hermione ride his rod. Her
grunts became moans, "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, OH OH OH OH..."
     "I can smell her over here!" Walden MacNair growled impatiently.
     "The little bitch is cumming," Crabbe sneered. "What a slut."
     "OH! OH! OH! OH!"
     "Aw Merlin her cunt's grabbing my dick!"
     "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Hermione moaned in a rising pitch,
her mouth wide open, the sound coming directly from her throat. Her little
body moved insistently up and down between the two Death Eaters, her
back flexing and her legs straining.
     "Merlin. Merlin. Merlin."
     "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...!" Hermione finished with a long excited
squeal, trim little body twisting on Death Eater cock, back arched, nipples
pointed up, eyes closed, an ecstatic expression on her pretty face. She
shivered deliciously as her orgasm ended. Her movements slowed down.
     Crabbe's sped up. "FUCK! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Crabbe thrust so hard that Hermione's now
wide-eyed face bounced above his shoulder. Again. Again. Again.
Hermione felt something squirting deep up her cunt with each thrust. It
burned on the raw and bruised membranes, but her cunt clamped as if it
wanted to keep all the briny fluid for itself. She started to come again, her
eyes fluttering as if she was about to faint from the intensity.
     Crabbe finished and his cock quickly went limp,  slipping out of
Hermione's grabbing cunt in a thick gob of gooey red-tinged sperm. The
huge Death Eater stepped back, breathing heavily. Hermione, in the
middle of her second orgasm, looked lost and disappointed, her coltish
legs twitching. There were sobbing sounds from the direction of Ron
Weasley.
     "Tight but slippery. Worth every sickle," Crabbe told Dolohov,
breathing hard. "Wouldn't be surprised if I get a bastard out of it. Enjoy
that tight ass."  He took a moment more to catch his breath, then wandered
off, leaving Hermione standing shakily in front of Dolohov, her skinny
thighs a mess.
     "I plan to enjoy it. Don't think she'll enjoy it any," Dolohov
sniggered, more to Hermione than anyone else.
     Dolohov pulled his hornbeam wand out of Hermione's anus,
grasping her slender shoulder to make sure she couldn't escape. He held
the wand under her nose and made her smell it. Then he wiped it off on
her jumper, placed the wand to her throat, and said "Mutus" in a slightly
shaky voice, renewing the spell that had started to wear off. He lifted
Hermione with an arm around her waist and set her back down on the low
wooden platform. He kicked her feet to the edges of the box, just more
than shoulder width apart. He made her take an obscene bow, bending her
at the hips so that her round pink ass jutted back at him.
     Dolohov cleared his throat and positioned himself. Hermione felt
something on her abused rosette. Not as hard as the hornbeam wand,
rubbery, broader. Her rosette felt slick, slippery, and the fifth-year girl
knew that Dolohov's organ would replace his wand so easily if she let it.
     "Nhh - nhh " she faintly grunted in protest. She came up on tip-toes
to try to get away from Dolohov's cockhead, but the extra height just
made it easier for him.
     "I won't use magic," Dolohov gloated in her ear. "Make it too easy
on you. Use force."      
     Hermione's eyes clamped shut. She concentrated all her being on
her sphincter and the invader demanding admission from it. The fifth-year
prefect squeezed hard. She sobbed in frustration. She was weak from
Crabbe's rape and her own unholy and unfinished climax. Her anus was
so slippery, it wasn't helping at all! It took all her willpower to keep
resisting, to not just let Dolohov's cock --
     Dolohov snapped his wand across Hermione's nipples. She felt
rectum-warmed wood striking her perky young breasts. Her nipples were
distended and throbbing with her pounding heartbeat. The pain in her
rigid nipples distracted Hermione for a fraction of a second and her anus
opened a fraction of an inch and couldn't close again. Dolohov sniggered.
Hermione moaned.
     Dolohov pulled Hermione's torso up straight so everyone could see
her breasts. There was a sudden swish and an explosion of pain in
Hermione's left breast. Her mouth flew open and she breathed a scream of
pain. Another swish and her right breast was burning. Dolohov made
pleased, almost laughing sounds in Hermione's ear as he whipped her
breasts with his wand. Swish-crack! Swish-crack! Swish-crack! On her
swollen nipples, on the meat of her milk glands, in her cleavage.
