Hermione

SSSSS

Severus watched Miss Granger's face as he slowly opened his trousers and pulled his cock free. Her eyes widened in fear; it was such a precious, enticing sight, it made his balls tighten with approval. He gripped himself and leisurely stroked his length a few times, bringing himself to full erection.

Miss Granger's mouth opened in shock and fear as she watched his massive length grow, and let out a most arousing little whimper. Severus had to supress a hiss of pleasure, he wanted to feel that whimper vibrating around his cock.

HHHHH

Hermione watched in horror as Professor Snape's erection grew to a massive size.

"Gods no.. please Professor, please don't do this. I've never done this before," she begged.

"There is a first time for everything," snickered Pansy. "And who better to teach you than a Professor?"

"You have my heartfelt compassion, Miss Granger," replied Professor Snape, sounding gleeful rather than sympathetic. "I'm not what one would call a beginner size. But no need to worry, you've proven yourself to be an eager and quick student in the past, with a bit of help you'll be able to swallow me to the balls. Now, open your mouth, little girl," he commanded, pushing the glistening head of his penis closer to her face.

Hermione's stomach dropped in fear, and she clenched her jaw shut tightly, shaking her head in denial, trying to pull away. The motion pushed the back of her head up against Pany's front.

"Now, now, Miss Granger, where is your eagerness to please your Professor?" the potions master chuckled. "It would seem to me that you need a bit of help to get started. Miss Parkinson?"

Suddenly Pansy grabbed Hermione by her hair, and forced her head back, pinching her nose closed with her other hand.

Hermione let out a scared squeal, but kept her mouth clenched, trying to twist free from her classmate's grip, but the other girl held on tightly.

"Come on Granger, just open up. I'm here to help you, it will be alright," Pansy cooed. As seconds ticked by, Hermione was starting to run out of air. Her wild struggling didn't help with trying to preserve her oxigen either. Soon, she had no choice but to open her mouth to draw a desperate, grasping breath.

As soon as her lips parted, Professor Snape pushed something large and hard in her mouth. It was cold, metal, most of it lodged between her teeth, inside her mouth, but she felt a part of the thing resting outside, against the side of her face. As she took a lungful of much needed air, the potions professor conjured more ropes, fixed them to the external part of the metal object and tied it behind her head, securing the thing in place.

Hermione's heart sank in horror when she realised she was no longer able to close her mouth, there was a large, metal ring between her teeth, keeping her jaw open. She felt blood rush to her face, there was something horrifyingly dehumanising about having a gag ring forced in her mouth.

"Uuuuaawwww." Her plea came out as an unintelligible squeal. She looked up at Professor Snape, trying to beg with her eyes for him to stop, her heart hammering in her chest in fear.

"There, there," he said, his thumb caressing her face almost lovingly. Hermione found the gesture terribly humiliating, it felt nearly as violating as having her mouth forced open. "I know you don't like it, but this is for your own good, Miss Granger. It will help you with your task. Besides, it looks really cute on you, it emphasises that your pretty little mouth was made to be fucked."

Hermione desperately wanted to get away from Professor Snape and his penis, she really, really didn't want it anywhere near her. She made another frenzied attempt to tear herself free from Pansy's grasp, jerking her head to the side violently, squealing in protest. For a moment, she thought she would succeed, but her classmate grabbed her head in both hands, keeping her in place, just at the right height, at Professor Snape's convenience.

"There is no need to be shy now, Miss Granger," the Potions Professor smirked, bringing his massive erection slowly closer to her face. "You are always so eager to talk in class, here is your chance to finally put your mouth to good use. No need to worry, little girl, I will enjoy this quite a bit."

Hermione watched in horror as Professor Snape's penis slowly moved closer to her face, and she was helpless to stop him, no matter how much she wanted to. Pansy held her in place and there was nothing she could do but squeal in protest.

SSSSS

Severus couldn't remember the last time he had so much fun. Miss Granger was so, so good at struggling. The abject terror in her pretty eyes made his blood run faster, the desperate little screams were music to his ear.

He took his time to approach the kneeling, thrashing girl with his cock slowly, he wanted to draw out her fear, he wanted to soak up her horror-filled anticipation of what was to come. He took his sweet time rubbing his cock over her face, bringing it close to the ring several times. She would make such arousing pretty little sounds, it made his balls tighten with pleasure. Severus could practically taste her fear, and it was absolutely delicious.



"Now, Miss Granger, it's time I showed you what your pretty little mouth is for," he said sliding his length into her hot wetness. Bliss.

HHHHH

Professor Snape slid his massive girth into her mouth, and Hermione couldn't do anything but take it. When the head of his penis hit the back of her throat, she jerked violently, throwing her head back with such force that it made Pansy stumble back. She quickly pulled herself off from Professor Snape's penis, taking a large gulp of air.

Her freedom didn't last long, within seconds Pansy had her fingers wound though her hair again, gripping her head tight.

"Miss Parkinson, it seems like Miss Granger needs some help."

"Yes, Professor Snape," her classmate agreed, leaning close to Hermione's ear. "Shh, Hermione, it will be alright. You don't have to do this alone," she whispered, her voice dripping with fake kindness. "I'm here for you. Just try to relax and let me help, I'll do the hard part for you."

With that, the Slytherin girl pushed Hermione's head over Professor Snape's erection, and Hermione was unable to stop her. She could not believe that her first experience would be like that, helpless, against her will, and with Professor Snape of all people. He was supposed to be her teacher! He was supposed to look out for her, not abuse her! How was she ever going to look him in the eye in class again, after having had his penis in her mouth?

When the head of his hard member reached the back of her throat, she let out a squeal, struggling to pull back. It made the potions master hiss in pleasure. All her writhing was in vain, though, Pansy kept pushing her head forward.

"It's alright, Hermione, I'm here… I'm here to help."

"Yesss…. That's a good girl, keep going Miss Granger, you are nearly halfway. I know you can do it, you are made for this. Take it, take it all… take it," Professor Snape growled.

Hermione felt blood rush to her face in humiliation as she was trying not to choke around the invading penis in her throat. Pansy kept pushing her head, forcing her closer and closer to Professor Snape until her nose was literally pressed up against his black robes, his heavy balls resting against her chin.

"Yesss, like that," Professor Snape hissed, petting the top of her head gently. Hermione let out a squeal of protest, trying to pull free in vain; Pansy kept her head tightly in place. "Oh, yesss… yesss… like that," he moaned. "You feel excellent around my cock, little girl."

It was probably only a few seconds, but it felt like forever before her classmate allowed her to pull back for air. Her relief was short-lived, as soon as she drew a breath, Pansy started to push her head back onto Professor Snape's penis. If Hermione thought that her teacher trying to fuck her mouth was humiliating, this was even more dehumanising. Pansy dragging her head up and down his erection gave the strange illusion that Hermione was doing this willingly; it was objectifying, as if she had ben just some… toy, and there was nothing she could do about it but take it.

SSSSS

Severus stayed motionless as Miss Parkinson kept forcing Miss Granger to swallow his massive cock. The wet heat of the girl's mouth was exquisite, but the fear in her eyes and the screams of protests were downright divine. She was so, so good at struggling, she was born to be abused.

Severus never had anyone assist him at taking an unwilling little witch before, and he had to admit, he loved the added degradation for Miss Granger, it was heavenly, and more than made up for the fact that the rhythm wasn't quite what he would have chosen.

And the gargling noises she made as his cock slid down her throat again and again, felt wonderful. It was tempting to close his eyes and give himself over the sensation of his cock fucking her throat, but he didn't want to miss out on the sight of the desperate look in her eyes as she was forced to swallow his dick; he wanted to commit it to his memory what his proper, studious little pupil looked like on her knees, choking on his cock.



"Ahh, yessss…. Your throat feels wonderful. Yesss… what a wonderful little sexdoll," he panted. Severus wanted to draw out his pleasure, revelling in Miss Granger's humiliation, but even with the rather erratic rhythm Miss Parkinson was dictating he knew he wasn't going to last for long. The sights, the sounds, the sensation… When he looked up at the girls, it was quite obvious he wasn't the only one having fun; Miss Parkinson was flushed with excitement, her lips pulled in a happy, enthusiastic smile; she couldn't help herself but grin each time she forced her classmate to take his cock, delighted in her distress.

"Yesss… good girl… here comes your reward, swallow it all," Severus groaned. Miss Parkinson forced Miss Granger's head over his cock again, and kept her there, waiting for Severus to cum. It made the Gryffindor start thrashing wildly, screaming around his cock. It was divine, it was better than anything he ever felt.

"It's alright, Hermione, don't worry, I'll help you to keep Professor Snape's penis in your throat," the Slytherin girl said, her voice simultaneously happy and gleeful. It made the kneeling girl scream in protest, which pushed Severus over the edge. With a deep growl, he spilled himself in his student's throat.

