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“Check out the brunette at 10 o’clock,” whispered Frank.

David peered over the rack of jeans he had been pretending to peruse. “Damn!” He barked back (A little too loudly, it seemed). It seemed the brunette had heard his remark and made eye contact with him for a brief second before looking back down to readjust her chest in the pink dress she had just put on, admiring the subtle cleavage it showed off and wondering if it was too low cut that Professor Mcgonagall might disapprove of it on a 14-year old. “Well, it’s not like there’s prom to ever look forward to at Hogwarts,” Hermione thought, “This might be my only chance to wear something like this at school. I can wear what I want, the old bag can complain all she wants.”

“Shhhh!!” whispered Frank. “Are you an idiot? Don’t ruin the plan before it’s even started!”

“Did you see the way she looked at me? Fuck, I need her! And there’s no one else around right now! Dude come on! Let’s pick her!!” whispered back David in excitement.

“I was thinking the exact same thing. She looks delicious! And can’t be older than 15 maybe!” said Frank. “Okay, I agree,” he said after thinking for a brief moment. “She’s the perfect type of girl and this is probably the best opportunity we’ll get. Let’s do this.”

They had planned it out a thousand times. The key was not being seen, and fortunately today was extremely foggy and chilly for an August day so barely anyone was out around the department store. From a distance, they slyly watched Hermione come back out of the changing room now in skin tight jeans and a pink zip up sweater that looked like it had been well worn (little did they know she had worn this outfit just a few months ago when saving her friend Harry’s godfather’s life).

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She quickly bought the pink dress at the register and made her way out of the store. Frank and David followed at not too far a distance, but with the fog outside, Hermione had no idea.

Hermione had taken the bus, since she wasn’t old enough to drive yet. Fortunately there was a stop just at the corner of the street. She wished there was more people around, it was kind of creepy being alone in this dense fog.

Next thing she knew, a cloth had been draped over her face and someone was trying to stuff it in her mouth. She gasped in horror but she inhaled something that smelled like formaldehyde to her soaking the cloth and got extremely lightheaded from it. At the same time a pair of hands hand grabbed both her arms forcibly behind her and was duct taping them together. Before she even had a chance to comprehend what had happened, she was lying on the ground with her mouth duct taped with the cloth covering her eyes and stuffed in her mouth, and her arms duct taped at the wrist together, as well as her legs which were bound from ankle to knee. Seconds later she was completely knocked out from whatever was in the rag in her mouth, her body going limp on the concrete sidewalk.

“Quick, the car!” yelled Frank. David quickly ran to get the car, and Frank took the private time to caress the girls innocent face, and sneak a squeeze of her tits through her sweater as she lay face up on the sidewalk. Within a minute David had driven up next to the bus stop and opened the trunk. Frank gently lifted her up and placed her snug in the trunk and shut it quickly. They had a few hundred miles to drive to their destination, and both of their minds were racing in anticipation of what they just accomplished and praying that no one saw them.

***in the next chapter: Hermione wakes to find she is in the last place she would ever want to be, and Frank and David have a bit of fun with their new captive.***

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Hermione woke up 6 hours later.

She had such a terrible headache, at first she couldn’t even comprehend what had happened. Her lips were chapped and her throat was parched. She went to rub her eyes open, but that’s when she realized her hands were now tied down by rope to the arms of an old wooden chair. It all came rushing back to her now and panic set in. Last thing she remembered was being duct taped by two strangers and now she had no idea where she was. She felt her legs were also roped to the front legs of the chair. The seat was also uncomfortable, and her ass was sore like she had been sitting in it for days, but that was the least of her worries at the moment. Her mind raced as she tried to take in her surroundings.

She saw she was in a large square room that looked to be completely made of metal or concrete, and there were no windows. The ceiling light was quite bright and left no corner of the room hidden from her view. There were two doors on opposite sides of the room. One was a small wooden door with a small window that looked into a dark area she couldn’t see. The wooden door almost looked out of place with how cold and uninviting the rest of the room was. The other door looked to be a very heavy metal door that must have led off to somewhere but it was closed now, and by the looks of it was a high industrial door, almost like a walk-in freezer door she had seen at a restaurant before. It was this door which was directly in front of her.

The only thing Hermione could do was scream, so that’s exactly what she did. Hoping without hope that there was someone somewhere who could hear her and come rescue her. “HELLLLLPPPP!!! Someone please help me!!!!” The only thing that seemed to listen was the metal door before her. And it wasn’t saving her. After a few minutes Hermione started to notice how eerily silent the room was. Complete silence, she could hear her breathing so clearly in here. For some reason, this freaked her out the most, as dread that she was completely alone in this place started to fill her mind. So she sat in silence and cried.

It seemed like hours had passed. To Hermione it might have been days, as she had no concept of time here and her stomach was starving. Abruptly, she heard beeping noises from outside the large metal door and a series of clicks that sounded like heavy locks being shifted. Suddenly the door opened wide, and in walked two men with large grins on their faces.

One was tall, dark haired, and a bit lanky. Hermione noticed that he dressed reasonably well and if it weren’t for the circumstances she would think he looked like a professional and very nice gentleman. The other on the other hand, was short, bald, and very heavy-set. He had a huge grin on his face, and Hermione could see his teeth were a bit yellow as if he rarely brushed them. Hermione looked up at them both with a hesitant fear in her eyes. Both men looked like they might be in their 40s or 50s.

“Sorry for making you wait,” said the tall one. “We just had some last minute decisions to make and things to talk about. Hope you’re comfortable enough?”

Hermione just stared back at him, now getting some control over the fear and anger setting in her eyes. She remained silent.

