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The dim torchlight flickered across the stone walls of the Malfoy Manor dungeon, casting long shadows that danced like mocking specters. Hermione Granger knelt on the cold, unforgiving floor, her wrists bound tightly behind her back with enchanted ropes that bit into her skin whenever she struggled. Her clothes were torn and disheveled, exposing the pale curve of her shoulder and the swell of her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. Sweat beaded on her forehead, mixing with the grime of her capture, but her eyes burned with defiance as she glared up at Draco Malfoy.
Draco lounged against the far wall, his arms crossed over his crisp black shirt, a smirk playing on his lips that made her stomach twist in revulsion. His silver-blond hair caught the light, giving him an almost ethereal cruelty, and his gray eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. He had orchestrated this—her abduction from the Hogwarts grounds, the silencing charms, the transport to this hellish place. And now, he was going to make her suffer in ways she could scarcely imagine.
"Look at you, Granger," Draco drawled, his voice smooth as silk but laced with venom. "The brightest witch of your age, reduced to a trembling mess on my floor. How does it feel? Knowing that all your mudblood cleverness couldn't save you from me?"
Hermione's jaw clenched, her teeth grinding together. "You'll regret this, Malfoy. When Harry and Ron find out—"
He laughed, a sharp, cutting sound that echoed off the stones. "Find out? Oh, please. By the time anyone notices you're gone, you'll be so broken, so utterly ruined, that you'll beg me to keep you here. But first... entertainment." He snapped his fingers, and the heavy iron door at the end of the chamber creaked open with a groan that sent chills racing down her spine.
From the shadows emerged the monster—a grotesque creation of dark magic, summoned from the forbidden depths of the Malfoy family grimoire. It was a hulking beast, easily twice the height of a man, its body a mass of rippling, scaled muscle covered in slick, iridescent skin that shifted colors like oil on water. Thick, writhing tentacles sprouted from its back and sides, each one tipped with suction cups that pulsed hungrily. Its face was a nightmare: a maw of jagged teeth, multiple eyes glowing with feral intelligence, and a low, rumbling growl that vibrated through the air. But what made Hermione's blood run cold were the appendages between its legs—two massive, throbbing cocks, veined and ridged, dripping with a viscous fluid that smelled of musk and decay.
"No," Hermione whispered, her voice cracking as she scrambled backward on her knees, the ropes holding her in place. "Malfoy, you can't—please, this is madness!"
Draco pushed off the wall, sauntering closer with predatory grace. He circled her like a shark, his boots clicking against the stone. "Can't? Oh, I can, and I will. You see, Granger, I've always known you were a filthy little thing beneath that holier-than-thou facade. Time to prove it. This beauty here—let's call him my pet—is going to fuck you senseless. And I'm going to watch every second. Try to fight it. I dare you."
The monster lumbered forward, its tentacles lashing out to coil around her ankles, yanking her legs apart with effortless strength. Hermione screamed, twisting futilely as the ropes loosened just enough for her arms to fall free—but only so she could brace herself against the inevitable. The creature's breath washed over her, hot and fetid, as one tentacle slithered up her thigh, tearing at the remnants of her skirt with a rip that exposed her bare pussy to the chill air.
"Draco, stop this!" she cried, her hands pushing at the scaled hide, but it was like shoving a wall. The tentacle probed between her legs, the suction cups latching onto her inner thighs, pulling her folds apart with a wet smack. She gasped, her body betraying her with a shiver as the cool slime from its tip coated her clit.
"Stop? Why would I? Look at how wet you're getting already," Draco taunted, settling into a high-backed chair he'd conjured, legs spread wide as if he owned the world—which, in this moment, he did. His hand idly adjusted the growing bulge in his trousers, eyes fixed on her exposure. "My pet knows how to treat a desperate slut like you. Go on, beast—show her what she's good for."
The monster obeyed, its growl deepening as a thicker tentacle thrust forward, the tip nudging against her entrance. Hermione clenched her thighs, trying to squeeze them shut, but the appendages held her splayed wide. "I won't... I won't let it," she hissed through gritted teeth, her nails digging into the floor. The pressure built, the tentacle pushing insistently, stretching her pussy lips around its girth. Inch by inch, it invaded her, the ridges scraping her inner walls in a way that sent unwanted sparks of friction through her core.
