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REVENGE OF THE REJECTED
Chapter 1
Harry Potter was about to fuck Hermione Granger. It was something he had been desperate to do since he discovered the real reason why boys and girls are built different.
Hermione Granger did not want to be fucked by Harry Potter.
Harry was about to rape Hermione.
Ginny watched and smiled as he lined himself up. Finally the traitorous slut was going to get what she had deserved for so long!
The reasoning behind their malicious and violent desire was simple. The smart-ass bitch had rejected them both in favour of that ginger-haired wanker Ron Weasley. Harry had watched her and loved her for years. They had spent their entire school lives together. Despite the many encounters that they had both enjoyed with other people throughout those years, he had always wanted Hermione to be his last, and longest, partner. And then, after defeating Voldemort, almost dying, and doing it all with her at the front of his mind, she gave herself to Ron. She spread her perfect legs for a tiny dick whose owner could barely string a sentence together, never mind save the world.
Ginny felt much the same. Although her classes were never taken with Hermione's, she lived for the time spent with her in the common room, and looked forward to the summer holidays, when the object of her heart would come to stay at The Burrow. Ginny had lost count of the number of times she had sneaked a look through the crack in the bathroom door as Hermione showered, soaping her amazing tits, and shaving her gorgeous pussy totally bald. She had spent countless hours lying awake, watching the girl asleep in the next bed and perfecting the art of masturbating silently. Then her world collapsed. Her brother. Her brother? Fucking bitch! There was nothing he could give her that Ginny couldn't give a thousand times over.
Harry and Ginny, being each other's default best friends in the absence of Ron and Hermione, had come together looking for consolation and comfort. The revelation that they were each there for the same reason could have forced them apart, leaving each as alone as anyone could possibly fear to be. Instead they had seen a certain humour in it, and discovered consolation sex. The humour had quickly turned to combined disdain for the two heartbreaking back-stabbers. Disdain had grown into full blown hatred. The sex between Harry and Ginny devolved proportionally going from mutual relief of tension, to forceful fucking and ending in violent extreme role-play. Both of them had screamed and bled in the pursuit of hate-filled orgasms.
Neither enjoyed the pain that they had begun inflicting on each other, and quickly came to the conclusion that their focus needed to change. Instead of hurting each other, why not hurt the ones who put them in this situation? And so the plan formed.
Harry had converted the basement of Potter Manor from a wine cellar to a dungeon. It was no loss, as neither he nor Ginny liked the stuff. It was left as bare stone, with the only furnishings being designed to restrain and hurt. They allowed their sadistic streaks a little more free reign as they tested the equipment on each other and, after further discussions over when and how to proceed, agreements were reached and the time had come.
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Hermione, as their primary object of hatred, was to be the first target. It was agreed that Harry, being both physically and magically more powerful, should be the one to collect her. He disapparated into her home and waited for her to return from work, knowing she would be alone. Considering her supposed smartness and intellect, Harry was surprised that she had no idea he was behind her as she walked in to the kitchen.
"Hello Hermione."
She yelped and jumped as he spoke. She spun to face him, and presented him with the perfect target. She had no idea what was coming as Harry swung his clenched right fist towards her face, connecting perfectly with the left side of her nose and her top lip. She fell backwards to the floor in a stupor with blood pouring from the broken nose and split lip that her former best friend had just inflicted on her. Harry looked down at her and smiled maliciously as her eyelids flickered and she tried to fight her way towards consciousness. There was no way he was going to let that happen here. He stepped forward over her limp body, grabbed a handful of her bushy hair and, yanking her head up, disapparated, reappearing in the dungeon of Potter Manor.
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With a crack that woke Ginny from her daydream, Harry arrived with their first victim.
"We have a guest!" he said, throwing Hermione's head down on to the flagstone floor. "Bind her!"
Ginny levitated Hermione into the centre of the room where there was a set of chains with leather cuffs attached hanging from a pulley system on the ceiling. She buckled Hermione's wrists in to the cuffs and Harry shortened the chains, raising their new bitch-toy until just the tips of her toes were touching the floor. He began searching her and quickly found her wand which he placed in a specially prepared, magic-proof box. The anti-magic wards on the box were essential as Hermione was extremely skilled at using the summoning charm; they couldn't afford for her to get her hands back on her wand.
Hermione's eyes flickered again as she started to wake up. She flicked her head and screamed as the combined pain of her broken nose, split lip and wrenched shoulders took effect. Another scream, quieter this time as her nerve endings became accustomed to the new sensations and a moment of panic as she tried in vain to get better purchase on the stone beneath her toes. Having accepted that she was as close to the ground as she was going to get, she began looking around for evidence as to her whereabouts. A darkened stone room. An unpleasant looking frame with restraints attached. Dark coloured leather objects hanging on the wall alongside shining cold steel ones. And Ginny stepped in front of her.
