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Harry Potter, October 3, 9:28, Great Hall
It's bright and early in the morning in the great hall of Hogwarts. Breakfast is just finishing, and over there by the staff table Narcissa Malfoy is being greeted by the Headmaster. Well, I have somewhere to be (and someone to do), and so I quietly slip out and into the entrance hall.
I throw on my invisibility cloak just as Narcissa comes out, escorted by Dumbledore and a few ministry flunkies she brought with her. They are definitely in the way of my plans, so to speak.
I follow after them as they walk up the dorsal left stairs to the third floor, the ones that on Mondays in prime numbered months lead in a never-ending loop. But today though they lead to near the library, and because as it's October, the library's entrance is on the third floor, near the statue of Otto the Irrevocably Bemused.
Confused yet? Well, we at Hogwarts have to deal with this sort of thing every day. It really keeps you on your toes. And I'm betting that Narcissa's memories of Hogwarts' many confusing corridors and stairwells are not as fine-tuned as they were all those decades ago when she was a student here.
That's what my plan hinges on. Here's the deal: The next ritual requires rape, pure and simple. If I can dominate Narcissa fully, and forcibly cum inside of her, I can use the ritual to make her my slave for life. She would do whatever I want, be my spy in Voldemort's forces, be my sex-slave, anything and everything at all. Ha. An extremely powerful ritual, isn't it? It's exactly the sort of thing that might pop into your head if I told you that I was doing sex-based rituals. Hell, it ran through my head when I first picked up the book. I thought back then that I would not go this far, but you know, desperate times and desperate measures and all that.
But, to do the ritual, I need to not have used magic on her in the past few hours. So my plan to catch cannot use magic to trick her into my grasp, but rather I if I can just get her escorts to fall a bit behind...
A quick confounding charm on the ministry flunkies makes them scatter and wander off, but the second one I follow it up with on Dumbledore is nowhere near as easy. Dumbledore is clever, and is very mentally skilled. But sheer power overwhelms anything. Ahhh, Hermione, Luna; that last ritual was more than effective.
It is enough, the pure force of my magic managing to overcome his defenses, at least enough to subtly demand his presence elsewhere. He goes off, and Narcissa suddenly finds herself alone in the corridor. (Alone but for me that is, following in my cloak.)
Just as I planned. She cannot find her way back, try as she might, or find her way to the library either. As she franticly searches for familiar ground, she wanders deeper and deeper into the recesses of the castle. Far away from anyone who could intervene, or for that matter hear her cries when I rape her. It's a shame that putting up a notice-me-not charm or a silencing barrier would count as using magic on her...
And my other reason: Those dratted portraits. The corridors have them all over. If I tried anything in a corridor, I'm sure they'd report it. As it stands, she tries asking for directions from them, but there is a trick to getting useful directions from the portraits, and it's been so long for her that she might have been a just sorted first year for all she had that knack.
Finally, at last what I've been waiting for. She tries to go through a secret door to a stairway, one that's pretending to be a wall that is only pretending to be a door (fairly standard, for Hogwarts that is), but she fell for the triple-bluff, and when she goes through the door, she finds that actually it' a window.
This would be pretty nasty if it were a window to the outside, but in this case, it is a window into an abandoned classroom. Why does a classroom have a window open to the corridor outside? I'll be damned if I know, but that's Hogwarts' architecture for you.
Anyway, she is now just where I want her. Alone, in a deserted part of Hogwarts, and with no spying portraits. My invisability cloak falls to the ground. “Hello Narcissa...” I call softly.
She whirls around, startled. I don't give her time to open her mouth before I grab her and and plunk her down on a desk facing me. “You...” she glares at me. “Who do you think you are?”
To answer that, I grab her blouse and pull. It tears off her, sending a spray of burst buttons into the air. She tries to leap to her feet, but I grab her and throw her right back onto the desk: I'm decades younger than her, and I have the power of many illegal ritual's behind me. What does she think she can do against me?