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“Right…,” the tall one began again, “well, my name is Frank, and my friend here is David.” David gave Hermione a polite wave, and she glanced at him and thought she saw a sliver of drool dripping out the side of his mouth.

“I want to tell you why you are here, and what will happen here so you’re not surprised by anything, Frank said, “But first, you have to tell us a little about yourself.”

“I’m not going to tell you anything,” said Hermione, her voice steady in her resolve to not show fear.

“Well let’s just see. What is your name, dear?” asked Frank.

Hermione remained completely silent with a cold look in her eyes. “Untie me right now and let me go.”

Frank sighed out loud. “I wish you would at least be a little bit cooperative. Don’t make me ask you again please. What is your name?”

Still a cold silent stare from the young girl.

Frank turned to David and gave him a nod. Next thing Hermione knew, she felt a massive open-handed slap across her face that practically knocked the wind out of her.

“Believe me, we can be much more cruel to you if you choose to remain silent. One way or another we will get you to talk. What will it be?” said Frank with a more stern voice this time.

Hermione was tearing up. The slap had stung so badly she wanted to cry from the pain. She hesitated, but after thinking of what this tall man had just told her, she felt it probably was best to answer the questions, to save herself from any more pain.

“My name is Hermione Granger,” she finally said, her voice breaking and holding back her tears.

“And how old are you today?”

Hermione sits up a little taller. “I’m 14.” Her voice cracked.

“Very nice to meet you, Hermione,” said Frank. “Of course, we already knew that from your wallet. We just had no idea how to pronounce your name, it is a rather peculiar name. We will get to know more about you over time, but knowing your name and age is enough for now. We need to give you information so you understand what is happening. You are here as our prisoner. Slave would be a better term if you wish to call it that but some people don’t like hearing that word. We intend to keep you here for the rest of your life, and so I do hope that you get comfortable here and, in time, can feel like it is your home.”

Hermione started to panic hearing these things. Too many thoughts were racing through her head: “How do I get out of here? Can I kill them? What will they do to me? Where’s my wand? My family will search for me I’m sure. Hogwarts can probably find me. Dumbledore definitely could. I’m so scared. If only I had my wand!”

Frank continued, “You will do whatever we tell you to do, no questions asked. As lo my as you do so, we will treat you quite well. If not… well we can be very persuasive. I might remind you that we are deep underground and hundreds of miles from any sort of civilization. You’re stuck here as long as we want you here. Even if you somehow managed to escape this room, there are a series of other locked doors and traps to keep you permanently stuck here if you ever managed to escape this first room.”

“Now don’t lose all hope! We decided to make a type of scoring system for you, to keep your morale high and keep you happy. Because trust me, we want more than anything to keep you happy. At the end of every day, we will offer you one particular unique service. And you have freedom to say yes or no and we won’t punish you if you say no. BUT if you do whatever the service is, you will be rewarded with a point. Every 10 points earns you special gifts and rewards, and if you make it to 100 points, we will permit you one wish that we will obey without question. You could even use that wish to leave here and never return if you wanted, although I imagine we would sorely miss you.”

“Early on there are some good rewards you will cherish most of all. For example, at 1 point, you are permitted the chambers in the room behind that wooden door. There’s not much there but there is a bed, a toilet, shower, and a sink, as well as one set of clothing. At 5 points you’ll be permitted some choices on what you eat as well as extra pairs of clothing. The higher your score the more wonderful the reward. Things like television, your own fridge, beauty products, etc can all be yours in time.”

“But you can also lose points. If you are not being compliant with our other requests during your stay here, or if you’re being difficult, then we can deduct points if we feel it is appropriate,” David chimed in with a toothy grin.

Hearing all of this, the first thought that Hermione had was, “This is almost just like House Points at Hogwarts, but at the same time not at all like it.” She was still trying to comprehend the seriousness of what was happening to her right now. She was being considered a slave…and the only way to be free is to do whatever they say and play along enough to get enough points to earn my freedom. “What a sick game! How can people like this even exist? I thought slavery was for other creatures like house-elves. Not for witches!” Hermione’s heart sank as she thought about what she was saying. “But it’s true,” she thought, “even though I fight to end house-elf servitude, it’s more appropriate for them to be slaves than someone like me!”

As Hermione had this internal dialogue with herself, Frank walked closer to her. Hermione winced in fear. Frank said, “it’s okay. Today will be very easy for you. We won’t make you do anything else today, but you do get your first opportunity for a point! Oh by the way, along with the other room, the first point also earns you enough water to sustain you as well as basic food.”

“What do I have to do?” asked Hermione reluctantly.

“Simple, make out with me for 1 minute, and make out with David for 1 minute. If you do it to our liking, then you’ll earn the extra room and food/water as promised. If not, then unfortunately you will have to sit here tied to this chair until tomorrow. Any more questions?” said Frank.

“No,” muttered Hermione. Her mind was racing again. She badly wanted all those things she was being offered. But at the same time, the idea of making out with them, especially David, was horrifying. She had never kissed a boy before. She had done it with her stuffed animals at home, pretending they were either Ron or Dean Thomas, but to have her first kiss taken from her by these old men was humiliating.

“Good. I will untie you now, because David and I will be the ones sitting in the chair, and you will be sitting our laps while you make out with us.”

David started to untie Hermione’s feet, and then her hands. She didn’t even realize how tight they had been tied down until they were freed and she saw the red marks on her wrists. She already knew better than to try and fight them. There was no way she would overpower them right now, and even if she did she had no idea how to get out of here.

Frank asked Hermione nicely to get up, and she obliged slowly but surely. Frank sat down in the chair and moved his hands to her hips to pull her onto his lap. Her jeans were torn in some places, he noticed, and there were some faint stains on her pink zip-up, but overall he was pleased with how beautiful the child looked. Her chest seemed a nice size for being only 14, and he could only imagine how they looked.

