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Revenge Of The Ravenclaw	By : JayDee Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 95701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Revenge Of The Ravenclaw

By JD joandoe@gmail.com

Description: Raped and impregnated by five Slytherin boys, Cho Chang finally takes her violently bloody revenge.

Content Codes: m+/f, mm/m, f-tent/f, rape, ncon, first, inter, magic, snuff, viol, racist & some scat/ws/preg

Disclaimer:

EXTREME GORE / SNUFF / RAPE / CONTENT.

DO NOT, REPEAT, DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THESE THEMES.

I'M FUCKING SERIOUS.

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.

Author’s Note: This story follows my previous stories ‘For the Honour of The Slytherin’ and ‘For The Pleasure Of The Slytherin’.

The petite pale Gryffindor girl, Ginny Weasley was on her knees between hulking brutes Crabbe and Goyle. Draco Malfoy’s heavy balls pressed into her drool drenched chin, while his hard cock buried deep in her gullet cut off her anguished screams of pain and fear. Ginny’s thin small fingers wrapped around the leaking shafts of Warrington and Montague. She was too scared of her brutal molesters to release her stroking grip. She was hurting. They hurt her private places. Blood stained the shafts of the cretinous Slytherin boys rhythmically violating the tightly stretched pussy and arse of the youngest just-legal child of Molly and Arthur Weasley.

She knew what was happening. The Weasleys were too fertile a family to not properly prepare their children for the future with educational talks. Instead of the romantic pleasure of her fantasies though, innocent Ginny suffered a nightmarish violation from five boys, each much stronger than her. This was not sex, or making love. This was rape, brutal and cruel. Ginny Weasley experienced true helpless despair as her eyes met the merciless gaze of Draco Malfoy, while Goyle’s stinking hot breath blew against her hair as he cruelly twisted his cock in her bottom.

Though the pain of Ginny’s recently broken nose was bad, the pain in her rear was the worst. Goyle’s cock penetrated her like a stick, stabbing into her again and again. The tearing agony blotted out the virginity stolen in her dry grotto and over-stretched throat. Draco allowed no respite for the poor schoolgirl to breathe, and so Ginny soon felt her lungs strain. They throbbed painfully behind her breasts as she rocked between her rapists. She was afraid of dying, then, because any boys who would be so cruel as to rape her, would think nothing of killing her also.

Draco felt his balls tighten as he ruthlessly thrust time after time down into Ginny’s throat. Her freckles were surrounded with the purplish red blush of oxygen deprivation. If he did not relent from his strokes, her lips would soon turn blue. Bloody mucus ran from Ginny’s badly broken nose and tears ran from her bloodshot eyes as Draco wrapped Ginny’s thick red hair around his hands for additional leverage. It felt so good. Taking the Weasley slut. Using her. Raping her. He ground his throbbing cock down into Ginny’s throat as he came. He fed his sperm straight down into her stomach. Ginny could feel the cock throbbing in her neck even as her sore throat burned and spasmed around it.

Suddenly her vision was blocked and her eyes stung terribly. Montague had reached his own climax, managing to shoot closely from the side and splash across both of Ginny’s eyes at once. A second stream covered the bridge of her nose, before Warrington added his semen to the sticky barrage. Enjoying the intense pleasure, neither boy noticed as Ginny’s hands slipped from their rods. Draco’s throat blocking cock had finally forced Ginny into unconsciousness. Goyle and Crabbe continued their merciless double-raping of Ginny, oblivious to her state.

"I’ve wanted to do that for such a long while," Draco sighed as he withdrew from the pleasurable sheath of Ginny Weasley’s mouth.

The 16-year-old schoolgirl’s body slumped limply, though with her raw airway cleared she began to breathe again. Crabbe roughly pushed her face to the side from beneath, letting the thick, dripping, mix of semen, blood and drool stain the floor beside him rather than his own fat face. He grunted at the movement on his shaft. It had been a while since he had such a tight little pussy wrapped around his cock, it felt like Yule come early.