I pin her to the desk with one hand, while the other rips off her skirt. She starts screaming, and I let her. Who can hear her from here?
I pull off her bra and panties, and finally drop her to the ground at my feet, naked and defenseless. She lashes up with her elbow, right at my crotch, but I block it easily. She wants my crotch, eh? She'll get it. Oh, she'll get it.
My letting go of her momentarily had a purpose: With my free hands, I pull down my trousers. “Little Harry” stands at attention as I slowly advance towards where Narcissica is huddled on the floor, having scrabbled away from me, still screaming. At this point, it's actually more like begging, but I pay it no heed as I grab her arm and pull her to her feet. I press her up against the back wall of the abandoned classroom, and idly, to see if she'd comply, I order her to suck my dick.
She refuses, her eyes darting wildly for an escape, but that's no more than I expected. But, I can't be disobeyed can I? It's time for a bit of punishment. I push her down so that her face is level with my groin, and with my other hand I take solid hold of my cock and slap it hard across her cheek.
She whimpers, and I repeat this maneuver, slapping my firm erection first across one cheek, then the other. It doesn't take long before I am bored of this, and pull her further upright. Her breasts are full and firm, actually in pretty good shape for a lady of her age. Ha, who am I kidding. This is Narcissa Malfoy. I bet she goes in for expensive beauty treatments twice a week.
Well, it works out nicely for me, as I bury my erection deep in her firm mounds of flesh. As she tries to wiggle out of my grasp, her breast bounce back and forth around my meat. They press, warm and jiggling against my balls as she squirms around me, trying to escape, but serving only to stimulate my aroused organ. As she makes a last desperate lunge for freedom, her breasts twist aarapidly around my length in a sudden motion as she attempts to pull out of my grasp, and I cum. I spurt out all over her breasts, sticky streams of semen coating her chest.
I take a step back to survey my handiwork. Not bad, but I still need to come inside her for the ritual. She makes a desperate leap for the classroom's door, but a quick well placed locking charm locks it, and as I put my wand away, I take a predatory step towards her, grinning smugly.
She doesn't really have the strength left to fight back, as I throw her on to one of the desks on her front. Her cum-covered breasts press into the textured wooden surface of the desk as I pull her legs apart, and position my once again hardening cock over her entrance.
I slam my weight into her as I suddenly push my length deep into her cunt. She is far from wet, and the decent is painful, but more so for her than for me. She yells in pain as I do so, cursing me in language perhaps almost as shocking as the act I am committing now.
She screams once more as I roughly pull out, and then the fun begins in earnest. I slam into and out of her, her feeble willpower slowly deserting her as I do. Her mind fights back, resisting the intrusion, but it's helpless. Slowly but surely, the ritual replaces her mind with something that little bit more docile and willing.
Her body slowly abandons its resistance as her mind's defenses fall, her cunt getting wetter and wetter, more and more accepting of me as I pound into her. With a final grunt, I push into her for the last time, and as my dick reaches it's maximal depth enclosed in her soft folds, I come, shouting the final word to seal the ritual as I do.
I spill my load inside of her, and when I do, something else spills from me, magical and malevolent, to settle over her mind. At once, her body stops its jerking underneath me, and I see that I have been successful in my goal.
Slowly but surely, wincing slightly in pain (as I was not exactly all that gentle to her during the rape), she sits up. I step back and let her, looking to see what she'd do.
“My lord,” she mutters, getting down on her knees. “I am yours, forever.” Kind of overdramatic, if you ask me, but whatever. I have more pressing matters to deal with, like my rapidly recovering penis, which Narcissa is now rolling gently between her lips. I grab hold of her hair, and push her further down onto my renewed erection. She complies, and gently slips her soft mouth down my length, bringing her hands up to caress my balls.