Draco leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his smirk widening into a grin. "Oh, Granger, you're clenching so hard. Afraid you'll like it? Afraid you'll cum like the whore you are? Fight it. I want to see you break." He chuckled, the sound low and mocking. "Imagine if your precious Potter saw this—his brave little know-it-all getting reamed by a monster cock while I watch. Pathetic."
The tentacle plunged deeper, filling her completely, the suction cups inside her pulsing against her sensitive spots. Hermione bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, stifling the moan that bubbled up. Her hips bucked involuntarily, not in pleasure—no, she told herself it was resistance—but the slick slide in and out was relentless, the beast's rhythm building as it fucked her with mechanical precision. Another tentacle wrapped around her waist, lifting her slightly off the ground, impaling her further onto the invading limb.
"That's it," Draco murmured, his voice husky with arousal. "Take it deeper, mudblood. Feel how it stretches that tight cunt of yours? My pet's going to knot you soon—swell up inside and lock you in place. You'll be dripping its cum for days." He unzipped his trousers slowly, freeing his own hard cock, stroking it lazily as he watched the tentacle piston in and out of her. The wet sounds echoed obscenely in the dungeon—slap, squelch, her labored breaths.
Hermione's mind raced, focusing on anything but the building heat in her belly. This is wrong. Disgusting. I won't give him the satisfaction. She twisted her hips, trying to dislodge the tentacle, but it only drove it against her g-spot, sending a jolt that made her vision blur. "Bastard," she spat at Draco, her voice trembling. "You're sick."
"Sick? No, I'm enlightened," he replied, pumping his fist faster along his length, pre-cum beading at the tip. "And you're loving every thrust. Look at your face—flushed, eyes glazing over. Admit it, Granger. You want to cum on that monster dick." Another tentacle snaked up, coiling around her breast, the suction cup latching onto her nipple and sucking hard, tugging with rhythmic pulls that mirrored the fucking below.
She arched her back, a whimper escaping despite her efforts. The dual assault was overwhelming—the tentacle in her pussy thickening, ridges dragging along her walls, while the one on her tit pulled and released, sending tingles straight to her core. The monster's cocks twitched nearby, one rubbing against her ass cheek, smearing slime as a promise of more. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, reciting spells in her head, anything to distract from the coil tightening low in her gut.
Draco's laughter rang out again. "Reciting homework? Pathetic. Open your eyes, slut—watch yourself get fucked." He waved his wand, and a mirror shimmered into existence before her, reflecting the depraved scene: her legs spread eagle, pussy stretched obscenely around the purple-hued tentacle, juices glistening on its length as it withdrew and slammed back in. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples peaked and red from the suction.
"No... stop..." But her protest was weak, her body betraying her as her hips rolled slightly, chasing the friction she despised. The monster growled, sensing her falter, and the tentacle inside her swelled, knotting at the base just outside her entrance, pressing against her clit with every push.
"There it is," Draco purred, his strokes quickening. "You're so close, aren't you? Fighting so hard not to squirt all over my pet's cock. Go on, hold it in. Make it hurt." He stood, approaching to tower over her, his free hand gripping her chin to force her gaze to his. "Cum for me, Granger. Show me how much you hate it by soaking the floor."
The beast ramped up, the tentacle fucking her harder, faster, the knot battering her clit while another slithered between her ass cheeks, probing her tight hole. It pushed in without mercy, double-penetrating her in one brutal slide. Hermione's cry echoed, pain and unwanted pleasure mingling as her ass clenched around the intruder, the sensations overwhelming her resolve.
Not yet. Not for him. She focused on the burn, the humiliation, but her pussy fluttered, walls gripping the tentacle as it pounded her. Draco's face loomed close, his breath hot on her skin, cock inches from her lips as he jerked off furiously.