HHHHH

Professor Snape groaned, and Hermione felt his penis pulse in her mouth, his balls that rested against her chin contracting rhythmically as he shot several thick, hot ropes of his seed into her throat. She didn't want to, but she had no choice but swallow, her face burning with shame; she couldn't believe that a teacher she used to look up to and admire would do something so depraved.

It felt like forever before the twitching stopped, and finally Pansy let go of her head. Hermione drew back as soon as she could, gasping for air, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. At least it was over.

She remained kneeling on the floor, her arms forced behind her back, coughing, as Professor Snape tucked his slowly softening penis away. "Now you truly deserve the tile Head Girl, Miss Granger," he told her with a smirk. "Having a massive cock forced down your throat really suits you; you looked beautiful. Such a good little student, such a quick study," he said stroking her head. Hermione thought she would die of shame. She was trying to pull free, to get to her feet, while the potions master watched her struggle in amusement.

"Uhhmaaumm," was all that Hermione managed to mumble instead of a plea to let her go. She wanted to sink through the floor from the humiliation.

"Let me take this off, Miss Granger," he said, stepping up next to her. Hermione didn't protest as Professor Snape pulled her head against his groin in the process, she desperately wanted the gag gone, but she did feel heat rising in her cheeks as her teacher rubbed his bulge against the side of her face while he undid the buckle. She let out a sigh of relief when her mouth was allowed to close again. She could not decide what had been worse: the sensation of her jaw forced open of the dehumanising aspect of that thing. She couldn't wait to be out of the room as soon as possible.

"Thank you, for your cooperation, your help was most valuable… Miss Parkinson," Professor Snape drawled.

"Any time, Professor Snape," the Slytherin girl giggled.

"Unfortunately, Miss Granger's performance was not nearly… satisfying enough, we didn't even manage to fill one vial," he continued. "I'm afraid we would have to… up our game here," he added with a self-satisfied, malevolent smirk, that made Hermione's stomach tighten with fear. "Perhaps, Miss Granger here will find being thoroughly fucked in her tight asshole more…  to her dislike."

SSSSS

The look of pure horror on the kneeling girls face made Severus harden again, and he had just came down her deliciously unwilling throat.

"Oh no… God, no , please sir, please I beg you, please don't do this, please anything but that, please I beg you, I really don't want to, not there…"

"That's much better, yes, this is exactly the kind of desperation we need," Severus chuckled.

"Please sir, please, I beg you, please don't do this, please!"

"I really regret having to do it, Miss Granger, and please rest assured that I won't enjoy it any more than you do, but it has to be done; you destroyed those vials, now you have to replace them. Now, let's get you out of your clothes and into a more… accessible position."

Severus flicked his wand at the girl and dragged her to her feet. Miss Granger stumbled around, whimpering most enticingly. If he had been the first one to cum down her throat he had no doubt he would be the first one to fuck her tight puckered hole too – the idea made his balls tighten with pleasure. And if she still happened to be a virgin… there was something delicious about the idea that she had her unwilling asshole stretched around his cock and her belly pumped full of his hot, sticky cum before she allowed any boy near her sweet, wet twat.

With another flick of his wand he untied her hands, dragging them upwards and apart, until the squirming, pleading girl stood like a Y, her arms held in place securely, stretched toward the ceiling. There, so much better.

HHHHH

"Gods no… no, no, no please don't do this! Please, Professor, it's… it's too big, it won't fit, please, it would be too much!" Hermione pleaded.

"You have my sympathy, Miss Granger," Professor Snape said gleefully, as he slowly walked around her. "Unfortunately, you are quite correct that it won't be an easy fit, especially for a first attempt, but you shouldn't worry; I will make sure that you take every single inch of it, whatever it takes. I'm confident in your abilities, you've always been an over-achiever, taking a monster cock up your virgin tight little asshole should be right up your ally. Or rather, up your rectum," he added with an amused chuckle, pulling down the zipper on the side of her uniform skirt.

Hermione let out a scared squeal, her arm instinctively jerking against the restraints to catch the falling fabric, but the ropes held her tightly in place, and she could do nothing but watch as the heavy fabric crumpled around her ankles.

"No, no, no, oh, gods no… pleas, don't do this to me, please…"

"Don't you worry Hermione," Pansy said in an overly sweet voice, stepping up in front of her. "I will be here with you. We are in this together, I will help you feel better," she grinned, cupping one of her breasts in her hand.

"No… no, Pansy, don't, please do- Eeeh!" Hermione let out a small squeal as her classmate unexpectedly latched onto her breast with her warm mouth and gave her nipple a suck through her clothes. The unexpected sensation sent an electrifying feeling rushing down her spine. She desperately tugged on her restraints, wishing she could cover her chest and stop Pansy, but she was truly immobilised.

"Ohh, your nipples are sensitive," her classmate giggled, squeezing Hermione's breasts, and pinching her nipples lightly. 



"Don't worry, I will make you feel good."

Hermione was about to protest, and pulled her chest back as far as she could from Pansy, when suddenly Professor Snape tugged her panties up, wedging most of the black lace in her crack. She was so focused on stopping her classmate that she had temporarily forgotten that her potions professor was behind her. The unpleasant sensation made her squeal and lurch forward again, which earned her an amused chuckle from Professor Snape.

"Why, Miss Granger, aren't you a responsive little plaything," he whispered in her ear, pulling her head back by her hair. Hermione whimpered, there was something terribly grotesque about the violent intimacy of his hot breath and fine hairs tickling, caressing her neck. "Let's hope you won't end up enjoying yourself too much, it would be a pity if we had to come up with something you wanted even less than my cock filling up your little asshole."

SSSSS

"No, please, sir, I'm not enjoying my- Arrgh!" Miss Parkinson chose that moment to suck on her nipple again, tearing an unwanted moan from her throat. Severus saw a blush creeping up Miss Granger's cheeks. She may have found the sensation pleasant, but she definitely didn't enjoy it. The mere notion of forcing the composed, serious girl to fall apart with unwanted pleasure made him hard with anticipation.

"You could have fooled me," Severus chuckled in her ear. "And here I thought you were such a good little girl." Making her ashamed of the reactions to the pleasure forced on her was so much fun, it made her humiliation taste so, so very sweet, and made Miss Granger struggle so good.

It hadn't escaped Severus that each time he whispered in her ear, she reacted with a shiver; a mixture of fear, shame, distress and arousal. It was his favourite reaction. He wondered how he could intensify it for the maximum effect of humiliating her.

Miss Parkinson has decided to busy herself by removing Miss Granger's uniform shirt and Severus decided to let her, even though he had been planning to draw out stripping the Gryffindor longer, so that she had all the time to savour her growing terror. The faster process had its own merits; Miss Granger's reaction was marvellously desperate; a wild, terrified thrashing. Severus could not help but soak it up. He pressed his entire length against the tied up girl, enjoying her every twitch and whimper, Miss Granger was so good at struggling.

Miss Parkinson muttered a spell and Miss Granger's uniform shirt split along the seams, the pieces falling to the floor.

HHHHH

"No, stop, please, stop!" she begged, desperately pulling at her ropes, trying to cover her exposed bra. The restraints didn't give, and she was helpless as the two Slytherins continued to abuse her.

Hermione whimpered as Professor Snape pressed his long frame against her back, rubbing himself against the small of her back. She wished she could move her hands, that she could push him away, her arms jerking in the restraints without any effect.

Professor Snape locked his lips on the sensitive spot at the juncture between her shoulder and neck, sucking, his tongue stroking her skin. The sensation made her knees buckle and Hermione let out a loud moan. Heat rose in her face, ashamed of her reaction, but the hot, intense sensation made her stomach flutter with excitement, it felt like the moment a roller-coaster dropped into a sudden plunge.

She hated it that she couldn't help but enjoy it; her neck has always been one of her weaknesses. Hermione loathed it that it was Professor Snape who was making her feel those delicious sensations, that he had the power to make her knees go weak against her will, that he could force her to react with such abandon, but it felt like as if the spot he was sucking on was connected to her core by a hot, tingling, electrifying line, directly dripping down liquid pleasure mixed with fear and shame to her core which fluttered in excitement and pooled with hot arousal.

By the time Professor Snape lifted his head from her neck, Hermione felt slightly light headed and unfocused, her knees weak, her netherlips prickling as blood filled them with need.

Hermione was jerked back to reality when Professor Snape started grinding his pelvis against her with a self-satisfied chuckle. She could clearly feel his large penis already hardening through his several layer of clothes as he continued to rub himself against her. The movement made her shiver in horror-filled anticipation, it felt like a threat of what he was about to do to her.

"Please stop, please Professor, please don't do this, please, please, please!"

"That's the spirit, Miss Granger," he whispered in her ear, before covering her breast with his palm, and pulling the cup of her bra down, exposing her breast to the cold dungeon air.



