Back Alley

My name is Hermione Granger. I am a graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I run a small bookshop and apothecary in Hogsmeade. I occasionally go out to the bars in London with my roommate, Michelle Vaughn, a friend of mine who graduated from the Salem Academy in the states, whom I met whilst she was touring England after graduation, a year after the war with Voldemort. Tonight is one of those nights that we've decided to have a little fun, and we've found a little dive bar not far from the Leaky Cauldron in Muggle London. It's frequented by magical folk, simply because of it's closeness and availability to our own world. We keep a low profile though.

There is a band playing tonight - a local band. I can't seem to remember their name and it's so dim in the bar that I can't read the poster on the wall, but it really doesn't matter at the moment. I'm wearing a short skirt - it hits about three inches above my knees. It's black and loose - and when I dance, it flairs - modest, yet flirtatious. The top I'm wearing is a black clingy button down short sleeve. My roommate approves - I'm wearing a simple black bra underneath, and I have the top four buttons undone so you can see my cleavage, my bra, and just the barest hint of midriff when I stretch. She calls it some form of naughty - also fairly modest because unless you pay attention, you'd think the bra was just a part of the shirt.

I grin as I smooth my hands over my waist and wiggle my toes inside my three inch red "fuck me" heels. The guy on the opposite end of the bar that I've been sneaking glances at for the last half hour or so is walking over. I've finished the vodka and coke he's sent me, and the warmth of the liquor settles low in my belly where a new spark is igniting as he asks if I want to dance. I nod and take the hand he offers, and we're somewhere on the floor - he has one hand on my hip and the other takes my hand, settling it on his neck, then lets his fingers whisper down my arm, the curve of my breast, the dip of my waist, then playfully tugs at my skirt as he rubs his growing erection slowly against my ass. I thread my fingers through his long, dark hair, stroking his neck.

We sway to the music, and I tease him, subtly rotating my hips, bumping more firmly into him. He slips his fingers under the hem of my shirt, caresses my belly, and buries his nose in my long hair against my neck. This continues until the last haunting chords are played, and he bites my neck - hard enough that I jump, not so hard to bruise. I turn and look up at him with a cheeky grin on my face and tug at his belt.

We are closer to the door than I had realized, and he takes my hand and tugs me out, just as I wink at my roommate. No one will be looking for me - and Michelle isn't worried. I have my wand strapped to my thigh, and I've learned some wandless magic in my ten years since Hogwarts - I'm perfectly safe from anything I don't wish to get myself into.

There is an alley several yards from the entrance to the bar, and when we reach it, he pauses to listen. No one else is down there, and it's likely there won't be. It's been a slow evening. He turns and hooks a finger in my shirt, tugging it down some so my bra is fully exposed. This is how he tugs me further into the alley. Finally, after what seems like forever, he lets me go and backs up a couple steps.

"Unbutton your shirt." His voice is low, slightly gravelly, and I obey. "Get on your knees." I comply. "Unbuckle my belt ... unzip my jeans. Reach in. Grasp my cock, rub it. You like that don't you?" I nod, my brown eyes glued to the bulge I'm stroking. "Pull it out. stroke my cock. There you go. Lick me." I drag my tongue from the base of his cock on the underside to the head, wetting him as much as I can, gripping the base of his penis, feeling the teeth of his zipper dig into my hand even as the pavement digs into my knees. I slowly twist my fist around him probing his head and his slit with the tip of my tongue, tasting, savoring. "Umm ... " He murmurs, sliding his fingers through my curls (which, thank Merlin, have tamed somewhat with age) with one hand, bracing himself on the brick wall behind him with his back, caressing my shoulder with his second hand. Cheekily, I lightly scrape my teeth over the head of his cock, testing - and I get a great response.

The fingers in my hair tighten, and when he's satisfied with his stinging grip, he buries my head closer to him.

"Suck me," he commands. There's a warning in his voice, a warning that announces that if I'm not good enough, he'll zip up and find someone else who is, and leave me in this damp alley - hopelessly aroused. So, I suck, and I am damn good at it. Soon, he is moaning, and thrusting into my mouth. My tongue dances about him, the silver bar in my muscle helping me tease him. My fist strokes and twists ...

Strokes, and twists.

I'm staring up at him and he is staring right back. I can see it in his dark eyes - he's close, but he is far from through with me. Suddenly, he yanks my head back and drags me up my body by my hair, he kisses me hard as he continues to assert his dominance, and regain his control. His throbbing erection is trapped between our bodies, sticking and rubbing against my bare stomach. The spark that had been lit in my belly by our dance was a steadily rising inferno. He releases my hair and grabs my ass, turning us so my back is against the brick wall. He pushes up my skirt as I frantically undo the buttons of his shirt and the front clasp of my bra, needing to feel his skin against my own. He smirks as he runs his hand over my wand, but leaves it be.

Faintly, I think I can hear footsteps, but if they are there, I no longer care because his fingers are digging into my dripping pussy and his teeth are tugging on my ear. "No panties? Such a fucking slut, aren't you?" he scrapes his thumbnail slowly across my clit and I let out a strangled cry.

"Answer me," he growls. I nod. "Yes," I breathe.

"You came to the bar, hoping for this, didn't you?" he asks, torturing me with light touches. "You came to the bar, hoping you'd find some guy to fuck you, to tear apart your sweet little cunt with their cock, didn't you?"

"Yes," I whimper.