"Beg it to stop, mudblood," he commanded, thumb brushing her lower lip. "Or beg it to make you cum. Your choice."
"Never," she gasped, but her body trembled, the pressure building to a crescendo. The tentacles writhed inside her, sucking and thrusting, the monster's cocks now grinding against her thighs, ready to replace the appendages. Draco's taunts blurred into a haze—"Filthy. Broken. Mine."—as she teetered on the edge, fighting with every fiber not to shatter.
The dungeon air thickened with the scent of sex and sweat, the monster's growls mingling with her stifled moans. Draco watched, enthralled, his own release building as he orchestrated her torment. This was just the beginning; he had hours to savor her resistance crumbling.
But for now, Hermione held on, her body a battlefield, refusing to yield even as the waves crashed closer.
Hermione's body quivered on the precipice, every muscle taut as a bowstring, her mind a whirlwind of denial and desperation. The tentacles inside her— one buried deep in her pussy, the other stretching her ass—pulsed with a life of their own, their ridges grinding against her inner walls with unyielding force. The suction cups latched and released in a rhythm that milked her relentlessly, drawing out slick fluids that dripped down her thighs in obscene rivulets. She could feel the knot at the base of the pussy tentacle swelling further, pressing insistently against her clit, each thrust sending shockwaves that threatened to shatter her control.
Tears welled in her eyes, hot and stinging, as she fought the rising tide. 'I won't... I can't...' she whimpered, her voice breaking into sobs that echoed in the dungeon. Her hands clawed at the monster's scaled flank, nails scraping uselessly against the tough hide, but the beast didn't falter. It growled low, a vibration that hummed through the appendages invading her, intensifying the friction until her vision spotted with white.
Draco's grip on her chin tightened, forcing her to meet his gaze. His cock throbbed in his other hand, veins bulging as he stroked it with deliberate slowness, savoring her torment. 'Crying already, Granger? Pathetic. Is the big bad monster cock too much for your precious little mudblood pussy? Look at you, leaking like a faucet. You're dripping all over the floor—admit it, you love being stuffed like this.' His words sliced through her, each one a barb that hooked into her pride, twisting deeper.
'No!' she cried, the sob wrenching from her chest as another powerful thrust drove the tentacle into her pussy, the knot battering her clit with bruising force. Her ass clenched around the invading limb, the dual penetration making her feel impossibly full, every nerve ending alight with unwanted fire. Tears streamed down her cheeks now, blurring the mirror's reflection of her debasement: legs splayed wide, holes stretched and glistening, body rocking with the beast's merciless rhythm. She bit her lip until it bled anew, tasting copper, willing herself to hold back the orgasm clawing at her insides. Not for him. Not like this. But her hips betrayed her, twitching forward into the next plunge, chasing the pressure despite her sobs.
Draco laughed, a cruel, throaty sound that made her skin crawl. He released her chin only to trail his fingers down her neck, pinching her nipple hard enough to elicit a sharp gasp. 'Listen to those pretty cries. You're breaking, aren't you? That tight cunt of yours is fluttering— I can see it gripping the tentacle like it never wants to let go. Go on, hold it in a little longer. Make me proud, slut. Or don't—cum hard and prove what a filthy whore you really are.' He pumped his cock faster, the slick sound joining the wet slaps of the tentacles fucking her, his eyes devouring every tear-streaked flinch.
The monster sensed her weakening resolve, its multiple eyes fixing on her with predatory glee. The tentacle in her ass twisted, the tip curling to press against a spot deep inside that made stars explode behind her eyelids. Simultaneously, the one in her pussy withdrew almost fully before slamming back in, the knot popping past her entrance to lodge inside, swelling to lock her in place. The pressure was immense, unyielding, her walls clamping down as the suction cups inside her sucked harder, pulling at her g-spot with vacuum force.
