Memoria Evoca

Morgan made her way back to the Ravenclaw common room.
The corridors were deserted and quiet and the only light came from the guttering torches every so often along the way.
Outside the late December wind blew stiffly and the grey clouds obscured any sunlight there might have been. It was as though night had come early.
She made her way up to the second floor and headed down the dimly lit corridor to the stone tower, a short cut before making her way up to the Ravenclaw common room.
But as she turned the corner into the old tower alcove a large, heavily tattooed hand grabbed her around the mouth roughly from behind and a strong arm wrapped vice-like around her waist and she was dragged off of her feet back into the shadow of the alcove kicking and struggling in fright, her books clattering to the ground and scattering.
She tried to scream out and clawed at the hands, but she couldn\'t make any sound other than a muffled whimpering with the hand clamped tightly over her mouth.
She couldn\'t see who was holding her but recognised the tattoos on his fingers immediately.
It was one of the Durmstrang Quidditch team, Ivan, Viktor Krum\'s best mate.
Terrified and confused, Morgan stared in panic as someone else came up to her.
She could just make out who it was from the dim light coming from the stripey moonlight coming in through the mullioned windows.
He was tall with a strong, muscular frame, short dark hair, dark hard eyes.
Viktor Krum himself.
He was smirking nastily as he came up to her and she flinched as he put his hand up to her face, gently pushing her hair away from her face with a Quidditch calloused finger.
Ivan took his rough hand away from her mouth and wrapped it tighter around her middle as Krum growled in Bulgarian words she didn\'t understand, his tone making her feel naked and exposed.
\"What are you doing?! No! NO! Let me GO! Get OFF me!\"
But then he grabbed a handful of her hair and with his face only inches way from her, staring into her eyes, he said in stiff English,
\"Ah, pritty Morgan, your boyfrin iz not around to save you zis time.\"
Morgan stared at him feeling her stomach sink.
Oh God, what is he going to do?
\"P-Please-dont....\"
That same horrible, leering smile came over Krum\'s face.
\"I still wait for you to kizz back.\"
\"Please, let me go!\"
\"But iz not kizz I vont zis time. Iz something more, Kutchka.\"
\"LET GO OF ME!!\"
She tried to scream out in the echoey gloom but the stinging blow from Krum\'s hard hand across her face cut any noise dead and knocked her senseless for a moment or two.
\"Mlukvay, Zatvaryay si ustata! Ne se ebavaj s men!\" [\"Shut your mouth! Don\'t fuck with me!\"]
She wasn\'t sure whether she should be surprised that he would be doing this sort of thing or not. After all, he and Draco had been at each other\'s throats ever since Krum had arrived here.
In the short time Durmstrangs had been at Hogwarts they had been in no less than three vicious scraps together, the results of which Morgan could just make out on Krum\'s face, some fading bruises under one eye and a cut lip.
Since the incident at the Yule Ball, their hatred for each other had now been taken a new and frightening level and Morgan was finding herself right in the middle of it.
Ivan\'s rough hands were locked around his forearms in front of her body, crushing her ribs.
Morgan flinched as Viktor stared at her with his horrible brutal sneer.
His slid his hand down her neck, over the pulse point and over her collar bone, dipping under the fabric of her school blouse as it did so, all the time muttering what sounded like profanities under his breath, his eyes following his fingers.
When he found himself restricted by the buttons on her blouse he ripped his hand down with one easy movement and the buttons flew off, her blouse coming open and revealing her smooth, curved breasts under a white cotton bra.
Viktor took all this in with a look that made her feel sick as his hand ran over her breasts roughly, squeezing her and hurting her.
\"No, please…don\'t do this…\"

Then, with both hands, he roughly took hold of the fabric of bra and pulled it apart at the front, ripping it into two pieces and exposing her trembling breasts to the cold air and to their eyes.
With an awful leering smile his hands came up once again and closed over her breasts then he dipped his head down to her and she could feel his tongue and his hot mouth over her breasts, sucking hungrily at her nipples and nipping the soft, tender flesh of her breasts with sharp teeth. Morgan bucked and arched trying to stop the contact on her skin, tears of panic and anger burning her eyes.
She knew what was going to happen and that she couldn\'t get away from them.
She felt his Quidditch-strengthened fingers on her thighs and he pushed her pleated school skirt up then took hold of the fabric of her panties and viciously ripped off of her just like her bra.
He looked self satisfied and laughed something in Bulgarian to his friend putting her panties into his pocket.
Morgan tried to squeeze her thighs together but Viktor was standing in between her knees and she couldn\'t close them as his hands slid up the soft, smooth skin of her inner thighs.
She was nothing but a rag doll held between them.
They were strong and athletic enough to do anything they liked to her and she couldn\'t fight back.
She shrieked out as she felt Viktor\'s long fingers penetrate her in one sharp movement, deep and rough.
Her body bucked and her head went back as his fingers went into her, his thumb closing over her clitoris and making small circular movements knowing exactly how to manipulate her, making her ready for him.
She felt helpless and vulnernable as her wetness came into contact with the chill air and she could feel every movement of his thick, long fingers inside her, scraping the delicate walls of her insides, probing and pushing.
She wanted to be sick.
After a few long moments he pulled his hand away and was made to watch with mounting horror as he undid his trousers and eased his huge, swollen cock out and began rubbing it up and down in one hand making sure she could see what was coming, mocking her fear.
He was big.
Very big.
With one final effort Morgan ferociously arched her back and kicked with all her might and nearly managed to struggle free from Ivan\'s grip as she almost had him off balance but another stinging blow to her face from Krum made her body limp with defeat.
