Malfoy's Revenge

Hermione woke in a daze with an overwhelming feeling that she wasn’t where she ought to be. She was still in her bed; that much was true. But as Hermione pulled back the curtains, she was greeted by a sight that made her head spin. First, her bed was no longer in her dormitory. Somehow it had been transported into the dungeons. Second, there was a figure standing right in front of her. A naked figure, to be more precise. As her eyes adjusted to the low light of the dungeon, Hermione slowly began to recognize the figure.

The soft light of the torches shone off his platinum locks, glinted in his grey eyes. His signature smirk was plastered over his face. Even in the low light, Hermione could see that his thin frame was surprisingly muscular and well-built.

Malfoy

Hermione gasped and frantically looked for some kind of escape, but to no avail. She looked back to her captor again. Her eyes skated down his lean figure, finally landing on his crotch. She had to do a double take. His cock was huge! From her estimation, it appeared to be at least six inches soft! Hermione could see it throb and twitch as it slowly filled with blood. This, of course, caused her body to react. Hermione could feel her nipples harden and a heat find its way down to her pussy. She knew she was getting wet and she could clearly see the effect it was having on Malfoy.

“Like what you see?” Malfoy’s sharp voice pierced the silence. He grabbed her by the chin and leaned down into her face. “You better get used to it, because you are going to be getting a lot more familiar with it.” Hermione’s eyes quivered with fear and Malfoy seemed to be drinking it in. She wanted to run. She wanted to dart from the bed and run as fast and far as possible. But her eyes, and mind, were locked on the long, hard cock in front of her. She suddenly felt the overwhelming desire to reach out and touch it. Soon, Hermione’s lust began to overcome her and she simply couldn’t help herself.

Hermione could feel herself begin to lean forward to get a better look. Her arm tentatively reached out to grab the cock in front of her. Malfoy grabber her hand and broke Hermione from her trance. With surprising strength, he lifted her wrist up to the post of the bed. Malfoy waved his wand and a rope appeared out of nowhere, bonding her to the bed. He repeated the process with Hermione’s other arm. Hermione tried to struggle, but it was no use. The magical bonds were simply too strong. Malfoy ripped down the curtains from the bed and stood for a moment to observe his handy work. After a few seconds, he muttered a simply incantation and waved his wand down Hermione’s body. Hermione braced herself for some kind of pain, clenching her eyes shut. But all she heard was a loud ripping sound. She opened her eyes slowly, only to find that her clothes had ripped clean off of her, leaving her stark naked.

Malfoy folded his arms over his chest and slowly made his way to the foot of the bed. He looked up and down the body of the struggling girl on the bed. The sweat glistened on Hermione’s body. Her chest rose and fell with her deep breaths. Malfoy raised his wand and said “Maximus Sensus”.

Hermione felt a fire sear through her. A strange heat burned inside her. She clenched her eyes shut as she felt it burn, but as the sensations subsided, a new feeling replaced the pain: pleasure. It was like every last neuron in her body had been excited in a way she had never even imagined. “What did you do to me?” she asked Malfoy between gasps.

“You like it? I thought you would. Not be a good little mudblood and shut up.” And with that, Malfoy aimed his wand at Hermione and said “Tacitus”. Hermione tried to scream in protest, but her mouth clamped shut. “Now,” said Malfoy with a twisted grin, “Let the fun begin.”