Hermione's cries turned to keening wails, her body arching off the ground as the orgasm crested, unstoppable. 'No—oh god, no!' she screamed, but it was too late. Her pussy convulsed around the tentacle, waves of ecstasy ripping through her as she squirted hard, a gush of clear fluid spraying out around the invading limb, soaking the beast's scales and puddling on the stone floor. The release was brutal, her clit throbbing against the knot, every muscle seizing in prolonged bliss that left her gasping, tears flooding her face. She hated it—the way her body shuddered in rapture, the humiliating wetness that marked her defeat—but the pleasure was overwhelming, dragging her under in relentless pulses.
Draco's taunts didn't cease; if anything, they grew more vicious, his voice a husky growl over her screams. 'There it is! Fuck yes, Granger—squirt for the monster, you dirty bitch. Look at that mess you're making, cumming so hard your eyes are rolling back. I knew you couldn't hold it. Pathetic mudblood, orgasming on a beast's cock like it's your favorite toy. Keep going—milk it dry with that greedy pussy.' He jerked his cock furiously now, pre-cum flying as he leaned in closer, his free hand smearing her tears across her cheek. 'Cry all you want; it just makes you hotter. You're mine to watch break, over and over.'
But the beast wasn't done. As her squirting subsided into aftershocks, the tentacles withdrew with a wet pop, leaving her holes gaping and twitching, empty and aching. Hermione slumped, sobs wracking her body, but before she could catch her breath, the monster shifted. Its massive frame loomed larger, one of its throbbing cocks—thick as her forearm, ridged and veined, the head flared like a battering ram—aligned with her dripping pussy. The other cock nudged her ass, slick with its own ooze, promising double the ruin.
'No... please, it's too much,' she begged, her voice hoarse from crying, but the beast thrust forward without mercy. The pussy cock speared into her in one brutal shove, stretching her beyond what the tentacle had done, the ridges scraping her oversensitive walls raw. Simultaneously, the ass cock forced its way in, the dual penetration making her feel split open, her body protesting with a fresh scream that tore from her throat.
'Ahh! Stop—it's too big! Too much!' Hermione wailed, her hands pushing futilely at the beast's chest, legs kicking weakly as it began to fuck her harder, hips slamming against hers with bone-jarring force. Each thrust drove the cocks deeper, the knots at their bases swelling to batter her entrances, the pace relentless and punishing. Her squirted pussy offered no resistance, slurping around the invading shaft, while her ass burned with the stretch, the friction igniting nerves she didn't know she had.
Draco stepped back, his cock still in hand, eyes wide with rapturous delight. 'Too much? Oh, Granger, we're just getting started. Scream louder—let me hear how it feels to be properly fucked by my pet. Those cocks are going to wreck you, fill you up until you're leaking for days. Cry it out, mudblood; your orgasms are music to me.' He stroked himself in time with the beast's thrusts, the dungeon filling with the symphony of her screams, the wet smacks of flesh on scale, and his unending taunts, pushing her further into the abyss of sensation and shame.
Hermione's screams echoed off the dungeon walls, raw and ragged, as the beast's cocks pistoned into her with savage intensity. The one buried in her pussy hammered deep, its ridges dragging along her slick folds, while the ass cock plunged in tandem, stretching her ring to its limits. Each thrust sent jolts of overstimulation through her core, her body still twitching from the first squirting climax, nerves raw and hypersensitive. She clawed at the air, legs trembling in the creature's unyielding grip, but resistance crumbled under the onslaught. The knots at the bases swelled larger, battering her entrances with every withdraw and slam, forcing her walls to clench involuntarily around the invading shafts.
It hit her fast—too fast—the second orgasm building like a storm she couldn't outrun. 'No, I can't... I can't take it!' she sobbed, tears carving fresh paths down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the sweat beading on her skin. Her pussy fluttered wildly, clamping down on the cock as waves of pleasure crashed over her, harder than before. She came with a guttural cry, her body convulsing as another gush of fluid squirted out, spraying around the beast's thrusting shaft and splattering its scaled underbelly. The release tore through her in relentless pulses, her clit throbbing against the knot's pressure, inner muscles spasming in a rhythm that milked the cock deeper. But it didn't stop there; the overstimulation chained into more, smaller climaxes rippling after the main one, her ass tightening around the second cock, drawing out fresh bursts of ecstasy that left her gasping and shaking. Fluids leaked from her in steady streams now, her holes overflowing with the beast's slick ooze and her own arousal, pooling beneath her on the cold stone.