Hermione's slim body tried to contract around her defenseless breasts, her
skinny shoulders hunched in a pathetic attempt to protect them. But the
sticking charm kept her wrists pinned between her shoulderblades.
     At last Dolohov rested his wand, but never let up the attacking
pressure of his rigid organ. Hermione's throbbing breasts felt twice as big
as normal. As the flaming pain in her poor breasts faded slightly,
Hermione realized with panic that the very tip of Dolohov's organ had
worked her sphincter open and was peeking into her rectum.
     The titwhipped girl struggled desperately to get her anus off
Dolohov's cock. At the same time, the brutal Death Eater jerked her
backwards onto his unyielding organ. Her anus expanded to its limit on
the advancing barrel of the Death Eater's hard organ. Her eyes still tight
closed, Hermione felt a sickening, horribly painful stab as her sphincter
tore. Dolohov viciously jerked her back on his cock again and the thickest
part of the shaft was in her ripped sphincter.
     The pain of resisting was now impossible for even the spunky,
determined young witch to bear. She gave up. Hermione's head lolled
back onto Dolohov's shoulder. Without a conscious decision, her anus
accepted sodomy. She stopped holding her eyes closed and they opened
by themselves, staring into the infinite emptiness above the room.
     "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh yes..." a pleased Dolohov sighed as his penis
sheathed itself in bleeding schoolgirl ass. 
     Hermione no longer wanted to concentrate on what was happening
to her. Her head rolled meaninglessly with Dolohov's every movement. 
     Her eyes saw Ginny Weasley, weeping furiously, a triumphant
Walden MacNair pulling on her long, luxuriant red hair to force her ass
down on his cock. She saw Luna Lovegood, eyes bugged out, looking
distantly shocked, as Rabastan Lestrange pumped her pale white fourth-
year ass.
     She saw Ron. He was crying like a baby as he was forced to watch
his little sister and the girl he loved being anally violated by Death Eaters.
Ron and Hermione looked into each other's eyes as Dolohov's cock
stretched her rectum. Hermione shuddered at the bizarre, unnatural feeling
of something hard and alive forcing itself up her lower intestine. Her body
shook as Dolohov bottomed out in her, his cock fully embedded in
schoolgirl  rectum, his hips slapping into her soft buttocks. Hermione
vaguely realized that she had been emitting a low, continuous whine as
Dolohov's cock had raped up her ass.
     Hermione watched the last remnant of Ron's manhood die. He
stopped struggling and  turned his head away, from her and from Ginny,
accepting that he could not protect them, abandoning his sister and his
love to their rapers. He seemed to shrink.
     Dolohov laughed victoriously. "Don't look away, boy," he sneered.
"Watch how a man fucks a tight young piece. Learn something!" Ron
acted as if he didn't hear, his body limp and impotent  in a Death Eater's
grip.
     "I SAID WATCH!"
     Green lightning lit up the cavernous room. Ron's head snapped up
as if jerked by invisible ropes. His eyes were wide and unblinking, glued
on Hermione. Hermione could see that his will was broken. The empty,
hopeless, emasculated look in his eyes sickened her.
     Dolohov began fucking Hermione's ass. The girl whimpered in pain
as her torn sphincter was savaged by the Death Eater's uncaring thrusts.
She tried to mouth a tearful "I'm sorry" to Ron but she was starting to
drool from the punishment she was taking. A thick gob of saliva oozed
out onto her trembling chin.
     MacNair's raucous laugh echoed about the room. "Don't ignore
your sister, boy!" he shouted joyfully, and with another flash of green,
Ron's head whipped around and he had to watch Ginny's defilement. The
assraping MacNair had been joined by a naked, erect Death Eater who
waited for Ron's eyes to lock on to Ginny. The chuckling Death Eater ran
his crude hands over the Gryffindor fourth-year's white body while Ron
tried to choke out a protest. The Death Eater carefully positioned his hard,
upstanding rod in Ginny's red cunt hair, then deflowered her with a brutal
upward thrust. Ginny's mouth sagged open and she wept, sobbing in
despair.  MacNair also was fucking hard and rough, holding his fourth-
year victim by her soft hips. Ginny's long red hair shimmied down her
back. She still made occasional weak attempts to climb off the two
impaling cocks.