Even this isn't enough for me, as I push deeper into her mouth. She obliges be by letting my tip hit the back of her throat, before starting to hum an unfamiliar little ditty. The vibrations in my stiff cock wrapped in her insistent mouth push me to near the edge once more, and then when she presses her lower body to my leg, gently rubbing her pussy up and down against my bare ankle, I pass the edge once more. I shoot my load right into the back of her throat. She doesn't let up her humming or the gentle sliding of her body up against me for even a moment, doing her best to swallow down globs of cum all the while.
Finally, I let go of her, and she slumps back against the floor. My mission is accomplished: She will now be my slave for life. That actually was one very useful ritual. I had my doubts, but who can argue with results?
With a flick of my wand, I Scourgify myself clean, and leaving her to tidy herself up and repair her torn clothing, I leave the room, heading for my Herbology class. I'll likely be the over half an hour late, but no matter how many house points Professor Sprout takes off, it was worth it.
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The pace of things quickly picks up. After classes, I meet up with Narcissa again, her tour of the castle completed. We duck into one of Hogwart's conveniently located broom closet's, and after having her give me a quick but very enjoyable blowjob, I give her her instructions on what to do. She is to pretend to still be one of Voldemort's faithful, to pretend to do her best at her mission to wreck Hogwarts. But she is to sabotage her mission from the inside, and arrange it so that Dumbledore will always be able to thwart her machinations.
Meanwhile, she is to gather as much information as she can about Voldemort, his followers, his base of operations, and his plans, and pass back to me everything that she finds. And she is to await further orders.
Today I have struck a great blow against Voldemort and his forces, and I'm not just talking about what Narcissa just did to me. That was a great blow as well, but I digress. Today I planted an agent deep inside Voldemort's forces, and I'm not just talking my penis, which today I planted deep inside Narcissa. Alright, alright, I'll get my mind out of the gutter and get to the point: I did it. Yes, I used forces that many will rightly say are dark and evil, but I did it. I've managed more against Voldemort than anyone else ever has, and that's what really matters. I do not regret going down this path, no matter what happens. Power is power, and any power employed against Voldemort is most certainly alright in my book.
It's bright and early in the morning in the great hall of Hogwarts. Breakfast is just finishing, and over there by the staff table Narcissa Malfoy is being greeted by the Headmaster. Well, I have somewhere to be (and someone to do), and so I quietly slip out and into the entrance hall.
I throw on my invisibility cloak just as Narcissa comes out, escorted by Dumbledore and a few ministry flunkies she brought with her. They are definitely in the way of my plans, so to speak.
I follow after them as they walk up the dorsal left stairs to the third floor, the ones that on Mondays in prime numbered months lead in a never-ending loop. But today though they lead to near the library, and because as it's October, the library's entrance is on the third floor, near the statue of Otto the Irrevocably Bemused.
Confused yet? Well, we at Hogwarts have to deal with this sort of thing every day. It really keeps you on your toes. And I'm betting that Narcissa's memories of Hogwarts' many confusing corridors and stairwells are not as fine-tuned as they were all those decades ago when she was a student here.
That's what my plan hinges on. Here's the deal: The next ritual requires rape, pure and simple. If I can dominate Narcissa fully, and forcibly cum inside of her, I can use the ritual to make her my slave for life. She would do whatever I want, be my spy in Voldemort's forces, be my sex-slave, anything and everything at all. Ha. An extremely powerful ritual, isn't it? It's exactly the sort of thing that might pop into your head if I told you that I was doing sex-based rituals. Hell, it ran through my head when I first picked up the book. I thought back then that I would not go this far, but you know, desperate times and desperate measures and all that.
But, to do the ritual, I need to not have used magic on her in the past few hours. So my plan to catch cannot use magic to trick her into my grasp, but rather I if I can just get her escorts to fall a bit behind...
A quick confounding charm on the ministry flunkies makes them scatter and wander off, but the second one I follow it up with on Dumbledore is nowhere near as easy. Dumbledore is clever, and is very mentally skilled. But sheer power overwhelms anything. Ahhh, Hermione, Luna; that last ritual was more than effective.