'Oh gods, please—stop, it's too much!' Hermione wailed between sobs, her voice breaking as another wave peaked, her breasts heaving with each shuddering breath. She felt split apart, every thrust amplifying the aftershocks, her mind fracturing under the dual assault. The beast growled triumphantly, its hips snapping forward harder, prolonging her torment as her body betrayed her again and again, cumming in quick succession—three, four times in rapid fire, each one weaker but no less humiliating, her sobs turning to hiccuping pleas.
Draco watched from mere inches away, his cock straining in his fist, eyes gleaming with wicked fascination. He leaned in close, his free hand brushing a lock of sweat-damp hair from her tear-streaked face in a mockery of tenderness. 'Shh, Granger, easy now,' he murmured, his tone dripping with false concern, lips curling into a smirk that belied the cruelty. 'Look at you, cumming so hard you can barely breathe. Poor thing, is it overwhelming that tight little body of yours? All those pretty squirts— you're flooding the floor like a broken faucet.' He wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb, only to smear it across her lips, forcing her to taste her own despair. 'Can't handle my pet's cocks, can you? But you're doing so well, mudblood. Keep crying; it makes your orgasms even sweeter to watch.'
She turned her head away, choking on another sob as the beast's thrusts slowed but didn't cease, the cocks grinding deep inside her, stirring the embers of her climaxes into fresh sparks. 'Please... Draco, make it stop,' she begged, her voice a fractured whisper, body limp and quivering in the aftermath.
But Draco's 'care' evaporated into a low chuckle, his grip shifting to tangle in her bushy hair, yanking her head forward. 'Stop? Oh, no, we're far from done. You've got one more hole to fill, slut.' With the beast still embedded in her lower body, holding her splayed and vulnerable, Draco swung a leg over her chest, straddling her torso. His knees pinned her arms down, the weight of him pressing her into the ground as he positioned his throbbing cock at her lips—thick, veined, and leaking pre-cum that dangled like a threat
Hermione's eyes widened in horror, lips pressing into a thin line as she shook her head weakly. 'No—get off me!' she gasped, twisting her face away, but the beast chose that moment to thrust again, jolting her body and forcing a moan from her throat that parted her mouth just enough.
Draco seized the opportunity, shoving his cock past her teeth in one firm push. 'Open up, Granger. Suck it like the good little whore you are.' She gagged immediately, her tongue pressing against the underside in futile resistance, but he didn't relent. His hips rocked forward, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts that stretched her jaw, the salty tang of his skin flooding her senses. Tears welled anew, spilling over as she choked around him, saliva dribbling from the corners of her lips.
'Mmm, that's it—fight me a little; it feels so good,' Draco groaned, his hand fisting her hair tighter to control her movements, guiding her head to take him deeper. He thrust harder now, the head of his cock bumping the back of her throat, making her retch and sputter. The beast mirrored his rhythm below, its cocks sliding in and out of her pussy and ass, syncing the violations into a brutal harmony that had her body jerking with every motion. Another small orgasm flickered through her from the double penetration, her muffled sobs vibrating around Draco's shaft.
He looked down at her, eyes locked on the tears streaming from her eyes, and his expression softened into something almost reverent—though the taunt laced every word. 'Gods, Granger, your tears are beautiful. Like diamonds on that filthy face. I love how they glisten when you're choking on my cock, breaking for me.' He pulled back slightly, letting her gasp for air, only to plunge in again, fucking her face with increasing fervor. Drool coated his length, mixing with her tears as she struggled, her hands pushing at his thighs but lacking the strength to dislodge him. 'Cry more, mudblood. Let them flow while you swallow me down. You're perfect like this—stuffed in every hole, sobbing through your orgasms.'
