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The Slut-Who-Lived and The Philosopher's Stone	By : g0tik4 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 80944 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters. Jk Rowling does and her mind is not as perverted as mine. I don't gain anything by writing this story except for the pleasure of people reading it.

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Here it is, chapter 1, hope you'll like it. Warnings: mentions of sex between a child and older men.
No lemons in this one though, you'll have to wait for next chapter. Next chapter will have Hagrid/Rose smut so be prepared.

Chapter 1

Four years had passed since that day when Mr Moore had first invited her into his home. That first time she had been so naïve but she had learned a lot since then. She had learned that a penis – also called 'cock' or 'dick' – became hard when excited and the spurting white stuff was sperm, which happened during an orgasm. She had also learned that she could have orgasms too when her pussy was stroked and caressed, thanks to a little skin button called 'clitoris'. The first time she had an orgasm, she had screamed in pleasure, completely surprised and overwhelmed, but also very content. She liked when Mr Moore touched her pussy and made her come. Or any other man really. She wasn't picky.

She had come back every day since that first day, pleasuring Mr Moore in exchange for food and other gifts. A lot of the time there were other men there too, who liked to touch her, making her come and when she used her mouth on them. When she turned nine Mr Moore had also started to use lube on her pussy to insert things in it. First his fingers – he had started first with one and then, the more she got used to the intrusion without hurting, he had continued with two, three, four and then all five. He liked to make her come with the other hand while thrusting his fingers in and out of her, so she had a lot of fun letting him touch her. After the fingers, it was time for dildos of different length and thickness. Often he would ask her to keep it inside her for long periods of time and she would touch herself a lot to get some form of release.

At school, some older guys – from 11 to 13 - had started to give her money and gifts in exchange for watching her masturbating and fucking herself with the dildos that Mr Moore made her wear. They liked her mouth on them too or her hand or both and when she had started to grow boobs a little they had liked to touch them too.

She had also started to get pubic hair and under her armpits but Mr Moore had shaved her when he noticed because he said he and his friends didn't like her with hair in her body.

When she turned ten Mr Moore had also started to fuck her, before offering her to his friends to do the same. The first time it had hurt a lot but Mr Moore had been gentle and touched her clit to make her come various times.

Since that first time it had become easier and she had quickly grew to love the feeling of a hard, warm cock thrusting inside her.

She had developed quite a reputation in her neighbour but that only help attract more men to her. They knew that as long as they gave her something in return, she was more than happy to let them fuck her or pleasure them as many times as they wanted.

The last few months, Mr Moore had started the same process with her anus, first stretching her with his fingers and then with a butt plug that she had to wear night and day for days on end. Then just a few weeks back he had fucked her in the arse for the first time while fingering her pussy. It had been painful at first but Mr Moore had gone slow and had used a lot of lube to make the penetration easier. And of course, he had made her come many times.

Mr Moore had also insisted since just after a week that she had started visiting him that she stopped wearing knickers when she came to his house and she often didn't wear knickers even when at school or doing her chores. At school because there were a lot of people there who liked seeing her naked pussy. And at home because uncle Vernon liked to watch her doing her chores while wearing very short dresses and no knickers. She gave him blowjobs every time he asked and in the last few months he had started to fuck her too when her aunt wasn't in the mood. As long as she did what he asked, he stayed happy and treated her well. He had also invited some co-workers five evenings for dinner who had liked to fuck her too and in exchange they gave her dresses and toys and other nice things.

Life for Rose was good. She had started to buy things for herself with the money they gave her - books especially because she loved to read – without being punished for it.

The biggest change had been that, since she was seven, she had stopped sleeping in a cupboard. Instead, she had a real room now, just for her, with a wardrobe, a desk and a bed.

The only thing that continued to disrupt her routine was the strange things that had continued to happen around her during the years but she was no longer punished for it. Aunt Petunia still hated her but Uncle Vernon had a tight leash on her and so, she was forced to be nice to her and gave her three meals a day. She ate with the family now, all together at the same table. Vernon liked to start every meal with a blowjob so she often had come-taste in her mouth every time she ate but it could have been worse. At least she was eating regularly now.

Her figure had changed a lot thanks to that. She had always been thin but now she didn't look starved anymore, just athletic and toned, with a light tan. She was five feet two, not really tall but okay for her age and still growing.

She had also found out that she could do something – another strange thing she could do – that allowed her to change her appearance. She had used it to fix the flaws in her appearance, like her hair always in disarray or the strange scar on her forehead that she had made disappear like with foundation but better. She was very pretty though – with her bright green eyes, raven dark hair and flawless fair skin –, she knew that, so she didn't need to do much. The only thing she did to really change her appearance was to make her boobs bigger. She had started puberty when she was 9 so her boobs had taken time to develop. In the mean time she had given herself a 26F cup because she knew that men liked to touch her boobs and play with her nipples so if there were bigger it was better. Of course she did this over time so not raise suspicion with anyone. Now she didn't need to anymore, having reached a 26GG cup.

That gave her also the opportunity to visit some lingerie stores, to buy some sexy lingerie. Bras, g-strings, baby dolls, garter belts and corsets, all in different colours and all in lace. She had spent a lot of money on it but it had been worth it.

The day that disrupted her life and turned it upside down began with a letter, a letter in yellow parchment and green ink addressed to her, with a strange coat of arms as a stamp. It had a big letter 'H' in the centre and around there were four animals, a snake, a lion, a badger and a raven.

Rose had no idea what it was but as soon as her uncle and her aunt found out, they started to act very strangely. They were angry and scared and Rose didn't know why. When the first letter remained unopened, more started to arrive, first two, then three and then an avalanche of it from the chimney. After that uncle Vernon started to move them from one place to another, hoping the letters wouldn't found them but somehow they always did. Rose had lost count of how many times she had to use sex to calm down uncle Vernon. He looked so scary when angry and somehow she knew that he was angry at her though she didn't know why. He was more aggressive than usual while thrusting his cock in her mouth and pussy but fortunately he seemed to calm down once he had reached orgasm. He had never hit her after the first time she sucked his cock and he wasn't hitting her now, venting his frustration with rough sex and using her body like a doll. Rose wasn't exactly happy with it but she knew that that was what she needed to do to survive. At least he had let her come sometimes, once his ire had been placated, so she wasn't exactly unhappy either.

The day that they finally stopped running it was the day before her eleventh birthday. They had hidden themselves away in a broken-down house in the middle of a storm whose inside was horrible and cold. Petunia and Vernon took one room, Dudley the other and she got the sofa with an old blanket. At least it was warm. Vernon fucked her one more time before going to bed.

All was silent then, beside the noises of the storm raging outside. It was almost midnight and she was drawing a birthday cake on the dirty ground while waiting for midnight to struck and wished herself an happy birthday.

When both hands of the clock reached midnight, she blew on the dirt and made a wish. At soon as she did she heard a tremendous noise coming from the door, like someone was trying to force his way inside by breaking the door down. A few seconds later the door was off its hinges on the floor and on the threshold stood the biggest man Rose had ever seen.
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