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When Severus strode into the Great Hall during breakfast time, the murmur of the students died away, all eyes following him as he billowed up to the High Table. In front of the teacher’s usual place, three students were waiting for him, with their backs to the Professors, each wearing a Slytherin green leather collar and matching cuffs, holding their arms behind their backs.
Alecto had caught the thee Gryffindors trying to break into Severus’ office an hour ago, and now they were awaiting their punishment. It was easy as child play to glean from Potter’s mind that they were trying to steal the sword of Gryffindor. Unfortunately, the children had no idea what they needed it for – they attempted to repossess it because Albus tried to bequeath it to Potter.
Severus kept what he saw in the foolish boy’s mind to himself. If he wanted to win the war, the Dark Lord couldn’t learn that the children were trying to destroy his Horcruxes. He knew it would be a difficult year, trying to help Potter without being caught. They were already giving him a headache and it was only September.
Regardless, he had been desperately hoping for a chance to put Miss Granger in her place, and finally he would get to do it. Severus had taken a detour to his lab to drink a couple of potions to make sure he could make the most of the occasion, and grabbed a few little surprises for Granger. His balls tightened in anticipation; only his self-control, forged as a double agent and spy, could keep a happy smile of his face.
He came to a stop in front of the three delinquents, facing the student body.
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Hermione’s heart was beating erratically in her chest as the Headmaster strode up to them, ready to address the students. The Great Hall was so silent one could hear a pin drop and all she could hear was a thundering of her blood in her ears.
“These three student have been caught trying to break into my study,” Professor Snape announced, his baritone ringing through the large hall. “This is an extremely serious offence. They are all finishing their last year of education, and they should have known better than to attempt such blatant law breaking. Once they leave this institute the consequences of their actions will be much more dire than a simple detention. As this is our final chance to teach them their due places in society, they will be punished severely, for their own good. Let their example be a deterrent for all of you.”
Hermione shivered in fear. The Carrows had been rumoured to use the Cruciatus on their students, and they were just mindless brutes. She shuddered to think of what Professor Snape could come up with to make an example out of them.
After a short, dramatic pause, he continued, “Mr Weasley. Your actions are most unbecoming of someone of your blood status. As a punishment I will dock 5 points from Gryffindor and you have a detention with Madam Pince to dust the shelves of the library. This should give you a chance to meditate on the stupidity of your actions.”
Hermione’s heart fluttered with hope. A murmur run through the student body, only to die equally fast as the Headmaster swept his eyes over the crowd. No one wanted to be caught talking.
Professor Snape flicked his wand at Ron, and his restraints dissolved into thin air. Thrusting Ron’s wand back at him, the Professor said, “Now, get back to your house table and keep your head down if you know what’s good for you.”
Ron, looking utterly confused, took his wand, muttered “Yes, Headmaster,” under his breath and scurried away, casting worried glances at his friends over his shoulder.
“Mr Potter,” Professor Snape continued in a dangerously silky voice. Hermione heard Harry gulp loudly, she couldn’t blame him. “You may be labouring under the delusion that your father’s old family gives you status. Makes you… above the law, perhaps? Let me dissuade you from this ridiculous notion. As a mere half-blood, you need to learn to respect your betters. Thirty point from Gryffindor for your reckless actions. As a task fit for your mediocre abilities, you will be cleaning all the student toilets in the castle until the end of year. Without magic. Do I make myself clear?”
Harry turned an unappealing shade of puce, but to Hermione’s relief, he cast his eyes down instead of talking back. She had expected them to be expelled, which would have made their task, entrusted by Professor Dumbledore, nearly impossible.
“Yes, Professor Snape,” he said. Hermione doubted he would ever address him as Headmaster.
Professor Snape freed Harry too, and even returned his wand before sending him off to sit with the rest of her housemates.
That left Hermione.
Given how the Headmaster seemed to stress their blood status before handing out the punishment, she already had a feeling that Professor Snape had something terrible in mind for her. But when he turned her way with a predatory smile on his face, Hermione’s stomach dropped in fear.
“Miss Granger,” he started in an almost silken tone. “I cannot stress enough just how inappropriate, insolent, imbecilic it was of you to attempt to invade my privacy. For your action Gryffindor House will lose a hundred and fifty points, and you will be administered… corporal punishment. The severity of your punishment is not meant for innocent eyes... so everyone under the age of eighteen, head back to your common rooms, where you'll be served breakfast."
Hermione’s eyes widened with fear. Was Professor Snape going to torture her?
For a few minutes the Great Hall was filled with the sound of chairs scraping the marble floor, as bewildered students rose, casting curious glances in her direction as the filled out of the room. Hermione's heart was hammering in her chest as professor Snape rose his wand, and made the doors slam shut with a loud echo.
He pulled a vial of bright pink potion from one of his inner pockets and with a tap of his wand, he removed the stopper. He wound his free hand in her hair, and used it as some kind of handle to drag her against his body, forcing her head back.
Hermione let out a squeal of pain and surprise, and Professor Snape quickly poured the potion into her throat. It tasted faintly of strawberries and anis; she could not identify what it was. With rising panic, she attempted to spit it out, but he held her head tightly. Hermione couldn’t see what he was doing, but suddenly his other hand was also free, and he pinched her nose shut.
Hermione struggled against her urge to swallow, but after a few, long seconds her need to breath won and she swallowed the unknown concoction. Her mind was racing; conjuring one possible, horrible purpose the potion could serve after another.
Would it torture her? Lock away her magic? Give her terrible visions? Yet, when the Headmaster whispered in her ear, still holding her tight by her hair, she was unprepared for what he said to her. “Now, my little breeding toy, it’s time to put a baby in your belly.”
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Severus was keenly aware that Albus had left him in a perilous position, having to balance between the Order and the Dark Lord. He knew there was a good chance he would not live to see the end of the war, but he was unwilling to go without leaving his mark on the world.
Fortunately for him, he lived in a castle full of young, nubile, fertile women, who all but begged to be bred. Unfortunately, even young and fertile women were only fertile for a few days in a month he would have to get very lucky to fill the witches with his cum on the right day.
Severus didn’t like leaving things to chance. He was, also, a potions master, and while a potion that made women ovulate were finicky to brew, he had the skills to do so.
Miss Granger would not be walking out of the room without his baby in her belly.
The potion took a few minutes to work, but Severus could use that time to prepare his new breeding toy and make her ready and wet for him. While Severus preferred his witches wriggling and unwilling, sticking his dick in a dry hole was unpleasant at best. He could certainly use a lubrication charm, but the power of being able to make the unwilling witch wet or even force her to orgasm against her will gave him a thrill nearly as pleasurable as emptying his balls in them did.
