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It wasn’t supposed to go this way. Lily had been sent on a reconnaissance mission, one of her first since she’d resumed active duty after giving birth. She’d dressed like a regular Muggle woman, in a black mini skirt, knee high boots and tights to match, and a patterned sweater that clung to her chest. It hadn’t clung before she had Harry, but some changes to her body seemed to be permanent. Maybe when she stopped breast feeding. 

That wasn’t important, now. She’d been recognized, the result of so many of the soldiers in this war being classmates, even through her slight disguise. Black hair didn’t suit her, and the larger nose and glasses made her feel like the female version of James. The discomfort hadn’t been enough to trail Mulciber and Avery. Someone else should’ve been assigned. Someone older. 

Regardless, Lily couldn’t look worried now, as she walked briskly down the street, her two marks now pursuing her. She turned and cursed herself, the street was much darker, near empty, another turn, maybe run down the alley to a main street? But—fuck—this was a dead end. She turned and smiled, prayed that this was all a coincidence, and felt two spells take effect. Her disguise melted away as she spun on the spot. When Lily opened her eyes Avery and Mulciber stared her down with wicked grins. The anti-apparition charm had worked. 

“Hullo, boys,” Lily said. “Lovely night for a stroll.” 

“Too right it is—Mrs. "Potter, is it?” Avery asked politely. 

“It is.” 

“Blending in quite nicely.” 

“Thank you.” 

He was toying with her. Her muscles were taunt with the need to run or attack, but she feared to make the first move. Maybe they’d let her pass. Maybe not every meeting had to be a fight. 

“I ought to get going.” 

“Oh, so soon?” Mulciber asked. 

Lily sighed.

She threw out a silent stunner, it was blocked, and stepped back as she threw out an impediment, another stunner, simple, easy hexes and curses—she was out of practice. 

“You were never a great duelist,” Avery said with a pitiful shake of the head. He shot a nameless curse, and she blocked it, but was forced further into the alley. Lily’s heart beat was loud in her ears. Mulciber spoke a curse she couldn’t hear, but managed to block, and for a brief moment she managed to slip down the side of the alley. 

Lily ran, threw up shields behind her and felt them break seconds later. She couldn’t keep up against the two men, both stronger duelists with opposite styles.

“Come on, Potter , don’t make this hard on yourself,” Mulciber called. Rage twisted in Lily, he was mocking her, to him she’d never really be Potter, but her Muggle father’s name wasn’t good enough either. She spun to face them, a strong shield charm in front of her. 

“You think this is hard?” She let out a forced, hateful laugh. 

The shield charm shattered under Mulciber’s Crucio , and in her moment of fearful hesitation another curse hit Lily. Her wand fell, her forearms bound together behind her back, and she took off running again. With no shield the next curse hit, and Lily flinched, expecting pain, but found that her feet were bound, too. Two cuffs and a chain with just a foot’s distance tied them together. Lily was helpless, powerless, but kept running. She did not shake in fear of what was to come, but felt the horrible anticipation over her whole body as she made her way out of the alley and into the street. 

Maybe here someone would find her, stop them. 

“Help! Help!” 

The men laughed. Lily continued to run—she wouldn’t go easy. Their footfalls followed at a leisurely pace and she pushed herself to move faster. Her chest heaved with exertion. The way she was bound pushed her breasts forward. Lily was conscious of every movement of her breasts, heavy from pregnancy and more sensitive as they swelled with milk—she would need to breast-feed in an hour or two to avoid pain. 

Still, she ran. They continued to follow her, laughing and mocking. She knew she looked stupid, almost waddling, hair blowing in her face, the shuffling of her feet making her butt move as her breasts did. Lily did not stop. She’d rather shame herself—and she did feel the hot burn of shame as her body made a mockery of her for these horrible men—than give in. 

Her foot, the damned heeled boot, caught on the other. She started to fall, dropped to her knees in time to save her jaw from shattering, and landed flat on her face. Lily’s breasts pushed against the cold, wet road, her butt stuck in the air. Wind blew over her lower half; her skirt had flipped up as she fell. She was revealed, hidden only by thin, see-through tights and panties that had wedgied themselves into her buttcrack. Avery and Mulciber burst out laughing. 

