Broomsticks and Bondage

Chapter Six

“Oh my god Hermione. So this is what the Slytherin common room looks like.” Ginny stood in jaw dropping awe at the great green serpent’s lair.

“Well what have we here? Two Gryffindors out past curfew? Come in, come in, make yourselves at home.” Blaise Zabini spared no time in ushering Hermione and Ginny into the Slytherin common room. Blaise was playing the dutiful host passing out drinks to Ginny and Hermione and a couple of Hufflepuff girls who had strayed into the spiders web. Hermione glanced around the room and noticed just how many new faces were there. There were not nearly this many girls in the dorm only the night before. Somehow,news of the Slytherin boys escapades must have spread throughout the castle, at least in certain social circles.

Ginny was dancing with a tyrant of a boy, one who had intentionally tripped Hermione outside the Transfiguration room back in their second year. Hermione just stood to the side looking and feeling uncomfortable. How was it that Ginny could come to the dungeon and within five minutes feel right at home? Ginny’s pants were so tight that it would have taken three people to pry them from her diminutive redheaded frame and she was laughing and carry on loudly, not at all like the other girls in the room who were reserved and nervous like Hermione. A few were shitfaced on the spiked pumpkin juice that tasted an awful lot like straight up muggle grain alcohol. Hermione took a sip of courage and nearly puked when she tasted how strong it was.

“You don’t want to drink that.” Draco swaggered down the stairs from the loft to join the party. On either side of him was a scantily clad girl. He took the drink from Hermione and handed it off to a boy who was nuzzled up next to a former Hufflepuff. Hermione glanced at the girl who was straddling the Slytherin boy on a leather armchair and gave her a sour look. The girl was leaning back so far as the boy roughly ravaged her breasts with his slobbering mouth that Hermione cringed at the lack of sensuality exhibited. The girl looked at Hermione from her upside position and let out a soft moan. Hermione turned her attention back to Draco who was standing at the bar making himself a drink while the two bimbos at either side of him massaged his shoulders and back, running their hands up the back of his shirt that hugged his frame so alluringly. He slithered over to Hermione once again and placed a glass of elf made wine in her hand. One of the girls had her hand down the front of Draco’s pants and Draco wriggled under her touch.

“Go put the red dress on. You look like a tramp.”

“Screw off Malfoy.” How dare he say Hermione looked like a tramp. She was dressed more conservatively then every girl in the place. It looked like every girl in the place had gone shopping at The Sumptuous Witch, a new and popular lingerie shop in Diagon Alley. It was nothing but a sea of black leather and latex knickers. Draco reached out and grabbed Hermione’s arm. He pulled her over to the bar leaving his sidekicks behind and looked at Hermione’s hand. It was turning black and blue after their broom ride and the subsequent punch she threw at Draco because of it. She could see light bruising on his cheek from their skirmish.

“What?” Hermione said looking into his brilliant silvery eyes. At that he slammed her hand into the ice bucket. The cold ice chips soothed her throbbing hand.

“Does it feel better now?” Hermione suddenly felt her nipples turn rock hard. The coldness from the ice chest combined with the way Draco was looking into her eyes left satisfying goose bumps all over her body. This fact was not lost on Draco either. He flicked his wand and once again the large bin of cuffs,whips and ropes were conjured. Draco reached into the bin first, not even looking at what he was picking out, his dangerous eyes still locked on Hermione’s as he grabbed a ball of twine and wrapped it forcefully around his own hand. Within seconds the two bimbos were clamoring over him. The other Slytherin guys were now digging for treasure in the bin too and Hermione caught sight of Ginny out of the corner of her eye. Blaise Zambini was standing behind the unknowing Ginny like the cat that ate the canary as he moved in for the kill. Within seconds his mouth was on hers and his hands were roaming her body.

“No. Leave us. Later.” One of Draco’s bimbos moaned about being left out while the other one slinked away with a brooding expression marking her face.