Hermione let out a scared squeal, her arms jerking against her bonds to cover herself, to push Professor Snape's hand away; she didn't want him to touch her there, she didn't want anyone to see her naked! But the ropes held her tight, and she couldn't do anything but wriggle and beg as he rolled his thumb over her nipple, teasing it into a hard pebble against her will.

Hermione didn't want to like it, but the sensation was wonderful, sending a tingling wave of pleasure to her core. It was a terrible, delicious and humiliating experience she desperately didn't want, her helplessness, shame and fear mixed with the pleasure.

SSSSS

Miss Parkinson unclasped Miss Granger's bra at the front, discarding the garment before she latched onto the Gryffindor's other breast, licking, sucking at her nipple. The tied up girl trembled, a moan escaping her.

Severus gave the perky breast a squeeze, before letting it go and trailing his fingers over the spot he sucked on. It was quickly turning into a large, vibrant love bite; the colour in harsh contrast to her skin. He liked it; it was his mark on the trembling little girl, something she will have to keep looking at for days if not weeks before it would disappear, reminding Miss Granger of how Severus took control of her. She clearly hated loving it when Severus sucked on her neck, and there were few things that gave him such as power rush as forcing unwilling witches to enjoy being used. Perhaps, he should give her a few more.

Severus gave Miss Parkinson some time to play with Miss Granger's pretty little tits, he would have been lying if he said he didn't enjoyed the sight. While the Slytherin girl was having the time of her life worshipping her classmate's boobs, despite her loud moans, the Gryffindor was clearly distraught; something Severus revelled in. In his opinion there were few things as savoury as the agitated moans of arousal of an unwilling witch.

HHHHH

Hermione felt that Professor Snape nudged the collar thing a bit higher on her neck, before he lowered her head to her skin again. Her heart skipped a beat when she realised what he was about to do gain; he must have noticed what him sucking on the sensitive skin did to her.

Temporary forgetting all about how much she wanted Pansy to stop licking, teasing and sucking on her nipples, she started jerking and begging frantically, "Stop! Don't... please don't do it again, please sir, not again!" She didn't want him to force her to feel good, it turned something she loved into something twisted and vile, pleasure mixed with helplessness, shame, fear.

The potions professor wound his fingers in her hair, forcing her head to the side, baring her neck to him.

"Please… I don't want to…"

"Oh, but I think you very much do want it, Miss Granger," he chuckled in her ear before he sealed his lips against her skin. Hermione clenched her teeth, determined not to make a sound.

When Professor Snape started sucking gently at her skin though, the sensation lit her nerves on fire. She didn't want it to, but it felt so, so good, tingling, tantalising, causing wave after wave of a numb, prickling sensation to wash over her scalp, running down her spine. As he exhaled though his nose, his hot breath caressed her skin, his fine hair tickling, teasing the exposed stretch of her neck. It made her stomach flutter with nervous excitement and her core tremble with slowly growing need. She tugged against her bond in vain, there was nothing she could do stop him.

Hermione tried to remind herself that it was Professor Snape, tried to focus on the ropes biting into her wrist, the tense, uncomfortable angle of her neck, the fact how much she hated it that he could force her to feel like that, but it was no use. She was overwhelmed by horribly wonderful, twisted, delicious, humiliating, magnificent, depraved, incredible, horrifying sensations, as the two Slytherins continued to suck, lick, tease and stimulate her neck and breasts, whether she wanted it or not.

It felt like they were everywhere at the same time, there was too much to feel. She hated how they could force her to feel all of that against her will; it made her feel used, ashamed, and degraded, which mingled together with her growing arousal.

Hermione didn't notice when she allowed her eyes to flutter closed.

SSSSS

Severus wanted to make sure that Miss Granger wouldn't enjoy herself too much; keeping her distressed yet aroused was a delicate balance. His lips still locked to the writhing, moaning girl's neck, he slid his hand down to her bum, pressing his fingers between her asscheeks, massaging her crack with a slow, but powerful motion, his fingers lingering over her sweet asshole.

Her reaction was marvellous, her sweat moans turned into a shrill, terrified shriek, her hips bucking in a futile attempt to get away. The girl would be a death of him, she could struggle so good.

HHHHH

Hermione was suddenly jerked out of her haze of pleasure by Professor Snape forcing his fingers between her cheeks. The intrusion was unexpected, unpleasant and threatening; he pressed down with a lot of pressure, his fingers lingering over her anus long enough to be alarming, she expected him to try to force his way inside any second.

Her heart hammering in her throat with sudden rush of fear, she bucked her hips, trying to pull free from his probing hand, but Pansy placed her thigh right in front of Hermione's mound, trapping her between the two of them. Suddenly she had nowhere to move: from behind Professor Snape was fondling her back there, the sensation both unpleasant, terrifying and humiliating, but if she tried to pull away, she would be rubbing her privates against her classmate's leg as if she was trying to get herself off.

"Please… please stop…" she whimpered, trembling motionless, balancing on the edge of unwanted, humiliating pleasure and the disturbing, dehumanising, terrifying possibility of Professor Snape violating her back there. She desperately wanted to avoid both, she was afraid that if she as much as twitch she would tumble down in one of the terrifying possibilities.

She remained motionless, her breath coming in short, trembling gasps as the two Slytherins continued to torment, pleasure, abuse and stimulate her and she was helpless to stop them.

SSSSS

Severus lifted his mouth from Miss Granger's neck, admiring the second hickey he gave her. He has chosen the location with care; it was close to the first one, but far away enough to be a distinctly separate one. It was also higher up her neck, it would be significantly more difficult for her to hide it. It surprised Severus how much he enjoyed seeing the bruises. It was… exhilarating. It made his balls tighten with a slow, strong contraction, it made his stomach flutter with an unexpected, new excitement, with anticipation, something he hasn't felt in a long time. He liked it, he liked it very much. Severus decided he would explore this new obsession to its fullest. Who would have expected that playing with an unwilling Miss Granger would turn out to be so enlightening.

As much as Severus enjoyed how much Miss Granger detested the pleasure forced on her, he didn't like that she stopped reacting with fearful struggling. He wanted her attention back on what he was doing to her, so he grabbed her buttock and gave it a hard squeeze, pulling it to the side, kneading it like dough. It felt amazing, it was just the right size, filling his palm oh so perfectly. Her hot, young body was made to be used and enjoyed, she felt perfect.



"No!" The rough motion tore a scared little shriek from her throat, which made Severus's cock twitch in approval.

HHHHH

Hermione wanted to sink through the floor in sheer embarrassment. Being forced to stand there stretched open and nearly completely naked while her professor and classmate were still fully clothed and properly dressed was extremely humiliating. She desperately wanted to move her arms, to cover herself, to stop them from touching her, to get away, but she was helpless, unable to stop them as kept tormenting her.

She felt like she was some kind of toy, stuck between the Slytherins, as if there as a competition which one could force a louder, stronger reaction from her against her will. They groped, stroked, prodded, licked, explored, examined and played with her body at their leisure, ignoring her pleas and protests. It felt like they were touching her everywhere all at once, toying with her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it, she was forced to take it all. It was utterly dehumanising.

"That's a good little sexdoll," Professor Snape rasped in her ear. "Such a responsive little toy. Perhaps it was time we removed Miss Granger's underwear; we need better access to her tight holes without any barriers in the way." His announcement made her heart skip a beat in fear. "Miss Parkinson, if you would."

"Of course, Professor!" the other girl agreed enthusiastically, hooking her fingers under the band of Hermione's panties.

"No, no, no, oh gods no, please don't do this!" Hermione pleaded, her voice high pitched with fear. She tugged at her bonds desperately, hoping against hope she would wriggle her wrist free and stop them from removing her underwear. It didn't help, she was forced to stand there helplessly as Pansy slid her panties down her leg, exposing her most private parts to the cold dungeon air, and she could do nothing to prevent it.

When she was done, Pansy grabbed Hermione's uniform stockings, dragging them slowly down her leg; making sure to touch and tease her sensitive skin in the process.

"No need to worry, Miss Granger," Professor Snape chuckled in her ear. "We are here to help you and I'll make sure to force every inch of my cock in your protesting, virgin little asshole. I promise you will hate every second of it. But first, we need to make some more room to work."

Professor Snape conjured more ropes that tied themselves around Hermione's ankles, and to her horror, they started to slowly drag her feet apart. "No! Stop, please, stop!" As the ropes forced her to spread her legs ever so slowly, she felt her lips part, spreading her wide. It made her nether-region tingle with a numb, terrified anticipation.

SSSSS

Severus took his sweet time to spread the struggling girls legs, drawing out her fearful realisation of what was happening to her; her wriggling and struggling made his balls tighten with anticipation. If this was her reaction to just being stripped, he could not wait to feel her body writhing and jerking against his as he buried his dick in her ass to the hilt.