Goyle, whose cock had stretched Ginny’s arse beyond undreamed-of limits, reached around to grope Ginny’s breasts through her Hogwarts jumper. The Slytherin had been in such a panicked hurry to violate Ginny’s fresh, virginal, pussy, that they hadn’t even undressed her beforehand. Even the crotch of her white cotton knickers was only pressed aside to expose the lightly ginger-furred pussy she had been saving for her true love, Harry Potter. Goyle pressed his face into Ginny’s sweaty red mane and worked his big cock inside her, probing the Gryffindor girl’s core.

Crabbe didn’t think too much about anything; at that moment his small mind was solely fulfilled with the incredible pleasure of Ginny Weasley’s pussy squeezing his cock. It was growing wetter and looser as he pounded up into it, drawing groans of pleasure from the thuggish teenager’s throat. Crabbe put Ginny’s loosening pussy down to the girl being a slut for his cock. Draco had told him he could have her pussy first as he, Draco, had wanted to look into Ginny’s eyes as he stuffed the Weasley girl’s throat. Crabbe could feel Goyle’s cock moving inside Ginny’s arse, each boy’s shaft causing the other’s chosen fuckhole to be an even tighter fit.

Ginny regained consciousness as her body bounced harder between her rapists. She raised her messy face up just as Goyle started to come, violently jerking his semen into her painfully torn arsehole. He yanked back painfully on Ginny’s hair, almost pulling her from Crabbe’s cock until he grabbed her hips and thrust again. Crabbe exploded seconds later, firing his own sperm up towards Ginny’s womb and successfully impregnating her with his own thick creamy seed. Truly ill fortune; Ginny’s first-ever sexual encounter, and she was left pregnant by the brutal thief of her virginity. Ginny wailed with despair at the hopelessness of her situation and the pain her body was in. She felt physically sick at the vile mixture still dripping down her face.

Draco’s usual contempt for any of the Weasleys was etched in his expression. He flicked the last of the saliva and semen from his shaft towards Ginny’s face, before slipping his satisfied cock back into his school trousers. Goyle grunted as he pulled himself from Ginny’s arse. Her torn rosebud gaped as bloody semen followed the exiting crown. Without waiting for an instruction, he lifted Ginny bodily from Crabbe, and set her to the side. They could see the look of revulsion in Ginny’s eyes break through even her pained despair. Goyle would cherish the memory as he pressed his filth-coated cock between the schoolgirl’s lips, and made her clean him off.

She couldn’t believe it. In all her sixteen years Ginny Weasley had never tasted anything so revolting, so utterly disgusting, as Goyle’s cock at that moment. It was a miracle that she didn’t vomit, for he would have made her eat it all down. Even Crabbe, whose cock tasted mostly of her sweet pussy juices and a little hymen blood, could not remove the taste from her mouth as he followed Goyle between her lips. She gagged and coughed as the last of the five boys slid his cock back into his trousers.

"This is your life now, Weasley. You’re going to live down here in this room with the mudblood, the chink and loonie Luna and pump out babies – in your case really ugly babies – to make us money. Maybe we’ll bring your brothers down here to fuck you, wipe their minds afterwards."

Draco motioned to Crabbe and Goyle again, "Come on, strip the bitch. She won’t ever need those clothes again."

Ginny had struggled when they first grabbed her, but Goyle’s fist in her face had knocked a lot of the fight from the girl. The brutal gang rape had accounted for the rest. She didn’t struggle as Goyle lifted her jumper over her head, and Crabbe ripped her blouse open. Her simple white bra hadn’t protected her skin from rough fingers, and once torn loose Ginny’s pale mounds were visibly marked with bruising. She was crying too hard to speak as the boys tugged free her shoes and socks, and ripped the button from her skirt before yanking it down. Ginny’s head lightly hit the flagstones as the fell backwards, and then her messy knickers were tugged free also, lifting her arse into the air. Goyle breathed deeply, savouring the scent of juice and semen.