“I hope you don’t think you are going to use that on me because that is SO NOT going to happen.” Hermione said referring to the ball of twine in his hand. With that Draco produced the blindfold once again. Hermione could feel her skin begin to perspire as Draco moved closer to her. His breath was on her neck and Hermione’s breathing became shallow in anticipation of whatever was coming next. What he did next totally threw Hermione for a loop. Instead of putting the blindfold on her like she was sure he was going to do, he rather shoved the blindfold in her mouth and tied it loosely behind her head careful not to pull even a single hair as he moved with the speed and fluidity of someone who had done this a thousand times before. Hermione’s muffled gags could be heard as Draco unwound the ball of twine in his hand. He pushed Hermione forcefully against the wall in the back of the Slytherin common room. From her vantage point could see Ginny receiving much the same treatment from Blaise but Ginny seemed to be reveling in it. She watched as Blaise carried Ginny upstairs to him and Draco’s loft.

Draco forced her legs apart and then his body was pushing against her. Hermione grimaced in discomfort as her back was pressed against the cold stone wall of the dungeon. Draco’s mouth was on her neck, his soft lips laying kisses down her chest to her cleavage. He was nibbling roughly now and Hermione felt her head cloud over.He suckled her cold hard nipple and Hermione squealed through her gag. She wanted to say stop yet another part of her had never been so alert, so unbelievably hot for the young Death Eater that stood before her, ravishing her. No sooner had she gotten used to the sensual and erotic way Draco was flicking his tongue over her nipple did Hermione have her hands thrown above her head. With his erection pressing hard against her lower abdomen and his legs between hers he wrapped the rope around Hermione’s wrists tying them in an intricate knot without ever moving his lips from her breast.. Draco kissed back up her neck all the way to her quivering chin and then he stopped. He moved in closer to her face. She could feel his breath on her mouth, their noses touching and then Draco closed his eyes and moved in to kiss her. Hermione closed her eyes in anticipation but when his smoldering kiss never came she opened her eyes to see Draco kneeling. His hands were lasciviously stroking her legs and then she felt the ropes scraping against her bare legs as Draco tied her ankles together.

He wasted no time as he picked Hermione up and carried her up the stairs. Hermione could see the entire common room, albeit upside down, as Draco carried her to the loft. Millicent Bullstrode was cuffed to a ventilation pipe while two Slytherins took turns violating her body in numerous exciting and perverted ways. The Hufflepuff girl who had previously been straddled on the armchair was now handcuffed to her girl friend while both of them received a Slytherin boys penis as their reward. This was twisted. It was an orgy room and Hermione began to have second thoughts about their hasty decision to go there tonight. As wrong as it may have all been Hermione was soaking through her panties in anticipation. They passed Blaise’s bunk and Hermione noticed the curtains drawn. She could hear Ginny’s moans and then Draco dropped Hermione on her bed. As she sat on the bed, gag in mouth, hands and feet tied she could do nothing but watch the towering man above her. He peeled his shirt off exposing his lean muscular physique. Hermione’s eyes fell to the soft hair on his abdomen as he moved closer. Standing directly in front of her now his hands were in her hair. He stroked her head, his purposeful fingers tangling themselves in her locks as Hermione moved her bound hands to his zipper. She hesitated, unsure as to whether she was doing the right thing, and worried that Draco would push her away like he had the two bimbos downstairs, if she happened to do the wrong thing. What was she thinking? This could not be happening. She should stop. Stop this from going any farther. He’s an arrogant prick. A pureblood asshole who was treating her like his toy, to do with whatever he wanted…and yet he wasn’t. Some kind of a bond had been established between them. A bond that she knew Draco would never admitted. She felt it each time they were together. He almost kissed her and it was common knowledge that Draco did not kiss. Too personal. She moved her hands towards his stomach and then reteated. She wanted his dick in her hand.

Hermione unzipped his fly and his trousers fell to the floor. Draco lowered his silk boxers slightly exposing himself to Hermione. She felt his smooth hands on her face now tracing her cheekbones delicately as he removed the gag. His cock was hard and standing at attention as Hermione struggled to stroke his dick. She was inexperienced and to be bound such as she was just made the experience that much more difficult. She took his cock between her fingers and began to rub him. His hands held her head in place

“Grab my dick like you want it. Just like the broom ride.” When Hermione tried and failed because of the binds Draco took the shaft of his cock in his hand and pushed it into Hermione’s face.