Hermione's world narrowed to the invasions: the beast's cocks grinding relentlessly, sparking yet another climax that made her pussy clench and squirt weakly around the shaft, her ass pulsing in tandem; Draco's dick pistoning into her throat, cutting off her air until spots danced in her vision. She came again, the pleasure-pain blurring into sobs that hummed around him, her body arching involuntarily as fluids gushed from her overworked core. Draco moaned at the sensation, his pace quickening, lost in the sight of her tearful submission.
The beast's thrusts grew erratic, its massive body shuddering as it reached its peak. Deep inside Hermione's pussy and ass, the cocks swelled impossibly thicker, the knots locking in place with a wet, audible pop that stretched her walls to their breaking point. She felt the first hot spurts erupt from both shafts simultaneously—thick ropes of cum blasting into her core, flooding her pussy with viscous heat that overflowed immediately, seeping out around the buried length in creamy rivulets. The ass cock pulsed harder, pumping load after load into her bowels, the pressure building until it leaked from her stretched ring, mixing with her own squirted fluids on the dungeon floor. Hermione's body jerked with the force of it, her overstimulated nerves firing wildly as the warmth spread through her, triggering another involuntary climax. Her pussy clenched around the knot, milking more cum from the beast as she squirted weakly, her sobs muffled around Draco's cock still fucking her throat.
Draco's grip tightened in her hair, his hips snapping forward one final time. 'Fuck, yes—take it all, Granger,' he growled, his cock throbbing as he unloaded down her throat. Thick jets of semen shot straight into her gullet, forcing her to swallow convulsively or choke. She gagged violently, tears streaming as the bitter fluid coated her tongue and filled her mouth, some dribbling out the corners despite her efforts. He held her head flush against his groin, grinding deep until every drop was spent, her nose buried in his pubic hair, inhaling his musky scent amid her retching.
With a satisfied grunt, Draco pulled out, strings of cum and saliva connecting his softening cock to her swollen lips. The beast, spent and growling low, finally withdrew its cocks with a slick, sucking sound—first from her ass, leaving her hole gaping and leaking a steady stream of its seed; then from her pussy, the knot popping free and unleashing a torrent of mixed fluids that splashed onto the stone. Hermione collapsed forward onto her elbows, coughing and sputtering, desperately trying to spit out the remnants of Draco's cum. Thick globs clung to her chin and lips, her throat raw as she hacked up more, sobbing brokenly. 'Disgusting... get it out... please,' she whimpered, wiping at her mouth with trembling hands, but only smearing it further across her face.
Draco stepped back, waving his wand lazily. 'Away with you,' he commanded the beast, and it dissolved into swirling shadows, vanishing back into the ether from whence it came. He turned his gaze to Hermione, sprawled and ruined on the floor, her body a mess of bruises, bite marks, and drying cum—her pussy and ass still twitching, leaking profusely, breasts heaving with each heaving sob. A smirk played on his lips as he crouched down, tilting her chin up with the tip of his wand to meet his eyes. 'Look at you, Granger. Covered in monster spunk and my load, sobbing like a proper little slut. Pathetic, but so fucking hot.' He chuckled, wiping a fresh tear from her cheek. 'Here's the deal: you can come with me upstairs. I'll clean you up, look after you—get you all shiny and fresh. Or... you can stay down here, wallowing in that filthy cum all night long. Your choice, mudblood.'
Hermione's chest hitched with another sob, her body aching everywhere, the sticky warmth between her thighs a constant reminder of her violation. The thought of staying in the cold dungeon, exposed and soiled, twisted her gut worse than the pain. 'No... please,' she whispered, voice hoarse and cracking. 'I want to be clean. Just... make it stop.'
Draco's eyes lit with triumph. 'Good pet,' he purred, flicking his wand. A thick leather collar materialized around her neck, black and studded, attached to a long silver chain that he clipped to his belt. 'You can crawl with me, then. On your hands and knees like the bitch you are.' He gave the chain a light tug, testing it.
Her legs were jelly, knees buckling as she tried to rise, but the pull forced her down. Shaky and humiliated, Hermione dropped to all fours, her torn robes hanging in shreds, exposing her cum-smeared ass and dripping pussy to the air. She crawled beside him as he led the way up the stone stairs, chain clinking with each wobbly movement, sobs wracking her frame. Every shift sent fresh twinges through her abused holes, the monster's seed sloshing inside her, threatening to spill more.
