Attn : VERY, VERY, VERY EXPLICIT RAPING/BEATING SCENE, NOT STRONG, HEARTED,
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Chapter 9: Under the tree, by the lake
Hermione had been dismissed from her partoll duties until the Saturday where she'd have to wander around the school. All her bruises were way less appearent now, they had turned yellow with the time but they were still present. Walking through the crooked and chilly corridors of the dungeons, she felt that cold draught of air around her all the time, although she had almost forgotten what had happened there twice before, almost. Passing in front of THE spot, she held her wand tight, fearing the worst. Nothing happened, not a sound, not a shadow, nothing. She relaxed a little, letting her breath out of her tensed body.
Stepping out of the dungeons, a bit relieved that nothing had happened, she felt a hand cover her mouth and another one grabbing her wrists so hard she let go of her wand and it hit the floor, almost noiselessly. Hermione was doomed, she recognized the smell of the man standing behind her, his muscled body and his monster cock pressed against her back. She felt tears running down her cheeks as she remembered every single minute with him and cried harder when he lifted her from the ground and brought her outside on the Hogwarts ground. She felt panic take control of her body, the cold rain of the end of September soaking her to the bone. The man held her tight in his arms, walking on the wet grass up to a tree beside the lake.
Putting her down under the tree, he shouted two spells, one, silencing her, the other, tying her to the ground, legs and arms apart, giving him enough space to do whatever he wanted to do.
He fairly knew he had the power over her, she didn't even seem to want to fight, her tears mixing with the rain and the mud that was splashing all over. Doing his business as he was told by the one controlling him, he rapidly tore all her clothes from her, leaving her stark naked to the constant torture of his looks and of the cold rain, hitting her hare, leaving her the impression to be cut by sharp razor blades. He let his pants down, going straight to his business, breaking through her again and again (physically and mentally that is). Going deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust of his hips, laughing at her when she arched her back, feeling the unpleasant warmth of his seed spreading wide in the depths of her abdomen. She could almost feel every drops of his sperm tickling her insides, mixing with the blood she was loosing again, her vagina still not adapted to his size, and the mud he had carried in her.
"You like it don't you Mudblood!" he said, laughing hard again at her. "You'll be served." He grabbed a handful of mud, spreading it generously on his cock before to begin his little game again, going even deeper inside of her if it were possible and grabbing more and more mud and throwing it at her in the process. He squeezed her breasts together, erected under the cold touch of the mud, of which they were fully covered. He played with them roughly, planting his nails in them, little payback for the scar she had given him 2 weeks before; scar that had now disappeared from everyone's face in the school.
He was definitely proud at himself when he changed hole. He grabbed her butt carelessly and lifted it, pulling her painfully from the ropes still tightly holding her wrists and ankles. He slipped his cock in her ass and saw her arch her back and opening her mouth wide in what would have been a death-awakening scream that made her struggle to get out of his grip, her tight ass pressing even tighter and twisting around his cock and arousing him even more as he gave one final thrust and spread in her again.
Coming out of her, still strongly aroused, he vent up to her face and offered her his cock to eat for dessert. When she refused, he slapped her hard in the face, moving back down he strongly pushed his fist inside of her, making her bleed and she know that, just as strange as it might look, she'd have bruises in her intimate parts. Pushing inside her up to the middle of his forearm, he started tickling her insides until she would cry for mercy (remember, there's a silencing charm on her.) She knew this wasn't good, she hated him but somehow, that tickling lead her to a very strong orgasm, her body tensed up so much he could hardly take his arm away. Still, it hurt her so much, it didn't feel good. She didn't know how long she could still fight it within her heart; he was on the edge of totally breaking her psychological defenses.
Going back to charge, he offered her his cock. When she refused again, he went back down.
"You'll pay for this mudblood, you'll do as I say soon enough."