     "Did you see that boy?" MacNair yelled. "Tell your father! Tell your
father how his little girl got popped while Walden MacNair gored out her
tight little asshole!"
     Green flash. Ron had to watch as Dolohov again whipped
Hermione's tits to a burning painful red, slashing his wand into the tender
mounds in time with his assraping strokes. Hermione was in agony, as
every crack of Dolohov's hornbeam wand made her outraged anus spasm,
sending a wave of sick pain from her split sphincter through her sweating,
trembling body. 
     Through all this, Rabastan Lestrange's oily voice could occasionally
be heard as he told Luna Lovegood what he planned for her. "I'll cut your
breasts off alive. Your nipples can be used in numerous illicit potions. I'll
cut each one into eight pieces before your eyes..."
     Green flash. The Death Eater in Ginny's bleeding cunt had her
jumper up and mauled her plump breasts like he wanted to rip them off.
He was fucking her out of control. "AW FUCK!" he yelled, ramming
himself as deep as possible into the Gryffindor fourth-year. "FUCK! OH
FUCK! OH FUCK!" He squeezed Ginny's breasts so hard the muscles of
his arms trembled. Ginny's eyes were wide and wild and her mouth
stretched open in a scream of pain that no one could hear. Her raper
shouted.  "FUUUUUUCK! FUCK! Fuck... fuck."
     At last, the Death Eater was done with her. He let Ginny's deeply
bruised tits slip from his hands, pulled his still-hard, blood reddened cock
from the young girl and staggered back, weak in the legs. MacNair now
started pounding Ginny Weasley's pale ass so hard she was bouncing up
into the air, her head rattling. "Hey boy," he growled, "you know what a
donkey punch is? Watch!"
     MacNair held Ginny by the back of her jumper, letting her small
body sag forward. His ass was a blur he fucked her rectum so fast. Her
injured breasts swung in every direction.
     The executioner formed his free hand into a fist like a brick, jerked
back on Ginny's jumper so her head flopped up, and punched the back of
Ginny Weasley's head with a crack like a breaking bone. Red hair flew
everywhere like sparks from a firework. MacNair yowled, forcing every
millimeter of cock into the youngster's raped asshole, holding himself
deep in her as Ginny lost consciousness and her abused anus clamped
automatically on her rapist's spurting organ. MacNair's hips shuddered,
shaking Ginny's limp body on his cock. "So tight!" he exclaimed "So
fuckin' tight! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
     MacNair stood, the very picture of the triumphant rapist, hips thrust
forward, limp little victim on his cock, his chest heaving, a demonic glee
lighting his animal face as he pumped cum into a helpless broken girl.
     "YOU TELL YOUR FATHER ABOUT THAT!" he roared. "TELL
YOUR MUGGLE-LOVING FATHER WHAT WALDEN MACNAIR
DID TO HIS LITTLE GIRL! TELL HIM HOW I BLASTED JISM UP
HER TORN BLEEDING GUTS!"
     Green flash. Dolohov laughed at Ron's horrorstruck face. "Little
sister not so cute now, eh boy? Just a cum dump. Like your mudblood
girlfriend here." His hips were out of control slamming Hermione's butt.
"I want this one to feel every drop of my poison! I want her to feel every
sperm raping her ass!    Uh! Uh! UH! TAKE IT YOU LITTLE
MUDBLOOD BITCH!  TAKE IT ALL!"
     Hermione was so battered she was blowing snot bubbles. Dolohov
humped Hermione's ass with big, extravagant thrusts, making her welt-
marred breasts bounce, making spit shower from her mouth. Hermione
whimpered as she felt something burgeon like a vile fungus a half-foot
deep in her rectum. Dolohov grunted as if in pain and Hermione felt the
horrible burning stuff spreading within her. 
     Six spurts of Death Eater jism pulsed inside the star schoolgirl.
