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“Don’t look at him. Look at me.”
Another spank hit her, and she cried out.
“You have to be quiet, lovely. Do you want a professor to find their perfect prefect, begging for our cocks like a pathetic whore?”
Hermione shook her head. “ N- no.”
Her mouth dropped open as the toy they had given her expanded, stretching her out even further.
Behind her, Fred chuckled deeply before gripping tightly into her hair and delivering another blow.
“Wanna try that again, love?” George questioned, like he was asking what she thought of dinner.
Casually.
“Please- please. ”
“Aw.” George whispered without any real sympathy in his voice.
A hand pulled her chin to meet his eyes. Eyes that were much darker than their typical baby blue.
“Oh lovely,” strong calloused fingers began wiping at the tears freely falling down her cheeks. “You’re so pretty when you cry.”
She whimpered again, George quieting her cries by thrusting two of his fingers into her mouth. She greedily accepted them. Without breaking eye contact with her, he instructed. “Give her another one, Fred.”
"No-"
Smack.
"No-please-"
Smack.
"It's too much."
That was apparently the wrong thing to say as Fred flicked her skirt up just in time to watch the plug expand again. She couldn't see it, but she knew the gem would be a matching ruby to their Gryffindor ties.
"Another lie, lovely? Aren't you supposed to be a good girl?"
Hermione swallowed her words. They were right, after all.
“That's more like it.” Fred's finger began tracing up her leg, from the top of her thigh high socks to the evident signs of arousal dripping down her legs. “Oh George, she's dripping.”
George had yet to remove his fingers. “I have no doubt about it. Give her more. She's a good whore. She can handle it.”
Hermione moaned over his fingers as Fred's hits got harder. Her legs crumpled with every burn.
She felt rapid fingers on her clit, and she bit into the fingers gagging her. She heard a grunt and felt them rip from her mouth and a hard palm against her cheek.
“Maybe not as good as we thought. What a disappointment.”
George’s words made her cunt throb. They were deep in his chest, and her legs clenched tighter on Fred’s fingers.
And she shook her head.
“Oh, you’re not a worthless whore?”
Hermione shook her head. “N-no.”
He chuckled, wrapping her hair in his fist and pulled her head back, moving his lips a breath from her ear. “Prove it. Prove that you’re a good whore and cum on Freddie’s fingers.”
Hermione whimpered. Then George pulled on her hair as Fred’s rhythm continued and she was cumming despite her tears.
She had barely recovered when she felt the pull on her face and the feeling of her cheeks being dragged across a clothed crotch. Specifically, the clothed outline of George’s cock.
He rubbed her against him. Her cheeks. Her nose. She was utterly humiliated and felt so insignificant, and her tears wouldn’t stop falling. One hand was in her hair and the other gripping her chin as she truly felt how big he was.
“Do you want to suck George’s cock, Ms. Granger?”
Hermione shook her head. “N-no, no. Please.”
The two brothers just laughed and the plug inside her widened even further. She hated how it knew. How it knew she was lying.
Her head was floating.
“So many lies tonight.” She felt another yank on her hair and a smack, not on her ass cheeks, but on the ruby plug. “I’ll give you one more chance to tell the truth, whore. Do you want to suck George’s cock? Do you want to be bent over this shelf and have your pathetic throat fucked?”
He yanked her hair back, and Hermione whimpered from the tension.
“Yes- Yes, I want that.”
“Come on. Good sluts use their words.” Fred’s voice behind her was butter and sent another flutter to her cunt. She could feel her arousal dripping down her thigh and dripping into the wood under her. “Tell him what you want.”
“I-,” she swallowed her breath. Were they really going to make her say it?
She looked up at George, who was staring back at her with a raise in his brow. “I want to suck your cock.”
George smirked, eyes full of mystery. He caressed her cheek. “Maybe soon. Let’s see how worthwhile you are with Freddie first.” Before she could question what he meant, he felt the tip of Fred’s cock at her entrance.
“What?” Her eyes watered as Fred slowly pushed in, his cock rubbing against the plug through her walls.
“You’re as pretty as a picture.” George spoke as he watched the tears fall. As Fred pushed in again, George took her face and thrusted his hips against her cheek. Fred’s pace grew rapidly and Hermione fought between the urge to scream and the urge to beg for more.
She felt a spank on her ass and her arms being tugged behind her back. “Yes.” She breathed out.
“What was that?” George asked. “You like how Fred is fucking you?”
She knew she had two choices. The first being to lie again, but she didn’t think she could handle the plug expanding again. Or she could tell the truth and take it like the desperate slag she was.
“Yes.” she answered, and Fred spanked her again. “Yes. I love it.”
“That’s what I thought. Now open that whore mouth.”
Hermione did as he asked, moaning as he pulled her tongue and a slow wad of spit fell from his lips and caught on it.
“What do you say to Georgie?”
“Thank you.”
Her tongue was still in George’s grip, so she did her best to thank him as Fred continued to fuck her from behind. She could feel bruises form on her thighs from hitting the shelf and on her wrist from Fred’s grip.
Then he slowly pulled out, and she could hear how wet she was. Her cheeks warmed in embarrassment. George spat on her tongue again and forced her to listen to the sounds of her cunt.
She moaned out as Fred hit a deep spot inside her, giving George the access to thrust into her mouth. The weight of George’s cock felt perfect in her mouth, like it was always supposed to be there. Like she was made for nothing more than to taste his cock and feel it inching its way to the back of her throat.
“How does she feel, Georgie?”
“She’ll make do.”
She could do better. Eager to please, Hermione began bobbing on his cock. She wanted to be good. She wanted him to spit on her face and tell her how good of a whore she was for him.
At once, the twins both pushed in, and Hermione had never felt so full.
“It is nice to see her actually use her mouth for something useful.”
“Look at how desperate she is.”
George chuckled again, and when Fred thrusted again, he pushed Hermione further down George’s cock, forcing her to gag.
“That’s it. Choke on his cock.”
Saliva dripped from the sides of her mouth, and she swallowed. George let out a pleased groan and Hermione’s thighs clenched together.
“Don’t you dare cum yet.”
“Please-” she tried to speak through the cock blocking her throat.
George pulled out and smacked her cheeks before gripping her face. “Don’t fucking whine.”
“I’m sorry, sir. Please, please can I cum? I want to cum on Fred's cock. I want to cum for you.”
Hermione shouldn’t have felt pride when she saw George smile. Smile as he succeeded in something he shouldn’t have.
“Do it. Show me how pretty you look while you cum.”
One of Fred’s hands had slipped beneath her skirt and flicked against her clit, and Hermione shattered. She cried out and begged them. She didn’t even know what she was begging them for. She could only feel the painful pleasure of cumming for them.
Then she was being yanked by her hair, pulled off of the shelf and shoved to the floor. Her arms caught her barely. She looked up and saw them staring down at her, their hands fisting their cocks.
She opened her mouth to speak when the first jet of cum landed on her. She had never felt so small as the two men towered over her, spraying her with their cum. She didn’t even know whose was whose. It was everywhere. Her uniform. Her lips. She could feel it dripping down the valley between her breasts. She could see it in her hair. Under her eyes.
She was covered in them.
“What do you think, George?”
George grunted, putting his cock back inside his trousers and grabbing his bag from a nearby chair. “Well, she definitely exceeded expectations. But I think we can train the whore into recieving an Outstanding.”