Looking into the frightened eyes of the girl made his cock twitch with arousal. Giving her a predatory smile that made her flinch, Severus flicked his wand at the castle’s floor, summoning the Punishment Platform. It was a sort of stage, in the middle of all the Great Hall, between the house tables. It had been positioned so to enable students to watch it from all sides, and it hadn’t been used in centuries. When the castle had been founded more than a thousand years ago, wizards had a very different idea of what was and wasn’t child-appropriate.
The platform had been used to hand out punishments like caning and flogging. In the sixteenth century Headmistress Reinhardt was well-known for setting up pillories and locking children in it who tried to sneak food from the kitchen. The last one to use it was Headmaster Lavosh, at the beginning of the nineteenth century. He believed that the enchantment on the platform that ensured that every whisper of the punished student could be heard in even the furthest hook of the Great Hall would serve as a deterrent to would-be miscreants.
And now, nearly two centuries later, when Severus summoned it, it rose, not with pillories or whipping stands. Instead, it had a sort of wooden dais, roughly the size of a coffee table. It was perfect for his toy to kneel on; it would place her at the optimal height for Severus to fuck her. It had metal rings embedded in it, to fasten the limbs of the witch to it and keep her in place while he bred her.
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Hermione felt that her legs had turned into jelly as Professor Snape was dragging by her hair towards the middle of the Great Hall. She could not believe what he had just said. She must have been in a dream. A nightmare.
“You should feel honoured, Miss Granger,” he taunted her as he led her up the few steps to a podium she had never seen before. “You will be the first one to be disciplined on the Punishment Platform in two hundred years. “We should make sure to give your fellow students a good show.”
When they ascended the stairs, Hermione saw a wooden dais, with metal rings sunken in its surface, arranged in a rectangle pattern. Before she could realise what was going on, Professor Snape unfastened her hands from behind her back, and conjured magical ropes from thin air. Fast as vipers, the ropes attached themselves to the D-rings of her cuffs and dragged her onto the wooden platform, fastening her wrists to two of the rings.
Hermione felt rather than saw the same happening to her ankles. The ropes pulled her legs apart, spreading them wide before securing her ankles to the rings. In a few moments she was immobilised, on all fours. When she tugged on her bonds in vain reality hit her. Professor Snape was really going to rape her while her classmates and teachers were watching.
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Severus decided to give Miss Granger a few moments to let her… appreciate her impending fate and allow its implications sink in. The Punishment Platform had anticipated Severus’ needs perfectly, placing the girl at the perfect height for him to empty his balls into her. Securing her in doggy-style fashion probably added to her humiliation.
Severus pointed his wand at her and called “Evanesco!” vanishing her clothes, leaving her wearing only the cuffs and collar the Carrows have placed on her.
He watched with a satisfied smirk as Miss Granger let out a high-pitched squeal, her arms jerking against the bonds, as if she was trying to cover her naked form. The ropes held, and suddenly her perfect breasts and naked butt was revealed for everyone in the Great Hall to see.
“Nice tits, Granger,” Draco shouted into the shocked silence. Severus gave the boy an indulgent smile, and watched with satisfaction as the girl blushed furiously.
After Malfoys comment, the room was filled with catcalls and comments about her body, suggestions to what he should do to her. “Did you see her bum? I would love to bury my cock in it.’ ‘What do you recon her throat would feel like?’ ‘Dude, I would love to fuck those tits.’ ‘Nah, Lisa’s breasts are much bigger.’ ‘Give it to her good, Professor!’ ‘Yeah, spank the little mudblood for us!’
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Hermione wanted to sink through the floor in embarrassment. Her entire body, her most private parts were laid open ad bare for everyone to see, and she couldn’t do anything to cover herself, to stop the stares. She could practically feel the gaze of the older boys burning her skin.
“No, no, no, no… please Professor Snape, please don’t do this,” Hermione pleaded desperately.
“Tut, tut, Miss Granger. You’ve been a very bad girl, and you need to be punished or you’ll never learn your lesson. This is all for your own good,” he taunted. “Now, let’s make you nice, wet and ready for me, shall we?” he added with a dark chuckle.
He cupped a large hand around her breast, lifting it, squeezing it leisurely. Hermione squealed, trying to twist away from him. She had never even allowed anyone to see her breasts, and he had exposed them to everyone. She couldn’t’ believe that she was powerless to stop Professor Snape from playing with her; her restraints keeping her in place at his convenience.
He pinched her nipple, and Hermione let out a pained little shriek. Surprisingly, he softened his touch, rolling his thumb over her nipple almost gently. He continued to play with her breast for a few minutes, teasing her nipple into a hard pebble before switching to the other breast.
“Stop! Please Professor, please stop!”
“No need to worry, Miss Granger. You were made for this. Just look at your nice tits, my little breeding toy. They feel perfect in my hands. The size of the areolas is perfectly proportioned and their colour is really pretty. I love your sensitive little nipples; they seem to prefer gentle teasing,” he informed the whole school. His announcement was met by a cheer rising from the Slytherin table and Hermione thought she would die of shame. She caught Ron’s eyes, who was staring at her ashen faced, his jaw hanging open, and she tore her gaze away.
While professor Snape continued to knead and enjoy her breast, he trailed a gentle hand along her spine, the touch light and barely there. His hand came to a stand on her buttock, cupping it, stroking his thumb over her globe.
Hermione jerked, leaning forward, trying to pull away from his touch. “Stop! Please sir.. please stop touching me… please …” Her begging only made him chuckle, and he continued to play with her breast, trailing his long fingers along her crack and between her legs, trailing along the sensitive skin of her netherlips.
It caught her off-guard, and with another squeal, she tugged on her ankles, trying to close her legs. Hermione felt her face burn with humiliation; she didn’t want her Potions Professor to touch her there, she didn’t want all the students watch her naked body squirm and struggle.
The ropes didn’t give, they held her in place, her legs spread, offering Professor Snape access to her. All of her.
“Please Professor, please stop! Please don’t touch me there… please I don’t want to…”
“Tut, tut, Miss Granger, the point of punishment is that you don’t want it,” he replied, running his fingers along her pussylips again, from her core to the starting point where they came together. He repeated the motion, over and over, while Hermione tried to close her legs in vain.
Professor Snape let go of her breast and move up behind her, grabbing her ass and spreading Hermione open to him.
“No, please don’t look… please stop, Professor… please don’t do this to me…”
“No need to wail like that, little girl. I do quite like what I see. You have a lovely pussy, made to be used, and pumped full of hot cum. Nice plump lips,” he informed her, taking inventory of Hermione’s genitals. “The inner lips are a lovely colour, and a pretty shape too. No need to be embarrassed, I will enjoy using it quite a bit,” he taunted her.