They had hold of her so tight after that there was no room for her to move.
Morgan closed her eyes as she felt his forearms go around the inside of her knees and lift her off the ground and felt his naked erection pressing against her as Viktor positioned himself, his strong arms holding her in position with ease.
No! No! No! Not this! Not with him! Oh God, help me, Draco…where are you?
Krum snarled as he tried again and again to push himself into her, but her body was so tense he couldn\'t penetrate.
Viktor cursed loudly in frustration and landed Morgan a stinging blow across the face for this, then he growled something to Ivan and Morgan felt herself being lowered to the ground, the crushing pressure released from her ribs.
For one moment she wondered whether they were going to let her go after all but then Krum was between her legs again.
With one hand he held both her wrists down against the stone floor above her head whilst with his other hand he pushed his cock against her again.
Then, when he had positioned himself he once again hooked her knees over his elbows and she felt his strong fingers grip her wrists bruisingly as he and held her down.
He forced himself into her, shallowly at first but then, with sheer brutality, to her limit and beyond.
Morgan\'s head whipped back and her body went rigid.
She felt as if she was going to explode as he filled her utterly, and she screamed her throat raw even though Viktor put a gagging hand over her mouth again to stop the noise.
He had penetrated her so hard and so brutally she thought she was going to pass out.
\"Oh God-it hurts-it hurts-please stop-it hurts too much!! \"
Viktor took no notice and continued to thump into her again and again, harder and faster, grunting like an animal and each time she felt as if he was going to push right through her limits and tear into her entire body, reflex causing her to draw and hold her breath with every thrust.
His rhythm was hard, fast and relentless and he rutted her for what seemed like forever, banging her head hard against the stone wall behind her until she ached with the stress and pain and could feel herself buckling under the strain as Ivan stood over them both watching, a nasty smirk on his lips.
She felt Viktor\'s bruising mouth biting at her throat, the rough stubble on his face burning her skin and then felt the warm wetness that seeped as he ruptured her, slamming in and out of her, over and over.
For a moment or two her vision went white and she heard ringing in her ears as she passed out momentarily from the pain.
Viktor\'s rasping and groaning finally came to a peak as he reached his own release and half consciously she felt him shudder and groan loudly as he flooded her with warm wetness, exploding and pulsing inside her, swearing in Bulgarian.
He collapsed on top of her for a long moment as he caught his breath and finally withdrew from her.
She could feel his heart beating against her skin and his dampness made her cold as it hit the chilled air.
But she didn\'t move.
Couldn\'t bear to move.
She shut her eyes tight and waited.
She opened her eyes after a little while to see both men were standing over her, Viktor languidly still doing up his flies and the Ivan stretching.
She noticed blood on the floor and smears on the inside of her thighs.
Oh God....oh God....oh God..
What he had done to her inside?
Then after a moment or two of them talking to each other in Bulgarian Krum bent down and grabbed her painfully by the arm pulling her up to face him and staring right into her face only inches away from her.
\"You do not tell any von about zis or I come for you again.....little Kuchka,\" he hissed at her through his teeth.
She stared at him unable to move as his other hand whipped around the back of her head painfully grabbing a handful of her long, red hair behind which was bloody from where she had been bashed against the stone wall and he forced his mouth over hers, his tongue going deep into hers in a brutal, copper-tasting kiss which cut the inside of her mouth against her teeth.
Morgan couldn\'t resist him anymore.
She felt like a rag doll as Viktor\'s tongue pushed so far into her mouth she thought she was going to choke.
At last he pulled away from her, flinging her back down onto the floor where she stayed.
\"Pirhaps nixt time I make you suck my cock.\"
Both of them laughed to each other, turning away without a second look and walked away as if nothing had happened.
Morgan lay where she had been pushed for a good few minutes, aching and hurting, not even wanting to move her legs for fear that the pain Viktor had left her with would increase.
She was shaking violently from the freezing cold room and shock and knew she had to try and stand up but her legs wobbled and she had to steady herself against the wall to stand properly.
\'Come on! Get up, for Gods sake....\'
But as soon as she did she went dizzy and vomited, bending double, her arms wrapped around her stomach which was cramping horribly, convulsing achingly and it didn\'t stop until it was empty.
She couldn\'t stand upright or balance properly.
She felt so dizzy that she sank to her knees again still holding on to the wall tensing up waiting to for the pain to subside.
\'What has he done to me?\'
Morgan tentatively looked down to see blood and semen trickling down her bruised legs but she quickly looked way not allowing herself to acknowledge what she saw.
\'Oohhh......\'
She couldn\'t think straight.
She tried to take some deep breaths and clear her head.
\'I must get back to the dorm … get a bath....\'
She held onto the wall and tried to pull her clothing together.
She felt emotionally numb.
There was no sound of anyone now.
She made her way into the cold, dimly lit cloister once again.
She was in shock.
Her head felt light and fever drenched body shook from head to foot, and her breathing was shallow and rapid as she carefully stepped forward.
She wished that Draco would come to her but she knew he was at Quidditch practice right now.
Probably that was the reason Viktor had chosen this time for his attack.
She wished she was able to do telepathic charms and thought how much more she would pay attention in class from now on.
\'I\'m gonna be late for class.....I think....I-I can\'t remember what....\'
She couldn\'t think.
Couldn\'t take in what had just happened.
Her head thumped and her ears rang as she clung on to the wall, nausea rising like waves through her and her legs shaking, not able to take her weight.
Then everything turned to stars and she keeled forward and collapsed onto the floor unconscious, cracking her skull against the wall as she fell forward to the stone floor.