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For the Profit of The Slytherin	By : JayDee Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 105672 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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For the Profit of The Slytherin

By JD joandoe@gmail.com

Description: Ravenclaw girls Luna Lovegood and Cho Chang are raped and impregnated for pleasure and profit by Slytherin Draco Malfoy and his allies.

Content Codes: M+/F+, f/f (all 16 or 17yrs old), first, rape, nc, anal, oral, f-solo, ws, rimming, impreg, preg, viol.

Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don’t own any of JK Rowling’s characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.

Additional Credit: This story follows my previous story ‘For the Honour of The Slytherin’,. That story was to be a one-off until HONG SZE JUN persuaded me to write a story featuring Lovegood and Chang. You don’t need to have read that to read this, but if you enjoy this you’ll likely enjoy that!

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Almost six long months had passed since Hermione Granger’s 16th Birthday. Six months in the mostly dusty stone storeroom. Her gaze was vacant, and her brown hair matted and filthy. The studded metal collar chafed her throat, and the chain that attached it to the wall seemed heavier than its small links should be. Her skin was smeared with dust and dried semen. Crabbe and Goyle, two of her captors, scrubbed her once a month. She slept on an unclean mattress beneath dirty sackcloth. They fed her slops and water, and made her use a bucket for her waste.

The incredibly intelligent 16 year old had been raped hard and heavily during the first week of her captivity, and her spirit was ground away to almost nothing. She was missing most of her teeth and her nose had re-healed in a different shape over the six months. The fresh bruises she wore were from Draco Malfoy’s occasional visits. The sight of her disgusted him, and he came to beat her. His teenage sexual needs were taken care of by eager his girlfriend, Pansy, and, all he wanted from Hermione was hear her whimper and weep.

There was no magic in that small storeroom, for it was created magically inert as a safe place to store dangerously unstable magic materials. Like muggles’ nuclear waste, generations of wizards past had piled boxes in and then forgotten about them. In that first week, Hermione had fought her trauma and tried to grab some of them, to use as weapons. Even with all magic suppressed, she might use something from the boxes as a cudgel. Her five captors had overpowered her, and entertained themselves by forcing some of the smaller items into her sore ass and cunt. After that diversion had waned they moved all of the boxes beyond the reach of Hermione’s chain.

On the first day of her capture, Goyle had suggested that it might be fun to kill Hermione. Draco had briefly entertained the idea himself, but then had shot it down for stupid and unworkable idea it was. A body would just get itself found, he said. The original plan was to give Hermione a second potion that would remove all trace of Slytherin involvement in her capture, and change the biological evidence staining her body to implicate Gryffindor boys. It was Professor Snape’s plan, and he saw it as a good way to teach Draco of the required cunning and ruthlessness of the Slytherin House.

Somehow, it didn’t happen. Hermione had been left alone and naked on the piss-drenched rug in the storeroom. First though, they bound her hand and foot with the scraps of her torn uniform, and left her with that tastelessly coloured Gryffindor tie shoved into her well-raped sperm-oozing snatch. Days passed then weeks, with the five boys repeatedly raping her while she was chained on her mattress. After the first two months, only Goyle and Crabbe still bothered regularly, while Warrington and Montague came only in the days after they had scrubbed her clean for the month.

Draco was distracted with other matters. Hermione’s sudden disappearance on her birthday had been put down to Voldemort and his evil allies. Professor Snape, despite his anger at Draco changing the plan, found he admired the ruthlessness of Draco’s policy towards the teen witch. He helped fabricate additional evidence of Voldemort’s involvement, and then turned his talents towards nurturing other bright students to fill Hermione’s place in the war against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

After three months Hermione was obviously pregnant. As three months rolled on to six her belly swelled out roundly, larger than any of the boys would have expected. Warrington correctly deduced that she was carrying twins. Draco swallowed his disgust and used her breasts for a quick titwank, enjoying the softening flesh as they slowly filled with milk. Hermione knelt on her mattress with her hands slack and bruised eyes blank as he pressed her mounds together around his long thick shaft and pumped in the valley.