Hermione felt as Professor Snape placed his hands just outside of her outer lips, and pushed them together, running his hands down along her pussy. The motion forced the outer lips together for a short moment, as if he was closing a zipper. It put just a small amount of pressure on her clit, and a short jolt of pleasure shot through her, which made her freeze in her struggling.
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Severus smirked to himself when a small gasp escaped from Miss Granger. Thanks to the enchantment on the platform, the whole school would know she was starting to enjoy him playing with her. With a self-satisfied smirk, he repeated the motion, nice and slow, a dozen or so times, warming her up for some more direct stimulation.
He was going to taunt the little know-it-all for getting wet while he abused her. The prospect of humiliating her while he pushed his cock in her unwilling tight heat made him strain against his pants.
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Professor Snape kept repeating the motion, each stroke sending a small jolt though Hermione, she bit her lips, trying to ignore the pleasant sensation. Sometimes he would run his thumb along the edge of her sensitive lips, teasing, taunting her.
“Granger seems to like Snape’s hand in her twat just fine,” Blaise Zabini jeered. The Slytherin table erupted in laugh. The humiliation helped chase away any pleasure that started building.
“No! Stop, please Professor Snape, please stop…”
“Mr Zabini seems to be correct, Miss Granger. Your lovely little pussy is getting wetter,” he told her, running a couple of finger between her lips. To her horror, he lifted his hand away from her and held up his hand, forming a V with his fingers, showing everyone her juices clinging between them.
“The Headmaster is a Master Potioneer, can make any liquid,” Theodore Nott shouted over the jeers. Hermione was sure she would die of shame.
Professor Snape returned his attention to her, cupping her pussy in a hand. His thumb massaging slow, gentle circles over her entrance, his fingers rubbing between her lips, gently pressing down on her pearl of pleasure. She couldn’t help but gasp.
There was a sound of a chair ‘s legs scraping across the floor, followed by a loud bang, as if someone stood up too suddenly, knocking their chair over.
“Sit back down, Mr Weasley. This little demonstration should be… educational for you, for more than one reason,” Professor Snape ordered, never pausing his gentle rubbing.
Hermione shuddered, mortified at the idea, that Ron, sweet Ron would see her like this. That he would watch Professor Snape play with and use her body. That everyone watched it happening. Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, Malfoy, Filch… everyone. She felt their eyes burning her skin, and she squeezed her eyes shut in shame.
“I bet Weasel king hasn’t even seen a naked girl… until now. You should be thanking the Headmaster!” Malfoy shouted.
“Please don’t do this to, me sir. Please stop. Please… please…” Hermione begged desperately, jerking and tugging at her bods, trying to cover herself or shove his hands away, to make it stop. It didn’t work; the ropes kept her in place and exposed.
“Miss Granger, I thought we already established that you need to learn your place in society, which, right now, is to be my little breeding toy. A little bit of added humiliation will just help the lesson to… sink in.” Hermione could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
During the exchange, his fingers never stilled or faltered, keeping up with the gentle pressure and tantalising rhythm. She didn’t want to like it, and bit her lip, trying to concentrate on anything else, but his ministrations were impossible to ignore. Hermione felt pleasure pooling in her stomach, an incredible sensation radiating from her clit. Professor Snape’s thumb pressing down, just between her entrance and bum promised a tantalising insertion, causing a sweet, trembling anticipation, a wonderful tension building in her.
Hermione didn’t want to like it, but it felt so very good.
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Severus smiled to himself. Miss Grangers breathing was turning ragged, and she probably didn’t even realise that she stopped trying to pull away from his hand. She wasn’t just growing wet, she was soaking his fingers.
She was nearly ready, he just had to wait for the potion to work. According to the potions book, it was supposed to cause an intense, needling sensation inside the witch – there was certainly going to be some visible reaction. Severus slowed his rhythm, trying to keep her on the edge, getting impatient himself; he could hardly wait to push himself into her tight, wet heat. Putting a baby in her belly would feel exquisite.
Suddenly, her back arched, and she let out a squeal, trying to jerk her sopping twat away from him, trying to close her legs. The potion must have taken effect. Severus smirked; it was time to put his new toy to good use. He could hardly wait to feel her wriggling under him.
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“There, there,” Professor Snape cooed, resuming the rubbing. “This just means that you are ready for me, my little toy.”
The Slytherins reacted with a choir of catcalls.
“Give it to her, Professor!” “Show the Gryffindor bitch how we slither-in!” “Fuck her so hard that she can’t walk right!”
Hermione whined, scared of her impending rape, trying to pull away from his intrusive hand. Professor Snape kept up the gentle rubbing, teasing her clit. He grabbed her hip with his free hand to keep her in her place, as his fingers slowly stoked the fire inside her again. The relentless rubbing just kept sending those pleasant tingles down her spine, and even though her stomach was trembling in fear, Hermione felt herself grow wetter against her will again.
When she was at the point of having to bite her lips to keep silent, he suddenly drew his hand away, and there was the sound of a zipped being opened.
“Oh my god, the Professor is huge,” she heard Daphne Greengrass say, breathless with appreciation. It made Hermione’s heart skip a beat in terror.
“Duh, of course he is! With the size of his nose?” Pansy asked with an air of superiority. Hermione had been so terrified she couldn’t even spare a thought to how stupid it was what the Slytherin girl said.
“Stop! Please Professor, please don’t do this… please stop.”
Suddenly she felt his hard penis settling between her wet lips. He did feel huge. “Please Professor! I’ve never... please don’t-”
“Don’t worry little girl,” he replied almost affectionately, patting her bum. “You were made to be used as a cocksleeve. You were made to be bred; it will be all right. Just try to relax, be a good little toy and take my cock,” he replied, grabbing onto her hips. He started rocking against her, rubbing his penis between her wet lips, his cock nudging her clit in the process, coating himself in her juices.
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Severus had known there was a good chance that he would be her fist one, but hearing it confirmed made him pleased. He didn’t normally care if he was the first one, but there was something delicious about her first time being witness by so many people, her straining against her bonds as he used her.
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“Are you ready, little girl?” he asked, placing the tip of his cock against her entrance. “I’m going to put a bay in your belly now.”
“No, no, no! Stop, please! Stop… I don’t want to, no, no, no…” Hermione started to struggle with everything she had, trying to pull free, twist out of his grip. The struggling made his penis slip out of position.
She barely noticed that the Slytherins started up a slow, rhythmic chant in the background: "Bang her! Bang her! Bang her!”
Professor Snape slapped her bum, hard. It made Hermione squeal and arch her back.
“Hold still,” he demanded. “If I say you’re getting bred that’s what’s happening,” he added, gripping her hips, pulling her wriggling form against himself. With a slow, but powerful motion he started to force himself inside her.
