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            She stood there in the middle of a mirrored room with no obvious seams; it resonated it's own glow. Her clothes had been forced from her body.  And her arms were in shackles pulled up above her head. She was facing the mirrored wall opposite the door, so when he walked in, their eyes met before she dropped hers to the floor. She knew her place.



            Curls fell over one shoulder, leaving the other exposed. Slowly he walked up behind her, placing his lips on bare flesh but not kissing.  His hands instinctively moved to her milky white hips, gently caressing. She moaned at his touch, her skin on fire. He reached his hand up to caress her breast before twirling her nipple between his fingers. She moaned again.



            “Oh you like that don't you?" he whispered in her ear, sending goose bumps up and down her naked form.



            "Yes sir." she sighed between subtle gasps.



             Leaving her breast he moved down her abdomen, tickling the sides. More goose bumps spread. His traveling hand now between her thighs.



            "Open your legs." His words now came more harshly.



            She shifted her weight on her feet to allow him better access to her center. He skimmed his fingers along the slit of her warmth, she was soaked. His free hand traveled up along her back to her hair, entwining them all the way to the scalp.



            “You’re going to be a good little girl aren't you?" he said, more as a fact than a question.

“Yes sir,” she replied.



            With that he pulled her head back hard, immediately sucking, and biting her exposed neck. Forcefully plunging one finger into her wet hole, then another, finally a third. She screamed in agony as he violated her sex.



            “Such a tight little mudblood slut." He breathed into her neck.



            He brutally pumped his fingers deep into her body. She’ll be bruised for sure.  The assault ensued and her body began to betray her. The pressure was building, he could feel it. He slowed his pace, and he unwound his fingers from her hair, giving her neck a break but only for a moment. His hand clamped around her throat, and her head fell back onto his shoulder, forcing her to look at him in the mirror. She gasped for air.



            “You’ll cum soon enough, but only when I say.  Do you understand me, you little bitch?" He spoke threateningly to her image. She strained a nod.



            His grip slacked, and she choked and coughed, willing air into her burning lungs. Still in a slow paced motion, he curved the tips of his fingers so they grazed the soft spongy spot within. Her throat vibrated beneath his hand as she moaned.



            "Ah, ah not yet little girl." He whispered as his hand tightened on her throat once more. Stars were bursting in her eyes from the lack of oxygen.



            His fingers still fucked her sex slowly, relinquishing his grasp to smack her breast, before harshly grabbing and pulling at it, leaving it raw and red. Feeling her walls tightening on around his fingers, his hand found its place back around her neck, slightly squeezing. Kissing her jaw line to her ear.



            He whispered in a hoarse voice, "I want you to cum now.  I want to feel that tight little twat, fuck my fingers."



            He quickened the pace, hard and desperate. Her hips now gyrating, she needed that final touch. “Please, pleeasse," she managed through moans and gasps. Granting her wish, he slid his thumb over her budding clit, never taking his eyes off her while, her moans filled the room. She came hard on his hand, as he lavished at her neck.



            He let her right out her orgasm, before retreating back to the door.

Draco turned around one last time before exiting.



            “The others won’t be as pleasing.” He stated, and then walked out.

 

         



            She stood there in the middle of a mirrored room with no obvious seams; it resonated it's own glow. Her clothes had been forced from her body. And her arms were in shackles pulled up above her head. Her bruised and swollen cunt dripped its juices on the floor