It is enough, the pure force of my magic managing to overcome his defenses, at least enough to subtly demand his presence elsewhere. He goes off, and Narcissa suddenly finds herself alone in the corridor. (Alone but for me that is, following in my cloak.)
Just as I planned. She cannot find her way back, try as she might, or find her way to the library either. As she franticly searches for familiar ground, she wanders deeper and deeper into the recesses of the castle. Far away from anyone who could intervene, or for that matter hear her cries when I rape her. It's a shame that putting up a notice-me-not charm or a silencing barrier would count as using magic on her...
And my other reason: Those dratted portraits. The corridors have them all over. If I tried anything in a corridor, I'm sure they'd report it. As it stands, she tries asking for directions from them, but there is a trick to getting useful directions from the portraits, and it's been so long for her that she might have been a just sorted first year for all she had that knack.
Finally, at last what I've been waiting for. She tries to go through a secret door to a stairway, one that's pretending to be a wall that is only pretending to be a door (fairly standard, for Hogwarts that is), but she fell for the triple-bluff, and when she goes through the door, she finds that actually it' a window.
This would be pretty nasty if it were a window to the outside, but in this case, it is a window into an abandoned classroom. Why does a classroom have a window open to the corridor outside? I'll be damned if I know, but that's Hogwarts' architecture for you.
Anyway, she is now just where I want her. Alone, in a deserted part of Hogwarts, and with no spying portraits. My invisability cloak falls to the ground. “Hello Narcissa...” I call softly.
She whirls around, startled. I don't give her time to open her mouth before I grab her and and plunk her down on a desk facing me. “You...” she glares at me. “Who do you think you are?”
To answer that, I grab her blouse and pull. It tears off her, sending a spray of burst buttons into the air. She tries to leap to her feet, but I grab her and throw her right back onto the desk: I'm decades younger than her, and I have the power of many illegal ritual's behind me. What does she think she can do against me?
I pin her to the desk with one hand, while the other rips off her skirt. She starts screaming, and I let her. Who can hear her from here?
I pull off her bra and panties, and finally drop her to the ground at my feet, naked and defenseless. She lashes up with her elbow, right at my crotch, but I block it easily. She wants my crotch, eh? She'll get it. Oh, she'll get it.
My letting go of her momentarily had a purpose: With my free hands, I pull down my trousers. “Little Harry” stands at attention as I slowly advance towards where Narcissica is huddled on the floor, having scrabbled away from me, still screaming. At this point, it's actually more like begging, but I pay it no heed as I grab her arm and pull her to her feet. I press her up against the back wall of the abandoned classroom, and idly, to see if she'd comply, I order her to suck my dick.
She refuses, her eyes darting wildly for an escape, but that's no more than I expected. But, I can't be disobeyed can I? It's time for a bit of punishment. I push her down so that her face is level with my groin, and with my other hand I take solid hold of my cock and slap it hard across her cheek.
She whimpers, and I repeat this maneuver, slapping my firm erection first across one cheek, then the other. It doesn't take long before I am bored of this, and pull her further upright. Her breasts are full and firm, actually in pretty good shape for a lady of her age. Ha, who am I kidding. This is Narcissa Malfoy. I bet she goes in for expensive beauty treatments twice a week.
Well, it works out nicely for me, as I bury my erection deep in her firm mounds of flesh. As she tries to wiggle out of my grasp, her breast bounce back and forth around my meat. They press, warm and jiggling against my balls as she squirms around me, trying to escape, but serving only to stimulate my aroused organ. As she makes a last desperate lunge for freedom, her breasts twist aarapidly around my length in a sudden motion as she attempts to pull out of my grasp, and I cum. I spurt out all over her breasts, sticky streams of semen coating her chest.
I take a step back to survey my handiwork. Not bad, but I still need to come inside her for the ritual. She makes a desperate leap for the classroom's door, but a quick well placed locking charm locks it, and as I put my wand away, I take a predatory step towards her, grinning smugly.