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The girl screamed as he slid into her sweet, hot tight warmth, and started to struggle and thrash around in earnest. She felt even better than Severus imagined, her pussy hugging him so good. Severus revelled in her desperation.
“Damn, you feel so good around my cock, little girl,” he praised her, forcing himself deeper. It wasn’t easy going, he was well-sized. Her struggling made his cock twitch with pleasure. “Don’t you worry, I’ll give it all to you and pump you full of my cum.”
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Hermione pulled, begged, screamed and struggled, but she couldn’t prevent Professor Snape from impaling her on his penis. Her bonds forced her to stay where she was as he filled her pussy with his massive hardness. She could feel him sliding deeper and deeper, filling her to the last inch, while all she could do was let him.
Her classmates kept chanting and jeering as he took her virginity. She had always imagined it would be with someone she loved. Not like… this.
“There,” he said as his balls slapped against her pussy, buried in her to the hilt. “I told you that you were made for this, I told you it would fit. That’s where you belong, struggling and wriggling on my cock. Now, let’s put a baby in your belly, my little breeding toy.”
With that he started to slowly rape her, pulling out nearly to the tip before forcing himself in her again, making her feel every inch of his considerable size. And the entire school watched as Professor Snape continued to use her helpless, tided up body, pumping in and out of her.
There was a brilliant flash of light from a magical camera. Hermione whimpered in desperation; she didn’t want pictures of her naked body and torment to be shared and looked at.
“Stop! Stop! Please…please stop!” Professor Snape ignored her pleas, thrusting in and out of her like she was just a hole to use, and she was powerless to stop him. He kept filling her with his cock over and over, his balls slapping her pussy. He kept a firm grip on Hermione’s hips as he pushed himself into her, forcing her pussy to stretch, accommodating his invading penis, again and again.
“Granger can really take a cock like a pro,” she heard Pansy saying. “Makes one wonder how often she did it to get that big O.”
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Slowly Granger’s pleas softened to small whimpers, and her desperate thrashing stopped. She must have gotten used to being stretched around his cock, perhaps accepted her fate as his little toy.
That wouldn’t do.
Severus let go of her hip and buried his hand in her hair, grabbing her close to the scalp. He increased his pace, using her mass of curls as a handle, pulling her body onto his hard length. He slammed himself into her, his balls slapping against her little twat at a rapid rhythm.
“That’s a good little toy, take my cock, take it,” he groaned, slamming himself into her.
She whimpered as he yanked her around by her hair, riding her body. Gods, she felt amazing around his cock. Using her in any way he wished gave him a power-high. Severus felt like he could keep going forever before he would flood her pussy with his hot cum. He could feel his balls tightening at the idea.
“Look there, little girl, the boys seem to be enjoying the sight of you being bred,” he said, forcing her head to look towards the general direction of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables. Several of the boys were making suspicions movements under the table, probably unable to resisted the temptation of her naked, wriggling body, her tits swaying to the rapid rhythm as he rode her.
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As Professor Snape forced her to look at the house tables, Hermione was unable to pretend that her audience wasn’t there. She saw that indeed, several boys seemed to be excited by her torment. She was absolutely horrified by the idea that they found her being raped such a turn on.
“Ah, yeah… a Gryffindor put in their place, on their knees, is so hot.” Hermione though it was Goyle shouting over the noise.
She felt blood drain from her face as she felt their eyes on her nude form, trying to commit her naked body to memory. She closed her eyes so she didn’t have to see their lustful faces as Professor Snape continued to furiously thrust inside her.
“Please stop, please, Professor, please stop… please…”
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Severus kept pounding into her for several minutes before he slowed his wild pace. It had felt great, like being uncaged, being set free, but it wouldn’t do to cum too soon. He had a reputation to uphold after all. Any little boy could pump a couple of times, but only the real men could make it last.
Only a real men, real studs could make their little toy orgasm, whether they wanted or not. Put a baby in their belly, whether they wanted it or not. Besides, the fluttering contraction of a pussy felt great around his cock.
He sneaked a hand around her waist and started to rub her clit again.
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Hermione was surprised when Professor Snape let go of her hair and slowed the speed of his thrusts. She had hoped that he was getting close and her ordeal would end soon. Suddenly she felt his hand on her pussy again, rubbing her clit. She jerked at the shock of the unexpected sensation.
His fingers struck up a light, steady rhythm. Hermione jerked against her restraints, whishing she could stop him. Whishing she could move away, bat his hand away. He wasn’t going to make her enjoy being raped.
“No, no, no… please don’t…please don’t…” she begged, desperate.
Professor Snape didn’t react, his fingers kept working her clit expertly. Hermione didn’t see what he did, but the angle of his penetration changed, the head of his cock rubbing against her front wall as he forced himself inside her. When he buried himself in her to the hilt, he made a point of grinding his hips into her. Somehow the pressure against the spot between her pussy and ass felt unexpectedly pleasant.
She bit her lip, the sweet tingling from her clit was slowly building. She didn’t want it, any of it, not his fingers on her most private parts, not his cock inside her, using her like so much meat; but she was secured tightly in a position that exposed her and enabled him to do whatever wished. And she couldn’t fight the physical sensation of the slowly growing tension inside her, caused by his cock rubbing her just right; in a way she never managed to pleasure herself. There was expectant, strange feeling of him grinding into her.
It was too much, done just right to drive her mad.
“Enjoying my cock, little girl?” he asked, pushing his penis inside, rubbing the right spot. “I told you: you were made for this,” he chuckled. “Show me how much you like being used, my little toy. Come for me.”
“No, no, no… please don’t make me… please stop… please… please…”
Hermione kept repeating the mantra, her words slowly dying away. She didn’t want it, but everything felt just so good, the pressure on her clit, the delicious tension he created by the rubbing. She could not help it; she felt her muscles tighten up inside her, an exquisite, internal pressure, growing, spreading, pulling her tighter around his invading penis. When the heavenly tension crested, for a moment she felt suspended in pure pleasure, and she came down, hard, her walls spasming in a spine-curving orgasm.
Professor Snape hissed, riding her orgasm, with a low hiss, apparently enjoying the rapidly constricting sensation. He increased his speed, grabbed a fistful of her hair again and slammed himself balls deep into her.
After a few more thrusts, he threw back his head with a throaty groan.
Hermione’s heart skipped a beat.
“No! No, no! Not inside me, please, Professor, not inside, please don’t-,”
But it was too late, Professor Snape held her helpless body against himself and came, emptying his balls inside her. Hermione struggled, trying to get away, but he was way too strong for her. he stayed pressed up against her until he drained his last drop of cum in her.
When he finished, a clapping, stomping cheer rose from the Slytherin table. Hermione felt her face burn as wolf-whistles filled the air.
When the noise died down, Professor Snape reached around her and affectionately stroked her tummy.