They left her proudly worn tie until last, until Ginny Weasley lay naked on the cold flagstones of the magic-suppressing room deep in Hogwarts. Crabbe tugged it over her head, and folded it into a ball, then he crouched down and pushed the fabric into Ginny’s cunt. Even gaping and drenched, the tie did not go easily, and he drew a new scream of pain from the girl until only an inch of fabric emerged between Ginny’s swollen labia.

"See, Weasley," he said, "I shot my muck in you, and the tie will keep it in!"

"Bloody good way to keep an infection in too," muttered Warrington, "Harder to breed them if they’re diseased or dead. Can’t sell the stillborn, neither."

"Good Point," Draco commented, giving Crabbe a withering glare, "Though I know a witch or two with use for a dead baby. Pull it out Weasley,"

Ginny’s fingers shook so much she couldn’t get a grip on the damp tie. She wanted them to leave her alone, or for Harry to arrive and rescue her. As she managed to pull the tie out, she realised rescue had never come for the other three girls. She could see from her position Hermione, Cho and Luna, missing for some time and believed captured or killed by Death Eaters. Ginny’s tie splattered wetly on the flagstones as she gazed upon the Slytherin’s captives. Crabbe scooped it up, and stuffed it in her mouth instead, to general amusement. Her broken nose meant she had to try hard to breath around it.

In all the terrible fates imagined for the girls, Ginny had not expected to see them naked, shackled and obviously pregnant – Luna and Cho around eight months pregnant, Hermione seemingly much less. All three had watched as Ginny was dragged in, but only Luna had masturbated herself during the girl’s first gang rape. Luna had completely lost her tenuous grip on reality. The ethereally beautiful blonde spent time speaking nonsensical phrases and singing to herself while appearing to relish every degrading act previously pressed upon her by their captors.

Hermione Granger had retreated into her own mind long before, existing in a semi-comatose state. Everything she did was almost mechanical, following basic instructions and guidance. She barely ate, except the scraps forced down her, and had recently become almost skeletal to the extent that Draco had ordered more regular force-feeding to keep her viable as a breeding slut. Her eyes were glazed and almost lifeless, dull as those of the cattle she had been reduced too. Cho Chang had worked constantly to try and bring her out of the state, but in little over eight months of her own captivity had achieved nothing.

Cho was the ‘chink’ of the three, and the strongest mentally and physically. Where Luna had insanity and Hermione emptiness, Cho had rage. Beyond mere anger, frustration or hate, Cho had rage burning inside her hot enough to destroy Voldemort himself. While a single ankle cuff each restrained Luna and Hermione, Cho’s hands and were kept behind her back in solid steel cuffs, and her ankles shackled together preventing all but the smallest steps. They had a ring gag strapped in her mouth except for when she ate; brutal pack-rapes, torture, even forcing her to eat the shit straight from Luna’s arse; nothing had broken Cho. She wouldn’t speak to them even without the gag, barely even cried out. She feared not death, nor pain, only that she would not have her vengeance.

As Cho watched, the Slytherin boys twisted poor Ginny Weasley onto her hands and knees, and pushed her face down against the stone floor. Her tie dropped from her mouth, un-noticed, and she breathed a little freer. Cho knew this was their favoured position to force one of their slaves into. They thought it showed obedience to their will, though they could Cho in it only with tight leather straps.

"Please… stop. Don’t hurt me anymore. I won’t tell anyone!" Ginny’s words were muffled and nasal thanks to the break.

"My friend told me you were going to tell everyone. She told me that you’d worked it out, she heard you muttering to yourself in the toilet. Montague here was stupid enough to give clues!"

Draco’s ‘friend’ was the ghost, Moaning Myrtle, and she hated the live girls. In truth, Draco’s secret relationship with the dead girl had surprised both of them. Draco had been the more surprised though, to find that Myrtle loved the idea of the high-and-mighty attituded living girls suffering their lives away in a forgotten room. There was a spell she knew, to enchant a condom and let a living man fuck a ghost. That had come as a surprise to Draco, too. Still, it really had only been a matter of time before he ended up fucking a dead girl, with the way Granger was going. Pansy wouldn’t be too happy if she found out, but given that Draco was a Malfoy he doubted she would be surprised either.