There was nothing quite like having an utterly broken teenage girl kneeling for his use. Draco pulled his shaft away from Hermione’s tits in time to spray his seed over her great pregnant belly. The heavy streaks of jism slid down the girl’s pale stretched skin towards the mattress. Then he left her kneeling, and went to see Snape.

"We need a mess-free potion to get rid of the mudblood’s baby. Goyle suggested punching her hard in the stomach while shouting some nonsense about falcons, but there’s too much risk of killing her. I’ve had to tell the others to only fuck her mouth, arse or tits as well because otherwise those fat bastards would be beating the baby to death each time they stuffed her gash."

Snape looked down his nose at Malfoy, and brushed the greasy hair away from his face. It was the first he had heard about Granger’s pregnancy, but he was hardly surprised. He imagined that if one of the boys had picked up something nasty from a gutter slut like Pansy Parkinson, they must all have it now from sharing Hermione. He steepled his fingers before his face and said quietly,

"There is another option. There exists a market for healthy newborn wizard babies. I can, for a commission, arrange the sale of Miss Granger’s bastards. This would earn you and your friends considerable profit. It would also be something to make your own father proud, as he dabbled in that market before."

It did not take Draco long to decide he liked the idea a great deal indeed. Raping and breaking Hermione had been the greatest triumph of his sixteen years of life, but turning her into a breeding slut and making money off her mudblood arse bought the plan up to a whole new level. He imagined the money to be made, every nine months, and shared between him and the other five. His family had a lot of money, but his father could be tight with it when Draco failed to impress him. He thanked Professor Snape, who snidely remarked that he would discuss the matter again in three months, and left to organise a meeting with his co-captors.

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They met in the storeroom. The room’s nature meant it could not even by spied on by magical means, which had greatly aided in keeping Hermione’s captivity secret from those who would rescue her. The five 16-year-old boys had all changed in the preceding months. Teenage growing spurts. They were taller – in Montague’s case he was now the tallest and most muscular of all of them. Goyle had passed 300 pounds in weight while Crabbe was close to it, and their casual cruelty had seemingly grown with their stupidity. The dark-haired Slytherin Quidditch team chaser, Warrington, was still the shortest of the lot but had filled out to a more athletic frame.

Hermione’s swollen belly swung beneath her as Crabbe pushed roughly into her arsehole. The discomfort had lessened over the months, but her dull-eyed face still twisted as the fat boy pumped his cock into her rectum. His hands left fresh red marks on her hips as he ground into her, while Draco laid out Snape’s idea. If Hermione understood their intent to sell her children, and then impregnate her again, she made no sign. Her conscious intelligent mind was elsewhere, deep inside.

They all liked the idea. Crabbe found it added to his arousal to think of Granger as a breeding slut, and came quicker than he had in months. His fat belly rested on her dirt-smeared teen buttocks as he pumped his semen into her bowel, and then withdrew. When he pushed his softening shaft into Hermione’s face she licked it clean without protest.

"This idea of yours and Snape’s is brilliant, Draco," said Montague, "but I think we need to take it to the logical conclusion. There is room enough in here for much than just the mudblood. Every time I see Loony Lovegood swanning around I think about how she needs a cock up her arse. That little blonde slice of fuckmeat would make prettier little babies than Hermione, and we’d get a better price."

Draco nodded as Montague spoke. The red-haired Slytherin Quidditch Captain had hit on a brilliant idea. The young Malfoy was immediately jealous he hadn’t thought of it himself. Luna’s unconventional beauty and waist-length dirty blonde hair made her well worth a good, hard, fuck. The stupid cow’s silvery eyes would show fear well, though her permanently dazed expression would probably only be accentuated by a brutal gangrape.

"It’ll teach her father a lesson, too, when the bitch goes missing. Teach that snivelling worm to put nasty stuff about my father in his paper! We should definitely give that Ravenclaw whore a good hard fucking. She’s such a loner, she gets bullied and her stuff stolen people will think she just ran away."

"Well," Warrington interjected, "if we’re looking for babies that will sell for a high price why don’t we just grab the prettiest girl in school?"

Draco looked annoyed, but Warrington continued, "I mean, after Draco’s girlfriend Pansy. What I’m saying is, we should have a Cho Chang Gang Bang. I’m sick of her thinking she’s the best at Quidditch in the school. Look how many pegs we took Granger down, well, Cho needs to be dragged down even further into the gutter."