“That’s a good little breeding toy, taking my cum, soaking it up. You will be so pretty with a big belly, growing my baby,” he cooed.
Hermione felt it took forever before he pulled out of her. At least it was over. He patted her bum before there was the sound of a zipper again, probably putting himself away.
Desperately hoping to avoid becoming pregnant, Hermione arched her back and clenched her inner muscles, expelling Professor Snape’s cum. She felt a rivulet of warm, sticky fluid escape her. She repeated the expelling motion a couple of times, her stomach trembling nervously, trying to get all of it out.
“Just what do you think you are doing, Miss Granger?” his voice cracked down, angry. “You dare to waste my precious seed like that?” The fury in his voice made her stop in mid motion. Professor Snape grabbed her bum , pulling her open, examining her pussy still oozing his cum.
“I would have thought you have learned your lesson, but clearly, you didn’t understand any of it. I’m afraid we will have to do this all over, turning you into a proper little breeding toy,” he announced. Hermione’s stomach dropped in fear.
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Severus’s cock twitched in anticipation. Miss Granger soaked in his cum was one of the most beautiful things he has ever seen. Given the potion he force-fed her, there was very little chance that she wouldn’t get pregnant, but her little display gave him a good excuse to humiliate the girl further. He half-hoped, half-expected that this would happen, and Severus had just a perfect surprise in store for her.
“We will make sure that this time you will keep your head down and arse up, as a good little breeding toy should,” he told her, walking to a place where she could see him. From his pocket he took out a miniature, shrunken, ball-ended anal hook. He watched as her eyes went wide with fear as he returned it to its normal size. “There will be no more pulling away or lowering your bum,” he told her.
A nervous whisper ran through the crowd. He could distinctly hear someone whisper ‘would that even fit?’ but he could not identify the owner of the voice.
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Hermione watched in horror as Professor Snape pulled out some kind of large metal hook that ended in an enormous ball from his robe. She didn’t know what it was, but she was certain it would be bad news for her.
“Please, sir… please don’t do this…,” she begged.
Ignoring her pleas, he walked back behind her. “Too late, Miss Granger. Remember, this is for your own good,” he told her jovially.
Hermione heard a metallic click as he placed the instrument on the wooden platform she was tied to. Professor Snape muttered a lubrication charm, and before Hermione realised what was going on, he pushed a finger in her asshole.
She squealed, trying to pull away with a jerk from the intrusion. It didn’t really help; she was still tied into her place and had nowhere to go, and he could simply reach out a bit further to push his finger in her again.
Hermione’s heart skipped a beat when she realised where the hook was supposed to go. She started tugging at her restraints fanatically.
“Oh, no, gods no! Please Professor, please don’t.. please not there, please… please not there…”
“I’m sorry my little toy. I really hate having to do this, but you need to learn your lesson.” He didn’t sound sorry at all.
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Severus pumped his finger in and out of the girl a few times before he added a second one. He was rewarded by the most adorable squeak so far. Damn, if he had known Miss Granger would react this… enthusiastically, he would have put his thumb in her ass while he fucked her. Next time.
Severus drew out her desperate pleas and bucking as he prepared her asshole. The hook was big, she would need all the preparation she could get, and he needed a bit more time to get hard again. Her begging definitely sped things up in that department.
HHHHH
Hermione wished, more than ever, that she could free herself. Professor Snape kept fingering her asshole, stretching her muscles uncomfortably. She hated the intrusive sensation, she hated the feeling of fullness in her rectum, she hated that the whole school was watching her humiliation.
“Please stop, please Professor, please, not there, please… please beg you, please not there… please! It feels terrible, please stop!”
“You aren’t supposed to enjoy punishment, Miss Granger,” he replied.
He twirled his wrist around, making the direction of the widest part rotate; made the angle at which her muscles were stretched the hardest move around. It also made the fingers inside her move, making her keenly aware of their humiliating presence.
“Gods, no, please not there, please Professor not there… please stop,” she begged desperately. As a response he added a third finger, slowly forcing them inside her tight hole. Hermione screamed.
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Severus smirked to himself, soaking up Miss Granger’s anguish, when he noticed that Draco had walked up to the side of the Punishment Platform, watching with a dreamy expression as the girl bucked and wiggled trying to pull away from him.
It wasn’t that surprising that the boy was so turned on by her misery, Lucius was a sadist too. Severus gave him a warning look. It was fine if he wanted to observe the action from close, but this was a show of Severus’ strength, making sure that everyone understood just who was the alpha stud in the school. He wasn’t sharing the spotlight.
Draco seemed to understand the message just fine, he stopped at a respectable distance from them, sinking his hand into his underpants, staring directly at Miss Granger’s ass.
There was a flash of light again; someone taking pictured of them. Severus made a mental note to confiscate the cameras afterwards; he wanted a copy of those pictures to himself.
HHHHH
Hermione desperately wanted to stop Professor Snape, but she was unable to move, her body forced and secured in a position that allowed the Headmaster to do anything he wanted to her. She whimpered as his fingers forced her ring of muscles further apart. She was helpless, all she could do was to beg and take the abuse. She squeezed her eyes shut.
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Severus noticed that Draco had taken his cock out of his underpants and started stoking himself openly. Severus grabbed Miss Ganger’s head by her hair and force her to look at the Slytherin boy.
“Look, little girl, how much the men are enjoying the lesson,” he taunted. “I said look. You better open your eyes and keep watching if you don’t want me to discipline you again, Miss Granger.”
HHHHH
Hermione forced her eyes open, her stomach trembling in fear at the idea of Professor Snape doing something even worse to her. Right in front of her stood Malfoy, leering at her, his hard, pale penis in his hand.
Professor Snape let go of her hair and returned his full attention to her bum, forcing his long fingers inside her. One time she felt him opening the fingers inside, stretching her already taught muscles further.
“No, no, no, NO! Oah!” Hermione hollered, throwing her head back and arching her back to get away. Her reaction made Malfoy hiss in pleasure, and he looked her right in the eyes as he continued to stroke himself. Hermione bit her lips, her face burning in embarrassment, but she didn’t dare to look away.
Eventually Professor Snape must have grown bored with fingering her, and pulled his hand away. She heard him cast a cleaning spell and another lubrication charm, when she suddenly felt the metal ball against her arsehole. It was cold, and it felt huge. Hermione’s heart was beating fast with fear.
“No! No, no, no… please Professor, I beg, please don’t.. please. I… I promise to be good.” Swallowing her pride, Hermione forced the rest of the words out, desperate not to be impaled by the ball. “I promise to be a good… breeding toy, sir. Please. I promise to… take your cock and… seed. Please. I will be a…a good little toy.”