Miss Parkinson removed the other girl's shoes and socks, and Severus pretended not to notice as she sunk Miss Granger's soaked panties in her pocket.

HHHHH

Hermione let out a surprised squeal when Professor Snape grabbed her hips and rubbed himself against the bare skin of her back, she could feel his erection through his clothes.

"Hmmmm. For an easy insertion, we'll need to do some hight adjustment," he muttered. Letting go of her, he waved his wand, the stone floor tiles under her feet rose, becoming taller, like a stepping stone, lifting her up onto a makeshift little platform until her bum was on level with his penis. Professor Snape rubbed his hard length between her cheeks; it sent a surge of fear though Hermione, shivering violently.

"Please. Please don't."

"That's better," he chuckled in her ear, his hot breath fanning the sensitive neck of her skin. It was intimate and so terribly wrong at the same time. "This will allow us to fill your tight little asshole to the brim much easier," he added, running a finger down Hermione's naked crack. It made her squeak and jump, trying to pull away from Professor Snape as far as she could. The ropes held her in place, she had nowhere to go. He could do anything he wanted to, Hermione was powerless to stop him.

"No! Stop, please stop, please don't do this Professor, please, this it horrible, please just stop!"

She could still not believe that a professor she used to admire would actually do something so depraved to her, she still didn't want to believe that it was happening to her.

Hermione let out a surprised squeal as Pansy ran her hand up Hermione's inner thigh, gently teasing and stroking the sensitive skin. Her knees jerked in response, trying to close her legs, to cover and protect herself, but the restraints kept her immobilised and exposed.

"Actually, I think Hermione is quite enjoying herself, sir," Pansy giggled, running a finger lightly along her naked netherlip. The touch was unwanted, scary, yet exciting, leaving her skin tingling with an expectant numbness, anticipating more pleasure. "She is quite wet down here."

Hermione was mortified at her own body's reaction; she felt heat rising to her cheeks and her labia prickling with arousal.

SSSSS

"It's time we started preparing your asshole for a thorough fucking, Miss Granger," Severus said, muttering a lubrication spell. It earned him a wonderfully arousing, scared little scream, probably a reaction to feeling a cold wetness pool inside her puckered little hole.

"Oh, no, no, please, gods no, please don't do this," she pleaded, her entire body trembling with horrified anticipation. It gave him a heady, wonderful power rush.

Pulling one of her nervously trembling buttcheeks aside, he placed a well-lubricated finger against her asshole, pressing down gently. With a scream, she clenched her ring of muscle tightly, trying to keep his finger out. Her reaction made Severus smile with genuine happiness; the harder the girl fought, the sweater it will be for him when he finally forced his way inside. Drawing the process out only made him even more aroused.

"No, stop, please stop! I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to…" Miss Granger sounded like she was on the verge of tears, it made his cock pulse in arousal, she made the sweetest, most alluring noises.

HHHHH

"It would seem that you've forgotten that that's the entire point of what we are doing, Miss Granger. The more desperate you are for us to stop, the better. If this is how you react to a tiny little finger, just imagine how you will beg and scream when I impale you on my cock," Professor Snape taunted, rubbing his finger against her opening with a surprisingly gentle pressure.

Hermione's heart was beating in her throat, she could not express how much she didn't want anything in there. With grave determination, she clenched her muscles tightly, doing her best to keep her professor out.

"Miss Parkinson, it would seem that Miss Granger has difficulty relaxing. Perhaps you could lend her a helping hand?"

"Of course, sir," Pansy said eagerly. "Come on, Hermione. You are the best student in our year, if anyone can take a penis this large in their bum, you can, just relax," she said gleefully as she placed her hand over her clit, and started to rub it in gentle circles.

Hermine's knees buckled at the onslaught of unexpected sensation, and she could not supress a moan. She didn't want to give in, she didn't want to like it; it was humiliating, terrifying and the finger against her anus felt terrible, a threat of something much worse to come. Yet the rubbing sent a surge of pleasure through her, and Hermione could feel herself growing warm with pooling arousal.

She didn't want to let it affect her, but the terrible, unwanted, delicious sensation demanded her attention, filling her with a tingling yearning. It was all wrong, but oh so good.

SSSSS

Severus could feel as Miss Granger was fighting her own arousal, but slowly loosing the battle. More and more often little moans escaped throat, and her asshole relaxed under his finger. Severus waited patiently for Miss Granger to temporarily forget about her fear, lulling her into a false sense of security, to make it all the more unpleasant for her when he made his move.

HHHHH

Hermione bit her lip, trying to stay silent as pleasure radiated from her clit, pulsing though her like a heartbeat. She didn't want any of it, she hated how her body reacted to being abused, but it made her pool with arousal, made her inside feel weak with a numb, trembling sensation that demanded attention, it made her want to be… filled.

She was trying to focus on the ropes biting in her skin, at the vulnerable, helpless position she was in to stop herself from giving in, when suddenly, out of nowhere there was an immense, unstoppable pressure against her anus. She let out a scared, surprised and loud shriek as she felt her ring of muscles part, and suddenly her rectum was filled with an intruding, unwanted thing, lodged inside her.

"AAAEEEWWW! STOP! Take it out, take it out, TAKE IT OUT!"

It didn't hurt, per se, but it did feel horrible. She hated the sensation of having something stuck inside her, she despised the degrading, humiliating aspect of how… dirty, how perverted it was, of how Professor Snape could do this to her against her will, as if she was just some toy for him to stick his body parts in as he pleased.

"That's the spirit, Miss Granger," Professor Snape chuckled, as he continued to pump his finger in and out of her asshole. She could feel as his digit slowly disappeared inside her, filling up her rectum, before sliding out only to penetrate her again. She hated the sensation of something moving, wriggling inside her.



"Oh god, it feels horrible, please, please, don't do this! It's horrible, it's horrible! Please… please…"

Desperate to get rid of the terrible sensation, she tugged and jerked at her restraints, wishing she could pull her wrist free, she had an uncontrollable urge to grab his arm and make him remove the offending digit. The ropes had no give, and held her exactly where Professor Snape wanted her, and she was helpless to stop his assault. In and out his finger went, keeping her ring of muscles open, the movement a constant source of displeasure. Hermione jerked her hips forward, hoping to pull herself off the penetrating finger, not caring that the motion rubbed her against Pansy's hand. She just wanted it to stop, she wanted to get away from the pressure that kept filling her and receding.

"Well, that's the whole point of this little exercise, isn't it?" Professor Snape asked, grabbing onto her hip to keep Hermione from pulling away. "I'm certain this will be memorable enough for you to be more careful with other people's possession in the future, Miss Granger."

"Please… it feels so horrible… please, I hate it so much, please Professor, please stop!"

"Good. Don't worry, you are doing great, Miss Granger, this is exactly what we need."

"No… no, please, please, stop…"

"Shh, Hermione, I'm here for you," Pansy whispered in a singsong voice. "We are in this together. I know you do understand we have to do this, you do know this is necessary, but I can make you feel good. Relax and let me help you," she cooed.

The Slytherin girl changed the position of her hand, and Hermione felt as she was sliding two of her fingers towards Hermione's opening.

"NO!, No, Pansy, please, I beg you… please don't do this, please, I don't want to…"

"I sincerely doubt that," Professor Snape chuckled in her ear, pumping his finger in and out of her protesting anus. "You keep protesting, Miss Granger, claiming you aren't enjoying yourself, yet you seem to be soaking wet, I suspect you aren't being quite truthful here. Perhaps, you do love having your Professor play with your tight asshole. What a naughty, perverted little girl you are."

"No, it's not like- Argh!" Pansy chose that moment to slide her fore and middle fingers into Hermione's pussy, placing her thumb over her nub. The sudden intrusion made her clamp down on all three fingers inside her.

Her classmate started rocking her hand against Hermione, her fingers curled forward, pressing down against and massaging her front wall, her thumb rubbing her clit with a steady rhythm. Hermione's knees buckled as intense unexpected pleasure flooded her.

The fingers sliding inside her were like a fulfilment of the promise of the expectant, trembling need inside her, a relief to the need to be filled. Yet, as they pressed down, massaging her on the iside, they ignited a new fire, another intense need. It was an unfamiliar, intense sensation, it made the muscles inside her tense up with hot anticipation.

Pansy kept rubbing her clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through her, slowly rising to becoming a tide.

"Oh! N… ah!" Hermione moaned, blushing furiously. She meant to say, no, no.

She hated how good Pansy's ministrations felt. She could still very clearly feel Professor Snape fingering her asshole, the two different movements on the two sides of her wall created a disturbing, strange sensation; it was conflicting, dehumanising, dissonant and unpleasant. Yet, the pleasure radiating from the rubbing drowned it all out.