The argument continued for a while. Goyle took a turn on Hermione’s arse, but managed to pull out in time to get up front and spray her face. He thrust into her mostly toothless mouth as she cleaned him off too, while his seed dribbled down her dirty features. It was almost a month since she last washed. Goyle and Crabbe supported Warrington’s suggestion of Cho. They both enjoyed images of the Asian beauty crushed between their obese frames as they stuffed her.

Draco supported Montague; he thought it would be easier to carry out Luna Lovegood’s kidnapping – he doubted most people would even notice her disappear, unlike the popular Cho Chang. Still, her entourage of Ravenclaw girlfriends didn’t always surround her, and the idea of raping Potter’s ex appealed to him. Cho Chang deserved to see what she’d been missing. The decision was too hard, so Draco declared,

"We’ll just take both of them."

Four voices raised in sudden cheers and whoops of delight, as Draco laid out his newly formed plan…

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Ginny Weasley ran down the corridor, closely followed by Luna and Cho. The little redhead had found the girls near the Ravenclaw common room, and pleaded with them to follow her. She had news of Hermione, she said, and only they could help.

"In there," she cried, pointing at the closed door of a storeroom, "It can only be opened by Ravenclaws…"

Cho took the lead, bursting into the room. Luna set her jaw and followed. They both came up short at the sight of Hermione Granger. Black marker pen had been used to write degrading insults all over her chest – ‘slut’, ‘whore’, ‘mudblood’ – and her near-toothless jaw hung slack. They both noticed the despairing hopelessness of her eyes as the door closed behind them. The room’s magically inert nature meant the Polyjuice potion wore off and Ginny became Warrington again.

"It was support to be Ron Wealey’s hair for the potion, you bloody cretin Goyle!" he shouted angrily.

Goyle chuckled dirtily in response as he wrapped a meaty arm around Cho Chang’s throat from behind. Her surprise turned to fear as she felt his huge hard cock pressing into her back through the thin fabric of her Hogwarts uniform. He, like the other boys in the room, was naked but for his shoes, socks and school tie. The meaty arm pressing into her throat choked off Cho’s protests, and Goyle actually lifted her off the ground. She caught him a nasty kick to the shin and he howled.

Crabbe stepped in and smashed his fist into Cho’s ribs with a sickening crunch. He was very strong, for all his flab, and it hurt like hell. The young Asian girl felt the air forced up her constricted throat as she tried to shield herself from a further punch. Tears ran down the smooth skin of her beautiful face as her struggles weakened. The two fat boys hustled her over to the newest addition to the room, a fresh and clean rug.

Cho Chang was 17 years old and no longer a virgin, but for all her beauty she was not experienced. The brief glance at Hermione had told her instantly which fate awaited her, and she resolved after the first punch to take everything as passively as she could and maybe earn a chance to escape. It felt like that bastard, Crabbe, had broken some of her ribs. She groaned painfully as Goyle’s arm shifted from her throat, and drew air back into her winded bodt.

At the same time as Cho had been grabbed, Luna had been faced with Draco and Montague. The danger was apparent, and she pulled her wand out. She felt a moment’s elation that the boys clearly didn’t hold theirs, but each spell she tried failed. Her face changed from surprise to frustration as they laughed at the petite blonde. Montague stepped forward and, with all of the athletic strength in his body, kicked up between Luna’s legs fast as a Forbidden Forest Leaping Adder.

Luna was almost lifted right out of her leather shoes and school socks by the stunning force of the blow to her panties covered pussy, beneath her skirt. The pain exploded from her crotch like a forest fire, burning up her body. Luna’s wand clattered on the dusty stone floor as she folded up around Montague’s muscular leg. As she drew in breath for a glass-shatteringly pitched scream of pure agony, he pulled her face forward to his swollen cock. Loony Luna’s open mouth was just too inviting.