Hermione reluctantly started to sit in his lap., facing him. At least she thought he was somewhat attractive. Frank told David to start the timer.

“Start,” announced David.

Frank leaned in to kiss Hermione. She pulled back at first but she felt his hand move up to the back of her head and push her forward again. He started to kiss her on the mouth. Hermione tried to keep her mouth sealed, and this made Frank pause.

“Open your mouth and use your tongue please. Or else you won’t get your point,” Frank said with some anger in his voice.

Hermione knew she had to and so finally gave in. She opened her mouth and let Franks tongue slide into her mouth. It was long and wet. Because she was so dehydrated she actually welcomed it. She started to use her tongue as well, thinking all the time of getting hydrated and trying to ignore the fact she was making out with an old man. The kiss was kind of nice, she thought. Nothing too crazy, and he was actually really good at it. Frank was fully enjoying it, tasting her freshness. She even smelled nice!

“Time!” Announced David. And frank and Hermione’s lips untangled from each other. Hermione blushed as she had somewhat enjoyed the kiss.

They changed positions and now David was sitting in the chair. Hermione almost wanted to back out, but Frank, seeing her hesitancy again, reminded her of what was at stake if she refused.

“There’s a good girl,” said David as he half yanked her onto his lap.

“Start,” announced Frank, and David started licking all over Hermione’s lips. It was disgusting and his breath stunk like something rotting. David slapped her again, not as hard as the first time, as she hadn’t opened her mouth. Hermione started to tear up and reluctantly opened her mouth again. Frank rammed his tongue in her open mouth and Hermione almost gagged. She kept her control though, and started to play with his tongue with her own. She was trying to push it out of his mouth, but he couldn’t tell the difference.

“Stop!” Announced Frank. Hermione looked so relieved. Her torture was over. She was short of breath from the torture. She was going to get up from his lap but David held on to her right.

“Open your mouth, Hermione”, he shouted.

She was scared but felt forced to, and so she opened it wide.

Next thing she knew, David hacked a wad of dark grey spit straight into the back of her throat. Hermione started to cough and retch in disgust, as David laughed and shoved her to the floor, where she lay crying.

“Control yourself, David!” Yelled Frank. “I’m very sorry. That was not part of the request. But you have earned your point for the day. Congratulations. We will leave you be. The door to the other room is unlocked, and you will find several bottles of water, some cereal, and your other clothes in the room along with the bed, shower, toilet, and sink as promised. Remember, the more points you earn, the better your stay will become.”

“We’ll be back for you tomorrow bright and early, hehehe,” barked David.

With that, the two men opened the heavy metal door and left the room and Hermione in silence. She spent the next several hours crying on the floor in despair.

Hermione’s score: 1 point

Next chapter: Frank and David start to have real fun with Hermione

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Hermione woke up some hours later. She had managed to pick herself up and drag herself to the bed in the adjoining room some time last night, but she barely got an ounce of sleep. She had laid their crying. She kept her eyes closed for a long time hoping beyond hope that everything from yesterday was all a dream.

She slowly opened her eyes and took in the room around her. It wasn’t a dream. She was in a small room, almost the size of a walk-in closet. With a tiny bed without any bedding that she was currently laying on and a lumpy pillow. Next to her there was a sink that actually looked functional and in good shape. On the other wall she saw a toilet and a shower head next to it over a drain in the floor. All-in-all the room was maybe 10 feet long by 6 feet wide. She looked at the ceiling and saw a set of security cameras that were pointed at her bed, toilet, and shower area. She felt disgusted realizing that they might be watching her 24/7. Knowing this, she became resolved that she’d never shower here and give them the pleasure of seeing her naked. But she’d have to go to the bathroom eventually… that horror would have to wait out of mind for now, she thought.

Hermione sat in silence on the bed for a while. After a time, she finally got up and tried to wash as best she could at the sink. Even though her hands appeared clean, she felt so dirty after kissing the two men last night. She made sure to rinse her mouth and gargle as well. She couldn’t help but think about how much of that pervert David’s spit she had swallowed the night before. She looked around for anything else, but unfortunately she didn’t have any toothpaste or any other toiletries to freshen up.

She looked in the bag by the cot that had the extra clothes, and saw it was just the dress she had bought the day before. “Figures,” she thought, “why would they have any other clothes for a 14 year old girl? Well I’m certainly not going to be wearing this casually.” And she threw the dress back in the bag in frustration. Her stomach continued to ache so she took some of the cereal and water that had been set by the side of the bed and started to eat. Once she felt somewhat satiated, she sat back on the bed and waited…

Meanwhile in another room of the house:

“Can we fuck her already?” groaned David.

David and Frank were lounging, watching in a large screen tv Hermione as she sat anxiously on the cot.

“Be patient,” remarked Frank. “We’ll have plenty of time to fuck her for the rest of her life I imagine. But we only get this time to ease into it and slowly torture her without having to rely on rape to scare her. Think about how terrified she was to even kiss us yesterday! I don’t want to jump to fucking her just yet, give it another day or so.”

“Fine, fine…but I haven’t fucked a girl like her ever! You can’t make me wait too long!”

Frank looked over at David and saw that he had unzipped his pants and was jacking off his 9 inch cock as he watched Hermione longingly.

“What do you think this is?” asked Frank, holding up the wand they had found in Hermione’s purse.

“Only one thing it can be. It’s a nice and polished stick, that a teenage girl is carrying around? It’s a dildo,” replied David.

“I’ve never seen a dildo like this before,” Frank responded. “It’s so long, do you think it’s for anal use?”