Meanwhile, Montague’s head shot up at the suggestion of giving clues.

"What? I didn’t… I mean…"

"Don’t play dumb. Crabbe’s much better at it than you are. Boasting about putting Chang in her place to that Hufflepuff slut? Those other comments?"

"I was talking about an old game of…"

"ENOUGH! Look at this, if we hadn’t got her in time she would have gone to McGonagall."

"I wouldn’t mind raping her old arse. I bet she’s pretty tight back there," rumbled Goyle, once again making Draco wish he would keep his mouth shut.

The reason that Ginny had been grabbed so suddenly and hustled down to the room under a spell of inattention was slightly convoluted. The five boys had of late particularly enjoyed raping Luna, whose 16-year-old elfin beauty was hugely accentuated by her swollen pregnant belly. She appeared to be carrying triplets; so large was the bulge on her small frame. Her breasts had expanded significantly, and oozed milk near constantly. Since she willingly did whatever they wanted, it was only rape on the grounds that she was too crazy to consent. So, that morning morning had been set aside for a long Luna gangbang, while each would take a break to use Cho’s mouth as a toilet.

Draco had claimed business elsewhere after a few hours, but had returned in a hurry to say they needed to capture Ginny immediately. They all knew it was important to rape her as soon as she caught her, to put her down in her place, but after a long morning with Luna they had all only managed one ejaculation apiece. Even with the redhead’s arse in the air, Draco could tell there would be no more rape that day. A shame, a crying shame, that a Weasley shouldn’t take the full brunt of many hours rape as the others had before her. Still, there was always the next day; and the next. Weasley would get it hard, hard and brutal, from all five at once and taking turns.

"Please! Let me…"

Draco drew his foot back and kicked Ginny hard in her red furred snatch. She didn’t know it was coming and as she tumbled forward the pain hit. Ginny let loose a heart-rending scream of agony. Ginny clutched at her crotch and cried and cried. Her world was agony. Cho looked away, screwing her eyes up, just as Luna brought herself off, creamy girlcum squirting wetly between her probing rubbing fingers.

"We’re going to have to bring down new shackles. Montague, you fucked up. You can stand guard on her until Crabbe and Goyle get back with the shackles. Warrington, you’d best help in case Montague fucks up again. Merlin’s Beard, I’d expect that bollocks from Goyle, but not you."

Montague held his tongue. He knew enough of Draco’s spiteful moods to stay quiet and get back into his good graces later. Being on the outs with the Malfoys was not a good thing for an ambitious Slytherin. He saw Cho turning away and smiled cruelly, then almost tenderly as his view shifted to Luna’s panting pregnant form.

Draco kicked Ginny again, aiming his second brutal kick to her left breast. Ginny’s fresh yelping cry actually made his rape-softened prick twitch. He decided there would be a day, soon, when he would beat her unconscious while at the same time torturing her with all the sadistic ingenuity at his disposal. He relished the opportunity to take out all of his hated of the Weasleys on the 16-year-old. She could be bred again afterwards if need be, but before then, she would know his wrath.

The anticipation filled him with dark joy, so much that rather than leave immediately he knelt to twist Ginny’s face towards his. Ginny stared directly again into Malfoy’s eyes. She didn’t even try to cover her violated body, fearing fresh agony if she did so. She envisioned Harry again bursting in, and throwing terrible un-Harry like curses at all five.

"Do you see this, chink? I think Draco’s found someone he hates more than you and the mudblood. Really doesn’t like those Weasleys." Warrington’s comment was met with the dirty laughter of Crabbe and Goyle.

Cho stared at the misery etched in Ginny’s face, and the cruel anticipation equally evident in Draco’s. The young witch finally made a decision that had been haunting her for weeks. She had become aware of a loophole in the room’s magic suppression; by impregnating the girls, Draco and his gang of rapists had generated one of the oldest forms of wild magic in the creation of life. A force so simple and powerful that the room did not, could not, suppress it. Cho had realised she could use that magic, shape it with her own rage and hatred, and destroy the Slytherin. Where the Slytherin had originally taken Hermione to express their House’s cunning, Cho had found a way to use her Ravenclaw intelligence and creativity.