Dolohov bared his ragged teeth and laughed in joyous release as his balls
dribbled the last drops of semen into Hermione's rectum. Then he just
stood breathing hard, as if too exhausted to lift his broken victim off his
cock. After a minute his organ started to go limp. Her face twisting with
pain and dripping sweat and saliva, Hermione's guts spasmed and she
shitted the raping cock out of her rectum like a turd. She shook with the
torment of her ruined sphincter as Dolohov's softening penis squeezed out
and fell away, dripping semen and shit and blood.
     Hermione fell to her knees on the wooden platform. She stared
bleakly into the distance, dazed, raped brainless. Ginny was just a heap of
unconscious meat on the floor in front of MacNair, dropped there like a
sack of garbage, her anus gaping open. Luna stood motionless in front of
Lestrange, tears pouring silently from her staring sightless eyes. Ron
looked like he'd just been castrated with a rock and a blunt axe, hanging
limp in a Death Eater's headlock.
     Harry Potter was trapped in an invisible box, pounding on it with
one fist, shouting unheard, offering the Prophecy as if eager to be rid of it.
Malfoy flicked his wand and the invisible box was gone.
     "Take it! Take it!" Potter practically forced the orb into Malfoy's
hand. "You didn't have to do this!" Potter wept.
     Malfoy admired the Prophecy smugly. "Actually," he said in a low
voice not meant to carry, "I did. You had to give the Prophecy to me
without conditions, that's how they work." He indicated the other Death
Eaters with a tilt of his head. "They get to rape captives. It's in the
contract. As I explained, MacNair has had a horn on for the Weasley girl
since she learned to walk. We've all wanted Granger on our cocks since
she arrived at Hogwarts. Perhaps you're too homosexual to notice, but
she's the hottest piece of ass in the wizarding world since Rowena
Ravenclaw hit menopause."
	Dolohov took a big handful of bushy brown hair and wiped his cock off 
with it. Hermione's lips parted and closed, parted and closed, for no reason.
There were no reasons left.
     "All right!" Malfoy got a grip and glared around the room. "Let's
get out of here, and start these three on their new careers as comfort
witches and potion ingredients. MacNair, pick that up. Dolohov, wipe the
snot and saliva off her face and --"
     Suddenly the room was full of pure white light that didn't belong in
that room, There were shouts and curses and thudding bodies. The little
wooden platforms disappeared. Hermione toppled forward, her face and
tits slapping down on the clammy stone. The pain was the last thing she
remembered..


     Hermione Granger was lying under white sheets behind white
curtains in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. There was a rolling cart bearing
dozens of shiny potion bottles at her left. A cabinet with a vase of flowers
on top was at the head of the bed on the right.
     The curtains twitched and the voice of Professor Severus Snape,
smooth and sneering, broke the antiseptic silence.
     "Ah. The witchsicle."
     Hermione turned her head on her pillow to look at Snape. After a
few seconds she understood what he meant and she was finally roused to
say something. "How dare you!"
     Snape raised an eyebrow an eighth of an inch and corrected her.
" How dare you, *Professor*.' Dolohov had you on his wand, did he not?"
     "You - you - how dare you come in here -" Hermione sputtered.
     "I was ordered to come here," Snape sighed, as if the titwhipped,
raped and sodomized girl was being unreasonable. "The Headmaster
ordered me to Obliviate your memories of the, ah, events in question.
Personally, I think you can only be improved by knowing that your body
has given men much more pleasure than your mind, or - " he shuddered
delicately " - your voice. But, the Headmaster feels otherwise. Your
injuries will be attributed to combat -"
     "And when did you become such an expert on Obliviating a student's
memories of sexual abuse?" Hermione demanded angrily.
     "Shortly after I began teaching at Hogwarts," Snape replied with an
oily smile. "You're not the first Hogwarts girl to be forcibly shagged and
buggered." He reached into his black robes and withdrew his wand.
     "No," said Hermione.
     Snape paused, his wand pointed at nothing, and looked at the fifth-
year Gryffindor.
     "You're right," Hermione said.  "I'm better knowing what I am. It
was that spell that brought it out? Lubricius? Brought it out. It didn't
make me a slut."
     "Yes, that is one effect of the Rape Charm. Otherwise you might as
well use the Imperius Curse. The Rape Charm is considered much more
degrading. Are you absolutely sure?"