“Gimme that!” David snatched the want from Franks’s hand. He sniffed both ends of it. “If it’s a butt plug, I don’t think she’s used it yet. It doesn’t smell like ass.” David started to lick the tip of the wand. “Yea it just tastes like wood,” he said in disappointment. He tossed it back to Frank.

“Well we’ll have to definitely use it on her sometime hehe,” remarked Frank. “It probably has some sentimental value to her if she was caring it around with her, so that should make it fun haha”

“Not as fun as when I cum all over that pretty face of hers for the first time,” moaned David, as he came on the floor in front of him in ecstasy.

Frank pretended not to notice. “What do you think about our plans with her for today?”

“Not gonna lie. I know I’ve said I’ve been bummed about not getting to fuck her yet, but I’m extremely excited about today's fun hehehe. Do you think she’ll put up a fight?”

“Oh, I hope so,” Frank replied with an evil grin. “Come on, let’s start the fun”.

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A few minutes later, Hermione heard the latch and locks on the heavy metal door shifting and clicking. She stood up straight and her heart started to race.

“Hermione, please come out here.”

She didn’t know why she did it, but Hermione came out without hesitating and saw Frank and David standing eagerly by two comfortable chairs they had brought into the concrete room. Frank had Hermione’s purse in his hand. The wooden chair from yesterday was still in the middle of the room. Perhaps she knew whatever fate awaited her was inevitable.

“That’s a good girl,” spoke Frank. “How did you like the accommodations? I know they’re not the best but we can’t have you be too comfortable or else you wouldn’t strive to earn more points for more luxury in the future. Trust me, we want you to get as many points as you can so that you start to really enjoy your time here.”

“It was okay,” muttered Hermione.

“David and I were discussing your situation after last night and came to a decision. Since you truly are so beautiful, it would be a shame for it to go to waste. So we have made a change to the rules that we will allow you your usual makeup that was in your bag and hair accessories so that you don’t become disheveled. We may also from time to time request you in certain outfits and want you to have certain makeup or hair style done. We, of course, will instruct you the night before if we ever want you to present yourself in a certain way the next morning. Do you understand?”

Hermione paused for a second, and thought that overall this was a positive change in her situation so she agreed. “Yes, sir.”

“Here is your purse with all your makeup and accessories,” said Frank as he handed her her purse.

Hermione’s heart skipped a beat as she realized her wand must still be in there, and with her wand she could escape!

“Thank you,” she said calmly.

To start today, we want you to doll yourself up and put on the dress you bought yesterday. We will give you one hour to get ready, and we will wait for you here. Once you are ready, please come out to present yourself to us.”

“Yes, sir”. She took her purse and went back into her room and closed the door.

She frantically emptied everything out of the purse in search of her wand. To her dismay it was no longer in the purse. She sat back on the bed and sobbed for countless minutes. Her one hope of getting out of here seemed to have disappeared and for the first time Hermione felt truly afraid.

After a while, Hermione picked herself up. She knew if she didn’t get ready for these men they would probably torture her. She slipped off her jeans and shirt/zip-up sweater and put on the pink Yule ball dress. She continued to cry thinking she wouldn’t get to wear it at the dance with all her friends. She then sat down and did her hair using her hair products and accessories and put on what makeup she had in her bag. Fortunately there was a mirror above the sink so she was able to determine that she did a pretty reasonable job, all things considered.

As she was putting on her makeup, she heard a bang on her door. “Times up! Get out here and show off for us!” She could tell it was David this time. He seemed much worse and crueler than his partner.

“Coming!” She put on the last of her lipstick, and stepped outside to the concrete room. Both men were sitting casually in their comfortable chairs and smiling at her.

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“Fuck” she heard David say with his mouth open in awe of her. Hermione truly thought she did a great job given the conditions and was somewhat happy that the only two people she could get an opinion on it from also felt the same way.

“Excellent work, you’ve done an amazing job,” said Frank. “Please come closer to us.”

She stepped forward in the room til she was only a few feet in front of them.

“Give us a spin,” I want to see what you’re working with,” said David.

Hermione reluctantly spun in place for them. She could feel their eyes wandering all over her body.

“Your first job of the day is to give us a short dance in this dress,” Frank said. “Nothing too much, just a little sexy dance, wiggle your hips, that kind of stuff.”

This startled Hermione. She had no idea how to dance like that. The only thing that came to mind was a dance routine she had seen in the movie Mean Girls that she had practiced in her room before.

”Is this the one request for the day that will earn me the point for the day?”

”Oh definitely not. Don’t worry, we will announce which request each day will be the request you can choose to do for a point. That will usually happen at the end of the day. But remember everything else we tell you to do is a command, not a request. The final request will be the only thing you are permitted to decline if you want. If you refuse to do anything else we tell you to do, you will be punished. So?

Without hesitation, Hermione started to move her hips and do the dance. She was humiliated but felt this wasn’t so bad. They could be much worse to her, all things considered.

Frank and David certainly enjoyed the dance. They were pleased Hermione knew such a sexy dance and was actually quite good at it.

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Once she finished the dance, Frank and David applauded for her. She almost blushed. “Maybe this won’t be that bad,” she thought to herself, “maybe they’ll only want me to do things like this, which isn’t so bad.”

“Wonderful, you’ve been doing a great job so far! That was quite entertaining! I love how your body looks in this dress, you certainly picked a good one!”

“Hehehe so did we, eh Frank?” laughed David.

Frank smiled to himself as he stared into Hermione’s eyes. “Now Miss Granger, you will strip for us.”

“Excuse me?” she responded abjectly.

“Strip. Down to nothing. It’s time we saw what we worked hard for. And don’t drag it out. You’re not getting any younger.”