“Merlin, look at that ass. I almost understand why Snape and Potter wanted her so bad,” Mulciber  said. 

“Look at her underwear—do all Mudbloods try to show their bits off every chance they get, or is it just you?” Avery asked. 

Lily did not answer. A hand stroked her butt cheek and she clenched her jaw. They only wanted to mock her, to humiliate her, but not defile her. That’s what she hoped. Purebloods wouldn’t want to lie with a Muggleborn. That’s what she hoped. 

The hand pulled back then smacked her butt harshly. 

“I asked you a question.”

“Wha—?” Lily hadn’t wanted to speak, but her confusion broke through her resolve. 

Another smack, firm enough to push her face a bit harder against the grimy cobblestones. She twisted against the pain, but the only result was her shaking her butt for the Death Eaters. 

“There’s a good girl, giving us a show.”

Lily froze, horrified at the way Avery interpreted her actions. It was as violating as her body being on display.

“Now, I’ll ask again. Never say I was cruel to you.”

“What the fuck—”

Three rapid smacks, harder than the first two, stung her butt. Lily felt like a chastened child as the echo of the hits rang down the empty street. The pain stayed with her this time, burning and deepening. What was his goal? 

“Do not speak unless spoken to, girl. Now, tell us. Do all Mudbloods wear such whorish underwear, or are you an even bigger slut than most of the Muggleborn women?”

Lily paused. She could barely breath from the shock. Nothing like that had ever happened to her, even crossed her mind. Abuse, yes, even sexual abuse, but this toying? The questions, the tests? Her shirt was soaking through with dirty water, and soon it would soak with breast milk if she could not escape. She was unprepared.

And, embarrassingly, Lily did not want to be hit again. The desire drove her more than she;d like to admit. Whatever her reason, she must calm the situation, end it, and escape. 

So she answered. 

“Some Muggleborn women wear revealing underwear; some do not. I’d put myself in the middle.”

“Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

Avery rubbed her butt where it stung the most, and Lily felt a slight cooling. Out of her control, she let out a small sound of relief. 

“She likes it,” Mulciber said. She heard ideas in his voice. It turned her stomach. 

“Why did you wear sluttish underwear to track us?” Avery asked, his voice silky with suggestion. 

“I wanted to dress like a Muggle university student. Smaller—more revealing underwear makes sense with a shirt skirt and tights.” 

Lily kept her words professional, though Avery continued to massage her butt. Mulciber placed his hand on her other cheek—his hand was bigger and rougher—and the two men enjoyed her body and her shame as she spoke. 

“Wanted us to get a sight of your legs, then?” Mulciber asked. 

“No, I wanted to blend in.”

He gripped her butt, fingers digging in painfully. 

“Now, Bruce, I don’t think she’s lying. You know how women are, and the Mudbloods are worse. They’re terrible at figuring out what they really want. We have to show them.”

Lily shuddered. 

“See? She’s excited.” 

Lily wanted more than anything to move. To roll onto her side, to get away. But there was no way she wouldn’t just be caught again, then hit more—spanked more. The word made her feel dirtier. James slapped her butt, sometimes, gently, for the sensation and the way it made her butt move. They both liked it. Sometimes he even did it continuously, like Avery had, but rarely to pain, and if so, only to a slight sting. The deviance was sexy. 

This was not. This was scary. Lily had no power, her body was out of her control, and the plaything of two men who saw her only an object. A toy. At the thought, a tingle ran through Lily. She felt it from her nipples, stimulated by the cold stone, to the place between her legs, the place she’d prayed neither Avery or Mulciber would touch. 

The shame at her sudden, fleeting arousal was more powerful than anything the two men who toyed with her had been able to conjure. How could she enjoy this? Was that just a bodily reaction to the stimulation she was enduring? Were the practiced strokes over her butt, her nipples rubbing against the ground, so stimulating? 

For a fleeting moment she wondered if she’d enjoy being spanked again. 

In the short moments that these thoughts crossed her mind, Avery and Mulciber had been enjoying her butt. Avery’s hand crept closer to her center, and Lily debated telling him no, asking him no, begging or pleading or simply staying silent. 