     "Yes." Hermione let her head roll back and stared at the ceiling. "I
think I was always afraid of this, deep inside. That I would go crazy the
first time I saw a - a man's -" She pressed her lips together, then spat out
the words. "*A cock*. Now I know. I know - what I have to be careful
about, " she finished weakly.
     "The Headmaster will want to confirm that this is your choice."
     "Yes."
     "You must never discuss these... events, with anyone else. They will
all be Obliviated."
     "Of course." She turned her eyes to look at Snape again. "It's better
to know the worst about yourself, isn't it?"
     Snape was silent for a moment. "It has its value. I do not know if it
is better."
     "This is my choice."
     "Very well." Snape put his wand away. He approached the head of
Hermione's bed, looking down on her. "I usually... sample the wares
before Obliviating a girl. A privilege of my position. You may choose not
to be Obliviated, but you may not deny me my prerogative." He opened
the front of his black robes, revealing dingy grey shorts bulging with
obvious male arousal. His hand went to the back of Hermione's head and
pulled her face to the edge of the bed.
     "And, as you now acknowledge, you are a slut."
     Hermione was too stunned to protest as Snape rubbed her face over
his bulge. Then she found her face moving on its own, bringing her
bruised mouth to the center of the bulge. Her mouth opened on it and she
grasped the meat shaft in her white teeth through the grey cotton. Snape
moaned as the fifth-year prefect turned her bushy-haired head from side to
side, jacking his cock with the teeth that her dentist parents had worked so
hard to make straight, even and gleaming.
     Hermione released the now fully erect cock from her teeth. She
lifted up a little, ignoring the sharp pains in her ravaged crotch, and
pressed her lips to the top of the bulge through the dingy shorts. She
kissed her way down Snape's hard length, giving it her lips every half
inch. After a dozen kisses she reached his balls, kissing one and nuzzling
the other through the warm grey cotton.
     Her teeth returned to the thickest part of Snape's bulge. Hermione
grabbed the waist of Snape's shorts with one hand. Her teeth released his
cock only at the last moment, as she pulled the dingy cotton down and off.
Her brown eyes crossed a little to focus on the uncircumsized  cock only
inches from her face. Her mouth opened in an inviting circle. She licked
her lips to wet them.
     "Do you wish to suck my cock, girl?" Snape asked.
     "Yeah," Hermione mumbled, nodding.
     Snape put the head of his cock into Hermione's lips. Hermione
closed her mouth on the swollen organ and used her lips to peel back the
foreskin. Her mouth watered at the strong taste of Snape's uncovered
head. She pointed her tongue and jabbed it into Snape's piss slit, making
him cry out in a shocked tone. Hermione's lips smiled around Snape's
foreskin.
     Snape thrust his cock into Hermione Granger's mouth. His wasn't
quite as big as either of the cocks that had raped her, but every bit as hard.
Hermione could feel the veins, pumped up with excited blood, sliding
through her lips. The schoolgirl sucked her professor's sex organ, all the
way to her soft palate and into her throat. She gagged and tried to swallow
Snape's cockhead. The hand on the back of her head held her there.
     Snape pulled the sheet down and took her breasts in his other hand,
squeezing and pinching through the thin hospital gown. Hermione
flinched in pain, her whipped breasts still tender, but Snape took no
notice. He pulled the gown up to bare Hermione's breasts. Hermione
made a cock-muffled whimper as her bruised nipples erected painfully.
She could feel leakage from her cunt.
     "Good girl," Snape murmured, his hand stroking the hair at the back
of Hermione's head, his fingers barely three inches from his cocktip
through her neck. "Good girl." The fact that he was talking to her and
petting her like she was a skittish domestic animal only made Hermione
suck harder. "You suck even better than Hannah Abbott," Snape said with
a malicious smile. He rubbed her breasts so that Hermione's stiff nipples
tickled the palm of his hand.
     Snape's cock withdrew enough so that Hermione could taste the
leaking precum on her tongue. "Bob your head," the professor instructed.
Hermione did as she was told, her pink mouth making liquid clicking
noises as she drooled on her Potions Master. On each bob of her head,
Snape's cock entered Hermione's throat just enough to make her gag. She
licked whenever she wasn't gagging.  "Good girl."
