************************************************************************** Ok people, if you want to read this you must be 18 years old or older. In the story that follows sexual activities among minors is involved, so if you don't like it or is illegal were you are, don't read it. Otherwise welcome! Now, this chapter is kind of short. Sorry about that, but I have a lot of Potions homework to do for the holidays that I haven't even started! Hope you like it. In any case write to me: alxsinclair@hotmail.com If you wish to send me some spam or hat email, kindly address them to your mother. **************************************************************************
Malfoy's World -------- -----
Harry begun sliding the ring up Malfoy's shaft, but all guilt washed away from him as he glanced at his face, a hideous smile was drawing on it anticipating the much needed release of his seed and his words sank into Harry's reason: he was the one who took Ron away from him.. The smile faded when Harry decided he would not let the boy cum. He would pay for what he'd done to Ron. And this was just the beginning of it!
"Ensexatte Bed!" Fred said, after taking Draco's wand. He flipped it and then pointed it to it's owner. Before Harry could ask what kind off spell was that, the curtains in Malfoy's four poster bed, started moving. They tore off the rails and crawled like silky waves towards Draco, who was magically held spread-eagled. They traveled all around his body at once and, judging by Malfoy's facial expression of mild horror and truthful pleasure, were stimulating every inch of it.
The sound of creaking wood directed Harry's attention to the lower posts of the bed, which were twisting and forming what unavoidably reminded Harry of a cock. And a big one! It didn't surprise him to see it going straight to Draco's hole with little gentleness. It was as if Fred had read his mind.
"This will teach him!" Harry said to himself. But the look of utter sexual frustration in Malfoy's eyes made him aware of his own aroused status. "Never mind... I'll save it for Ron" he thought, his hopes high again. "Nice work, Fred!" he said, speaking to where the wand appeared to be floating.
"I've got it!" came George's voice from near the sexed up bed. He was waving the leather covered notebook and it seemed to fly awkwardly towards Fred and Harry.
"Oh, this is ridiculous" said the Wesley holding the wand. "Watch me!" Draco's wand pointing at Harry's eyes. Suddenly, Fred became visible in all his nakedness in front of Harry. The came George's turn, and when they finished, the three boys were visible, but only to themselves.
"What do we do now?" Harry asked. "Is there a counter spell for the literas charm?".
"Not that I know off... " said George.
"Me neither" added Fred. "Let's take a peak" And he opened the dirty book to read.
--"(...) Forced to fulfill the Dungeon Keepers sexual needs, the boy had never felt such humiliation before. As he stood obediently still, feeling the rough hands around his naked body. Obscenely caressing parts of his body that were once private, with no other intention than to add to his shame and misery.
A short, but powerful pull on the chain linked to his necklace forced the boy to the floor, his hands tried uselessly to pull on the bounds that held them to his back, to try and protect the face from hitting the cold stone of the floor.
The Keeper's massive hands took hold of the young wizards hips, without letting him get his air back. He lifted the boy's bottom towards his own crotch with the slightest of efforts, and shoved his impressive cock into the burning, tight hole of the red haired slave.
Red now also in the face, the boy tried to fight the invasion, tried to kick, but only adding to the pain in his boy-cunt, as the half-giant continued to mercilessly fuck his brains out. He screamed, even though his friends could not hear him. He screamed for his lover and best friend, but, just as nobody ever left the Dungeon, no sound could escape it either.
Pump after pump, the hurting wouldn't subside, as his sphincter was magically forced to stay tight. Just like his cock was forced to remain erected; despite the unbearable treatment he was receiving the young wizard ached to cum and the Keeper's penis smashing into his overexcited prostate, proved to be a more insufferable torture than the pain and humiliation on themselves.
After several minutes, the Keeper released his load in the permanently tight hole of the slave. His giant rod seemed to grow larger inside the boy with each thrust, exponentially increasing the pain. The beginning of an orgasm started to grow in the boy's navel, despite all of this. However, after his hearted skipped a beat in anticipation of a release that had been unnaturally delayed, the feeling stopped; he actually felt his semen sliding down back to his aching balls, possibly due to yet another cruel spell that cursed his body, as he was thrown back to the floor of his cell."
"D' you reckon that was Ron it was talking about?" asked George. "Bet it is" said Fred.
Harry's eyes were watering, his scar burning, he knew it was him. "Literas".
He didn't know how he did it. He didn't have a wand, he wasn't even sure if he had spoken the word out loud, but now here was Harry Potter, inside Draco Malfoy's private and depraved world.
He was at the end of a long, stone corridor, with many wooden doors. One of the had to be Ron's cell. He tried the first one on the right... it was a cell, but it was empty. On the left... it was the Potions classroom, except Professor Snape was wearing some sort of leather underwear and was carrying a long menacing-looking cane; that image was going to be imprinted deep in Harry's mind for the rest of his life. He shook his head and kept looking. The second door on the right... it was Hogwarts library, and there, sitting on his usual table, was the freckled boy from Harry's dreams.
"What-?"
Harry froze. The boy looked up, he looked miserable, but when he spotted him at the door his face lit up like a candle. Harry then noticed that he was chained to that place... he didn't understand. This was Malfoy's writing, he couldn't know about his dreams? Was this why he had last dreamed him trapped with Ron and asking for help? But How? He lift his gaze once again to the boy's face... he was about to say something when his smile turned to an expression of fear.
"Harry BEHIND YOU! NO!!!" .
Something hit him behind the neck, and all turned black.
***************************************************************************** Ok, so it wasn't kind of short. It was to bloody short. Sorry. It seems much harder to write than it did at the beginning. Oh and to RICKY, the muggle boy from China. Hi! Hope you liked this part to! *****************************************************************************