It felt like the waves of pleasure kept feeding into a pool of arousal, collecting in the depth of her core, causing an expectant tension rising from her deepest point towards her entrance, pulling her pussy tighter with sweet, tingling anticipation.

SSSSS

Severus was convinced that Miss Granger hasn't even noticed when she started to grind her pelvis against their hands herself, her body trembling with need. He could feel as her sweet little asshole started hugging his finger tighter and tighter, he was certain she was heading for an orgasm.

Which was the perfect time to increase her distress and bring her crashing down from her high.

Severus couldn't help but smile to himself, the girl certainly made such a good little sextoy, so much fun to torment.

HHHHH

Hermione was certain she was about to come, her entire body trembling with need for release. Then suddenly, without warning, Professor Snape forced a second finger into her abused asshole, stretching her ring of muscles to a very unpleasant tightness, increasing the revolting sensation of having her rectum filled with something that didn't belong there.

"AhhEWWW!" she screamed. "Stop, stop, please stop, please take it out, please take it out! Please… Phhllee..eeee…aaaseeee….."

The sudden intrusion was abhorrent, it made her feel even more used and violated, she felt that she was suddenly filled to the brim down there as the two Slytherins continued to finger her simultaneously.

SSSSS

Fuck, Severus knew the girl was entertaining, but he didn't expect just how arousing and intense her reaction would be. She sounded like she went from teetering on the edge of an orgasm to being on the verge of tears in a second. He loved it; the sounds of despair made his cock twitch. He could hardly wait to feel her asshole hugging him tightly, what beautiful screams she would make.

HHHHH

Hermione went up to her tiptoes desperate to pull herself off the fingers inside her, gyrating, rotating, bucking and jerking her hips hoping to dislodge the fingers.

"Please… please stop, please… please…" she begged, her voice high-pitched and trembling.

She was desperate to make the sensation stop. Her anus was stretched to an uncomfortable point, and there was just too much inside her, she was just too full. She jerked against her bonds instinctively, her hands straining to protect her, to grab and remove the assaulting fingers, but the ropes held her in place, stretched open and left vulnerable to whatever perverted thing her Professor wanted to do to her, and all she could do was take it.

Pansy violating her was terrible, she kept rubbing the right spot in a steady rhythm, forcing her to feel pleasure she didn't want, making her experience bliss while being abused and raped. The sensation might have been good, but Hermione didn't enjoy it, it was humiliating, degrading, unwanted.

Even worse was how Professor Snape was violating her. She had no words to describe how much she hated having anything filling up her rectum, how she despised the sensation that her ring of muscles was continuously kept open, unable to close, something lodged inside.

And mixing the unwanted pleasure that her classmate forced on her with the abhorrent abuse of her asshole, making her pussy throb in need and arousal while experiencing something so perverted and vile was probably the worst of it all.

"Ple..ah.. ease… please stop…"

"Shhhh, Hermione, it's alright, you are doing great," Pansy sniggered malevolently, clearly enjoying Hermione's distress.

She kept rocking her hand against her tirelessly, and Hermione despised how it still felt so good, pleasure pulsing through her, radiating from her clit, a sweet, trembling need inside her.

The second finger in her bum didn't only add to the horrible, humiliating sensation of being stretched, filled and used. Now Professor Snape kept moving his fingers independently of each other. Opening them like scissors stretching her further, wriggling and rotating them. His rhythm was erratic, very different from Pansy's steady motions. Having such different sensations on the two sides of her wall increased the feeling of dissonance, of wrongness. Suddenly her privates were filled with unwanted, probing fingers and hands, it was everywhere. There was no tiny bit of her genitals not touched, prodded, teased, filled fingered or played with.

There was just too much going on, a chaotic mixture of horribleness, of being used. All the different movements wriggling inside her made Hermione feel she was stuffed to the point of bursting. It made her feel like her most private parts were suddenly not hers, like she was some… fidget toy to squeeze, prod and play with, as if her nether region wasn't attached to a thinking, feeling human, as if she was just a pair of holes for them to use. It was utterly dehumanising.

"Please… please take it out. It's too much… it's too much. Please…"

"Tut, tut, Miss Granger. You are already acquainted with my cock, I believe?" Professor Snape chuckled merrily. "It's quite a bit bigger than my fingers, and we'll still have to work it up your asshole. Unfortunately for you it won't be an easy fit, I'm sorry about that. I know you might not enjoy the preparations, but I'm sure you'll be grateful for it when it will be time to take my dick. It will be a challenging task, but you have my confidence, and over-achiever like you should have no problem accommodating a monster cock on their first time."

Hermione shuddered violently, her muscles clenching down on the intruding fingers – she could not even imagine something that big inside her.

SSSSS

Severus revelled in the way the young girl was squirming on his fingers. Even though her little twat was soaked and she could not stifle all her moans, everything about her screamed that she was in great discomfort, hating every second, every touch. It was hot as hell.

He especially enjoyed switching up the way he was fingering her asshole. Each time he changed the angle, the rhythm rotated or opened his fingers, it made her jerk, whimper and squeal in the most arousing way. She was perfect for him, she was made to be used and tormented. It was nearly as if she could read his mind and react in the most arousing, attractive way, her fear, shame and pleasure a perfectly balanced, delicious cocktail. Severus had to admit, Miss Parkinson had excellent taste.

There was also something about feeling Miss Parkinson's fingers moving in Miss Grange's other hole, it added a unique unexpectedness to his experience. There was something dak and delicious about having very enthusiastic help in taking and tormenting an unwilling little witch.

He loved how much the Miss Granger hated even such soft and gentle little anal play. Like when he pretended his fingers were a stirring rod, circling around in the cauldron, pulling her ring of muscles more forcefully to the side.

"Aaaaweee!" she rewarded him with a delightful scream that made him groan in arousal. So damn responsive, so hot. "Please stop, oh god, please, please it's too much, please sir, I beg you, please stop!"

Music to his ears.

Pumping his fingers in and out of her deliciously unwilling asshole, he leaned close to her ear, letting his breath caress her skin, "I don't think you want me to stop, Miss Granger. In fact, I think you are quite enjoying yourself; you've been aching for being in the spotlight for years, so eager to impress me, and now you have my… undivided attention." Whispering in her ear made her breath hitch, and she muscles contracted around his fingers. Fuck, she was so tight. She would feel so damn good around his cock.

HHHHH

For a moment Hermione was certain that Professor Snape would suck on her neck again, and her breath got caught in her throat in anticipation, her muscles clenching in approval. She hated how her body reacted to him so readily, when she didn't want him anywhere near her.

As Pansy continued to circle her clit and finger her, rubbing against the right spot inside her, Hermione was slowly becoming more and more aroused again. The please pulsing through her like a heartbeat made her core prickle with a numb anticipation. The hot, throbbing wetness pooling inside were rising, pulling her insides tighter.

With a gleeful smile, her classmate leaned closer to her, grabbing Hermione's right breast in her free hand. She lowered her head to her nipple while trying to maintain eye contact with her.

"No, no no, please stop, please pansy, please don- Ah!" Pansy latched onto her nipple, licking, sucking her sensitive skin eagerly. So good, so terrible. It felt like the two Slytherins were everywhere; against her back inside her, sucking on her breast and rubbing her clit, prodding, probing, rubbing, licking. It was too much.

At the same time, Professor Snape kept fucking her poor, abused hole with his fingers. In and out, in and out, over and over, filling her rectum, keeping her ring of muscles open, sliding out just to repeat the horrid sensation of the penetration again. Slowly, the unpleasant feeling of being stretched receded, but the feeling of being used didn't. In and out, in and out. The horrible sensation of being kept open demanded too much of her attention to allow Hermione to reach an orgasm, but Pansy's rubbing was too good, too intense to be ignored, throbbing, teasing with an unfulfilled promise.

It made her teeter on the edge, drowning in horrible, hot, humiliating, tingling, wonderful, depraved, delicious, unwanted pleasure.

SSSSS

Miss Granger let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan; it was deliciously desperate. It made his balls tighten in arousal. He loved, loved how much she hated her asshole toyed with, and had a sudden urge to force her to cum around his fingers.

Choosing a spot carefully, Severus leaned closer to her neck.

HHHHH

Hermione's breath hitched when she felt hot breath on her neck as Professor Snape lowered his head to her neck again. His hair was tickling her skin, as his lips touched her neck ever so softly and gently, sending a shiver down her spine.

Pansy was still licking and sucking her breast with apparent relish, making her Hermione's nipple hard, tingling with pleasure, feeding her arousal further. The Slytherin girl rubbing her clit relentlessly, which made Hermione's core tremble with hot desire, her netherlips tingling with expectant need. As her classmate pressed down against her front wall inside her, it woke up a strange, tight, expectant, numb and tense feeling inside Hermione, as if her body was a bow being drawn back, quivering with tension, to unleash an orgasm. Her potions professors fingers still kept sliding in an out of her anus, filling her with a horrible, humiliating tense sensation or utter wrongness. The stretching of her muscle ring was constant, uncomfortable, humiliating, and it was impossible to ignore.