His finger was a centimeter away when she spoke.

“Please, I don’t want to be touched there.”

“Oh? Touched where?” 

“Where your hand is near.”

“Here?” Avery asked, moving closer to the center of her buttcheek. 

“No, not there.”

“So you want me to keep touching you here.”

Avery gave her a light slap, and Lily felt a slight pleasure shoot to her center. 

“I don’t want you to touch me there, either.”

Avery moved his hand back into place, so close to her core. She could feel her slight arousal now, almost distracting from the pain starting in her knees. 

“Use your words, girl.”

“Please don’t touch my underwear.”

“Oh! That’s easy.”

He drew his hand back. Even in the wet chill Lily felt her face burn red hot in embarrassment. But it worked. Neither man touched her anymore. 

Suddenly, she was much colder. Her knees met the cobblestone with no tights in between, and cold wind blew against her arousal, slicker and hotter than she realized, with no barrier. 

“Fuck! No!” Lily shouted and moved to stand. She managed to lift her head and chest, wobbling upright at her knees. Her skirt fell back over her butt, covering her modesty. But they had already seen it, seen everything, her most private areas, and Lily wanted to cry and kick and scream. All she could do was try to run. 

She tried to lift her leg. She tried to jump. She felt their eyes on her, watching her stupid, pathetic attempts. 

“Merlin, aren’t you meant to be a witch?” Mulciber spat, before taking her by the neck and forcing her back onto the ground. He flipped her skirt up and spread her legs as far apart as possible. “A Mudblood slag in her place.” 

Lily choked back a sob. She felt every nerve burn with terror at her situation. It was a fire unlike anything that fueled her anger, it was as if her self burned away with it, everything she thought she was, gone. If she couldn’t fight them off now she wasn’t the witch she thought she was. 

The burn of her terror was second only to the heat between her legs. It came back with renewed strength when Mulciber placed his hand on her throat. Her life in his hands. The reality of her situation was never clearer than in those short moments. 

Why did she like it? 

“How should we punish her for trying to take our fun away?” Avery asked.

Mulciber snorted. “She wasn’t really trying. Look.”

Fuck. They could see how wet she was. They knew. They’d always know, even if she got away. 

“Nevertheless, even a halfhearted attempt to disrespect her betters must be punished.”

She felt something hovering near her center. Oh, god, she wanted them to touch her. She was scared, she wanted to be free, to run home to James, but a dark, perverse part of Lily wanted to be touched and stroked and made to climax by any means. 

A thin, cool object poked at her core. It danced over her, spread the moistness of her arousal all over itself. The feeling was foreign, not a person. It was too hard, too unyielding. A wand. Lily tensed. 

“Oh, you’ve realized. Yes, it’s yours.” 

This was a punishment? As shameful as it was, Lily was using all of her willpower not to push her hips against her own wand, not to try to fuck herself on it. If this was a punishment, what was a reward? 

Avery rolled her wand over her center, coating it in her wetness. It brushed against her clitoris for the first time, and the tiniest mewl was wretched from Lily. 

“Whore,” Mulciber said. “When did you start fucking yourself on your own wand?”

“Never,” Lily gasped, and her eyes welled with tears at the obviousness of desire in her voice. 

“Liar,” Mulciber said, spanking her. 

“I swear!” Lily gasped again, despite her best efforts. 

“I may believe her,” Avery said. “She’s quite reactive. This is all new to our sweet little toy.” He chuckled lightly, as if this was all a joke to him. “Now, here’s an easy punishment.”

Her wand was removed and Lily bit back a groan. Hopefully the tease was all of her punishment, the tease and the shame. 

Then her wand circled her anus. Goosebumps covered her body. The wetness from her core loosened her as Avery pushed her wand in. Lily cried out softly in discontent, then scolded herself internally for not staying silent. They’d seen so much of her reactions, they could not see more of her pain. She gritted her teeth and pushed her mouth against the cobblestone to muffle any future sounds.

Avery slowly pushed her wand deeper into her butt. It dragged, but did not burn. Lily felt brief relief at how soaking wet she had become. 