He pulled his head back down and started licking her clit and sucking it hard until her body tensed up again and her clit engorged with blood from the orgasm he had given her. He chose that very moment to bit it hard until it bleed and she "cried" harder when he came back offering her his cock and pulling her hair so she wouldn't refuse a third time and she didn't. He plunged his cock in her mouth. She could taste her own body fluids, his sperm, the mud, everything and it disgusted her to death but he was already thrusting it deep down her throat, playing even more roughly with her breasts while he sighed in awe from the pleasure she was obviously giving him, without consent. She felt him tense up, his balls banging on her cheek and he got out just in time to spread his sperm on her face as he slapped her hard again, with delight.
"So, liked it mudblood, didn't you?!" she turned her head to her side and vomited all she had in her own hair that formed a crown around her aching head. She fainted.
No sooner had she closed her eyes, she felt a sharp knife piercing her right hand from side to side.
"Awake, are we now, whore! Seems you've been a bad girl and I must punish you" He said, leaving the knife just between her heavy breasts "Just in case" He said and she could feel him smirking behind his masked face. He had kept his pants down, his now flat cock staring down at her, accusingly as he peed on her, sort of marking his territory.
When he finished, he sat on her abdomen, his cock, balls and butt feeling quite heavy on her as he made fun of looking at her frail body, her ribs and hipbones crushing beneath his weight. He was aroused again.
He got off of her and started beating the hell out of her, definitely breaking her two lower ribs with one kick and crushing all her intern organs, choking the breath out of her. Her broken ribs had pushed out of her and were shining from her now opened thorax by the strongly bleeding wounds they had created. The knife was bouncing and pressing hard between her breasts, the tip pricking her skin when he putted his feet on it and pressed hard. He was very intense on her lower abdomen as if wanting to kill any chances she'd ever have of being pregnant.
When he thought she had had enough, he quickly raped her, one last time before storming away (wearing his pants) to the castle, wishing to stay unnoticed.
Hermione lay down, forgotten under the tree, beside the lake, her wrists and ankles tied to the ground, stark naked, bleeding to death, covered in mud, blood, water, urine, sperm and vomit, fighting hypothermia under the icy rain of the end of September.
Chapter 9: Under the tree, by the lake
Hermione had been dismissed from her partoll duties until the Saturday where she'd have to wander around the school. All her bruises were way less appearent now, they had turned yellow with the time but they were still present. Walking through the crooked and chilly corridors of the dungeons, she felt that cold draught of air around her all the time, although she had almost forgotten what had happened there twice before, almost. Passing in front of THE spot, she held her wand tight, fearing the worst. Nothing happened, not a sound, not a shadow, nothing. She relaxed a little, letting her breath out of her tensed body.
Stepping out of the dungeons, a bit relieved that nothing had happened, she felt a hand cover her mouth and another one grabbing her wrists so hard she let go of her wand and it hit the floor, almost noiselessly. Hermione was doomed, she recognized the smell of the man standing behind her, his muscled body and his monster cock pressed against her back. She felt tears running down her cheeks as she remembered every single minute with him and cried harder when he lifted her from the ground and brought her outside on the Hogwarts ground. She felt panic take control of her body, the cold rain of the end of September soaking her to the bone. The man held her tight in his arms, walking on the wet grass up to a tree beside the lake.
Putting her down under the tree, he shouted two spells, one, silencing her, the other, tying her to the ground, legs and arms apart, giving him enough space to do whatever he wanted to do.
He fairly knew he had the power over her, she didn't even seem to want to fight, her tears mixing with the rain and the mud that was splashing all over. Doing his business as he was told by the one controlling him, he rapidly tore all her clothes from her, leaving her stark naked to the constant torture of his looks and of the cold rain, hitting her hare, leaving her the impression to be cut by sharp razor blades. He let his pants down, going straight to his business, breaking through her again and again (physically and mentally that is). Going deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust of his hips, laughing at her when she arched her back, feeling the unpleasant warmth of his seed spreading wide in the depths of her abdomen. She could almost feel every drops of his sperm tickling her insides, mixing with the blood she was loosing again, her vagina still not adapted to his size, and the mud he had carried in her.
