The End Is The Beginning Is The End

‘Bend her over.  That’s good. Purrffecccttt.’

Ginny was numb.  She felt nothing.  Heard nothing.  She was in place where nothing could hurt her.

Behind her was George—or was it Fred--?  They seemed to have melted into one body of late.  George, she decided, was his name.  He was the one who had pulled her down so that she straddled him.

He was the one who slid his cock inside.  It didn’t hurt anymore, not like in the beginning.

And behind her was Fred.

He was teasing the little opening between her ass cheeks.  It used to hurt awfully.

Now…

She floated.

It was something that they fed her.  To make her more ‘fun’ they had said. 

Fun….

George—Fred—one of them was grunting as he pulled his cock out, nearly to the tip, only to thrust back in.  She felt so incredibly full.

So much cock.

Too much cock.

George grabbed her face and was kissing her, tonguing her.

She moaned.

And gasped because Fred jerked her face around, and kissed her back.

And then George began to play with her tits, his thumbs expertly flicking over her nipples even as someone deposited the first load of semen inside of her.

And Ginny didn’t care.

She did not think of Hermione, who had left.

Nor did she think of her parents who had been killed, or Ron, or even Harry, the boy who she loved.

She was perfectly empty.  And yet she wasn’t.

Because she floated.

__

Thoughts?  Opinions?  Please Review!!