     Hermione felt Snape's cockhead swell in her mouth, changing from
the consistency of foam rubber to solid rubber. She kept bobbing and
licking. The hand on the back of her head was no longer petting, but
controlling, hair twisted painfully around the fingers. It barely restrained
itself from jamming her pretty face all the way down.
     "Miss Granger. When you taste my seed, you are to keep it in your
mouth. Do not swallow it. Do not, DO NOT spit it out!"
     "Mmmm-hmmmm."
     "If you spit, I'll make you lick it off the floor. Do you understand?"
     "Mmmm-hmmmm."
     "Good - good girl. Good girl."
     The hospital bed creaked rhythmically as the girl's head bobbed.
     "MISS GRANGER!"
     Hermione felt an urgent spurt of hot semen against the roof of her
mouth. The hand on the back of her head allowed no escape. She closed
her throat and clamped her lips on Snape's shuddering shaft. She felt the
thick cock vein pulse and another spurt blossomed in her little pink
mouth. The briny slime coated her tongue and she felt her wounded cunt
spasm painfully in jealousy. Another spurt in her mouth. Another. A long
slow dribble of jism right on her tongue.
     Snape kept his cock marinating in Hermione's mouth until he began
to soften. The professor took his hand from her breasts, grabbed the
schoolgirl's mouth and kept it tight around his shaft as he slowly pulled
out. He looked carefully and saw that only a few drops had spilled out to
drip down her flushed cheek.
     Snape sighed with the air of a job well done. Hermione stared at
him, her brown eyes wide, her lips pressed shut, her mouth full of salty
teacher seed. Snape stared back into her eyes. He took out his wand,
touched it to Hermione's forehead, and said "*Legillimens*!"
     The memory of her rape and degradation by the Death Eaters flashed
through Hermione's mind. Snape's eyes bored into Hermione's, his mouth
twitching. The memory passed quickly but was horrible in its vivid detail.
     Hermione realized that Snape's prerogative was not just to have sex
with girls before Obliviating them, but to steal their memories of sex as
well - so that he could remember them at leisure, in exquisite detail, like a
pornographic video but real, and starring one of his nubile students.
     Hermione wanted to scream at Snape, tell him how disgusting he
was, but her mouth was full of his semen. Her memories caught up with
her, flashing past the act of oral gratification she had just performed.
Hermione realized that Snape was now using Legillimency to experience
what she experienced, to taste his own jism in her mouth, to feel it
congealing, to feel the ache of her beaten breasts and the sharp pains in her
ravaged vagina and anus.
     "Ah, yes," Snape gloated, looking down on the injured schoolgirl. 
"Yes, you are quite the slut. And Crabbe? I don't think he's ever given his
wife an orgasm. Be assured that these will be among my most treasured
memories." He rearranged his robes. 
     Snape smiled smugly down on the girl in the hospital bed. "I must
volunteer to perform Legillimency on Crabbe and Dolohov at their trial.
As a public service. More treasured memories." Then he placed his hand
on Hermione's throat.
     "You may swallow, Miss Granger."
     Hermione tilted her chin up and swallowed. Her throat worked in the
palm of Snape's hand as their eyes stared into each other. Hermione
realized that Snape was experiencing this final degradation even more
completely than she was. He felt her burning shame even as he caused it.
And when he had Crabbe and Dolohov's memories, he would be able to
while away long winter nights, experiencing her defloration and sodomy
even more completely than she had. Or he could choose poor Ginny's
memory, or Luna's. But while it made her sick, it seemed to make him
happy.
     Hermione swallowed again. Snape felt the gob of his semen slide
down the schoolgirl's throat both in her mind and in his hand. She
swallowed again, and again, and it was clear there was nothing left to
swallow. 
     Snape removed his hand from her throat. He scooped up the semen
on her cheek with a fingertip and held it to Hermione's lips. The schoolgirl
parted her lips with a soft sob and Snape placed the semen on her tongue.
When he withdrew the finger, there was only saliva on it. The professor
gave her breast one last slap, and broke eye contact.
      "Good day, Miss Granger." Snape left without glancing back.
     Hermione lay as he left her, making no attempt to cover herself. She
didn't get a glass of water to wash away the disgusting aftertaste of
swallowed semen. She didn't move, except after a while to murmur, "Now
I know."
                                                  

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