Hermione paused. She couldn’t do this. Anything but this. As much as she knew they said she couldn’t refuse, she had to. The one thing she still had was her dignity. “I…I can’t. Please…” as her eyes started to tear up

“No one asked if you wanted to or not. You heard Frank. I command you to strip!” shouted David in annoyance.

Hermione closed her eyes as she started to cry, and just shook her head no.

Next thing she knew, a hand was choking her and slammed her up against the concrete wall. She screamed in pain as she continued to cry. She opened her eyes to see Frank standing over her with his hand around her throat.

“You’ve made your first mistake Hermione Granger. Let’s hope it is your last one. Now you’ll be punished as you have been warned. David, bring in the equipment.”

“Please!! I’m sorry!! Don’t do it! Don’t do it!! Hermione started to scream as she was breaking down in tears.

“This was your own doing by disobeying us.”

David had left and come back swiftly with a set of shackles on chains. He used a device to attach four of them to the two opposing walls in the room. The chains connecting them to the walls, one on each side connected near the ceiling, and one near the floor. He then brought the shackles near the center of the room and moved the wooden chair out of the way.

When he was done, Frank dragged Hermione by her hair to the center of the room. David started to set the shackles on her wrists and ankles. He then pulled on the other end of the chains to make them tight which promptly raised Hermione up in the air. She was now tightly held in place vertically by 4 shackles in opposite directions like a human letter X. She screamed in despair, but Frank promptly slapped her across the face again.

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“Now you will be force stripped by David. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Remember you are our property. You belong to us. Now look at me, tell me your name, and tell me what you are.”

Hermione opened her teary eyes, he still had his hand holding her face up. She looked into his eyes, hiccuped and said, “My…My name is…Hermione Granger…and I’m…I’m your property…to do with…as you wish…” she continued to sob as she finished stating this.

“Good girl. Now relax, you don’t have to dance for us anymore. Not like you could right now anyways. We’ll take care of the rest for a while.” And Frank gave Hermione a soft kiss on the lips.

David began to strip Hermione down while Frank watched in delight. Slowly he was able to tear the dress off of Hermione, leaving her bra and panties on. They stood back and looked at the beauty in front of them shackled like a slave.

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“Now the bra and panties”

“Please no…” Hermione started begging. But she knew it was pointless. She went silent after that, as David unhooked her bra, revealing her perky 14-year old chest and soft pink nipples. He used a knife to tear away her panties to reveal her soft ass and a nice trimmed brunette bush covering her pussy.

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“Mmm so sweet. You look so tasty, whore,” said David.

“Now we are going to cover you in chocolate syrup from head to toe. Don’t worry, it’s just to make the next part fun for us, as we will then begin to lick every inch of your body until you are all clean.”

David and Frank proceeded to bring in a tub of chocolate syrup from outside the room. They then took paintbrushes, dipped them in the syrup, and started to brush her entire body. They left no inch of her uncovered. They took special care to get in between the folds of her soft virgin pussy lips. and deep between her ass crack, spreading them wide to make sure they didn’t miss any spots inbetween, especially around her puckering pink asshole. David even took the paintbrush and shoved it in Hermione’s mouth and nostrils.

Hermione was completely defeated. She stopped talking after that and after a while even stopped crying. There was nothing she could do to stop this from happening. All she could hope was that it was over soon. She kept her eyes shut the entire time.

David and Frank began to lick Hermione. They started with her extremities, Frank on her right hand and foot, and David with her left. She could feel their tongue slapping up every inch of her as they made their way closer to her torso. They spent extra focus on her thighs she noticed, massaging her thighs as they licked around her inner thighs. They then moved on to her back, licking up and down her spine. Next was her face. Hermione tried to keep her eyes and mouth shut, but they pinched her nose which forced her to open her mouth. When she did finally open it, she felt both of their tongues diving into her mouth at the same time. It was disgusting. They were slurping up the chocolate in her mouth. David even spit in her mouth again a few times, but Hermione didn’t care anymore.

They continued to lick all over her ears and neck. From there they moved down to her chest. Hermione had never had anyone play with her chest before. And she could hardly say what these two men were doing was playing. Frank was making circular motions with his tongue around her left areola, and then pushing her nipple in and out with his tongue. David on the other hand was sucking on her nipple so much that it started to hurt. He was using his hands to squeeze her right breast as hard as he could and was trying to pump out anything he could from that nipple. Hermione winced in pain. As far as she could tell, he was unsuccessful, as he punched her in the tit when he was done.

Lastly, Frank moved down to her pussy, and David went behind her and got to work on her ass. Frank spent a lot of time licking the chocolate out of her pubic hair. He was sucking on the pubes and even accidentally pulled some out, that he swallowed down with the chocolate syrup. Then he went down and started licking Hermione’s labia folds. His tongue started going in between them and lapping up and down between her legs. He then took an extra scoop of chocolate with his finger and placed it on her clit, and started sucking down on it and licking it aggressively. This made Hermione start to shake, not recognizing that she was having a tiny orgasm. Frank took great pleasure in this, and when he saw her pussy lips start to glisten with her natural oils, he dug his tongue as far as he could inside her pussy. The chocolate and her vaginal fluids made for a tasty slurry. Her juices were starting to trickle down his chin. He had finally cleaned up all the chocolate he could see on her pussy, but he stayed a while longer down there as he waited for David to finish his task.

David had started on her ass first by taking care to lick up and down each ass cheek. So all that was left to clean up was between her cheeks and on her asshole. He then made one long lick up from the bass of her ass crack, up teasing her asshole, and finishing on her lower back. This cold sensation sent shivers down Hermione’s spine, her brain trying to comprehend what disgusting things were happening to her. Next thing she felt was a hard finger poking at her asshole. She screamed in fright.

“Please! Don’t!!! Don’t put anything in there!” Hermione begged.