Draco glanced down at her, his expression almost affectionate as he reached out to rub her tangled, sweat-matted hair. 'There, there,' he cooed mockingly, fingers threading through the curls. 'You did a good job back there, Granger. Took those cocks like a champion. I knew you would—deep down, you're made for this.' His touch was deceptively gentle, contrasting the cruelty of his words, as they ascended into the warmer halls of Malfoy Manor.
He led her to a lavish bathroom on the upper floor—marble floors gleaming under crystal chandeliers, a massive clawfoot tub dominating one side, gold fixtures sparkling, and a large, enchanted shower enclosure with multiple nozzles. Steam already lingered in the air from some pre-warmed spell. Draco unclipped the chain but left the collar on, then pointed his wand at a handheld sprayer wand attached to the wall. 'In you go,' he ordered, shoving her toward the shower area.
Hermione stumbled inside, collapsing against the tiled wall as the first blast of water hit her from the overhead nozzle Draco activated. It was warm but forceful, like a pressure washer, slamming into her back and knocking her off balance. She yelped, slipping to her knees on the slick marble, the spray cascading over her head and soaking her hair, washing away the grime but stinging her raw skin.
Draco stepped in after her, fully clothed, gripping the handheld sprayer. He aimed it at her chest, the jet pounding her breasts, making her nipples harden painfully under the assault. Rivulets of diluted cum streamed down her body, pooling at her knees. 'Spread your legs, Granger,' he commanded, voice firm. 'I need to clean those filthy holes.'
She froze, curled in on herself, arms wrapped around her torso, too exhausted and sensitive to move. The water battered her relentlessly, but she didn't obey, a spark of defiance flickering through her haze of shame.
Impatient, Draco kicked her thighs apart with his boot—first the left, then the right—forcing her knees wide on the wet floor. Her pussy and ass were exposed now, still swollen and leaking. He directed the sprayer right at her clit, the high-pressure stream hitting the oversensitive nub like a thousand needles.
Hermione screamed, the sound echoing off the tiles—a high, piercing wail as agony and unwanted pleasure exploded through her core. 'Ahh! Stop—it's too sensitive! Please, Draco, no!' She tried to roll away, twisting her hips and clamping her thighs shut, but the water kept pounding her clit, swelling it further, sending electric shocks up her spine. Her body betrayed her instantly, the overstimulation from the dungeon still lingering; her pussy lips quivered, arousal mixing with the water as she fought the building pressure.
Draco laughed, waving his wand to conjure invisible bonds—magical restraints pinning her shoulders to the floor and holding her legs splayed open, knees locked wide. She thrashed futilely, the collar digging into her neck as she strained. 'Hold still, pet. I need to make sure you're clean inside and out. Can't have you tracking monster cum all over my manor.' He adjusted the sprayer, angling it to blast directly into her folds, the jet parting her labia and rinsing deep, flushing out the beast's seed in milky swirls that drained away.
The relentless pressure on her clit and entrance was too much. Hermione's screams dissolved into moans, her hips bucking against her will as the water mimicked a vibrator's hum. 'No—oh gods, I can't—' Another orgasm ripped through her, sudden and violent, her pussy contracting as she squirted clear fluid mixed with the spray, arching off the floor despite the bonds. It chained into more—quick, shuddering climaxes that made her toes curl and her vision blur, each one forcing out more of the lingering cum, her ass clenching emptily as aftershocks rippled through.
Draco watched with gleaming eyes, the sprayer unyielding in his hand. 'Look at that—cumming already from a little water? You're so easy now, Granger. Just a spray on that greedy clit and you're gushing like a fountain. Pathetic how quickly you break.' He moved the jet lower, blasting her ass next, the stream invading the puckered ring and cleaning deep, which only intensified her spasms. She came again, sobbing through it, her body convulsing in the puddle forming beneath her, tears mingling with the water on her face.