Yet, when Professor Snape started nibbling on her skin, her stomach fluttered with excitement as if she had missed a step going down the stairs, adrenaline surging through her. It made her belly clench with desire and she couldn't supress a whimper. His mouth nipped at her, showering the spot in tiny gentle kisses. It was unwanted, exciting and promising, making her shiver in anticipation pool with pleasure. It was gentle yet violating at the same time.

It felt as if the spot was directly connected to her core, making her ablaze with desire. Coupled with the intense, throbbing bliss Pansy forced her to feel she found her arousal starting to mount again. The tight, tingling sensation deep inside her pussy was pulling her muscles tighter, and slowly spreading towards her entrance. When Professor Snape started sucking on her neck again, she let out a loud moan.

Hermione hated that she couldn't stop him, that he could do anything he wanted to her, was able to turn her into a aroused mess against her will, but she couldn't help it, it felt too good. The delicious tension kept spreading, moving down her core, becoming more intense by the second. When it reached her entrance, the tension broke and she came; her muscles tightening up with deep, strong contractions.

Professor Snape chose that exact moment to force one more finger in her; it was a horrible, depraved, violating, humiliating sensation; she despised the sudden increase in her fullness, the intensifying of feeling stretched. But there was no stopping her orgasm, there was no turning back, like a tidal wave it washed through her, lighting up her nerves with pleasure.

The blissful contractions pulled her tight around the probing fingers, which made the unpleasant feeling of her anus being forced open even more pronounced, it made her feel even fuller than before. It forced Hermione to focus on the sensation in her asshole while pleasure washed through her until she couldn't tell where the bliss of her orgasm ended and the humiliating awfulness of her torment started.

Pansy kept rubbing her clit, prolonging her orgasm, and Hermine kept coming around the five fingers forced inside her.

SSSSS

Severus kept his fingers still deep inside Miss Granger until she slowly came down from her orgasm, her entire body trembling with it. She made the most beautiful sounds he ever heard, somewhere between a scream and a moan, full of pleasure and despair. It was simply perfect.

And damn, her asshole was gripping his fingers so good. He couldn't wait to feel the same pulsing around his cock.

Once the contractions stopped, he felt as Miss Parkinson slid her fingers out of the Gryffindor. The Slytherin girl was grinning like a cat that got the canary. It was Miss Granger who just had an intense orgasm, yet, there was no doubt that she wasn't the one who was having a blast.

Severus leaned closer to Miss Granger's ear, whispering "Well, aren't you a kinky little girl Miss Granger? Coming so hard around your Professor's fingers buried deep in your asshole. Who would have thought."

She whimpered in response, her breath caught in her throat.

He wriggled his three fingers inside her ass one last time before sliding them out slowly. Miss Granger let out a shuddering breath of relief, her tense posture sagging.

He took a moment to admire the new love bite he gave her. There were now three bruises on her neck and shoulder, arranged in an aesthetically pleasing way. He found it irresistibly pretty, it felt so right. His mark. His property. Just simply looking at it gave him a surprisingly strong urge to bury his cock in the girl, but it wasn't the right time for that. Yet.

Severus cast a cleaning spell on his hand before retrieving his next surprise from his drawer. The night was still long from being over for the Gryffindor princess.

HHHHH

Hermione sighed with relief as she felt her abused ring of muscles finally being allowed to close again. Her knees felt weak in the wake of intense, horrible orgasm. She heard Professor Snape walking around her. As she lifted her head, he was standing right in front of her, holding a long, pale pink silicone dildo in his hand. It wasn't as thick his massive penis, but it's grith was still quite a step up from the three fingers that he forced into her.

Hermione's eyes widened in fear; she didn't think she could possibly handle something of that size.

"No, no, gods, no… please Professor, please, no more… please stop, please, please!"

"Well, I suppose I won't have to explain where this is going to go then," he said with a smirk. "You've always been sharp, Miss Granger, it's quite refreshing to work with someone competent for a change. I'm certain that after tonight you'll find you are capable even greater things than you ever dared to dream. Or at least, capable of accommodating much greater things in your asshole than you would have even thought of attempting."

Her heart beating in her throat, Hermione tugged desperately at her restraints as Professor Snape slowly walked around her. She had to get away, she had to! She needed to stop him, to keep him away from her abused hole, she had to!

"No, no, please, Professor, please stop! Please! It's too big, it's too big, it won't fit, please don't do this!

"No need to worry, Miss Granger, I'm confident in your abilities, this toy will slide up your bum with ease, this, and much, much more. All we need is a little bit of determination and persistence. Lucky for you, you don't have to do it alone, I'll do all the hard work for you, all you need to do is… relax," he chuckled.

Hermione kept tugging at her restraints desperately, wishing she could move her arm, wishing she could protect herself from the new horrors Professor Snape was planning for her. The ropes didn't give, keeping her in place, stretched open and helpless as the potions master pulled one of her buttcheeks to the side, muttering a lubrication spell.

Suddenly she felt a cold wetness pool inside her bum, and she let out a surprised yelp, her ring of muscles contracting in response. It earned her an amuse chuckle.

"You can do this, Hermione, I have faith in you" Pansy said watching it with pure delight as Professor Snape moved the dildo between her cheeks. She looked like as if Christmas came early, following the movements of the toy eagerly, eyes shining merrily. Hermione, on the other hand felt her entire body tremble with tension, her breath coning in short, shallow gasps. "You aren't alone, we are in this together. We got you. Just take a deep breath and relax," the Slytherin girl cooed, her voice oily with fake kindness.

Hermione was about to beg them stop, but Professor Snape chose that moment to press the smooth, rounded tip of the toy against her anus.

Hermione whimpered, clenching her teeth and tightening her muscles, determined to keep the thing out. Her entire body was trembling with terrified anticipation. She felt her rectum pulse to her frantic heartbeat, prickling in fear as the head of the dildo rubbed and pressed against her.

Suddenly the toy came alive with a deep, rumbling slow vibration.

"Unngh -Ah," she grunted from between clenched teeth. To her distress, the vibrations didn't feel unpleasant. They should have; something so perverted, so vile and depraved should have felt terrible! It was kind of tingling and teasing with a promise of exciting, pleasant sensations, and Hermione hated it.

The vibration caught her so off-guard she nearly allowed herself to relax. With grave determination, she clenched her ring of muscles, as Professor Snape continued to rub the toy against her, massaging her with surprisingly gentle and slow circles.

Unexpectedly, he made a somewhat bigger circle, moving the tip of the vibrator over the part between her asshole and pussy. "Eeearg-hmmmm," Hermione groaned, her head dropping back as her as her skin exploded in sensation. It was mortifying, alien, unwanted but so, so good. She had no idea that the area could make her feel like that. Not quite as good as having her clit rubbed, but still delicious, shameful, intense, tingling, humiliating, wonderful and depraved.

SSSSS

Severus grinned to himself as he kept massaging Miss Granger's asshole with the vibrator. He could practically taste her shame of loving how the toy felt against her perineum, her pleasure mixed with distress and humiliation. It was delicious.

"N….argh… phe…lease… stop," she groaned, her hip bucking against the toy.

"Could you please repeat that, Miss Granger?" he asked gleefully, pressing the toy against the sensitive spot. "I couldn't hear you from the moaning." He watched with immense satisfaction as the girl turned flaming red.

Damn, she was so much fun to play with.

HHHHH

To her horror, Hermione could feel herself slowly relaxing under the vibrations. She didn't want to let them, but the tingling, numb, prickling sensation made it impossible to keep herself tensed up, it made her muscles feal weak, as if they lacked the strength to protest.

Hermione groaned in pleasure and frustration, this wasn't supposed to feel good! It was terrifying, degrading, yet it made a throb of arousal pulse through her. No, no, no, she wasn't supposed to enjoy something so depraved!

"That's a good girl," Professor Snape chuckled, and stopped moving the vibrator, holding it steadily against that spot. It kept rumbling and teasing and it was so good and so wrong. Hermione could feel her ring of muscle tremble with anticipation in response. The longer the toy stayed in place the more intense the sensation became. To her utter mortification, Hermione felt herself growing wet with arousal again. Her muscles gave a short spasm, forcing some of her wetness to the surface, she sincerely hoped that Professor Snape hasn't noticed it.

Slowly, he pulled the toy back over her asshole and started to increase the pressure.

"No, no, no, stop, please stop… PHHLEEAASSSEE….", Hermione half-screamed half-sobbed. Torturously slowly, her muscles relaxed under the pressure, parting, stretching, slowly opening up. It was a terrifying sensation, and she desperately wanted it to stop.

"No, no, no, gods no, please, stop, STOP!"