“Shut up slut! Maybe this will teach you to obey us next time we tell you to do something!” Screamed David.

He had stuffed in 3 fingers worth of chocolate syrup into her asshole with his finger. The last time, he stuck his middle finger in her asshole and pushed it in all the way to the knuckle and felt her squirm and tighten on his finger. His finger came out a bit lighter brown stain than the chocolate he had inserted in her asshole.

“Hehe I don’t think this bitch has shit in a day or two Frank. I can smell her shit!” David then stuck the middle finger in his mouth. “Mmmm I can taste it too!” He started to press his tongue into Hermione’s innocent asshole. He wasn’t able to get far in and he could see there was still chocolate inside.

“Hey bitch, push out the rest of the chocolate out of your asshole! I need to clean it up! If you don’t, I’ll force it out of you myself!”

Hermione had no idea how he could force it out of her but at this point she didn’t want to know how. She started to push, and she could feel his mouth sealed around her asshole with his tongue teasing right outside her asshole. After a few pushes she felt something moving out of her ass. She had no idea if it was just the chocolate or if she had also shit as well.

“Mmm that’s a good girl. Right in my mouth. Still tastes delicious, fresh out your oven!” David finished off Hermiones ass with a few licks to clean off the outside, and then kissed her hole as he stood up.

David and Frank stood in front of Hermione again, chocolate covering their mouths and hands. Hermione was still hung up by the shackles with her head sulken as if she had lost the will to keep it up.

“Look up at us,” commanded Frank.

Hermione looked up with defeat in her eyes.

“Never disobey us again. We can do far worse things to you. You know deep down we were very gentle towards you even though you disobeyed us. Next time we may not be as nice. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Excellent. David, help me get her down so she can rest.”

Once she was unchained, they propped her up in the wooden chair. She barely had the strength to move so they had to do it for her.

“Now. Do you want to hear your request to earn another point? There are no perks for level 2, so nothing will change for you at least tonight, but we can make some perks if you get to level 3,” asked Frank.

Hermione shook her head no.

Frank slapped her across the face.
“You will always speak when I ask you a question. Do you want to hear the request?”

Hermione started to silently cry again. “No, sir.”

“That’s disappointing,” replied Frank. “But per our rules you are allowed to decline it. Very well. We will leave you be for today. We did enjoy today and hope tomorrow you might be more inclined to enjoy it with us. Good night”

They both started to head out of the concrete room.

“Hehehe see you tomorrow. Thanks for the meal!” laughed David as he licked his middle finger some more.

Hermione’s score: 1 point

***Next Chapter: Hermione gets to use her wand, and more!

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Hermione was awoke the next morning with a loud bang on her bedroom door. She woke up startled. After yesterdays experience, she had slowly crawled back into her bedroom, turned on the shower and laid underneath it for a few hours to wash off the disgusting feeling of the two men’s’ tongues over her entire body. She had then put on the only clothes she had left since they had torn her Yule ball outfit. Her jeans and pink top were looking quite dirty. And what was worse was she no longer had underwear as that had been torn off of her as well. So she put on the jeans and felt her pussy and asshole chafe under the fabric. Nothing she could do about that unfortunately.

“Coming!” Yelled Hermione.

She got up and went to the door. She had resolved to try her best not to refuse the men of anything they wanted, as she didn’t want to experience last night ever again. She braced herself and then opened the door.

As soon as she opened it, David yanked her by the hair and threw her onto the concrete floor.

“Good morning, whore!” He laughed at her. “Sit in your chair, we need to talk again.

Frank was there too, and he stared at Hermione with a cold look as he waited for her to get in the chair. They both now say opposite her in their comfortable chairs from yesterday.

“We hope we will not have a repeat of yesterday, understood?” asked Frank.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. One thing I want to change though. I hate your name. I always forget how to say it. So as long as you are our slave, we will call you by a different name. We will let you choose the name, as long as it is to our liking. Fuck Hermione though. Such a terrible name, your parents must be rednecks. So what do you want your new name to be?”

Hermione was surprised by this question. She was grateful they were letting her pick though, and not giving her a terrible name. She had liked Ginny’s name when she first heard it, so she offered that. “May I choose the name Ginny, sirs?”

“Fuck no! Makes you sound like a pig! If we named you Ginny we’d treat you like a fucking pig and I don’t think you want that! Pick a proper English name!” Yelled David.

Hermione thought some more. She had also liked her grandmothers name, Emma, and that was a perfectly normal name.

“How about Emma?”

“Hmm…” Frank wondered aloud, “I actually really like it. It suits you, you look like an Emma. Very well. From now on we can call you Emma, or sometimes Hermione if we feel like it. Either is suitable, but you must answer to both.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Are you ready to start the day?” asked Frank.

Of course she wasn’t, but Hermione knew better now.
“Yes, sir. What are we doing today?”

“Today will be a rather simple day. We are going to all be masturbating together, Emma.”

Masturbation. The idea sickened her, but she knew after yesterday that something like this was inevitable.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, let’s begin,” Frank continued, “of course first you must undress.”

Hermione knew better than to hesitate so she started to undress in front of them. It didn’t take long as she wasn’t wearing underwear, but she still didn’t like the way they stared at her body.

“Is that a bruise, Emma?”

Emma looked down at her body and saw a welt where David had punched her in the left breast.

“Yes sir, I’m sorry sir.”

“I’m glad you apologized. You’re learning well. If you hadn’t, I would have given you a matching bruise on the other tit as punishment for not looking your best for us. Now, come and undress us.”

Hermione paused, but again swallowed her pride and moved forward on the cold floor to Frank. Frank allowed her to pull his polo up over his head. He then stood up and told her to kneel in front of him before she unzipped his jeans.

“I want your pretty eyes looking up at me, while you take off my pants, Emma.”

