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REVENGE OF THE REJECTED

Chapter 2

Harry looked at Ron and woke him with the "Renervate" spell, before collecting his, Ginny's and Ron's wands and placing them in the ward-protected box with Hermione's.

Ron's eyes opened wide. "Ginny!" The memory of seeing the business end of her wand still burned into his mind as the last thing he saw. As his senses came back, he tried to move. Fear began to take hold as he found himself immobile.

"Ron!" It was Hermione. "Ron, look at me. Ron, you have to calm down."

Ron looked towards the sound. He saw his wife hanging and covered in blood. "Hermione! What's happening?" With his head held in place with the neck brace, he couldn't check very easily, but he felt naked. As the seconds passed and he calmed slightly, he noticed the other two people in the room. "Ginny? Harry? What's happening? What are you doing?"

"A good question, brother." The last word was almost spat at the fat ginger. "You're here to be punished. As for her, she's here for a slightly different purpose."

"What do you mean 'punished'? I haven't done anything wrong!"

"You cheated us!" yelled Harry. He pointed at Hermione and Ron noticed that he had a knife in his hand. "She should have been with one of us!" he yelled again, indicating himself and Ginny. "You knew how we felt. You were my best friend. You're her brother. How could you not know that both of us loved her?"

"I love her too!" Ron yelled in reply. "If you hadn't been so tied up in being 'The Chosen One', you could've made a move!" Harry punched him, blood ran down his face.

"And you!" He turned on Hermione. "You're so fucking clever, you know everything about everyone just by watching them. Are you going to tell me that you didn't know Ginny and I wanted you?"

"No, I…"

"Exactly," said Ginny. "You've known for years that the three of us loved you and you chose that!" She pointed at Ron. "You would have been our queen. Either one of us would have lived our lives to please you and satisfy you, but no. You wanted to make life hard for yourself with him."

Harry said, "Seeing as how you wouldn't open your legs for us, we'll open them for you. We both waited years to fuck you, and now we're going to!" He looked over his shoulder at Ron. "Enjoy the show."

He moved over to the hanging girl with the knife in his hands as Ron started to yell and scream.

"I'll deal with it," said Ginny, retrieving her wand and casting a silencing spell on him. She replaced the wand in the protected box and rejoined Harry. She stood behind Hermione and reached round cupping her victim's breasts. As she squeezed and stroked, her hands became covered in the girl's blood, spreading it around her blouse.

Ron was screaming silently as Harry said "Open it." Ginny put her fingers through the button holes on the blouse and pulled, ripping it open and scattering buttons across the floor. A happy sigh escaped Harry's mouth as he saw Hermione's bra. White and lacy and covered in blood, it perfectly fitted her C-cup tits. Ginny went back to playing with them as Harry raised the knife to the cuff of the right sleeve of Hermione's blouse and began cutting down, following the seams until he had split it completely down the right side. She stayed silent throughout, glaring at Harry. She barely flinched as the point of the magically sharpened knife touched her side causing more blood to flow.

Ginny continued to play as Harry moved on to the left sleeve and began making the same cut. Ginny was pulling the slut back towards her as she fondled her tits and pinched her nipples through the blood-stained bra. She used the pressure to rub her own exposed nipples into the girl's back, turning herself on even more. She could now feel a definite wetness between her legs that she suspected was making a dark patch on her grey leggings.

"Ginny!" Harry's voice disturbed her daydreaming again. She pulled the blouse free and threw it aside. Harry passed her the knife and they swapped places. It was now his turn to stand behind their new whore, enjoying the feel of those beautiful globes.

Ginny took the offered knife and knelt in front of Hermione. She pushed the fingers of her left hand into the waistband of the girl's skirt and began to slowly cut down with the knife in her right. She was holding her breath as the knife sliced the skirt and more and more of the bitch's heaven was revealed. White panties that matched her bra covered Hermione's pussy. There was no sign of hair protruding from under the cloth, and as the knife finished its work separating the skirt, Ginny leaned in close, touched her nose to the panties and inhaled deeply. She smelled…juice. The little slut was wet!

Ron looked unhappy at that moment. Bound and magically gagged, he could only watch in tears as the two people he used to be closest to in the whole world abused the love of his life. He fought against his bonds as Ginny stood up and pressed herself against his wife. She brought the knife up close to Hermione's face and looked at Harry, who was lost in the feel of their toy's lace covered tits.

"She's enjoying it," said Ginny in a cheeky tone as she brought the knife down to cut the shoulder straps of the white and red bra. She gave the knife back to Harry, who smiled and cut the back strap, carelessly causing another trickle of blood. They were almost ready for the next stage.

"Did you hear that Ron?" Harry asked. "Your wife's not quite as prim as you thought." Ron screamed silently as Harry smiled at him. "And look at these nipples." He twisted them again. "It's not cold in here…" He left the sentence hanging causing Ron's mouth to move in what Harry supposed was a tirade of abuse.

Ginny had moved to the wall behind their slut and brought back a metal bar around two feet long, with leather straps on each end. Between them, she and Harry attached Hermione's legs to the straps and buckled them securely. Harry lifted the bar to the hanging girl's rear as Ginny worked the chains, lowering their charge to the floor. He couldn't help but look at the panty-covered target they were both set on. Ginny was right, there was a definite sign of wetness beginning to peek through the material. When the she had been lowered on to her face on the stone floor, Harry and Ginny wrestled the chains off the wrist straps. They attached the wrist straps to a set of hooks in the floor and the steel bar at her ankles to a similar set. It pleased Harry that she still had some fight in her. This was going to be a lot of fun.

