Punishment in Slytherin

Snape’s fingers finally retreated from Marlena’s tortured nipples, and her screams subsided into sobs. Her pussy was exposed to the entire Slytherin House—well, all but the other six year girls who were nowhere to be found. The chair that had become her prison was not all that large, so her knees weren’t actually pulled all that far apart. Her vaginal lips were still closed, even, but that wasn’t enough to calm the hysterical girl. The taunting…

“Look at her! She’s wet!”

“I’d like to fuck those tits.”

“You can have them. I want the little pussy she fought so hard for.”

“Professor? Can we touch her?”

Marlena’s head flew up, her jaw dropping limply. “Oh God,” she whispered, as her entire body began to tremble. “Please, no…”

“Perhaps later, if you can refrain from shouting so much,” Professor Snape informed the boys coolly. Marlena’s face went white with horror, more tears coursing down her cheeks. Draco approached her, leering at her breasts and her little pussy, but to her surprise, he reached out and flipped the skirt down, covering her once more. Marlena thought her heart might break with gratitude.

Just as the other boys started to complain, Draco began to address them. “The first part of Marlena’s punishment is complete, and I must say, it seems rather effective. This is the sort of remorse one ought to feel when one betrays Slytherin with one’s incompetence. Wouldn’t you agree, Marlena?” She nodded her head slowly, shamefully. “But now, we turn to the final punishment… as you may have noticed, none of Marlena’s roommates are present. Do you know why? Professor Snape and I have agreed that it isn’t just one’s own responsibility to live up to Slytherin ideals… it’s one’s responsibility to be certain one’s roommates do as well. Therefore, all of them will be sharing in the remainder of the punishment.” The assembled Slytherins laughed and applauded with renewed delight.

“No, not them!” Marlena shouted. All eyes flashed back to her… or at least to her exposed breasts. “They didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Neither did we, but we all suffer from the loss of house points. They’ll suffer for not having kept you in line. Bring them out!” Goyle, Crabbe, and several other burly Slytherin boys who had clearly been in the know about the other girls quickly left for the girls’ dormitory. They’re going to hate me, Marlena realized. They’re going to hate me for the rest of the year, maybe next year, too. It will be hell to live with them… if I survive this.

The boys were back, the girls with them. All of them wore only their uniforms, and had been bound with their wrists behind their backs. They struggled and cursed and shouted, but the boys drug them easily into the common room.

“Bitch!”

“You fucking slut! This is all your goddamned fault!”

“I’ll make you pay for this!”

“We all will!”

Marlena bowed her head helplessly, because she could not bear to look at them, and meet their accusatory glares.

“Line up the armchairs, with the backs facing me,” Draco commanded, and several smirking Slytherin girls leaped to do his bidding. Soon, a line of armchairs stretched across the far side of the common room.

“Bind them to the chairs,” Draco commanded, and the girls began to scream again, fear beginning to replace their outrage. They kicked and struggled and bit and yelled, but the boys drug them to the chairs, and unceremoniously bent them over the backs.

“No!” they all shouted, almost in unison, as similar metal snakes coiled around their ankles and pulled them apart, binding their spread legs to the legs of the armchairs. Goyle laughed hysterically as Janice, the petite blonde he had taken charge of, began to cry. He groped up under her skirt with his meaty, clumsy hands and she tried to fight him. She turned at the waist a little, and tried to pull his hands away from her panties… but more snakes caught her wrists. She screamed as they latched onto her arms, pulling her forward across the back of the chair, and securing her wrists to the armrests. As they pulled her forward, her little skirt rode up, and Goyle started groping her eagerly with both hands, and there was nothing she could do.

Professor Snape saved her… for the moment, at least.

“Step away from the girls.” Everyone moved back and to the sides, giving Marlena a clear view of the asses of the girls who were to share a part of her humiliation.

“Let’s just let Marlena watch for awhile,” Draco suggested. “Let her feel what’s coming.” Snape nodded, and approached the girls. The first in line was a brunette named Samantha. Calmy, Professor Snape flipped her skirt up, exposing her firm ass, thinly covered by white panties. She squealed and tried to get it to fall back down, grinding her hips against the chair.

“It seems Miss Petersen also has excessive modesty. That shall be dealt with,” Snape announced. The Slytherins laughed, and Marlena squeezed her eyes shut.

“Professor, please! I didn’t do anything!” she begged, her little ass still wiggling. Ignoring her, Snape raised his wand… and her panties vanished.

Unlike Marlena in the chair, this was the ultimate exposure. Her upturned ass, her little pussy… spread open in a way Marlena’s hadn’t been. Samantha couldn’t see the faces of all the people behind her, but she could hear their laughter and catcalls. Her pussy was on display for all of them… a flash of sudden pain made her scream and buck against the chair. Professor Snape’s bare hand had just smacked her little ass, which jiggled provocatively. Another smack, and another, and another… tears streamed down her face.

Finally, he stopped, and she sighed with relief… only to feel his fingers on her pussy.

“What’s going on?” she cried, confused and terrified.

“You’re going to cum for us now. And perhaps this will be a lesson for you, as everyone watches you moan and beg… you will keep your roommates in line, in the future.” His fingers stroked her slowly, so lightly that it almost tickled. She tried to pull away, but there was no escape from his touch, from his eyes, from everyone else’s eyes. His finger began to linger more and more around her clit, and she slowly stopped struggling. Now her hips were moving for a different reason. Faster and faster he went, and to her horror, Samantha heard herself moaning in forced pleasure. Harder and harder… she came with a yelp, and she knew everyone could see her wetness dripping down her thighs.

And then she felt his robes brush her legs as he moved past her, to Signe the Irish girl. He was going to leave her there, exposed and helpless, for the duration of the punishment. She sobbed angrily at the injustice of all of it… until she saw a flash. Horrified, she turned her head as far as she could, and saw Draco Malfoy snapping pictures of her cunt.

“For the scrapbook,” he explained. Samantha began to struggle hard, hopelessly, her ass wiggling and bouncing, her wet lips sliding back and forth. Draco laughed at this renewed display, and snapped more pictures.


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