Hermione/Emma did as she was told. The concrete hurt her bare knees as she kneeled in front of her captor.

Slowly she unzipped his jeans as she stared up at his face. She then moved on to his boxers, slowly bringing them down. His 10inch cock rose slowly to greet her when she did. Frank was shaved well, and his cock actually looked nice.

“Thank you, Emma,” quipped Frank. “Please say hello to my cock and give it a nice stroke to show that you’re glad to meet it.”

Hermione thought this was vile. She stared at the cock, the first one she had ever seen, except for in porn, and awkwardly said “Hello.” “It’s nice to meet you,” she remarked as she took it in her hand and pulled up and down on his shaft.

“Thank you, Emma,” now go and do the same for David and his cock.

She waddled over on her knees to David and undid his shirt and pants rather quickly. As she took off his boxers, the stench hit her. He didn’t seem to bathe regularly. At least down there, she thought.

What she revealed was his 9inch cock fully erect. He had pubes everywhere, even on his shaft, and they were long and black.

“Good morning, cock, my name is Her…Emma, and it’s very nice to meet you.” And she began to give a few tugs of David’s erect penis.

“Use both hands when you’re servicing my cock, Emma,” said David.

Emma took both her hands and moved them up and down his cock.

“Have you ever done any of this before, Emma?” asked David.

“No sir, this is the first time I have even seen a cock before.”

“Well it won’t be the last time either, thank you Emma.”

Hermione stood up afterwards and waited for their next instructions.

“Emma, we want you to sit in the chair now, with your legs up on the armrests, and start masturbating for us.”

Hermione did as instructed. She was quite flexible so sitting in the chair with her legs up on the armrests wasn’t too uncomfortable for her. What was more uncomfortable was seeing Frank and David pulling on their cocks as they stared at her pussy. But she knew she had to continue.

She started to touch her pussy with her right hand. Rubbing her clit only at first.

“Use your fingers, Emma,” said Frank, as his member started to get stiff in his hand. “That’s it, in and out of your pussy, I want to see you get wet.”

Hermione had masturbated before, many times. She was a teenager after all. So she felt as comfortable as she could be with this, and started to insert 2 fingers into her exposed pussy. She was surprised that she was already pretty wet. Part of her wanted to moan but she stayed composed. How could she enjoy this? “I’m basically being assaulted right now! I can’t be enjoying this!” She wondered.

“Faster, slut!” Yelled David.

Hermione began to go in and out of her pussy at a fast pace, and could feel the juices in her pussy welling up. She kept going faster and faster, and it was really starting to feel good now! “Mmmm” she started to moan out loud as sweat started to bead on her brow. She was going so fast you could hear the sloshing of her pussy from how wet it was.

“Oh fuck yes, little Emma knows how to pleasure herself hehehe. She’s a pro!” Screamed David as he was jacking off his cock at the same speed Hermione was masturbating.

Hermione suddenly felt several spasms take over her body and one of her legs involuntarily shot up in the air. Her body started to shake uncontrollably, and after 10 seconds of this, she stopped as she was drenched in sweat and out of breath.

David then got up and walked towards Hermione. “Open your legs again, cunt!” He yelled. Hermione did as she was told. He got on his knees and started licking up all the female cum that had leaked out of her pussy, and tongued in and out of her pussy.

“You’re so sweet, and still a virgin! Mmmm I love it!”

When David went to sit back down, Hermione saw that Frank was now holding up her wand and admiring it. Her heart leapt. If only she got a hold of it! As long as she stayed calm maybe they would give it to her.

“What is this?” Frank asked.

“It’s just a stick. A nice stick I had found.”

“You want me to believe you just pick up sticks and keep them in your purse? Don’t insult me like that! What is it?”

Hermione thought of the first thing she could think of.
“It’s a play wand! A toy to pretend to be a witch!”

“And why would a 14 year old be playing with a children’s toy?” Scoffed David as he continued to rub his cock.

Hermione had no good answer for that so she remained silent.

“Whatever the reason, I thought we might have fun with it,” answered Frank. “Get on all fours and turn around for us, Emma.”

Hermione did as she was told anticipating that they would spank her with it. What happened next was very much a surprise.

“I’ve measured this ‘wand’ and it’s almost 11 inches long. Pretty impressive length but it’s not very thick, is it, David? Can’t do much with it, but I figured it would make a pretty good anal dilator. Help open her up so in the future….well I don’t want to get carried away hehe. What do you think, sweet Emma? Do you agree that that’s a great idea?”

Hermione was stunned. She was about to be violated with her wand. She knew she couldn’t say no. Because who knows how much worse they could be. Her heart was pounding. “Ye..yes sir. That is a…great idea.”

“Hmm you don’t sound too excited about it. Why don’t you tell me how eager you are to feel your wand shoved up your virgin asshole?”

Hermione closed her eyes and took a big gulp in her throat. “I can’t wait for you to use my wand on me, sir. Stick my wand inside me, I can’t wait to feel it in me.”

“Could do better but that was good enough for now.”

David then began to spread Hermione’s ass cheeks, exposing her still perfect virgin asshole. Frank lined up the tip of her wand up against the entrance and gently pushed the tip inside about half an inch.

Hermione winced in discomfort. Thankfully the tip was quite small but it had burned fiercely. Frank pulled the tip out and watched Hermione’a asshole pucker after it was dislodged.

“Please sir, it burns. can you use lube?”

“We have no lube, unfortunately. But it sounds like you are desperate for something to ease the burn. I think David can help. Are you okay with him using his tongue to lube up your asshole, dear Emma?”

Hermione found herself in a terrible predicament. The last thing she wanted was his tongue anywhere near her asshole like yesterday, but she knew she was trapped again. “Yes, sir. That would be very appreciated” she said in disgust.

