Biter BitChapter 1By ShivI could hardly believe my eyes when I saw her at the Deatheater meeting. Her. The girl who had dominated my days for seven years with her incessant questions, who had started haunting my nights during the last year, the supposedly bright one, had been taken. I had to play this right, or we would both be in trouble, but it was unthinkable for me to abandon her to her likely fate. She was doing her best to look defiant, but she was trembling. Probably with fear, but with a Gryffindor you couldn’t be sure, maybe it was anger. Pray to the Gods that she keeps quiet about what she knows. One word to Voldermort about my double role and neither of us will be getting out of here alive. But if I played this right, I could please Vodermort and Dumbledore, and have her away from here more or less intact. And I wanted her intact. It was unthinkable that anyone should violate that body and force themselves between her lips, her thighs, her buttocks. I forced my breathing and heart rate to slow. I couldn’t afford nerves, not with so much at stake. I can hear that bastard Malfoy saying something about her being a virgin, and suggesting we should draw lots to see who goes first. I must act quickly. Master, it seems to me that, whilst it would be amusing to fuck the girl and then dump her lifeless body at the gates of Hogwarts, perhaps she could be more useful in some other way. He looks intrigued. A source of information. I wait a beat and then say the words that will spark his interest Subservio. I manage to hide my excitement when he agrees to my suggestion, and hands her over to me. As I turn to go, eager to be away with my prize, he stops me. He has an idea that I should do something. A little something so that his loyal supporters don’t go away unsatisfied even if that metaphorical rather than literal. The poor girl looks horrified when she realises what is about to happen to her. She is already on her knees, and it is the work of a minute to undo my trousers. My cock is hard, so she will not have to work too hard. I debate whether to use imperio, but instead I bend down and whisper in her ear that if she trusts me she will be free soon. She looks up at me with such trust in her eyes that I am moved. I don’t want to do this in front of an audience, but we do what we must to survive. She is merely passive, an open mouth into which I force myself again and again. I don’t know whether she decides to put on a good show for our watchers, or that it will be over quicker if she participates, but she begins to use her tongue and lips. Her mouth is now a hot, wet vortex of pleasure. I pull out before I come in her mouth, and spurt all over her face. She collapses at my feet in a huddle of clothes, surreptitiously wiping her mouth free of my taste and mopping my juices from her body. Voldermort compliments me, and then he and the others apparate away from the clearing. Now to get her home, and to notify Dumbledore. She is clearly in shock and says very little when we apparate to my house. I summon Dumbledore on the floo, and explain the events of the evening. He is happy to entrust her to my care. She says very little, other than to thank me for rescuing her. Dumbledore calls her a brave girl before he ends the call. And she is a brave girl. Most girls would be sobbing their eyes out by now, but not her. I stop her when she turns to go to her room. Such a look of trust, and perhaps a hint of a crush. Its almost a shame to destroy that trust, but so exciting. There is a flare of panic in her eyes when I move closer to her. Suddenly she realises that she may not be out of the woods after all. I begin to tear her clothes off, she won’t be wearing those whilst she is here. I want to be able to look at her whenever I choose, to be able to slip inside her body without restriction. There are tears in her eyes when I force her to her knees again. She knows what she has to do, and like a good little girl she takes my cock into her mouth. I don’t want to bore her though. I don’t want her to get used to what we do together. So I decide to make it a little more interesting for us both. I withdraw my cock, until the tip is just resting between her lips. What are the ingredients for the dreamless sleep potion? I ask her. When she doesn’t answer quickly enough I thrust home until I hit the back of her throat. Again I withdraw. I’ll give you another chance. What are the ingredients for the dreamless sleep potion? She begins to recite the list of ingredients. If she hesitates or stops I fuck the back of her throat, if she gets it right I keep the strokes light and gentle. It seems she is almost as clever as her other teachers say. It’s not a fair test of course, but when is life fair. Its hard to remember lessons when you are frankly in the process of being raped, and