The round tip of toy kept pressing down, forcing her ring further and further apart, stretching her uncomfortably, until it reached the widest point, and the head slipped inside her, keeping her hole open.

"It feels horrible, please take it out, take it out, please, please!"

"No need to scream like that Miss Granger. You can take it; your asshole was made to be filled, used and fucked. See? Can you feel it sliding inside you? It goes in and in, your hungry little asshole is swallowing it so eagerly. I suppose it's a pity you can't see it, it looks really cute how your asshole hugs it so tightly. Hopefully feeling it fill you will make up for the lack of visual."

She could indeed feel the vibrator forced deeper and deeper, filling her rectum with a tight, unpleasant stretching, vibrating sensation. She hated the sensation, the humiliation, how it forced her hole open, and she desperately wanted it to stop, but the ropes held her motionless and she could do nothing as Professor Snape kept sliding the toy deeper and deeper in her.

SSSSS

Severus couldn't decide what was more arousing, the sight of Miss Granger's asshole stretched around the dildo, the desperate sounds she made, the intense wriggling and thrashing or the knowledge how deep she was being filled.

"Stop, please stop, it's horrible, it's too big, it's too much! Please, please take it out, take it out, take it out!" That was exactly the kind of enthusiasm Severus loved in a well-used little witch. So, so damn hot.

"Where is your famous perseverance and dedication, Miss Granger? We are nearly halfway already," Severus reassured her. "Only a couple more inches to. There, in and in it goes. See? I told you, all it needs is a bit of persistence and a bit of force. We'll make it all fit, you'll see. Can you feel it sliding in you?"

HHHHH

As the toy was forced deeper and deeper in her, the rumbling vibration became more and more muted. It still felt more pleasant than anything so horrifying had the right to feel, but the alien, wonderful, and humiliating sensation that made her grow wet fell away, only the discomfort of having her asshole stretched and filled remained.

"Please stop… please…" she panted, hating the sensation of something moving inside her back there.

"But you were made for this, Miss Granger. You look so very pretty and natural like this, you should have your tight asshole stretched and filled regularly."

"Can I take a look too?" Pansy asked, dropping to her knees. Hermione felt blood rush to her face, it was bad enough to suffer what Professor Snape was doing to her without her classmate making a spectacle out of her torment. She knew the Slytherins had seen her naked body, but Pansy wanting to look made her feel… inspected. Judged. Suddenly Hermione felt terribly self-conscious.

"Oh, wow, Hermione, you took that large dildo on the first try like it was nothing, it's nearly all the way in. I don't think there are a lot of people who could have done it." Her voice was dripping with malicious, fake cheerfulness and enthusiasm. "I think this baby pink is your colour, it suits you. It's kind of girly and kinky at the same time, and the colour goes well with your flushed, wet pussy. You should see how wide it opens your hole, it's really impressive, I bet you must be so proud. Just look at it go in, you must feel so full. Wicked."

Hermione wanted to sink through the floor in shame.

"There," Professor Snape finally said. "All the way in. I told you it would fit."

"Please… please take it out," Hermione begged, doing her best to stay still. Even the smallest movement made the terrible presence of the vibrator inside her more pronounced, made the sensation of being filled to the brim even worse. "It's too much, please, please take it out."

"I admire your enthusiasm, but you're not ready for my cock yet, Miss Granger," Professor Snape chuckled in her ear. "Try to enjoy this little toy for now, I promise you'll get to experience the true bliss of having a monster cock fucking your asshole soon enough." With that, he started to slide the vibrator slowly out of her, until only the head remained lodged inside, only to start pushing it in equally slowly in again, raping her with the toy.

"No, no, no, stop, please stop, please!" Hermione begged, jerking against her restraints. "It feels horrible, please, don't do this, please!"

"Don't you worry, Hermione, I got you. We are in this together, remember?" Pansy asked. "I'll make you feel good," she promised with a wicked smile, leaning closer to her privates.

It took Hermione a few seconds to realise what her classmates was about to do, and her heart skipped a beat. No, oh no.

"Pansy, don't, please don't, gods, no please, Pansy, please stop, please don't do this!"

Biting her lip in determination, Hermione readied herself for the sensation as her classmate flicked her tongue against her. Hermione managed to supress a moan, but her knees still buckled as pleasure surged through her. Pansy gave her a self-satisfied smirk before she buried her face in Hermione with great enthusiasm.



Her tongue was soft yet strong, gentle, warm, dexterous, precise. It felt so much better than anything Hermione could have imagined. Lavender had lent Hermione a few romance books with rather explicit erotic scenes, and Hermione had been eager to experience what it may feel like to be licked down there. The stories made it sound amazing; she imagined it would be wonderful, but she wanted to know, she longed to experience it. She expected it would be the most romantic, exciting and erotic experience.

She wanted the first time to be intimate and loving. Not like this! Not when she had no choice in what happened to her, tied up and helpless, not while most of her attention was on the humiliating sensation of a way too large dildo forced into her bum against her will.

Pansy's tongue circled Hermione's clit expertly, making wave after wave of intense pleasure wash through her, make her labia tingle with arousal as blood flooded them, it felt wrong. Hermione felt that Pansy had robbed of something precious, that she ruined something she really wanted.

"Please stop, please no more," Hermione begged, but the two Slytherins ignored her pleas. Professor Snape continued to slide the vibrator in and out of her, over and over again, the toy keeping her ring of muscles wide open. In and out, in and out, only for the terrible sensation of the penetration and being filled to repeat again.

Pansy kept licking her enthusiastically, her tongue circling her clit in delicious, wet, hot movements. It was terrible, exciting, wrong, wonderful, humiliating. She lapped at her with wide, broad strokes and tickled her skin with gentle fluttering touches. Hermione felt herself grow wet with a tingling, numb anticipation inside her.

She hated how the pleasure mixed with the terrible sensation of the dildo inside her. It made her face burn in humiliation that Pansy could force her to feel such bliss while Professor Snape was doing something so depraved to her, how what she wanted didn't seem to matter. It was dehumanising how the two Slytherins treated her like some toy to grope, prod, probe and play with.

In and out the dildo went, filling her to the brim with degrading tension. In and out, slowly, so she would feel every single inch of it as it forced it's way inside her, raping her. Slowly, the unpleasant stretching of her muscles receded as her asshole got used to being kept open. It was both a relief and a curse; it wasn't supposed to feel good, she wasn't supposed to enjoy something so horrifying! Yet, the deep, powerful rumbling of the vibrator inside her felt far from unpleasant.

Pansy flicked her clit with her tongue, up, down, up, down, before planting her soft lips against her skin and sucking on Hermione's nub gently. It was an explosion of sensation, hot, liquid pleasure flooding her in a torrent, mingling with the deep rumbling inside. Hermione couldn't help herself but let out a loud moan. It was wrong, it was vile, but it felt so, so good.

SSSSS

Severus smirked with delight as the tied up girl kept making the most arousing little noises, halfway between a moan and a plea, a desperate whimper and a blissful hiss. Despite growing wet with arousal, the girl was clearly in destress, it was perfect. Severus was revelling in her humiliation, he could practically taste her shame and fear, with a hint of pleasure, it was a heady cocktail.

And her abused asshole was a sight for gods. So, so hot, stretched open and fucked, as it should be. He would have never thought that he would enjoy Miss Granger's company this much, she was such a perfect little toy.

Leaning closer to her, Severus nuzzled her ear, which made her shiver violently in a perfect mixture of arousal and fear, it made his balls tighten in pleasure. "So, tell me, Miss Granger, how do you like your professor playing with your asshole, to have such a long dildo buried in your bum to the hilt?"

Just as she was about to open her mouth to protest, Severus placed his lips on her neck under her ear, and sucked. "Nnn-aaaghh, oooooh-aaH!" The plea for him to stop died on her lips, turning into a loud moan. Her entire body jerked in response. Her breath caught in her throat and Severus was certain she was unaware that she stopped struggling, giving herself over to the sensation of his mouth on her neck.

HHHHH

"Well, I'll take that as you're enjoying it," Professor Snape chuckled in her ear. Heat rushed to her face, and Hermione was certain she would die in shame. She hated how they could make her body betray her, how they could force her to react and moan as if she was having fun instead of the most horrible and humiliating experience of her life.

"No! No! It feels horrible, I don't want to! Please, just stop. Please…"

"Oh, Hermione, I'm so sorry, I'm trying to do my best here," Pansy said, not sounding sorry at all. "I'll try harder; I know you can do this."

"No, NO! Please Pansy, please stop!"