David walked around and pulled her face up to look him in the face. “Tell me that you can’t wait for me to tongue fuck your virgin asshole, Emma.”

She stared back at him, “I can’t wait for you to tongue fuck my asshole, sir.”

“Mmm there’s a good girl,” he replied patting her head with his 10 inch cock. “I’ll do exactly what you told me to do, sweetie.”

David bent down on all fours behind Hermione and started to lick at her asshole with his tongue. He pushed his tongue as hard as he could into her asshole and finally felt it loosen up to let him in. He went as far in as he could and stayed inside her asshole letting his drool spill out of his mouth into her asshole. Hermione could feel exactly what was going on and felt disgusted when she felt his cold spit trickling inside her.

“That’s good for now,” Frank said after 3-4 minutes of David’s fun. David stood up and picked his lips in happiness. Frank then took Hermione’s wand and inserted it again into her asshole. This time Hermione didn’t feel too much pain. He began to slowly twist and push the wand deeper into Hermione’s asshole. Soon he was 3 inches in.

“Do you want me to go deeper in?”

Hermione didn’t know if she had a say in the matter but she was too scared to try and say no. “Yes, sir please go further.”

“Mmm how much further do you want it, Emma?”

“Aa..all the way in, sir. Please.”

“You’re being such a good girl today Emma. As you wish, I will try my best for you.”

Frank started to push more aggressively into Hermione’s asshole. It was starting to burn her again but she bit her lip and bared through it. “Soon it’ll be all over” she thought to herself.
Once the wand was 9 inches inside her, Hermione began to scream. “Please it hurts! I can’t anymore!”

“I’m only doing what you wanted Emma. Don’t worry, I won’t break you. But you asked for this. And I’m a very kind person, really. I’ll make sure we do as you wanted.” Frank continued to grind it deeper into her ass. Her minor screamed the rest of the time, and now tears streamed down her face as she cried in agony.

Eventually Frank finally got the whole wand up her ass, to the hilt. He stepped aside and let David have a bit of fun. Soon Hermione was heard screaming louder than ever, as David was pushing the wand back and forth a few inches inside her asshole.

“Do you want us to take it out?” Asked David.

“Yes please!!” Hermione was able to plead between her sobs.

“Very well, David please pull it out.” David pulled quite quickly on the wand and Hermione let out a blood-curdling scream and writhed on the floor. Drops of blood were dripping from the end of the wand, and Hermione was holding her butt in agony.

“Let me take a look to see how things are,” commanded Frank.

He took Hermione and flipped her over. “There are a few drops of blood, and it looks like you’ve developed a little bit of prolapse as wells nothing too serious, and I don’t see any splinters either. Hopefully the prolapse recovers soon as I don’t want to see your asshole looking this used up in the future. I advise using cold water on it to calm down the pain tonight.”

Hermione remained sobbing on the floor and didn’t answer.

Now it is time for the one request. I have changed my mind and will offer you a few pairs of simple clothing once you get to level 2, since it’s obvious your old clothes are well worn. Do you want to hear what you need to do to earn them?

Hermione laid there and pondered for a second. She couldn’t possibly be worse off than she currently was and she could desperately use some new clothes. She answered “yes sir” quietly aloud.

“Excellent! All you have to do is finish us off! See we have been masturbating all day, but unlike you we haven’t finished! So we want you to give us both handjobs at the same time and let us cum all over that pretty face of yours. Okay?”

After what she went through, that seemed almost tame. Yesterday she would have refused without question but now? Now it seemed mild and easy to do. “Yes sir, I can do that for you.”

“Good! Get on your knees!” And Frank and David stood in front of Hermione and watched as she took both their cocks in her hands. They were both soft now as they had not been stroking much while they abused her asshole with her wand. But after a few strokes, Hermione felt them getting stiff in her hands.
“That’s a good girl” David said. Hermione looked up to see he had his phone out and was recording this. She paused in fear.

“Keep going sweetie! The camera loves you!”

She knew better than to object, but she was terrified of who might see that video. She prayed it was only for these two peoples use. She continued to stroke them off and tried to avoid looking up at the camera.

“Faster please!” Frank said. Hermione was exhausted and sore but she worked hard to rub them up and down as best she could. She had never done this before so didn’t know any techniques.

“It may help if you kiss the tip of our cocks. That’ll help us cum,” said Frank.

Hermione knew the faster she got them to cum the faster this would all be over. She took Franks cock, looked him in the eyes, and kissed the tip of his uncut cock. Next she looked up at David and his camera, took his cock and kissed it twice. She doesn’t know what compelled her to kiss it twice, but she did.

“That’s good! We’ll finish from here!” And they took their cocks in their hands and started rubbing furiously over Hermiones face. She closed her eyes and waited. Soon she heard both men moan in unison and felt several spurts of hot sticky cum plastering her eyes, nose, lips, and chin. She winced each time she felt another squirt hit her. When they stopped, she felt two hard cocks rubbing against her face spreading the cum all over her face. She kept her eyes and mouth sealed shut praying they wouldn’t make her open them.

“Excellent work Emma!” “This was much better for you than yesterday! I will be back with your new tshirts and shorts, and a towel so you can clean up. Get some rest and we will see you tomorrow!”

Emma/Hermione remained kneeling on the ground with her eyes closed and heard the metal door open and close. As she knelt there, silent streams of tears started to pour down her face…

And mix with the cum.

Hermione’s Score: 2 points

***next chapter: let the rape begin!

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Hey guys sorry for the long wait. I’m thinking of getting started again but need some motivation haha. Please leave comments with ideas u might have that u want to see! I’ll try to incorporate all you’re good ideas in the coming additions!!