"If I feel you bite then all five of us will give you a good kicking in your cunt. We’ll split you like ripe plums, got it?" warned the Slytherin Quidditch Captain

Luna’s eyes and mind were clouded with pain. One moment, she had been elated to help rescue Hermione from Voldemort’s nefarious clutches. The next, she was despairing in agony as the huge Slytherin boy pulled painfully on her hair and pressed his huge thing against the back of her mouth. The 16-year-old schoolgirl’s innocent face looked even prettier stretched around Montague’s cock, and at first he humped gently, keeping his purple crown on the Ravenclaw girl’s tongue.

Draco flipped the loose skirt around Luna’s arse up as he moved behind her. She wore cute white cotton panties, which seemed a little tight at the top of her thighs. Perhaps she’d had a growing spurt too, he mused, as he tugged them roughly down to her ankles. He could see bruising around her labia; Montague’s kick had been a thing of sadistic beauty, and her dirty blonde pubic hair was too short and soft to cover it. When the rape of Hermione had begun, Luna had yet to turn sixteen years and now she was but three months into her sixteenth year.

Draco grinned idiotically, faced with Luna Lovegood’s virgin slit. He smelled the sweat in the crack of her ass, around her tiny tight rosebud. Luna was bent over in the perfect position for him to tackle either fuck-hole. He poked a probing finger forward into her tight, dry, cunt. She squealed around Montague’s cock as, without warning, he forced it inside her and then through her hymen. Luna felt Draco’s rough fingering in her already sore private place, and new tears slid down her cheeks.

Luna choked loudly as Montague forced his cockhead past the back of her mouth and into her incredibly tight throat. He wondered that she could even eat with the passage so small. The small schoolgirl witch’s body shuddered violently between the two boys as Montague gritted his teeth and pushed his entire length into Luna Lovegood’s face. Montague’s thick cock completely prevented Luna from breathing, and she panicked. She forgot all about Draco’s hands on her privates; everything was concentrated on the painful blockage in her neck.

To Montague, the sheer power he held over Luna Lovegood was even more pleasurable than the incredible sensations of the girl’s throat around his cock. She was genuinely terrified of dying there before him, and he could see it in her wide petrified eyes. She pressed desperately against his thighs, but Luna’s strength was no match for the Slytherin Quidditch captain’s. He simply held himself in her throat, and watched as Draco pulled a hymen-blood stained finger from Luna’s bruised snatch and stood behind her.

She was a lovely, kindly girl. Sometimes appearing confused and often confusing. She didn’t deserve to have her virginity taken by Draco Malfoy. The boy pressed his swollen cockhead into her snatch hard, and she was still far too dry for it. Despite the pain in her throat and the burning in her lungs, she felt the sharp stab of pain as he entered her. Luna’s blonde hair felt soft in Draco’s hands as he took two handfuls and used them for leverage, while he sank more of his long thick shaft into the virginal 16-year-old.

Montague tugged his cock free from her mouth, and she drew a terrible breath. The air seemed to rasp in her lungs, and then Luna Lovegood screamed like a banshee. Montague came then, choking off Luna’s cry with a thick wad of spunk that fired deep into the back of her mouth. Draco pulled harder on her hair as he raped her cunt, while Luna could only cough and choke. Montague fired more of his sperm across her tight school uniform, and the Ravenclaw badge she wore. There was going to be more than enough chance to knock the bitch up, so he could have fun splashing sperm on her pretty face.

Draco changed his grip while Luna cried hysterically. He released her hair and pushed his hands up under her grey sweater to rip her blouse apart. He groaned into Luna’s ear as his hands closed on her small breasts, and fucked her even harder. She was very tight, but too dry. Montague took to tugging off her uniform as Draco continued to rape her, until she was naked but for her skirt and white ankle socks. The pain in her cunt had not lessened and she was still crying out her suffering. Draco thought there were cries of pleasure mixed in, and jabbed harder to hurt her instead.

Luna’s nipples seemed swollen between Draco’s fingers, but that was only because he pinched and tugged on them while shafting her tight teen twat. He looked down and saw his swollen cock stained with Luna’s virgin blood and the beginnings of forced arousal, and then thrust back up into Luna. He could feel his orgasm coming close. Draco Malfoy forced Luna Lovegood’s head back until his lips were near her ear, and then said,

"Ravenclaw whore… Ravenwhore… I’m going to spray inside you. You’ll have the honour of carrying a Malfoy in your womb."