He kept at it methodically—rinsing her breasts, her underarms, even forcing her mouth open to spray inside, making her gargle and spit out the last traces of his cum. Each targeted burst on her erogenous zones sparked more orgasms: one when he hosed her nipples, pinching them under the flow; another as he parted her cheeks and flushed her ass thoroughly, the intrusion pushing her over the edge into a full-body shudder. By the fifth climax, she was a wreck—limp against the tiles, breath coming in ragged gasps, pussy throbbing visibly with every pulse.
'Please... enough,' she begged weakly, voice barely audible over the water's roar, but Draco only smirked, turning the sprayer to a gentler stream for her hair, letting her catch her breath amid the taunts.
'Enough? We're just getting started on making you presentable, pet. But admit it—you love how easy it is to cum for me now. Your body's mine, trained to squirt on command.' He finally shut off the water, leaving her drenched and spent, the magical bonds releasing as she curled into a ball, sobbing softly on the warm, wet floor.
Draco shut off the water completely, the sudden silence broken only by Hermione's ragged breaths and the drip of residual droplets from her body. He waved his wand again, conjuring thick, fluffy towels that floated over to envelop her. One draped across her shoulders, another wrapped around her torso, patting her skin dry with gentle, enchanted rubs that absorbed the moisture without chafing her raw flesh. A third towel focused lower, dabbing between her thighs, the soft fabric grazing her swollen clit and lips, making her flinch and whimper as it cleaned away the last traces of water and lingering fluids. Draco knelt beside her, his hands taking over manually—rubbing the towel along her back, then down her arms, his touch firm but not unkind for once. He dried her hair next, squeezing out the excess water before combing through the tangles with his fingers, the gesture almost tender amid the humiliation.
'Up you get, pet,' he murmured, helping her to her feet when the towels finally stilled and vanished. Her legs wobbled, knees threatening to buckle, but he steadied her with a hand on her elbow. From a nearby cabinet, he pulled out a bundle of fabric—scant scraps that passed for clothing in his twisted world. First, a sheer black thong, the material so thin it barely qualified as coverage, the front panel a narrow strip that would press against her pussy lips without hiding them. He slid it up her legs himself, his fingers brushing her inner thighs as he positioned it, the fabric already dampening from her residual arousal. Next came a matching bralette, lace cups that cupped her breasts but left her nipples poking through the translucent weave, hard peaks visible to anyone who glanced her way. A short silk robe completed the ensemble, tied loosely at the waist but ending mid-thigh, the front gaping open to reveal the underwear beneath. It covered nothing substantial, her body on full display through the gossamer layers.
Draco stepped behind her, gathering her damp curls into a high ponytail, securing it with a black ribbon that matched the collar. Speaking of which—he unclasped the wet leather from around her neck, dried it with a quick spell, and refastened it snugly, the studs cool against her skin once more. The chain dangled from the front ring, a constant reminder of her status. 'There. Pretty as a picture—and just as fuckable,' he said, admiring his work with a predatory grin.
He clipped the chain to his belt and led her out of the bathroom, down the opulent hallway to his bedroom. The room was a study in Malfoy excess: four-poster bed draped in emerald silk, heavy velvet curtains framing tall windows, a crackling fire in the marble hearth. Next to the bed, on the floor, sat a conjured dog bed—plush and oversized, piled with soft pillows and a thick woolen blanket, positioned like an afterthought for a pet. Draco unclipped the chain and nudged her toward it with his foot. 'This is where you'll sleep from now on, Granger. Right at my feet, like the good little bitch you are. No arguments—bedtime.
Hermione's body screamed for rest, every muscle aching from the night's torments. She didn't have the energy to protest; her eyes burned with unshed tears as she sank onto the dog bed, the cushions yielding under her weight. She curled into a tight ball, knees drawn to her chest, the revealing clothes doing little to ward off the chill or the vulnerability. Sobs shook her frame softly as she buried her face in the pillow, the collar's weight a final anchor to her degradation. Draco watched for a moment, then climbed into his own bed, extinguishing the lights with a flick of his wand. The room fell quiet, save for her muffled whimpers fading into exhausted sleep.