"Ginny!" she cried, through a mouth that was starting to swell badly. "Harry! He's gone mad! He attacked me! Where are we?" She stopped herself as she noticed a faint smile at the corners of the red-head's mouth.
"Why are you smiling?"
Ginny let her smile grow slightly and stepped closer so that her body lightly touched Hermione's. She bent her head down and put her left cheek against the captive's left cheek. She said with a sultry twist to her voice. "Harry hasn't gone mad." At that moment he moved around from behind Hermione to stand next to Ginny. "He's doing what needs to be done. Harry and I have come together to ensure that we all get what we deserve."
"Harry!" She shouted. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"So many questions," he said quietly, "from somebody who normally has all the answers! You'll find out soon enough when our other guest arrives. I don't intend to go over it twice!" He looked at Ginny. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
She smiled again and stepped back. "Don't start without me." She disapparated.
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She was standing in the same kitchen that Harry had just left. There were drops of the bitch's blood on the floor just in front of her. The recent memory of Hermione's scent, and the fear in her eyes had started the arousal process. Ginny was feeling good and was excited about the next few hours, maybe even days, as the door opened and Ron stepped through.
"Ginny?" His mouth went from the usual slack-jawed idiot position, to full-blown aghast as he saw his sister's wand levelled at him. "Bloody Hell!"
He was about to call for help when the stunning spell hit him square in the chest. It lifted him off his feet and threw him against the door frame. If the spell hadn't knocked him out, the force with which his head hit the door frame would have done the trick, and he slumped on the floor in a pile. She had never produced a spell as powerful as that before, and she could only assume that her hatred for her brother, mixed with the arousal spreading through her body had amplified its effects.
Another "crack" rang through the chamber as Ginny brought Ron back to Potter Manor. Hermione screamed his name and shouted, trying desperately to get him to wake up, to fight back, to save her, to save them both.
Harry and Ginny looked at each other. "Your turn," said Harry. Ginny stood and moved over to their quarry. She hit the bound girl as hard as she could on her already damaged and sore face. The bitch screamed again and cried, but she understood the meaning and stopped calling out to Ron. More blood was leaving her nose and mouth, and her previously white blouse was now scarlet and wet. If they hadn't known better, she could have passed for a feeding vampire.
Still unconscious, Ron noticed nothing as Ginny and Harry set about undressing him. Once naked, he was moved, magically as he had gained a lot of weight over the previous few years, to the frame that Hermione had noticed earlier. She began to pay more attention to it. It was built like a child draws a stick man, but with the legs horizontal. Ron was placed with his back against the frame. His feet were drawn up to his thighs and fastened to the frame, parting his legs. His arms were attached to the cross-piece of the frame, in a crucifixion position, with a steel band going around his neck keeping his head upright.
Harry looked down at Ron's naked form and shook his head. A small, penis-shaped lump was visible through the mass of orange pubic hair, like an enlarged clitoris. He had never been attracted to men, and if he had been, he was pretty sure that Ron would not be top of his list, but he started to feel a stirring in his trousers as the first realisation of arousal touched him. The attraction of the power he now held over his former friends was beginning to take over.
Ginny stood next to him and looked down. She reached out and took hold of her brother's soft cock, stretching it and twisting it, testing how small it actually was. Harry's arousal grew and he began to harden in his jeans, watching her incestuously stroking their second victim. She looked over her shoulder at their new plaything hanging quietly in the middle of the room.
"I can't believe you settled for this little thing, when you've already had so much bigger." She looked back to the fat lump of a brother in front of her. "He's not exactly your intellectual peer either is he?"
A single tear began to roll down Hermione's face, but she remained silent, steeling herself and building defiance against the two former friends who were about to try to destroy her.
The captors looked at each other and kissed. Harry grabbed Ginny's pony tail viciously as she continued to tug at Ron's unconsciously hardening cock. Harry had his other hand between Ginny's legs, rubbing her pussy hard through her leggings. Ginny could feel herself getting wetter and wetter knowing what they were about to do, that what they had waited so long for was about to happen. The desire was rising quickly as she pulled at Harry's T-shirt, ripping it over his head and throwing it across the room. She had always been impressed by his body, and this time was no different. Harry looked down at her large, firm breasts that had never needed a bra. He pulled her vest top over her head and discarded it with his own. Her nipples, as well as her rapid breathing, now openly displayed her lust.