She doesn't really have the strength left to fight back, as I throw her on to one of the desks on her front. Her cum-covered breasts press into the textured wooden surface of the desk as I pull her legs apart, and position my once again hardening cock over her entrance.
I slam my weight into her as I suddenly push my length deep into her cunt. She is far from wet, and the decent is painful, but more so for her than for me. She yells in pain as I do so, cursing me in language perhaps almost as shocking as the act I am committing now.
She screams once more as I roughly pull out, and then the fun begins in earnest. I slam into and out of her, her feeble willpower slowly deserting her as I do. Her mind fights back, resisting the intrusion, but it's helpless. Slowly but surely, the ritual replaces her mind with something that little bit more docile and willing.
Her body slowly abandons its resistance as her mind's defenses fall, her cunt getting wetter and wetter, more and more accepting of me as I pound into her. With a final grunt, I push into her for the last time, and as my dick reaches it's maximal depth enclosed in her soft folds, I come, shouting the final word to seal the ritual as I do.
I spill my load inside of her, and when I do, something else spills from me, magical and malevolent, to settle over her mind. At once, her body stops its jerking underneath me, and I see that I have been successful in my goal.
Slowly but surely, wincing slightly in pain (as I was not exactly all that gentle to her during the rape), she sits up. I step back and let her, looking to see what she'd do.
“My lord,” she mutters, getting down on her knees. “I am yours, forever.” Kind of overdramatic, if you ask me, but whatever. I have more pressing matters to deal with, like my rapidly recovering penis, which Narcissa is now rolling gently between her lips. I grab hold of her hair, and push her further down onto my renewed erection. She complies, and gently slips her soft mouth down my length, bringing her hands up to caress my balls.
Even this isn't enough for me, as I push deeper into her mouth. She obliges be by letting my tip hit the back of her throat, before starting to hum an unfamiliar little ditty. The vibrations in my stiff cock wrapped in her insistent mouth push me to near the edge once more, and then when she presses her lower body to my leg, gently rubbing her pussy up and down against my bare ankle, I pass the edge once more. I shoot my load right into the back of her throat. She doesn't let up her humming or the gentle sliding of her body up against me for even a moment, doing her best to swallow down globs of cum all the while.
Finally, I let go of her, and she slumps back against the floor. My mission is accomplished: She will now be my slave for life. That actually was one very useful ritual. I had my doubts, but who can argue with results?
With a flick of my wand, I Scourgify myself clean, and leaving her to tidy herself up and repair her torn clothing, I leave the room, heading for my Herbology class. I'll likely be the over half an hour late, but no matter how many house points Professor Sprout takes off, it was worth it.
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The pace of things quickly picks up. After classes, I meet up with Narcissa again, her tour of the castle completed. We duck into one of Hogwart's conveniently located broom closet's, and after having her give me a quick but very enjoyable blowjob, I give her her instructions on what to do. She is to pretend to still be one of Voldemort's faithful, to pretend to do her best at her mission to wreck Hogwarts. But she is to sabotage her mission from the inside, and arrange it so that Dumbledore will always be able to thwart her machinations.
Meanwhile, she is to gather as much information as she can about Voldemort, his followers, his base of operations, and his plans, and pass back to me everything that she finds. And she is to await further orders.
Today I have struck a great blow against Voldemort and his forces, and I'm not just talking about what Narcissa just did to me. That was a great blow as well, but I digress. Today I planted an agent deep inside Voldemort's forces, and I'm not just talking my penis, which today I planted deep inside Narcissa. Alright, alright, I'll get my mind out of the gutter and get to the point: I did it. Yes, I used forces that many will rightly say are dark and evil, but I did it. I've managed more against Voldemort than anyone else ever has, and that's what really matters. I do not regret going down this path, no matter what happens. Power is power, and any power employed against Voldemort is most certainly alright in my book.
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