Although she was naturally scatterbrained, Luna had seen Hermione’s obvious pregnancy, and she understood what Draco meant for her. Even if she somehow pulled away, the hulking athletic body of Montague was before her. He slowly jerked his sticky semi-soft shaft as Draco sped up Luna Lovegood’s rape until her cries were one long scream of pain. Draco stiffened suddenly and held Luna’s petite teen body to him as he came in her. He imagined his sperm swimming already into her defenceless womb.

Draco groaned with pleasure, before shoving the weeping schoolgirl back to Montague. Luna Lovegood slipped from his shaft, dripping down onto the dusty stone floor. Her stained skirt dropped back around her waist for a moment, and then Draco yanked it down past her knees, leaving her dressed only in her ankle socks. As Montague’s strong arms closed around her body, Malfoy thought how fragile and helpless Luna was. He smiled, and turned to see how the other three had been getting on with Cho Chang.

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After Crabbe cracked Cho’s ribs, Goyle had dragged her down to the floor. She felt the rough rug under her back as Goyle forced a bad-breathed kiss onto her mouth. She felt like retching as his slimy fat tongue pushed into her mouth, while he snaked a hand up under her uniform. She could just see about see past her assailant to where Warrington left the key in the door. The boy had started to strip off. Crabbe knelt at her feet and tugged off her shiny school shoes, before peeling down her socks.

"We could use the socks to gag her screams," he suggested.

Warrington shook his head from by the door, "No bloody need! Nobody can hear anything outside this room and, anyway, we like the screams. Listen to Lovegood’s!"

Cho felt fat hands under her skirt, fingers in the bands of her black panties. She wished she’d worn plain and felt embarrassed as Crabbe tugged them down and off her long athletic legs. Her embarrassment deepened as the fat boy raised them to his face and sniffed the crotch. The intoxicating scent of 17-year-old pussy was indelibly imprinted on the fabric. Cho lay as passive as possible, each fresh cry from Luna strengthened her resolve to co-operate and avoid being hurt. Even so, she flinched when Goyle’s stubby fingers slid against her hairy Chinese cunt.

"Move your hand so I can get her skirt, blouse an that off. I want to see her yellow tits!"

Wizards generally let the muggles get on with being racist, and concentrated on arguments of purity of blood – but the boys knew that racial taunts could be effectively degrading, and two of them were especially stupid. Cho had heard taunts from muggles before, but it seemed worse to hear them from Wizards. She tried not to listen.

Goyle reluctantly ended his rough kissing, and tugged up Cho’s school jumper. Her blouse tore away as easy as Luna’s had, and in moments her bra was off too. Cho Chang was completely naked. Warrington made a crude joke about how he thought her "Chinky hole" would be sideways. Cho knew she was completely un-aroused, and that her inevitable rape would hurt a lot more if she were dry. She doubted any of the three knew about foreplay.

"I’m going first," announced Warrington. That led to an immediate argument, and Cho was semi-forgotten on the floor as they debated who was going to rape her first. ‘Thanks for idiots,’ she thought. Cho slid an experienced hand down to her pussy and began to rub. She thought about all of the things that turned her on most – Harry’s smile, sex with a chance of being caught, being touched intimately by a sensitive lover – and felt her snatch begin to loosen and juice up. Even viewing Luna’s rough treatment helped, as Cho considered how the younger girl’s long blonde hair and pretty but dazed expression had sometimes earned her attention that Cho thought was hers.

The argument was resolved. They were all going to have her at the same time, and for all the lubrication in Cho’s pussy, it was going to hurt her tight little still-virgin ass like all the pain in the world. She hadn’t even considered they would commit such an act. Cho’s mother had told her that only the filthiest of whores allowed themselves to be penetrated anally, and only the most animal-like of men would even want to. Her fingers froze on her pussy as she overheard the boy’s agreement, and the realisation sank in.

"Hey! The chinky whore is playing with herself! What a dirty little cow."

