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Hermione has a secret fantasy. Ginny is all too happy to oblige. [consensual non-con; rape fantasy/role play; anal; rough sex]

Hermione and Ginny lounged on Ginny’s bed. Parvati and Luna were off somewhere and they had the dorm room to themselves.

“What do you want to do?” Ginny asked.

Hermione shrugged. “I dunno.” It was a lie.

And Ginny could tell. “Oh, yeah, you do.” She leaned closer. “And your unwillingness to say it tells me that it is kinky as shit.” She grinned. “Tell me, what filth has your brilliant mind come up with?”

Hermione blushed a little. “So, I really liked what we did the other night…”

Ginny nodded. “The slightly subdom thing we had going on, yeah.”

“Well, I thought, maybe we could take things a step farther…”

Now intrigued, Ginny sat up. “In what way?”

Hemione looked down, pursing her lips. “I…”

“Come on, Hermione,” Ginny prompted.

Hermione sighed and looked at Ginny. “I want you to fuck me, rough like before, but this time, I want to pretend not to want it.”

“So like, a rape role play?” Ginny asked.

Hermione was relieved to hear no judgement in her voice. “Yeah, I guess.”

Ginny thought a moment. “Alright,” she said, standing up to get the strapon from her drawer. “I’m into that. Everything we’ve discussed before fair game?”

Hermione nodded.

“Safeword’s still Ravenclaw,” Ginny said, pulling her pants and underwear down partway to put on the strapon. Once it was in its place, she looked at Hermione. “So, I’ll come in the room and the roleplay will begin. You try to resist me.”

Hermione's stomach fluttered in anticipation as she nodded. Ginny grinned and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Out in the hall, Ginny took a moment to get her head in the right place. Then she burst into the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Hermione jumped. “What the hell?” she squeaked.

“Don’t you ‘What the hell’ me.” Ginny made her way over to the bed with purposeful strides. “You know exactly what I’m here for.”

“Please, no,” Hermione’s voice trembled as she tried to slide away from her.

But Ginny was strong from her years of Quidditch and grabbed at Hermione’s arms. She straddled her, pinning her to the bed. Hermione struggled but Ginny held her down.

She grabbed some handcuffs and cuffed Hermione’s wrists to the bed. From her position on top of her, Ginny looked down at Hermione menacingly.

“Please don’t,” she begged. “I’ll do anything.”

Ginny smirked. “Anything is exactly what you’ll do for me tonight.”

Hermione whimpered.

Ginny grabbed her chin. “Stop your whining, little miss, do you know how many people would love to be in your position right now?”

“Not me,” she said quietly.

Ginny slapped Hermione and almost broke character when she realized what she’d done. She waited a moment, giving Hermione the opportunity to use the safeword. When she didn’t, she continued. “Why don’t we start with that smart mouth of yours.” Ginny leant down and kissed Hermione hard on the lips. Hermione tried to resist and keep her mouth closed, but Ginny wormed her tongue in and kissed her hard into the mattress. Hermione got a thrill from unsuccessfully warding Ginny off, a thrill she would have been ashamed of in any other place, with any other person.

When Ginny pulled away, they were both panting. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Hermione didn’t respond.

“Well, I’m sure I’ll get something out of you,” Ginny started to fiddle with the buttons of Hermione’s blouse but, growing impatient, tore it open. It was nothing a little Reparo couldn’t fix later.

She drew a finger down Hermione’s chest and quickly removed her bra. She kneaded her breasts roughly. “For a prude, you sure have big tits,” she said. She flicked one nipple and Hermione winced; it hurt, but in a good way, a way that tugged at her core, down below. Ginny grinned and Hermione shuddered. It was going to be a good night.

As Ginny turned her attention lower, Hermione started to struggle again, wiggling her hips in an attempt to break free.

“Oh, are you excited about having my cock in you?” Ginny crooned. She ground against Hermione’s hips, who felt the cock through her clothes. Ginny slipped a hand behind her, under Hermione’s skirt. “A thong?” she said in mock surprise. “Scandalous.”

She pushed the cloth aside and began stroking Hermione’s flaps. Hermione tried to struggle, but it felt so good. When she twitched her hips, it wasn’t to get away from Ginny’s skillful fingers, but towards them.

Ginny smirked. “Maybe you do want me after all?”

Hermione shook her head vehemently but couldn’t hide the need in her eyes. She did want Ginny inside her, but she wanted it to be rough, even rougher than last time.

Ginny discarded her pants and underwear, her fake cock erect with arousal. When she started to position herself, Hermione tried to move out of the way.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Ginny scolded, roughly grabbing hold of Hermione’s hips and holding her in place. “You’re gonna take my cock and you’re gonna like it.” She paused. “Well, whether you like it or not is not relevant. I am going to like it.”

Hermione trembled in anticipation as Ginny put Hermione’s legs over either shoulder, and lined up the cock. With one motion, she pushed into Hermione, all the way to the base. Hermione cried out at the feeling of being so filled; this strapon was bigger than the one they had used before, it not only filled her but seemed to stretch and widen her pussy. It hurt but in a pleasurable way, satisfying the secret want, deep down, of being utterly dominated.

Ginny didn’t hesitate before pounding into Hermione at a rapid pace. She held onto Hermione’s legs and hips as she entered her, all the way to the base of the cock, over and over again.