What felt like the whole of her wand, but was likely just a few inches, stopped, lodged in her butt. Then Avery pulled it out to the tip and thrust back in quickly again. He pushed her wand deeper than before, then pulled out to the tip again. As he used her wand tip to play with the outer ring of her butthole and Lily felt a new rush of arousal. The light touch sent tingles of pleasure from her butthole to her core. Lily held back a moan and willed herself not to arch her back. 

Avery thrusted her wand deeper into her anus, and this time Lily felt his fist on her buttcheeks. Her wand had bottomed out. Her wand completely filled her, each knob and ridge rubbing against her insides. It felt good, perfect. Any bigger and it would not all fit inside, she could tell. She clenched despite herself, and a wave of pleasure spread over her body. 

Fuck. Lily hated this. Her two greatest enemies, starting at her arousal, playing with her butthole and, worst of all, making her like it. Not even making her, she liked it of her own accord. 

Avery pulled her wand out again. This time he thrust harder than ever, pistoned in and out with great force. Her breasts rutted against the stone of the street, nipples pebbling hard. After a few moments Mulciber took over. He went faster, burning her butthole with his rapid pace until a cry of pain was forced out of Lily. Her whole body rocked as he fucked her own wand in and out of her anus. 

Total control had been taken by Mulciber, of her body, her voice, even her magic. Her breasts hurt as they pushed tenderly against risen stones; Lily expected bruises to form tomorrow. Her face would surely be covered in red and purple marks from this treatment. They’d marked her. A street slag, fucked into the ground by men who were strong enough to overtake her. Men who were more powerful. 

“Please! I can’t!” She was hardly coherent, unsure of her speech, so confused by the intensity of pain and the previous pleasure. 

Mulciber laughed meanly. 

“Please what?” Avery said in a babying tone.

“Please stop!”

“Stop what?’

“Stop doing… things to my…”

It was hard to say when she thought about it. The words caught in Lily’s throat. Admitting their actions was too humiliating, and begging them to stop even worse. 

Mulciber picked up his pace, fucking her even harder on her wand, as the last of her self-made lube dried up. 

“Please take my wand out of my butt!” 

Both of them laughed, and did not let up. Their laughs echoed in Lily’s ears as Mulciber’s fist hit her buttcheeks almost as hard as the spankings. Lily didn’t know what they wanted to hear. To embarrass her more? To degrade her? 

That was it. She forced it from her mouth, just above a mumble. 

“Please, stopped fucking my arsehole with my wand.”

“What was that?” Avery said?

Her face burned with shame, her whole body burned in pain or pathetic arousal. 

“Please! Stop fucking my arsehole with my wand! Please!” 

Mulciber slowed. Finally, he stopped, her wand buried in her arsehole. He left it there, but the pain mostly subsided. 

“Good girl,” Mulciber said, his voice gruffer than usual. 

“Please, take it out.”

A hard slap to her arsecheek. Lily yelped. 

“I’m sorry! Please, take my wand out of my arsehole.” 

How pathetic. Just a few minutes, and she’d obeyed their whims. Played like a good toy. It was just too much—all of the pleasure and pain overwhelmed her, made her unable to think. 

“You’re a good slag for asking nicely, but this is still a part of your punishment,” Avery said. 

Lily bit her lip to keep from whimpering. It was made easier with one side of her face pressed against the wet ground, muffling any noise she might make. She wanted to ask what next, but worried about pushing her luck. If she was good, would they pause? Give her time to think? 

Lily’s neck ached from her position against the ground. She wished to sit up, but even if she could her wand, most of the way up her arse, stopped her. It ached softly, a reminder of her degraded status. 

Avery and Mulciber whispered to the side. This could be a chance to get away, if she hadn’t learned minutes ago that she could not stand. Was it possible to perform magic when her wand was shoved up her arse? Lily feared the consequences of trying. A wand in her arse—her wand—was a worse punishment than she could have previously imagined. 

“We’ve decided what to do with you,” Mulciber announced. 

“We considered throwing you to a few Muggle men,” Avery said. “Can you imagine what they’d do to you?”