She felt her face flaming in shame. The humiliating words were surprisingly difficult to utter. Malfoy licked his lips, and continued to pump his cock.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he replied. “Perhaps, this lesson wasn’t entirely in vain.” Professor Snape paused, removing the cold metal resting against the ring of her muscle. Hermione shuddered with relief. “However, actions have consequences,” he added almost cheerfully, stroking her bum and asshole. “I’m sure you understand it would set a terrible precedence if I let this slide.”
Suddenly the metal ball was back, and he started to push it, hard but slow.
Hermione squealed as she felt her muscles give under the pressure, parting, stretching around the ball. It was wide, much wider than his fingers had been. Hermione tried to pull away, tried to dislodge the offending metal, bucking her her hip in desperate attempts to get away.
“Stop! Stop! Oh, god no, please stop! It’s too big, please stop! Please!”
“Nonsense, my little toy, this will slide right up you tight little bum, you’ll se. All it needs is a bit of conviction and persistence,” he replied with a dark chuckle.
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Severus greatly enjoyed the girl’s struggling, she was putting on a fine show for everyone. Her arsehole was tight, he had to relax his hold on the hook, let her muscles force it back out and try again. His renewed attempt elicited another squeal form the girl.
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Her fanatic reaction made Malfoy groan, obviously enjoying her torment. He bucked his hips, thrusting his cock into his own hand. He started to pump his fist over his hard shaft.
“Fuck, Granger, it’s so hot when you scream like that,” he told her.
Professor Snape continued to force the ball inside her poor, protesting arsehole. As she continued to beg, wriggle, and whimper, her face burned with brilliant humiliation. She couldn’t believe that everyone in the Great Hall was watching as Professor Snape punished her back there.
As her muscles were forced to stretch around the offending object, more and more fapping noises joined in with the sounds of Malfoy’s masturbation. The blond Slytherin stuck out his tong, licking his lips as he watched her, working his shaft furiously.
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Severus was surprised how much effort it took to work the ball into the girls rectum. He didn’t mind; her struggling was divine. Eventually the widest part of the ball slid past her tight ring, ready to settle inside her. Severus could see the frantic jerking motions of Draco, drinking in the girls misery.
He must have been so close.
He decided to torment Miss Granger just a little bit longer to give the boy enough time to finish. He was his godson, after all.
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Hermione felt that the stretching caused by the metal orb has reached its peak, and it started to slide inside her easier. Professor Snape must have pushed it past its widest point. As much as she didn’t want it inside her, she was relieved that the torment would come to an end. However, her reprieve was short lived; he had decided to start pulling it out, stretching her wider again, pulling and pushing, keeping her asshole wide open and unable to close.
“No, no, NO! Oh, god NO, please stop… please, sir, please stop!” She begged. Her pleading must have done it for Malfoy, as he threw his head back and spilled himself in his hands , growling in pleasure.
Hermione felt utterly humiliated. Finally Professor Snape must have gotten bored of disciplining her, and decided to push the hook inside her. Hermione felt the ball moving deeper in her rectum, where it finally settled with a heavy, uncomfortable weight. She could have slumped in relief when the stretching of her asshole finally stopped.
She experimentally clenched her muscles. They could not close entirely, the thin metal of the hook sticking out of her, but at least her asshole wasn’t forced so wide open anymore.
“Thanks, Granger,” Malfoy said tucking himself away. “Now I have this new fantasy of impaling your puckered hole on my cock while you kick and scream. Who knows, maybe the Headmaster would let me do it next time,” he grinned, sauntering back to Slytherin table.
Hermione’s attention was drawn back to Professor Snape. He conjured another rope. She couldn’t see what he was doing with it, but she felt the hook move slightly inside her. She assumed he was attaching the rope to the other end of it. Then the rope rose into the air and tugged the hook up, slightly towards Hermione’s head, pulling tight.
Hermione squealed; the metal imbedded in her rectum was pulling on her asshole, trying to stretch it open. To reduce the strain, she stuck her bum as high in the air as she could. She managed to reduce the pressure to a minimum, but she realised that trying to lower her butt or pulling away would pull her asshole open again.
Professor Snape conjured another rope, attaching it to the green collar the Carrows cursed her with. This rope pulled her neck down, down, until her cheek was pressed against the wood of the platform, her butt sticking straight up, as far as it would go, held in place by the hook inside her.
“Now that’s a real breeding toy,” chuckled Professor Snape fondly. Offering yourself for my next load so eagerly. Don’t you worry, I will soak you with my seed again.”
Hermione’s stomach dropped again as he heard Professor Snape open his zipper again.
“Please sir, please don’t do it again… please, I beg you.”
“But you obviously want it most eagerly, Miss Granger. What other reason would you have to display yourself so wantonly for me?” he asked with a chuckle.
Hermione felt his hard shaft rubbing against her pussylips again, nudging her clit.
“Wow, the Headmaster sure has the stamina too… look at him so hard again,” Pansy sounded downright awed.
“Granger should feel honoured he wants to put her to good use.”
“Please don’t. Please Professor, please don’t do this to me.” Hermione desperately wanted to pull away, but with the hook stuck in her bum, she didn’t dare; she didn’t want to put more pressure on her abused muscle ring.
“Stop squirming, Miss Granger,” he ordered, positioning the head of his penis at her entrance. “You are my breeding toy now, taking my cock is your job. Try to relax, I will take care of the rest and put that baby in your belly. Now, here it comes.”
Hermione whimpered as he forced his considerable girth inside her again. Her muscles were still warmed up and more pliant after her first rape and forced orgasm, so he slid in easier. Hermione could feel the large metal orb inside her. Professor Snape’s penis shoved it to the side, even through her wall, making its presence even more pronounced.
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Severus enjoyed the sight of the young witch, utterly humiliated and secured in the perfect breeding pose. Her young, wet little twat was begging to be fucked and filled with his hot sperm again. As he pushed inside, he could feel the hook on the other side of her wall. As he pushed his penis against it, he was rewarded by another cute squeak.
Normally, he could not stand her incessant talking, however Severus quite enjoyed her vocal responses.
He started to pump into her helpless hole. He wasn’t quite sure what he enjoyed the most; the way her hot wetness gripped her, the pitiful noises she made, the sight of her exposed, ready-to breed body or the idea that soon her belly would growing with his baby.
HHHHH
Professor Snape continued to rape her with long, leisurely strokes, pushing himself into her to the hilt.
“No, Please sir, please stop! Please, not again!”
“Shut up Granger, at least now there is something valuable in you,” Draco shouted over the general noise, and his house-mates erupted in laughter.
Her new pose allowed her to go deeper than before, and made the sensation of being overstuffed even more pronounced. Hermione was keenly aware of every inch of his hard shaft impaling her as he continued to use her tied up, immobilised form.