He boosts me and I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into the small of his back, surrendering my pussy to anything and everything he desires. Open for any attack, any pleasure, and he moves his cock slowly into my pussy. "How's that, slut?"

"Faster," I moan, wiggling my ass, trying to get him to move. After long, excruciating moments he is buried to the hilt inside me, and I feel so wonderfully stretched. "Please," I pant.

He rotates his hips slightly and I cry out. "What would you do to get me to move?" he asks, biting my neck again. "What will you do for me, slut? Why should I move faster? Why should I let you come? Why should I give you any pleasure at all?"

I cry out when he smacks my ass - hard - for not answering right away. "I'll do anything - I'm yours. Your fucking slut. Anything you want. My body - do whatever you want to it - I just - I need to come. Let me come!" I growl.

"Good answer," he purrs, and thrusts into me once, hard and fast. "You're so fucking tight," he says, and thrusts again. I cry out in frustration. Is this better, or worse than the slow torture, this intermittent thrusting? I don't know - but I love all of it. "I wonder," he says, thrusting again, scraping my back and ass against the brick, "if you've ever had a cock up your ass?"

"N-no - never," I stammer. Should I have been so quick to promise exactly anything?

"Hm," He thrusts, again. And Again. And finally, there's a reliable rhythm. " If you come, before I tell you that you can, I will walk away, and you will get nothing else, understand me, slut?" More? He's promising more of this? Oh, hell yes.

"I, I promise!"

He smacks my ass again. "You promise what, slut?

"I won't come until you let me!" My pussy muscles squeeze his cock tight, and I'm raking my nails across his back, trying desperately to comply with my promise. I want nothing more to come, but the promises that this wizard's dominance has brought so quickly fascinate me, and I am unwilling to let him go just yet.

"You found a good one, friend. Anything? Now that's a promise." another voice purrs to my left. I jerk my head in his direction and I am awed at the sight of this tall, muscular, blond man stroking his beautiful prick only a few feet from where my handsome wizard is mercilessly screwing me into the wall. I'm speechless, and horny. Anything, I had said. Anything.

My wizard nibbles on my neck and slows his thrusting, settling me deep over his cock, and moves my back away from the wall. The second man comes up behind me and probes my anus with slick fingers. I gasp as one, then another slip in, slowly stroking in and out. As soon as I had seen the man, I knew I was to be shared. But like this? I started to protest.

"I don't think I'm ready..." I stammer, then yelp as my ass is smacked, by both men. "You said anything," I am reminded. "Do you want us to walk away?" I hesitate, and the fingers slip out of my hole. Immediately I shake my head no. "I'm ok. I'm ready. Don't walk away," I say.

The man behind me smiles evilly, I can see it out of the corner of my eyes. "We don't care if you're ok, slut. We just want a good fuck." With this, he shoves his cock in my ass, all the way. It's painful, and I feel stretched, over full, and violated.

It's the best feeling I have ever had.

They wait a moment, not wanting me to scream and alert anyone who wouldn't approve (not that they care, ultimately, but they really don't wish for any interruptions, and they say as much, sneering at me), but then, they begin to move. They tell me to stay still, and I try, but I wiggle too, especially after a few brutal thrusts that begin to feel amazing. I get smacked, but it isn't a deterrent. The man fucking my cunt is in charge of smacking me when I don't listen, and the man fucking my ass brutalizes my breasts. He twists my nipples, gropes the full globes of my soft flesh, and I moan, loudly, not giving a damn who finds us.

"I - I need to -" I need to come, but I remember my promise. For several more thrusts, I'm hopelessly ignored. They keep grunting in my ear. "So, fucking tight," "Slut. You're a slut," "Come loving slut," "take my cock, bitch,"

Then, the man at my back reaches down and mashes my clit, and the man in my cunt tells me - "Now, bitch. Come all over me, now,"

And like a good little slut, I do.

I cry out, and I spasm and come all over - And so do they. Their juices spill out of my pussy, out of my ass. And then, they slip out of me, and I am set back on my wobbly knees. "Clean us with your mouth," I'm commanded, faced with their members. I move from one to the other, licking and suckling them clean. When our come is gone, I lick my lips and stare up at them with a sexy smile. The second wizard reaches out and yanks me up by my hair after he and his friend have tucked themselves away. He steadies me and kisses me, biting my full lower lip, pawing at my breasts again before closing the clasp on my bra and re buttoning my shirt halfway. He moves behind me and drops to his knees as his friend does in front of me. They tell me to hold my skirt up and stay still. They steady me with their hands, and return the favor, burying their faces into my cunt and ass, licking my thighs and my lips until I am allowed to come again, and they lap up my second orgasm with expert tongues.

They stand and grin at me, and I grin back, They take my hands, walk me to the apparition point, and in the next moment, we are standing in a lavishly decorated bedroom. The bed in the center is enormous, and I am immediately wet again when I see the restraints tied to each bedpost.

"Do you work tomorrow?" They ask.

"No," I reply. "I'm off for the next two days. You asked me that yesterday, Lucius."

"Just checking, pet," he says, removing his shirt, then mine.

"Hermione, when did you get your tongue pierced?" Severus asks, leading me to the bed, shedding his own clothing.

"Earlier today. I took a healing potion. I wanted to surprise you, and there was no way I was waiting six months for it to heal. Especially when I had a teensy bit of an inkling what my birthday present was going to be." I grin as Lucius smacks my ass and pushes me back onto the bed.

"Beautiful surprise, pet." he said, and the two ex Death Eaters leered at me, promising a fantastic birthday.