There was only one position this was going to happen in. She was now face-down on the stone floor, resting on her knees and elbows. Her ass was presented nicely for everyone to see as Harry took up the knife again. He carelessly cut the side straps of the girl's insignificant panties, causing yet more blood to flow. Curious as to how wet she actually was, he peeled them slowly from her ass and, as he had suspected, they remained joined to her beautifully shaved cunt by a thick string of pussy juice. Her clear, natural lubricant stretched to a thin strand that even Ron could see from his unfortunate vantage point as Harry continued to pull gently at the garment.

"Ladies first," said Harry as he offered the panties to Ginny. She took them out of his hand and held them to her nose. As she inhaled deeply, the scent caused the red-head to close her eyes in pleasure, before she discarded them and knelt down beside their victim. She looked over at Ron, ensuring he was going to be able to see the show, before bending her head and beginning to lick the sweet pussy and ass in front of her.

For almost ten years, Ginny had tried to imagine what Hermione's pussy would taste like. Would it taste like her own juices? Or like one of the other girls she had licked over the years? One thing she knew for sure – she was going to make the most of this moment and do her best to remember the flavour forever.

She started on her victim's anus. She lapped at the puckered ring for well over a minute before pressing her tongue against the opening. Hermione was trying hard not to let her in as she fought to hold back the tears. Finally Ginny's tongue beat Hermione's sphincter and entered the restrained girl's ass. It was this most unwanted penetration that broke Hemione's will to withhold the tears and she began to cry uncontrollably.

Harry went behind the redhead and began to tug at the waistband of her leggings. Working as a team they managed to relieve Ginny of them as she continued to force her tongue in to the older girl's ass. As she licked and probed, she began to run her fingers lightly over heavenly folds in front of her. Despite the crying and protesting, Hermione's outer pussy lips were coated in her thick juice, which Ginny spread slowly and softly across the whole area.

She had held herself back for long enough; it was time to taste paradise. She pulled her tongue out of the tiny, dirty hole. She looked longingly at the neat labia below it and closed in, tracing the length of the slit from the back to the front, carefully avoiding the small, yet protruding clitoris.

Hermione gasped involuntarily as the unexpected and unwanted pleasure of Ginny's tongue tickled her nervous system. She continued to cry as Ginny lapped slowly and delicately at her flower, always avoiding the most pleasurable button. The dominant girl increased pressure on the perfect folds of flesh, savouring the musky scent and the slightly salty taste that she had waited so long to experience. Eventually, and tantalisingly slowly, the petals parted releasing a thick flow of the most delicious pussy juice Ginny had ever tasted. She couldn't hold herself back any longer and began to lick the slippery hole like it was the first food she had eaten in a week.

The sobs were becoming confused with gasps and yelps of pleasure when Harry bent down to Ginny's ear and whispered: "That looks beautiful. Make her cum!"

Harry dipped two fingers into Ginny's pussy and scooped out a large amount of slimy, sex fuelled liquid, causing her to whimper into Hermione's dripping cunt. She began to lick harder and finally raked her tongue over the now engorged and desperate clit. The crying and moaning from the other end of the fuck-toy became more confused as Ginny continued her attack on the soft pussy.

Harry stood up from behind Ginny with her thick juices coating the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and walked slowly towards Ron. He stood next to the restrained and now seriously uncomfortable fat man, facing the highly charged lesbian rape happening in front of them.

"She's good at that." He said matter-of-factly. "She loves the taste of pussy; she really knows how to get a girl off." He turned to look at his romantic and sexual enemy. "Let me help you understand how much it turns her on to finally be abusing your wife." He held his fingers, slimy and sticky with pussy juice, under Ron's nose. The captive ginger turned his head away from his sister's scent. Harry's hand followed Ron's nose backwards and forwards as he tried to evade the smell of the younger girl's arousal. Eventually Harry got bored of that game and pressed his cum-covered hand against Ron's nose and mouth. He spread the thick liquid out across the man's face ensuring that he would be smelling it all the way through this session.

Ron put all his effort in to screaming a Harry, trying desperately to fight off the silencing charm. Harry had turned back to the live porn scene in front of them. Ginny was still furiously eating Hermione's pussy, whist alternating between pushing three fingers deep into the clever girl's vagina and vigorously rubbing her swollen clit. The crying had stopped for now as Hermione had given herself to the pleasure that Ginny was inducing. The moans were getting louder as her inevitable orgasm approached. Finally the moans turned in to a scream as it hit. Her body began to shake uncontrollably, then bucked violently as the spasm that began with contractions of her pussy radiated out through her entire being. The contractions that threatened to rip Ginny's fingers from their sockets became pulses as her pussy tried to eject the invading digits. Ginny knew exactly what was happening and removed her fingers from the slippery hole. Strings of pussy juice followed as she transferred her attention to the sensitive clit, flicking over it so fast her fingers were a blur. The orgasmic scream became a howl as pussy juice started to flow freely. Another dip into the victim's depths and a re-attack of her clitoris turned the flow in to a gush and finally a violent spray of female ecstasy which left an expanding puddle over a metre from the action.