"You like it don't you Mudblood!" he said, laughing hard again at her. "You'll be served." He grabbed a handful of mud, spreading it generously on his cock before to begin his little game again, going even deeper inside of her if it were possible and grabbing more and more mud and throwing it at her in the process. He squeezed her breasts together, erected under the cold touch of the mud, of which they were fully covered. He played with them roughly, planting his nails in them, little payback for the scar she had given him 2 weeks before; scar that had now disappeared from everyone's face in the school.
He was definitely proud at himself when he changed hole. He grabbed her butt carelessly and lifted it, pulling her painfully from the ropes still tightly holding her wrists and ankles. He slipped his cock in her ass and saw her arch her back and opening her mouth wide in what would have been a death-awakening scream that made her struggle to get out of his grip, her tight ass pressing even tighter and twisting around his cock and arousing him even more as he gave one final thrust and spread in her again.
Coming out of her, still strongly aroused, he vent up to her face and offered her his cock to eat for dessert. When she refused, he slapped her hard in the face, moving back down he strongly pushed his fist inside of her, making her bleed and she know that, just as strange as it might look, she'd have bruises in her intimate parts. Pushing inside her up to the middle of his forearm, he started tickling her insides until she would cry for mercy (remember, there's a silencing charm on her.) She knew this wasn't good, she hated him but somehow, that tickling lead her to a very strong orgasm, her body tensed up so much he could hardly take his arm away. Still, it hurt her so much, it didn't feel good. She didn't know how long she could still fight it within her heart; he was on the edge of totally breaking her psychological defenses.
Going back to charge, he offered her his cock. When she refused again, he went back down.
"You'll pay for this mudblood, you'll do as I say soon enough."
He pulled his head back down and started licking her clit and sucking it hard until her body tensed up again and her clit engorged with blood from the orgasm he had given her. He chose that very moment to bit it hard until it bleed and she "cried" harder when he came back offering her his cock and pulling her hair so she wouldn't refuse a third time and she didn't. He plunged his cock in her mouth. She could taste her own body fluids, his sperm, the mud, everything and it disgusted her to death but he was already thrusting it deep down her throat, playing even more roughly with her breasts while he sighed in awe from the pleasure she was obviously giving him, without consent. She felt him tense up, his balls banging on her cheek and he got out just in time to spread his sperm on her face as he slapped her hard again, with delight.
"So, liked it mudblood, didn't you?!" she turned her head to her side and vomited all she had in her own hair that formed a crown around her aching head. She fainted.
No sooner had she closed her eyes, she felt a sharp knife piercing her right hand from side to side.
"Awake, are we now, whore! Seems you've been a bad girl and I must punish you" He said, leaving the knife just between her heavy breasts "Just in case" He said and she could feel him smirking behind his masked face. He had kept his pants down, his now flat cock staring down at her, accusingly as he peed on her, sort of marking his territory.
When he finished, he sat on her abdomen, his cock, balls and butt feeling quite heavy on her as he made fun of looking at her frail body, her ribs and hipbones crushing beneath his weight. He was aroused again.
He got off of her and started beating the hell out of her, definitely breaking her two lower ribs with one kick and crushing all her intern organs, choking the breath out of her. Her broken ribs had pushed out of her and were shining from her now opened thorax by the strongly bleeding wounds they had created. The knife was bouncing and pressing hard between her breasts, the tip pricking her skin when he putted his feet on it and pressed hard. He was very intense on her lower abdomen as if wanting to kill any chances she'd ever have of being pregnant.
When he thought she had had enough, he quickly raped her, one last time before storming away (wearing his pants) to the castle, wishing to stay unnoticed.
Hermione lay down, forgotten under the tree, beside the lake, her wrists and ankles tied to the ground, stark naked, bleeding to death, covered in mud, blood, water, urine, sperm and vomit, fighting hypothermia under the icy rain of the end of September.