Warrington pulled Cho’s hand away from her crotch, and made her lick her own juices from her fingers. Crabbe lay down beside her on the rug. He was going to rape her pussy, Goyle her arse and Warrington her mouth. Fresh pain exploded in Cho’s cracked ribs as she was pulled unresisting onto Crabbe. The sixteen-year-old boys, all of them at least twelve months her junior, pushed her legs to either side of the fattest boy of them all. Cho’s pussy was stretched open as her legs were spread and her knees pressed into the rug. Crabbe lifted her without ceremony, fat fingers on her hips, and impaled her hard with his cock.

Cho Chang screamed as the raping cock stretched her teenage pussy widely. She was penetrated more deeply than ever before, and Crabbe was only partly inside her. Her overweight rapist bucked his hips to stuff her even deeper. He had the prettiest girl in school helplessly forced to ride him, while Goyle got in behind her and pushed her down hard. Cho screamed again as her relatively small body was pressed between the combined mass of Crabbe and Goyle, then screamed yet again as Goyle poked her anus with his cock.

"Please don’t!" she cried, "I’ll do anything!"

"You’ll do everything!" Warrington replied, before pressing his cock into Cho’s mouth.

The pain in her partially juiced up pussy faded into insignificance as Goyle began his dry anal rape of her virgin ass. It seemed to Cho as if a red-hot poker was being forced inside her. She felt inner membranes tear, while it seemed little more than a miracle that her sphincter wasn’t split utterly by the violation. The two boys’ cocks pressed together through the thin wall of flesh separating Cho Chang’s pussy from her arse, and each seemed to make the holes tighter for the other.

Tears ran freely down Cho’s cheeks as her tight teenage body was forced ungently to accept the thick long shafts of three rapists, two stuffed into her crotch and ass, one inside her throat. Warrington pulled hard on Cho’s silky black hair as he started to fuck into her throat. He had his knees bent to adjust for the way Cho’s body was crushed between Crabbe and Goyle, but it was worth to effort to see Cho Chang’s tear-stained Chinese face split by his fat white cock. Cho beat her fists on the rug to either side of Crabbe, too afraid of retribution to try to hit any of the boys.

As soon as they had her fully penetrated, Goyle began to fuck her arse as hard and brutally as he could. The punishing thrusts moved her satisfyingly on Crabbe’s cock, while Warrington luxuriated in the sense of power he held over the Chinese teenager, and the tight wet warmth of her throat and mouth. Cho Chang hoped for the nightmare suffering to end, but the pain did not dull and Goyle’s thrusts seemed more brutal with each passing moment. She thought that having a spiny cactus forced into her arse would be more enjoyable.

Warrington wanted to hold his cock fully in Cho’s throat for long enough to really make her choke, but Cho’s Body was bouncing too roughly between Crabbe and Goyle for him to get the angle right. He satisfied himself with her mouth where he had too.

"I’m going to come in your slitty eyes Chang! If you don’t hold them open we’ll nail them open! We can use your body just as hard when you’re blind, bitch You might like it – then you won’t have to watch what we do to your friend!"

He held her head as still as possible while jerking his saliva coated shaft. Warrington groaned softly as his cock spat semen into Cho Chang’s red tear-wet eyes. It dribbled freely down her cheeks. As the last blast splattered into her mouth, she cried out her pain. Goyle pulled back hard on her hair as he came, and Cho’s body was bent painfully back under his impressive strength. He pumped her sore and bleeding arse full of his potent teenage seed, but it was Crabbe cumming into her pussy, shooting towards her unprotected womb, that sealed her fate as the Slytherin boy’s newest breeding slut.

After they came, both boys lay panting for long minutes, with Cho’s petite body trapped between them. Her firm teen breasts pressed into the sweaty downy hair on Crabbe’s chest, while both boys stayed inside her with their semi-hard cocks. Bloodstained sperm leaked pinkly around each boy’s shaft, and dribbled downwards. The room grew silent but for the panting of victorious teenage boys, and the pained weeping of two raped teenage girls. Hermione remained near catatonic, unresponsive even to the most heart-rending cries of suffering.

Luna lay on her back, one hand cupping her bruised pussy and the other across her eyes as she cried. Draco realised she was talking nonsense language; the brutal rape had already further unhinged Luna Lovegood’s fragile grip on reality. Montague was ready for another go after earlier spraying across her face, and so he pressed her ankles up to either side of her head. The sixteen-year-old girl moved her hand to see what was happening, and then Montague was inside her. Draco Malfoy had raped her first, but Montague was no stranger to sloppy seconds and relished the mixture of sperm, blood and pussy juice that allowed him to rape Luna in smooth, strong strokes.