Her classmate returned her attention to Hermione's clit. Lick, lick, lick, using her a wet, warm tong, with just the perfect amount of pressure, Pansy teased her with a single-minded focus, keeping a steady rhythm, just a touch slower than Hermione usually liked. It made hot pleasure pulse though Hermione. It was blissful torture, it was so close to being perfect that it woke up an intense, numb, tingling yearning inside her, she needed just a little bit more. The Slytherin kept up an even, strong pace, which made wave after wave of wonderful sensation wash through Hermione

The pleasure that radiated from her clit mingled with the alien, yet pleasant rumbling of the vibrator inside her, and the two sensations pooled into a growing, expectant tension deep inside her. In spite of her vulnerable, helpless state, the unpleasant fullness in her rectum, the humiliating way the toy kept her ring of muscles open, she was becoming more and more aroused, and she knew she was heading for another orgasm. The sweet tension building deep inside her pussy was pulling her muscles slowly tighter with trembling anticipation.

"No, no, no, please Pansy, Please stop, please don't make me… please, I don't want to, not again. Please Pansy, please…"

Hermione shook her head, trying to distract herself, trying to ignore the humiliating, wonderful, depraved, prickling, vile pleasure. It should not have felt good! She didn't want it, she didn't want to enjoy it, she didn't want to orgasm while Professor Snape was doing something so perverted to her, she didn't want to allow her arousal to mix with the terrible sensation in her anus as the thick dildo slid in and out of her, causing her to experience the terrible filling sensation of the penetration over and over.

"No… no… please don't make me, please…"

SSSSS

Severus was certain that it was a question of a few minutes before Miss Granger would come again, her breathing was shallow and erratic, her voice high pitched and anguished. She looked so damn enticing, unwilling, fighting her own arousal, filled with shame and desperation.

She kept shaking her head in protest as if she could just deny her own pleasure and arousal, and make it go away. Her struggle to not enjoy herself would make it all the more fun to push her over the edge, there was nothing like the sweet sound of a shame-filled, agonised moan of pleasure. He didn't have to use Legilimency to know she despised to have her ass fucked, and that's how he liked it. He made sure to keep a steady rhythm as he kept pumping the vibrating toy in and out of her.

As she kept moving her head from one side to the other, Severus noted that all his love bites were on the right side of o Miss Granger's neck. Well, of course they were, he placed them in a carefully chosen pattern. All four of them, to be precise. Yet, as he kept watching her, there was something about the sight of the unmarked skin on the left side of her neck that just didn't sit well with him. It didn't look right. It was begging to be branded, it needed his mark.

Miss Parkinson didn't need his help this time to push he struggling Gryffindor over the edge, but Severus didn't care. Her neck was like a magnet that drew him in, and he was saw no reason to resist the compulsion. He locked his lips on her unmarred skin and started to suck.

HHHHH

Hermione tugged on her restraints, desperate to pull free. She really, really didn't want to come again, but she wasn't sure how long she could fight it. Suddenly Professor Snape started sucking on her neck again, and she couldn't contain a loud moan, her skin came alive with sensation under his lips, the caress of the hot air as he exhaled, the was his hair tickled her neck. It made her stomach flutter in excitement, a delicious shiver ran down from her spine right to her core, where it turned into a hot pool of liquid arousal.

Pansy kept licking her clit with a powerful rhythm that left her wishing for more, left her burning with need and want, her inside trembling with a prickling sensation of wanting to be filled. Lick, Lick, lick, pleasure surged through her, radiating from her clit in intense waves. It was hot, wet, wonderful and oh so wrong. Again and again as her tongue rubbed against her nub, pleasure washed through her, pooling concentrating, growing stronger at the deepest point of her pussy.

The deep, unsettling, humiliating, tingling, unwanted yet pleasant sensation of the vibrator inside her made it worse. The rumbling was spreading through her entire nether region with a promising sweet sensation. It was all wrong, so very wrong, the horrible fullness, the repeated vile sensation of her rectum being penetrated, the dehumanising way the two Slytherins were playing with her. The terrible physical sensations, her fear, humiliation and helplessness all got mixed up in the pleasure rising inside her, in one marvellous, appalling, magnificent, disturbing, brilliant, heinous, amazing, depraved feeling.

The tension deep inside her kept rising, the pool of pleasure growling, fed by the relentless waves of hot sensation radiating from her clit, by the numb, prickling, fluttering excitement trickling down from her neck along her spine, by the deep, unwanted, alien rumbling inside. The muscles inside her kept pulling tighter and tighter, as the tension rose from the depth of her pussy towards the surface with a tantalising, promising, trembling surge. When it reached her entrance, the tension broke and she came.

Her orgasm rippled through her in intense waves, her entire body tensing up and relaxing as her core kept contracting, clenching down around the terrible grith of the despised toy inside her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her as Professor Snape and Pansy kept licking, sucking, pleasuring, simulating, tormenting, raping her.

SSSSS

Severus nearly spilled himself at as the desperate, aroused moans of orgasm were torn from Miss Granger's throat, filled with pleasure and humiliation, the perfect mixture. The power rush made his head swim and urged him to suck harder on her delicate skin.

"What a wonderful little sextoy," he whispered in her ear, and watched in amusement as heat rose in her cheeks. "That's a good girl, show us how much you love being used."

HHHHH

Hermione hated how the abhorrent sensation of the vibrator raping her anus melted together with the intense pleasure of her orgasm. Her muscles kept tightening around the toy with humiliating bliss.

Slowly she came down from her height, her face burning with shame at her reaction; she wanted to sink through the floor in embarrassment from how the two Slytherins could force her body to betray her. Pansy sat back on her heels, grinning up at Hermione.

She felt as Professor Snape allowed the toy to slide out of her rectum. Hermione let out a shuddering breath, relived as her muscles could relax.

"That was delicious," Pansy said licking her lips. It made Hermione's muscles clench in response, she bit her lip to stop herself from making a sound.

SSSSS

As Severus pulled the vibrator out of Miss Granger's ass, her little puckered hole twitched, winking at him. It was hot as fuck; he could hardly wait to accept the invitation. The young girl was simply made to be tormented.

Severus cast a cleaning spell on the toy before returning it to his drawer. Stepping up behind his tied up pupil, he caressed her buttock gently and lovingly. "I hope your curiosity isn't satiated yet, Miss Granger, because it's time for you to find out what it feels like to be fucked in the ass by a monster cock," he whispered. He was rewarded by the most arousing little whimper.

HHHHH

"Please… please sir, don't do this. Please… no more."

"No need to worry, Miss Granger, I have no doubt in your ability to rise to the challenge, I will make sure of it," he chuckled.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat in fear as she heard Professor Snape unbuttoning his trousers. He muttered a lubrication spell, and she felt her rectum pool with the familiar cold, wet sensation. Hermione's heart was beating in her throat with fear as she started tugging at her restraints wildly, pouring all her strength into trying to free herself. Her entire body was trembling with the need to get away, to stop the horror from happening. She was desperate to pull her hand free, to protect herself, to push her teacher away, she needed to move. She had to.

"No, no, no, gods no, please Professor, please don't DO THIS, PLEASE STOP!"

"And waste all the preparations we have done? I think not, Miss Granger," he said, positioning his hard length between her netherlips. "If it makes you feel better, perhaps you should consider this as a lesson in being a good little sexdoll," he whispered in her ear, sliding his penis back and forth between her lips, rubbing himself against her clit.

"Please… please don't do this. Please Professor… please…"

SSSSS

Severus was having the time of his life, drinking up Miss Granger's fear, her entire body was vibrating with it, with the tension of horrified anticipation. Delicious. He kept thrusting against her, deliberately sliding his cock along her clit. There was something exquisite about the unique combination of her arousal and fear. He ground his hips into her as a promise of what he was about to do, it made her beg and plead oh so arousingly. Such a wonderful, responsive little plaything.

He kept up with the motion until her voice became breathy and high-pitched. Given how terrified she was, it took a surprisingly sort time before he felt her twat becoming wet with fresh, hot arousal. Yesss, just the way he loved it.

HHHHH

Hermione's heart was beating fanatically as the potions master continued to coat his hard length in her wetness. Professor Snape made a point of rubbing himself against her nub, igniting a slow, low burning pleasure inside her again. It made her core pulse gently with a warm, yearning, prickling feeling. However, with every thrust she expected him to try to force his way inside her back there, her heart skipping a beat in fear as he pulled back. The a warm pleasant tingling of arousal was mixed together with her fear and she hated it. Hermione tried to fight her body's responses, but she couldn't help making a half-strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and whimper.

It earned her an amused chuckle. "You do enjoy learning new things, don't you, little girl? Time to master the art having your asshole used and filled," Professor Snape said, positioning the head of his penis against her anus.

Hermione has never been so desperate in her life as when she felt the massive grith of her professor's penis pressing against her. Her limbs jerked against her bonds, adrenaline pulsing through her, trying to escape, trying to get away. It was in wain, the ropes held her tightly in place, there was nowhere for her to move, and she could do nothing but scream in desperation as she felt Professor Snape increase the pressure against her back hole, trying to force his way in.