The Life of a Mudblood: After the War

As soon as Jessie stepped out of headquarters, she shed her clothes quickly. She no longer liked the feel of them, after not being allowed to wear them for so long. She looked around, not recognizing any of the buildings. Taking a deep breath, Jessie realized she didn't know where she was, or which direction she would need to go. Jessie got down on her hands and knees, and turned to the right, crawling.  

Jessie walked for hours. She could feel the air getting colder with each step. She looked up at the night sky, just as a cold snowflake fell onto her cheek. She shivered and cried out in pain as the vibrations in her sped up. They had never been so fast, and she felt as if she was being ripped in half.

The snow began falling quickly, much to Jessie’s displeasure, though it helped her cool off slightly. Jessie came to the edge of town, and looked at her surroundings. To the right she saw the road continue, and to the left she saw a forest. After contemplating the options for a minute, she decided to go into the forest and try to get a little sleep.

Jessie had just begun to doze off, when she felt herself being jerked up off the ground. Her eyes shot open and she screamed with shock. She saw a big, buldging man in a cloak with a hood over his face. In a gruff voice, he said “Damn mudblood slave, Ya know ya arnt allowed ou’ witou’ yer pureblood.” With that, he dragged her along with him, not allowing her to get her footing.

The man dragged her for over an hour, not even paying attention to her protesting, and telling him she was trying to find her way home to her master. Finally, in the middle of a small town, he stopped, and shoved her toward the stocks. He quickly locked her in, then began slapping her ass, so hard her entire body shook. She cried out in pain, and tried to move away, but was unable. He kept slapping her, not even trying to hit her ass anymore, as the blows came quicker and harder, with each one. Tears of pain and humiliation fell down her face, as she saw people coming out of their homes, then without warning the man stopped and walked away.

Men and women, who had come out of their homes, began to inch closer. She could not see behind her, but she knew there were people behind her getting closer as well. She tried begging the people to help her, but each time she pleaded, their smirks got wider and wider. After a few minutes, she felt a hand on her back, and without warning, a man entered her, his girth more than she had ever felt from a human. She cried out and bit her lip. The people began to cheer the man on, but it only lasted a few minutes, before she felt him pull out and cum all over her ass and back.

Throughout the rest of the night, as the snow got deeper and deeper, the townspeople took turns having their way with her. Not one of them came inside her, instead opting to cum on her, furthering her humiliation. Just as the sun was coming up, they all dispersed, back into their homes.

Once the last of them had left, Jessie allowed herself to cry. She never thought she would miss her master but she was finding that she missed him more, with each passing minute. She forced herself to fall into an uncomfortable sleep, and dreamed of being on her nice warm bed, in her masters bedroom.