The bound witch had held back for one reason only: It would mean the sacrifice of her unborn child. Though a victim of rape, carrying a child she did not want, Cho Chang did not wish the innocent harm. Yet, it seemed there was no other choice before her. As Ginny sobbed, Cho envisioned a future of more and more innocents forced into brutal slavery, raped and destroyed. She intended to take her revenge so that no more would suffer. The Slytherin boys were concentrating on Ginny, completely oblivious as Cho Chang closed her eyes and focussed her hate for them on the foetus inside her. It was like pushing at a stuck door, no give at all and then suddenly,

"Shit! Listen to the Chink scream!"

She certainly did. Cho’s shackles rattled as she fell backwards. Her whole body arched up off the floor like a bridge, with her swollen belly pushed ceiling wards. Nothing in the previous eight months had prepared her for the torturous pain in her womb, and it was still building. Warrington stepped towards her and stopped as blood and amniotic fluid burst from Cho’s pussy. Ginny yelped and crawled away as the arcing fluid splashed across her face.

"What the fuck! Is she having the baby no-"

The shocked question was cut off as the boys realised that the fluid squirting from between Cho Chang’s netherlips was moving unnaturally, and there seemed to be far too much. It flowed fast across the flagstones and penetrated Luna and Hermione. Luna’s screams joined Cho’s, but Hermione was beyond even that. Her body just rocked as her belly expanded from within. Luna could feel the wet heat spreading inside her.

The boys could feel magic in the air. Magic in a room where there should be none. They couldn’t hear each other’s shouts over the two screaming girls, joined then by Ginny’s screams of terror and confusion. Together they ran for the door. Draco was slammed against the wood by the weight of Goyle, and in their bewilderment and panic the boys were stopping each other from getting the exit door open.

Cho felt her child die and with it, a rush of the darkest most potent magic she had ever known. She needed more, and instinctively rationalised the sacrifice of Luna and Hermione alongside their unborn young. Her stomach dropped back to pre-pregnancy proportions as the other two impregnated girls’ expanded. Luna’s burst first. An obscene wet tearing mixed with something akin to a balloon popping. The young blonde fell still, the last of her life lost in shock and agony, her face permanently surprised forevermore. A moment later Hermione’s stomach gave under the pressure, swollen and purple, and she too died.

At the same moment, the door to the room slammed shut. Warrington had managed to get it open, but only for a second. Now, nothing could budge it. He realised that the only sound behind them now was Ginny’s sobbing. She had curled up into a foetal ball and called over and over for her Mum. Montague looked back first, and fresh horror in his eyes made Warrington turn the same way, while Draco was still pressed between his thuggish fellows.

The bodies of Luna and Hermione were already reduced to dried husks, crumbling further before their very eyes. Cho Chang had sucked everything out of them. Her restraints were gone. She held in her hands wands, formed from Luna’s bone and Hermione’s hair. They were charged with the innocent life energy of her friends and their unborn young, while tentacle-like strands of hardening fluid hung in the air before her. They had withdrawn from the dust, but did not sink back inside Cho’s swollen pussy lips. The worst thing for the boys to view was her eyes. The cold hard hatred of recent months was replaced with the kind of sadistic joy both had seen in Draco’s eyes when he had first held Hermione at his mercy.

"Well, well, well…This is what is feels like to do evil," mused Cho, "Ginny. Ginny!"

Ginny looked up, and screamed again at the sight before her. Cho’s feet hung an inch off the ground, so full of power was she that her body could barely contain it. In a way, the Slytherin boys had finally broken her. The girl that Cho Chang had been was gone, washed away in a flood of power.

"You killed them! You killed Hermione and Luna!"