its even harder to speak when seven inches of hard cock is stuffed in your mouth. For a second I wonder if this would work to make Longbottom actually remember his lessons, and my cock begins to soften. So I order her to use her tongue, and pull her closer to me until her nose is buried in my pubic hair. I expect she feels like she is going to choke on me, but she tries to comply even as the tears are running down her face. I let her tease me for a while, then I begin to fuck her mouth more energetically. Each thrust home brings a fresh flood of tears. I move faster and faster, until I feel my climax mounting. On the last thrust, I wrap my hands in her beautiful hair, all woolly like a sacrificial lamb, and hold to her me in an iron grip. She has to swallow or choke. She does both. Delicious. So much better than the first time. By the time she goes back to Hogwarts she will be an expert little cocksucker, even by Malfoy’s exacting standards. Hermione has always liked to learn, and I would say she has just learned her most important lesson to date. Sometimes appearances aren’t deceiving. You think it will be something as simple as a quick obliviate and then back to Hogwarts. But that’s far too simple, Hermione. I think I am going to keep you. It looks like Voldermort is going to lose, for all his blustering, and you will be the last little pet I ever own. Bedtime little girl. You’ve had a long day and you need your rest. She stumbles up the stairs ahead of me. I open the door to my bedroom and push her through. A quick charm and she is bound to the bed, spreadeagled for my pleasure, and it is my pleasure. I whisper to her that if she struggles the bonds will tighten. If she struggles too much they will hurt her, so she had better keep still. But how I hope she will struggle. It’s exciting to think of her body taut as a bow across my bed, straining against her imprisonment, and bonds digging into her wrists and ankles. I am tempted to gag her as well, to make her feel more vulnerable, but I realise the fact that no one will hear her cries will be even more terrible for her. I explain that I have to go out, but that she will stay like this until I return in several hours so that she can think about her new position in my life. She starts to cry, silently and without hope that it will soften my heart. It makes me hard. I have already had her twice but I have to have her again. Satisfying my appetite feeds it. I am torn. The spell I intend to work tonight to bind her to me requires a very specific series of acts, and to have her now might prevent the spell from working. I want to sink into her warm flesh now, before I own it, before the spell makes her want me as much as I want her, to fuck her hard whilst she struggles. I must find some other way to use her. I straddle her waist, and begin to unbutton my fly. I move slowly so that my anticipation can build, and hers, for she must be anticipating this as well, if so dull a word can encompass the sheer terror she must be feeling. She begins to struggle, an instinctive response, for she knows that it will do her no good. The bonds tighten until her arms are quivering with tension, but still she doesn’t give up the fight. Brave little Gryffindor. She clamps her mouth shut and turns her head to one side. I make a mental note that this could complicate matters for this evening, her head will need to be restrained in some way. But that isn’t what I want now Hermione. Her breasts are thrust up into the air. I pinch her nipples until they furl. I grasp her breasts and push them A little saliva as lubricant, and then I am pushing my cock into the little furrow they have made. She turns to look at me in shock. She has probably never heard of this, much less done it. Yet another lesson. I look forward to educating her in so many ways. I move backwards and forwards at a fast pace. I don’t have time to prolong the ecstasy, and her agony. I am so excited by the thought of all the things my little pet and I will be doing, that it doesn’t take long for me to come. I come hard, spurting my seed all over her face and hair. There is no way she can clean it off, and I am not about to do it for her. She can lie here, marked as my territory, and meditate on her new destiny. On a whim I scrape some of my seed from her chin, and force my finger into her mouth. She will never again be free of the taste of me. I move off her and tuck myself away. I run a hand down her inner thigh, and plant a kiss on her pubic curls. Good night Hermione. Think of me while I am gone. Later I will bind her to me with the darkest of magics, and the physical bindings will no longer be necessary. They will all be in the mind. Per os, per vaginam, per anum. The holy trinity of fucks. Miss Granger won't be a virgin in any sense of the word after tonight. |