As he kept forcing himself inside her, his balls slapped against her pussy with each thrust. When the laugher mostly died away, the loudest noise was Professor Snape’s balls hitting her pussy with a wet slap rhythmically.
She couldn’t tell which one it was, but a Slytherin started up a chant to the rhythm of his thrusts, calling, “fuck-her, fuck-her, fuck-her!” It didn’t take long before most of the joined in. To Hermione’s horror some voices joined in even from other house tables, including Gryffindor.
Her desperate pleas mingled with the wet sounds of several students touching themselves with abandon as they watched her ‘punishment’.
Professor Snape kept up a steady rhythm for what felt like forever, occasionally tugging on the rope attached to her bum to force a squeak from her. The chanting of her classmates was just as relentless.
“Thais is how you treat mudbloods!” Goyle shouted over the clapping choir.
“I think she enjoys being used,” giggled Pansy.
“Show her her place, Headmaster!” another voice she didn’t recognise demanded. “Make her cum!”
For a short moment several of them were shouting over each other, until their whole table took over the chant, “Make-her-cum! Make-her-cum!”
When Professor Snape moved a hand around her, finding her clit again, Hermione’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t… she wouldn’t come, not with the discomfort and humiliation of the hook inside her, not while being raped, not again!
The headmaster’s fingers struck up an easy rhythm of rubbing her clit.
“No, no, no… Please don’t make, please! Not again… I beg you, sir, please don’t make me…”
“The Slytherins are correct, you are supposed to enjoy being used, my little toy. You were made for taking my cock lovingly. Come, now, don’t be shy, show us all how much you love it!”
The angle of his forceful thrusts was different, and his penis didn’t rub against that sweet spot inside her this time, and the large ball of the hook forced inside her was uncomfortable, embarrassing and impossible, to forget about. Biting her lip she did her best no to give in.
But the sensation radiating from her clit was nice, and her body reacted to that against her will. The longer Professor Snape kept up with the same motion, the better it felt. It took longer than the previous time, but that sweet tension of pleasure started to rise inside her again.
She didn’t want it to feel good, but she was completely immobilised and just as she could not stop him from forcing himself inside her, she could not prevent him from rubbing her little pearly of please so expertly. Hermione knew that she was slowly growing wet again, and she could not keep small whimpers or moans escape her.
“The Professor is really good!”
“Just listen to her moan like a little pervert she is, and that with a huge thing in her ass too.”
“That’s a good toy. Show me you love being stretched around my cock,” Professor Snape cajoled, rubbing her clit at a steady rhythm. With each stoke a small wave of pleasure washed through her, and as he kept up the work, they became slowly more and more intense. A sweet, trembling tension rose, deep inside her, and Hermione knew she could not keep fighting it much longer.
“Come for me, my little toy. Milk my cock with your hungry little twat. Make me empty my balls in you.”
The pressure kept rising, an irresistible, tingling, expectant tide, promising to drown her in pleasure. Hermione bit her lip, trying to hold the prickling, quivering sensation at bay. But the sensation kept spreading from deep in her pussy, pulling her tight, until the dam broke and she came, spasming around Professor Snape’s cock using her, clenching down around the invading shaft and the hook forced inside her.
She could barely hear the cheer and catcalls from the Slytherins.
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Severus groaned as her tight heat spasmed around him, massaging his cock the most delicious way. The idea that he was about to flood her young, fertile pussy with his seed again was nearly too much. He kept pumping into her eagerly waiting tight little body, positioned so perfectly to soak up her cum, in the perfect pose to breed.
He threw his head back, and with a throaty groan, emptied his heavy, fully balls into her thirsty little pussy.
HHHHH
Hermione felt Professor Snape shake and shudder against her as came inside her again, shooting ropes of hot, sticky cum in her.
“That’s a good little breeding toy. Take my cum, take it,” he said, still buried in her to the balls. “You won’t be walking out of this room without a bay in your belly, little girl,” he told her almost affectionately.
Again, he stayed inside her for a while after he finished, practically plugging her and keeping his semen inside her. He patted her bum as he pulled out slowly.
Hermione felt a drop of his cum run down between her lips, and her heart skipped a beat. She resisted the urge to clench her muscles, lest she spilled some of his semen. She didn’t want to find out what kind of retaliation he would find fitting if she tried. She did her best to balance herself and prevent any spillage.
“I see you learned your lesson, Miss Granger,” she could practically hear the smirking in his voice. There was a sound of a zipper being closed and he stepped away from her. She heard his steps descending the stair to the platform as he added, “You will stay there as you are until the other’s finish their breakfast. Everyone, the punishment is done, please feel free to resume your morning routine.”
Hermione stayed naked, tied to the wooden platform, Professor Snape’s semen still seeping from her and the large metal hook buried in her rectum, unable to move, while the tables filled with food.
Her face burned with humiliation as she realised that the High Table had the perfect, unobstructed view of her cum-soaked pussy. There was another flash of light, but she couldn’t see who was taking pictures.
Her eyes fell on the Gryffindor table. Harry and Parvati were staring at her, wide-eyed and ashen faced. She wished they hadn’t looked at her. Neville looked as red as she felt, and refused to look up from his plate. Ron was busy stuffing a number of pasties in his pocket before he cast her an angry look and stormed out of the Great Hall. Dean Thomas followed him shortly, with an obvious wet patch on his trousers.
Soon the Hall was filled with the usual breakfast sounds, the noise of cutlery on porcelain and children munching on toast. Hermione saw several boys of different ages leave the room with tents in their trousers as the breakfast continued.
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Later that night, Severus was sitting in his room with a glass of Firewhiskey, leafing through the pictures students have taken of him breeding Miss Granger. If he hadn’t spent himself, he would have been getting hard again.
His little breeding toy will start showing her baby bump in a few months. When she does, Severus will find another excuse to fuck her in front of the whole school again. He will gently caress her growing belly while thrusting into her helpless, naked, tied up body, and everyone will be able to see how he put that baby in her.
In the meantime, there were other young, fertile witches to be bred. Severus had some special plans for the Patil twins, but those potions took time to brew, so he would start with the Weasley girl.
It shouldn’t be difficult to land her in detention, and when it happens, Severus will make sure that Potter will be there to watch. There was some karmic justice in making the younger Potter watch as he took the witch he wanted. Severus was planning to tie up Miss Weasley, lying on her back on his desk. He would tie her hands stretched above her head, her knees pulled up and spread wide, her ankles secured at the same hight as her head.
He was going to fold her in double, exposing her young sweet twat. Severus would make sure that Potter would be standing close by, but immobilised. The full body bind or perhaps some ropes. He would make sure that the boy would have a close, detailed view as Severus forced his cock in his would-be girlfriend, and filled her womb with his baby. He will make sure to give the girl orgasm after orgasm – not like the measly two he gave Granger, but four, five or six. As many is it would take to turn the girl into a boneless puddle of pleasure.