"They were already dead inside, and anyway, I had too. I need the power to take my revenge. Don’t you think these boys need punishing, Ginny? Don’t you want to hear them scream and cry? Look what they did to your pretty nose," Cho healed Ginny’s nose with a wave, but no words. A small hint of the control she had over her new power.

"I have to be more evil than them to beat them. I’ll beat them so hard…"

Warrington whimpered. He realised the hot warmth at his crotch was urine, though with the others pressed so close he couldn’t be sure if it was his own. He couldn’t work any spells in the room; his own wand was useless. No wizard or witch should have been able too, and yet here was Cho Chang, floating before them in the dust of dead girls and working spells without preparation nor command. He felt someone press him aside, and then Draco Malfoy faced Cho. His Malfoy arrogance seemed to be protecting him from fear.

"You… Crabbe! Goyle! Take her down! Now! Smash her head in!"

Neither moved, though whether from fear or inability to comprehend what they saw was not clear. Cho spoke again,

"I don’t have any Polyjuice Potion, Malfoy, so when I walk out of here… I’m going to need your skin. The things I’m going to do… it’ll be easier to do as a Malfoy. Yes. Doesn’t matter if it’s ripped or torn, I can heal it before I wear it."

Draco slapped at Crabbe’s face,

"Get her, you fat lump! Do you know how much she’s lost us by killing the breeding sluts?"

Crabbe lumbered forward, and a moment later Goyle followed. Evil power leapt from Cho and tore into the boys. She drew unmasculine screams from them as their bodies began to turn inside out. Cho’s laughter as she folded flesh and bone unnaturally caused a fresh burst of warmth at Warrington’s crotch. The screaming stopped, but still the magic tore through the flesh until completely inside out. The steaming meat hung in the air for a moment, and then dropped to the flagstones. There was suddenly a whole lot of fat staining the floor.

Ginny vomited. Her stomach heaved painfully as she emptied the remains of her breakfast, and Draco’s semen, onto the cold stone slabs. She hated the Slytherin for raping her, and Draco because he was Draco, but Cho’s actions were equally abhorrent to her. She hadn’t even thanked her saviour for healing her face. Ginny looked up at the Chinese witch with utter disgust, and then fear as Cho reacted to her disgust with the rage that burned in every fibre of her body.

"Who are you to look at me like that, Weasley? You don’t know what they put me through! You only had a taste of their cruelty. I’ll show you more, though!"

The strange fluidic tentacles emerging from Cho’s pussy hardened fully, and took on a rough skin; the one that had impaled Luna split into two, filling out to equal girth. Cho directed her pussy tentacles at Ginny, and the redhead’s latest cry of the day was again cut out as she was brutally penetrated by three thrusting tentacles. Their skin felt like sandpaper in her tender openings, and she would have cried out with each thrust if she could. More tentacles split off, molesting Ginny’s pert breasts and small buttocks. Cho was a one-woman gang-rapist. Abused following the well-trodden path to abuser.

Ginny pulled vainly at the rough-skinned tentacle pounding into her throat. It was even worse than being violated by Draco Malfoy, who she expected malice and spite from. The tentacle scraped through her fingers with ease and wetly plugged her gullet. Ginny reached down between her legs, but the tentacles there were even harder and thicker and she could no more tug them loose than she could fight off Crabbe. Her strength was completely useless against Cho as she was magically tentacle raped. Cho laughed again, and raised Ginny from the floor. She felt herself supported only by the tentacles tearing up her rocking body.

"Draco needs to feel it as well. Listen to me you vile pigs," she addressed Warrington and Montague, "If you want quick deaths… fuck him. One at each end. I want to see him used."

Cho’s wands flung more magic at the boys, and they found their members hard again. Painfully hard. Cho was pushing too much blood into them. Cho waved again, dusting their Hogwarts uniforms as quickly as she had her own shackles in the first moments of her new power. Draco looked from Warrington to Montague and tried the door again. The other two stood each side, hard purple organs inches from Draco, and still dripping with their acrid fear piss.