Luna grunted in time with the Slytherin boy’s thrusts. Her blonde hair was haloed around her head, and her toes kicked it each time Montague thrust deeply inside her. Half an hour previously she had been a virginal teenager with a bright future as a witch ahead of her. Now she was just breeding meat, to be impregnated every nine months for the profit of her captors and raped regularly in between for their pleasure.

Draco left the pair to it, and walked over to where Crabbe and Goyle were finally disentangling themselves from Cho Chang. He gripped her hair close to the scalp, and pulled her face back to his ass.

"Lick my arsehole, Chang. Get your tongue into my ring and kiss it like you were kissing Potter."

Cho Chang was still helpless, with no choice but to obey. She felt ill as she rimmed Draco Malfoy, licking the younger boy’s arse and pleasuring the nerve endings around his puckered anus. Some of the sperm on her face dribbled down onto her breasts. After making Cho Chang service his ass for a few minutes, Draco pushed her down to the rug on her hands and knees. He slid quickly into her pussy with his freshly hard erection, and raped her slowly in doggy position.

"Face on the floor, Chang. Don’t hold your head up high like you mean something." Cho wept and obeyed, pressing the side of her face into the sticky rug as Draco pounded her cunt.

The degradations continued. Cho Chang and Luna Lovegood were raped orally, vaginally and anally for as long as the five boys could keep it up. They were fucked in every position the boys could think of, some of which had been perfected on Hermione in the preceding six months. Luna Lovegood’s babbling grew stranger and stranger until she constantly recited nursery rhymes unless she was hurt particularly hard. Her voice grew hoarse, but still she continued. Her mind was destroyed by the trauma.

It was different for her seventeen-year-old Chinese Ravenclaw housemate. Cho Chang’s mental strength kept her from Hermione’s silent catatonia and Luna’s insanity, but her lucid thought simply allowed her to suffer each fresh degradation more fiercely. When three of the boys pissed all over Luna, she simply continued reciting ring a ring a roses. When Montague and Warrington made Cho Chang drink every drop of their foul waste as they made crude remarks about her "piss yellow" skin, she felt the humiliation keenly as well as nearly retching from the vile taste.

The Ravenclaw schoolgirls were the Slytherin boys' rape sluts now, and Cho began to lose hope of escape. The mess of sperm and piss over her body made her slippery, and she broke free from Warrington while he took a turn in her sperm leaking arse. She felt the door key in her hand before Crabbe and Goyle were upon her, crushing her weight into the dusty stone of the floor. Draco had Montague kick her in the cunt too, and Cho discovered that she hadn’t yet felt the worst pain available.

Naked and covered in filth, they were chained on mattresses alongside Hermione. When the boys left them, Cho tried talking first to Luna – who simply continued babbling – and also to Hermione, her ignored her utterly. Eventually, tired, sore and hoping for rescue, Cho slept. On that first night, she awoke from a terrible nightmare to find Luna’s face buried between her thighs, as the blonde girl licked her sorely bruised pussy.

The chain to Luna’s collar was long enough that she could reach her companion-captives easily, and it clanked on the stone as she moved her head to lick at new angles. Luna didn’t seem to be aware of her actions, and after a moment’s thought Cho let her continue. The little pleasure it brought was better than the pain she suffered. Luna had a natural, instinctive talent, and as she licked thickly bushed cunt clean of rapists’ sperm she brought her to the first powerful orgasm of the day.

In the following weeks, Cho relied heavily on Luna to give her pleasure between the rapes.

Six months later, and Hermione’s first set of twins had been sold on, and she was almost two months pregnant again. The bellies of Cho and Luna were swollen out, growing each day with the babies of their rapists. Warrington visited Cho most often, always degrading the Chinese girl verbally as he raped her arse again and again, or squeezing her breasts while pumping his seed across her face.

Surely no evil could last forever. Surely some day they would be rescued, and terrible revenge exacted on their captors. But some day might never come.

End.

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