“No Draco I can’t.”

“Yes you can. Think about the sensations.” Hermione had never felt more insecure in her whole life. Looking at the massive engorged rod before her she knew she couldn’t take all of him. The over achiever inside her though could not allow herself to fail. She closed her eyes and moved her lips to his tip. She could feel Draco’s eyes on the top of her head as he stood regally before her, his hands stroking her long wavy chestnut brown hair and tracing the frame of her face with his fingertips, tenderly, not like one would think Draco Malfoy’s touch would feel like. She licked his hard penis and again took the tip of his head into her mouth. It was soft and warm and she playfully flicked her tongue over his head. Draco groaned in his alluringly sexy voice and edged forward, pushing his erection into her mouth more. Hermione relaxed under the sensation, trying to remember what Draco said. Her head was moving in a circular motion now as Draco’s stroking of her hair became faster and more passionate. He finally shoved himself deep into Hermione and she felt herself start to gag. As if sensing her discomfort he pulled out of her mouth quickly, his hips rolling into her now, gently, time and again. Hermione’s confidence grew when she looked up with her eyes to see Draco’s head tilted back, his eyes closed and his mouth open, a pleasurable expression marking his heart shaped face. Hermione had finally found her rhythm. With a flat tongue over his head she would apply a gentle pressure while the tip of her tongue licked around the base of his tip. This was driving Draco wild. She had never seen Draco so out of control, so utterly swept away and it made her feel strong and powerful. She would do this for a while and then would surprise him by plunging her mouth over him, her spit creating a suction that made slurping sounds as he gently rolled into her again and again, his hands tight on her face now holding it in place so she couldn’t stop, even if she wanted to.

“Take it all Granger. I’m going to cum.”

At that Hermione intensified her suction and picked up her pace. With her eyes closed she forced out the feeling that she was going to gag and concentrated on his fingers on her face. His thumb was at the corner of her mouth now his strong hands squeezing her face as she went down on him. Suddenly she felt a warm liquid shoot at the back of her throat. Her immediate reaction was to pullback and spit but Draco held her head tightly, refusing to let her retreat.

“It’s just the orange. Remember the way the juice from the orange squirt the back of your throat. Think of the orange,” He said as he shot his load again, a guttural groan escaping his lips. Hearing Draco’s pleasure as he came again gave Hermione the strength to swallow the thick substance down. His sticky love slid easily down her throat and when Hermione pulled back Draco was smiling at her from above. His face was perspiring and light wisps of his hair were sticking to the side of his angular jaw.”You did good.”

At this he walked away leaving Hermione sitting on the edge of her bed still tied and bound. She just sucked him off, repaying the favor from the broom ride and then he just got up and walked away? She immediately began to regret what she had just done. Why had she done it? It confused her to no end. Perhaps she was just as mentally screwed up as the other war veterans. Maybe Draco and the Slytherins and all the girls that were partaking in this crude and animalistic form of sexual entertainment were all suffering from the after effects of Voldemort’s reign, so rather then fix everybody from their disorder, the Minister of Magic had corralled them all away in this institution and then called it a University. Too many thoughts were swirling around in Hermione’s brain. She started picking at her wrist restraints, trying to untie herself when Draco returned with a drink for her in his hand.

“Here. You earned it.” He handed her a glass of wine and Hermione chugged it down.

“Can you please take these ties off of me now?” Draco sat down on the bed next to Hermione at this and gazed deeply into her eyes.

“Did you think we were done?” Hermione gulped when he said this. She did indeed think they were done though she was still just as horney as she had been all day ever since breakfast when he pinned her against the wall and blindfolded her. Her hormones were going wild for this guy who she hated with all of her being. When she looked at his malevolent face she just wanted to scratch his eyes out yet at the same time she wanted to force her tongue into his mouth and suck on it forever.

“Put the red dress on. Now.” He said as he untied Hermione.

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