Hole

From the corner of his eye Draco caught a sudden, stifled movement from Sturgess. "Do you want to join in, Sturgess?" he asked the man.



"Er, no thankyou, sir," the guard faltered. "I might just wait outside the door."



"Your choice," Draco said cheerfully. "Now, Ginevra: One."



But she was already undoing the ribbons and pins which secured her chiton. The rebels had evidently intended to blend into the party. The leak had come from one of the adult entertainers boasting in a pub to a mate about his big gig at the Manor; it would all be in Draco\'s report to Lucius, and the entertainer would be suitably punished.



As the gauzy drapes dropped to the floor Draco made a chirping noise of appreciation. The Weasley was stacked all right. If she really had been made a slave she would certainly have ended up in someone\'s bed once they caught a glimpse of those wide pale hips framing a flaming curly bush, her slim waist and lush, rose-tipped tits. Awkwardly she placed herself on her back on the table, spreading her legs with resignation. Draco pulled her into position, fingering her cunt appreciatively. It was too dry for comfort, but he could fix that.



"Hold still," he commanded, eyes narrowing as he focussed on her curly, red pubic hair. He cut a little lock of it under her appalled gaze, tying it with a small section of the green ribbon in her hair and placing it in his pocket, then he shaved the rest of the curls clean. The prisoner gritted her teeth as he rubbed his cheek against the smooth mound, then poked an inquisitive tongue into the exposed slit.



"Just get on with it, Malfoy!"



"Oh no, Weaselette, I intend to take my time. An opportunity like this is to be savoured, after all."



This was a skill he had once used regularly, back at Hogwarts, but it had been a while. He didn\'t seem to have lost it. His tongue found the nub of her clitoris and circled it tenderly, occasionally running a gentle pass directly over the top. The girl on the table shivered reluctantly, but an exploratory finger found moisture where previously there had been none. Unfortunately he really didn\'t have time to bring her to orgasm , much as he would have enjoyed the horror and guilt in her eyes, so he took what he could get and showed her the slick finger, cleaning it off sensuously with his tongue before positioning his cock at her entrance.



"This quite alright with you, Weasley? You do consent, don\'t you?"



The hate in her eyes would have lit bonfires as she ground out "Yes, damn you... If you do as you promised, I consent."



He thrust inside, and the physical pleasure was all the greater for the knowledge that he was fucking Potter\'s girl. Warm and soft, and wet... deliciously wet... her pussy seemed to welcome him even if her thighs were rigid and cold at his flanks. She whimpered once, biting her lip to keep from making more noise.



"Merlin, you\'re tight!" Draco exclaimed. "Been a while, has it? Staying pure for Potter? I\'m afraid he hasn\'t been staying pure for you. He has the sweetest arse - I\'m not the only one who says so."



The girl\'s breathing was fast and irregular as he pumped easily inside her. He craned forward to lick and nibble at her breasts, gathering them in handfuls to knead. "Father and most of his guards enjoy Potter\'s arse... on a regular basis. And a few... of the stable-hands - although one of them has an odd fetish... about coming into his hair," he said, his voice husky as he held himself back to a slow, deep, regular fuck.



Tears were leaking out of her eyes as Draco continued. "Father has him wake him every... morning by sucking his cock. He was getting to be quite a good... aah... cock-sucker, after so much... practice. It\'s such a shame... he has to be executed, really."



"You\'re lying! You\'re a monster!" But Draco could tell that she did believe him. Her thighs trembled and he paused to wrap them around his back before resuming a steady stroke, one hand toying with her clitoris.



"He makes a squeak when he comes - you know the one? His has a mole on... his inner left thigh. When I fuck him in his sleep sometimes he... says your name - he calls you Ginny, right?"



She screamed, a sound of despair and frustration echoed by the spasm of her cunt around him as it instinctively tried to expel the invading flesh. Pushing back he let his restraint go and drove as deeply inside her as he could probe, his balls slapping between her arse-cheeks as he tried to split her in two. Her scream had given way to a constant low wail of despair and with only a few more primeval thusts he was filling her lush pussy with his seed.



"Good girl!" he said, panting a little as he pulled out and cleaned his cock. He gave her shaved pussy one last possessive caress, finger dipping in to slide past her swollen clit, before slapping her thigh so that she dropped her legs. "Now get dressed and come with me, slut."



She did not even have the inner resources to protest the name with her eyes as she fumblingly dressed again and followed him out of the door.