He might even pull Potter’s pants down so Miss Weasley could see if he was getting turned on by the sight of her getting raped. After innumerable orgasms and his thick cock, Potter’s pitiful prick will never be enough for her.
As for the Patil girls, he was going to get them together, and feed them a potion that would guarantee identical twins from the breeding. Usually Severus didn’t care about the gender of his baby, but there was something adorable about the idea of forcing the twin girls to have his twin girls, so he was planning to take a potion to ensure he would produce the right kind of seed.
When it was time to breed them, he was going to tie them up on top of each other. One on her back, the other kneeling over her sister, breasts pressed against each other. It would be wonderful to make them kiss while he fucked them. Also there was something delicious about their pussies rubbing together, so close, that Severus could just switch between which girl to fuck after every few thrusts.
Or, perhaps, he should tie them pussy-to-face, so they could watch from very, very close as he bred their twin. It would also give them a good idea what his cock in their own pussy would look like. And once he was done, he would make them clean up each other with their tongs, as good sisters should.
For Daphne Greengrass, he had something else in mind. Unfortunately for the girl, her parents didn’t choose a side in the conflict, so the Dark Lord won’t mind if Severus decided to humiliate and use her. He was going to brew a potion that would cause an addiction to anything that’s mixed in it, and Severus would add his sperm to it before injecting it into the girl’s pussy. She will be literally begging him to fuck her, crawling to him naked on all fours like a good breeding toy, offering her hole for him to use.
Severus was planning to make her do exactly that, beg for his seed, naked, in the middle of the Slytherin common room. He will even forgo the fertility potion and just keep fucking her until she conceives. He might even let Draco use the girl’s throat.
And when the addiction potion wears off in a month or two… well, the girl will be probably too embarrassed by everything she had done to say anything.
As for Mandy Brocklehurst… that girl had huge breasts for her age. After breeding her, Severus was going to feed her a lactation potion, so her tits would fill up with sweet milk, heavy and soft. Most Ravenclaws had a huge stick up their asses – it would probably help her loosen up if she started randomly lactating while sitting in her classes and had to leave to ask Severus for help and to suck on her generous breasts.
Next, he will put a baby in the Lovegood girls belly, though he would have to silence her while he bred her; the girl could spout more inane things than anyone he knew, and he had no interest in a lecture in wrackspurts or some other imaginary creature. He had been itching to try a harness ball gag for a while now, anyway. The only reason he usually opted not to use one was that all the begging and pleading made him all the harder. Perhaps he will go all leather-bondage gear on her; a leather harness, Miss Lovegood on his desk on her back, with a spreader bar between her legs, tied to the ceiling to keep her legs nice and up, her hands cuffed to her hips. Yes.
With how the girl was, their baby will either be the next Longbottom or the next Dumbledore. Severus couldn’t quite decide which was worse.
After that he would take Miss Abbott. The girl was as flexible as a gymnast; Severus couldn’t wait to see in what pretzel-like positions he could use to fuck her. He was certainly planning on spreading her legs as far as if she was doing splits. He would, of course, have to keep testing how her flexibility changed as her belly grew.
Severus secretly hoped the Parkinsons would lose the Dark Lords favour sometime during the year; Pansy was starting to take too many liberties and she needed to be brought down a peg or two. If he got the chance, he would straddle her face and make her suck his balls and eat his ass to remind her of her place. Also, it would feel absolutely wonderful. He would also confiscate her panties and make her walk back to her dorm with his seed running down her leg, forbidding her from cleaning up before everyone had a chance to see it.
If he didn’t get lucky with the Parkinson girl, he could always do that to Granger; she was his special favourite when it came to humiliating a little toy.
It’s quite a pity he couldn’t just take Tracy Davis without enraging the Dark Lord, her family was in his graces. But, that’s what a good Obliviate was for. Or perhaps a sleeping draught; the idea of fucking a girl that was helpless and unaware like a doll had quite the appeal. He might just get away with it.
And if Liza Turpin got herself a detention, she wouldn’t be safe either. The girl had gorgeous hair, long, silken and luscious. Severus had every intention of immobilising her head by plaiting her hair over a metal pole, some furniture or even a bondage frame. It would make it so easy to force her watch as fucked her, pumping his cock into her pussy. Bending her double or a two way mirror, perhaps. And when he was done, we was going to fuck her throat, and clean his cock in her hair.
He would pass over Lavender Brown though. No child of his deserved the misfortune of inheriting the girls meagre mental powers. And he wasn’t touching Miss Bulstrode with a ten foot pole.
As for Susan Bones, the dark Lord would probably even reward him for humiliating the girl; her aunt has been causing quite some trouble. Severus was planning on making her wear a puppy tail anal plug, puppy ears, a collar and lash as he bred her. He would tell her he would put a whole litter in her belly. And when he was finished, he would conveniently forget to remove the collar. Let the girl try to come up with a way to remove it or explain to anyone why she was wearing it.
Sally-Anne perks was nearly stupidly brave and Gryffindor for someone who wasn’t a lion cub, and she desperately needed to be cured of that. Severus was looking forward to raping her face down in her own bed, her limbs tied spread-angled to the four poles of her fourposter bed. He would take a special potion to have extra-super stamina, and empty his balls in her so many times that it would soak through all her bedsheets to the matrass. And he will leave her like that for her classmates to discover her. Perhaps leave a little something in her as entertainment, like a vibrating egg or a buttplug.
And when it was Su Li’s turn, he was going to use intricate suspension Shibari to tie her up at waist-height, and fuck her like she was a sex toy on a swing. He was already working on a quick-tan potion that could be sprayed on the skin like fine mist. He was going to spray the girl while she was still tied up, so her porcelain-white skin would develop rope-tan-lines. Jus a sweet little reminder of the fun afternoon they had.
Megan Jones had a really pretty face with adorable freckles and red hair – he wanted to see her expression as he forced his cock inside her. He was going to breed her in a half-sitting, half-lying position. He would chain her wrists to the wall, as if she was raising them in surrender, her back against the wall, her knees pulled up, parted wide and tied to the wall. As a bonus, he would be able to play with her breasts easily. If she asked him real nicely, he would put a cushioning charm on the wall to protect the bare skin of her back.
Sophie Ropers was on the Hufflepuff quidditch team. It would only be fitting if Severus bent her over her own broom, tying her wrists to her ankles and fucked her from behind. If he secured her hair to the floor just right he could even make sure that any of his cum that oozed out of her breeding hole would drip right onto her face.
While he didn’t enjoy the war, Severus had to admit, being the Dark Lord’s right hand man did have its perks.