Warrington looked from Draco to the mess that had been Crabbe, and them grabbed his hair. A quick death seemed like a good deal right about then. Draco fought, of course, but Warrington was the stronger and soon pressed his cock between the 17-year-old blond boy’s lips. Warrington conceded deep inside that he’d sometimes thought of screwing Draco, when they were all naked and raping one of the breeding girls, but he’d never wanted it like this. His cock was unnaturally purple as it penetrated Draco’s throat.

Draco received the same treatment as Ginny had, with his own high-pitched scream cut off as Montague speared Draco’s virginal sphincter. From rapist to rapemeat. His knees buckled as he fought his attackers, but he was as helpless as all three girls had been. He could taste sweaty fear on Warrington’s shaft as it thrust over his tongue, but his worst pain mirrored Ginny’s.

"How does it feel Malfoy," crowed the victorious Ravenclaw girl, "How does it feel to be the one getting raped? Can you feel yourself tear inside? Can you feel your throat stretch?"

Cho turned her attention back to Ginny for a moment. The Gryffindor girl’s face was even darker than Warrington’s cock, so she pulled back on the throat fuck and let the girl breathe. The split tentacles slithering around Ginny’s bruised breasts took the extra weight and keep her suspended. Bloody drool stained Ginny’s lips, and Cho realised her tentacle skin was working like actual sandpaper. It was a good way to teach her the pain and suffering of months of rape, in the way a single gangrape clearly hadn’t. As Ginny’s face lightened, Cho plunged the tentacle back down her throat.

Meanwhile, Warrington and Montague bounced Draco’s helpless body between them. To his shame his cock grew hard even through the pain of the rape, simply from the pounding Montague’s member was giving his prostate. Cho noticed the erection too, and waved her makeshift wands. Draco felt a pressure on his balls then, squeezing. The blond boy’s eyes widened with inhuman agony as Cho crushed his balls in an irresistible magic grip. Bloody sperm and gobs of flesh hung from his crotch as Montague raped his arse hard.

Montague felt Draco’s arsehole tear even harder around his shaft, and realised his cock was still growing. Draco’s body shuddered as Montague punctured his bowel and thrust inside his stomach. Montague suddenly had an inkling of Cho’s intent, but there was nothing he could do. Warrington noted the increasing tightness of Draco’s throat until he could no longer thrust or withdraw, and still his cock lengthened and thickened. For both boys, it was soon like having their shafts in painfully constricting vices. Draco was lost in a world of pain, barely alive between them.

Cho was close to climax. In all the months of her captivity she’d sought solace through orgasm, as Luna worked her tongue and fingers against Cho’s body, but the orgasm she sought now was the capstone of her revenge. She had dropped a wand, and was working her clit, while simultaneously experiencing the pleasures of Ginny’s body fed back through her pussy tentacles. To her corrupted mind the pleasure was exquisite.

"Die, Malfoy!" Cho screamed as she reached her peak.

Her tentacles fired thick spurts of hot goo into Ginny Weasley as she came. She formed it from the memory of a thousand violations and poured it into the spasming, suspended, girl. Ginny was unable to do anything but be a receptacle for Cho. Her body felt raw inside and out, and the hot goo stung terribly as it washed into her. She hoped her suffering would soon end. Still she dreamed of brave Harry saving her.

At the same time, Cho literally exploded Montague and Warrington’s cocks inside the castrated Draco. Their hugely expanded shafts went off like grenades. Draco’s lithe body was torn open from crotch to throat. His heart stopped as it was ripped from his chest and splashed against the floor. Cho kept her word after a fashion, as the other two boys didn’t take long to bleed to death with the pressure of blood spraying from their destroyed genitalia. Blood pooled around the corpses on the floor.

Cho dropped to her knees, withdrawing her pussy tentacles so suddenly that Ginny fell hard to the flagstones. They were dead, her immediate tormentors, but in the moment of death she’d managed to see their minds clearly as she sought to ensure their suffering. She knew then for certain that behind the capture of the three girls, and indirectly, Ginny, was one man. There would be more blood spilled, and soon, but for now the Ravenclaw girl had her revenge.

End.

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