Hermione could barely form complete thoughts as her body jolted back and forth with the force of Ginny’s thrusts. She felt like her cunt was being stretched in the best sort of way.

Ginny came quickly, pausing her thrusts for a moment to experience the shuddering pleasure before pounding into her a few more times, filling Hermione with her cum.

She didn’t care that Hermione hadn’t come yet. That wasn’t part of this.

“Roll over,” she ordered.

Hermione was too much in shock to do anything, so Ginny forcefully rolled her onto her stomach. Her arms twisted in a way that was a little uncomfortable, but Hermione didn’t complain.

Ginny put her up on her knees and, without warning, began to thrust into her cunt once more. Hermione moaned into the pillows.

“What was that, slut?” Ginny asked. She grabbed at Hermione’s hair and pulled her up. “Do you like that?”

“No,” she managed to get out.

Ginny smirked. “I don’t believe that.” She pushed Hermione back down, pressing her face into the sheets as she fucked her, as hard as she could, listening to how the slap of skin on skin mingled with Hermione’s muffled moans. Hermione’s hands were stretched out in front of her, crossed at the wrists where the handcuffs glinted in the low light. It was a position of utter vulnerability and submission and when Ginny came again, pumping Hermione with more of her cum, she relished the sight.

Hermione came right after her and Ginny laughed, letting Hermione up from the sheets. “Maybe you are enjoying this just a little bit.”

“No,” Hermione said quickly, face flushed, as she scrambled back from Ginny, manoeuvring into a sitting position near to the headboard where she was cuffed to. “I just… I didn’t want to. You made me.”

Ginny approached her slowly. “Yes, I did make you, didn’t I?” Hermione shrank against the headboard. “How does it make you feel that I made you come when you didn’t want to?” She undid one of the handcuffs, but only to free Hermione from the headboard, and fastened it around her wrist again. “Helpless?” She leaned in close to her face. “Powerless?”

Hermione’s chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily, but she did not answer.

Ginny shrugged. “Maybe you need some more time to think about it.” She pulled Hermione forward by her wrists and down onto the bed on her hands and knees again. “Sometimes,” she continued, her voice low. “it takes some time to admit you like being held down and fucked.”

Hermione made a half-hearted attempt to crawl away, but Ginny grabbed her hips tightly, pulling her back towards her. Hermione prepared to feel Ginny’s cock inside her pussy again but felt nothing for a moment and then cried out as she felt her fill her ass instead without warning. Hermione whimpered at the sudden intrusion and bowed her head down farther, so she rested on her elbows.

“What’s that?” Ginny asked, slowly pulling out of Hermione’s ass. “No resistance?”

Hermione said nothing, not wanting to give up this semblance of unwillingness quite yet.

“Very well then.” And Ginny thrust back in, just as quickly and even deeper this time. Hermione moaned and collapsed completely onto the bed, held up only by Ginny’s strong hands. Ginny set a gruelling pace, fucking Hermione’s ass with a lust and a need that made Hermione want to reach up and rub her clit – but her hands were cuffed, and so she couldn’t.

Ginny couldn’t help but smile at the way Hermione’s resistance – put-on though it was – had broken down. While this whole thing had been Hermione’s idea, she had to admit she was very much into it as well: making Hermione come against her will, to the point that she did not resist.

Soon she was hitting a particularly sensitive spot and Hermione moaned loudly, pressing back against Ginny, to keep her going in that deep. The resistance was gone, but that didn’t mean the play-act was, so Ginny immediately stopped her movements. Hermione whimpered with disappointment. Cock still deep in her ass, Ginny grabbed Hermione by her hair and pulled her up until her back was flush against Ginny.

“Are you going to admit you like it now?” she growled in her ear.

Hermione’s entire body trembled, from her need to come and her past orgasms and the intensity of the situation they had invented. She nodded quickly, breath coming in heavy pants.

“So, what do you want me to do about that?” she prompted, jostling her hips a little so her cock pressed into Hermione a little more.

Hermione whimpered again. “Please, make me come.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “Fuck me.”

Ginny let go of Hermione and she collapsed back down. She pulled out of her and Hermione groaned quietly at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Ginny rubbed her ass and then slapped it with an open palm. Hermione winced slightly, but her gasp turned into a moan.

“That’s for pretending to not like it,” Ginny snapped. She slapped her ass again and as Hermione moaned again in response, she shoved her cock back in.

It didn’t take long for them to come this time. Ginny fucked Hermione for all she was worth, fingers leaving harsh red marks on her hips, and Hermione just let all the sensations wash over her, not letting any other thoughts into her mind – no shame at how much she had wanted this, and how much she liked it now that it was happening, nothing but the feeling of being entirely dominated.

Ginny came first, filling Hermione with her cum for the third time that evening, with Hermione soon afterward, riding waves of pleasure that did not only have to do with the physical feeling, but also the situation they had created for themselves.

Hermione finally fully collapsed on the bed and rolled onto her side, exhausted. Ginny joined her, laying beside her. She brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face and took a moment to just look at her. Hermione took her hand and gently kissed it.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Ginny asked finally.

“That we should do stuff like that more often?” Hermione said.
Ginny nodded.

“Absolutely.”

Ginny had to laugh. “Have I ever told you how wonderful you are?”

Hermione smiled. “Yes, but please do anyway; maybe we’ll discover that I have a praise kink too.”