He paused, and Lily understood he wanted an answer.

“Yes, I could imagine.” 

“What do you imagine, sweet girl?”

“I imagine that they’d rape me, share me between them, then throw me in the street.” Lily’s voice was monotone. 

“You’re so wet, I could hardly consider anyone fucking you in this state rape ,” Avery said. He stroked her arse, circling around her core. Lily clenched her thigh muscles, she needed to be touched. “It seems to me you’d take any cock. You even took pleasure from your own wand. I haven’t even heard of the street whores being so cock-hungry.” 

Avery paused again.

“If you gave me to Muggle men I imagine they’d fuck me until they were spent,” Lily forced out. Her arousal was spiking under Avery’s touch.

“And?”

Lily tried to recollect his previous words. 

“And I’d love it. I’d love to take cock after cock, with my wand filling my arse.” Lily’s voice cracked on her last words. She couldn’t imagine ever saying those words before this night. Hardly any time had passed since Avery and Mulciber corned and bound her, played with her arse and fucked her on her own wand. Yet she went along so easily—why? 

She’d thought there may be an escape if she went along, but as they played with her, she forgot to look for a chance. Their touches, harsh and cruel, brought her to great heights of arousal. And she hadn’t even orgasmed. She was truly pitiable, a failure. She allowed men who hated her to get the best of her mind, to manipulate her.

Even now her nipples were hard and sensitive, each brush against the cobblestone bringing her great pleasure. Her wand rubbed against the opening of her arsehole whenever she shifted, and Lily found herself subtly shifting to feel more pleasure. Nearly all thought was wiped but those concerning her pleasure. The center of her world was her hot, throbbing core, dripping wetness onto the stone below and completely untouched. 

The other thoughts were dedicated to her pain and humiliation. Those brought bursts of pleasure, too, which only made her more ashamed, more hot, more horny. 

“She’s squirming,” Mulciber said. “I can smell your pussy, Mudblood.”

Lily’s groan of horror was muffled by the ground. 

“Would you like to know what we’re going to do with you?”

“Yes, please.”

“It’s a bit obvious—I would expect the top of our class to guess.” Lily didn’t have the leftover brainpower to be indignant. “We’re capturing you.”

Each man took one of her arms and hoisted her up. Now, Lily finally started to struggle. If they took her she may never be found again. Fear cut through her, sharp and clear. She thrashed around, flung her feet up in attempts to kick her captors. The whole time her wands rubbed her. The new position tightened her arsehole and brought greater pleasure, but clouded her fear-won clarity. 

Lily gasped out desperate breaths as she fought. Mulciber started to rain slaps down on her arse, now covered by her skirt. They did not stop her. Either man could have stunned her, but they seemed to be waiting for something. 

After long, fruitless moments of struggle and painful spankings, Mulciber changed tactics. He slapped her breast, hard, and Lily screamed. The shock stopped her thrashing. He slapped her again, and her eyes pricked with tears. Then Avery slapped her other breast, and for a moment, Lily slumped, worn out, enduring new pains. 

They spun on the spot. 

The street was totally empty.

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Sounds came back to her, and Lily blinked her eyes open. She was in a mansion, it seemed, not at all what she imagined the Death Eaters hideout to be. Maybe she’d been saved?

Lily shifted to sit up, winching slightly as her wand pinched her arse. It sent a throb oof sensation to her still-dripping center. Her clothing felt different; her waist was constricted by a corset that reached just under her breasts. A white blouse covered her breasts, but she’d been given no bra. Lily still wore a skirt, though it was new. The straps of a garter belt pushed into her thighs, she had on stockings. Lucius Malfoy and Avery stood a few feet away from her, watching. She had not been saved. 

The harsh reality abated her arousal somewhat, but the gentle pulse still ran through her body. It was purely biological, the result of being stimulated for so long with no release. 

He eyed her breasts, which were held somewhat upright by the boning of the corset beneath. 

Lucius grabbed between her tits and pulled on a chain. Lily was forced forward at her neck—they’d collared and leashed her. She was being treated like a pet, to toy and play with and fill with a litter for her owner’s amusement. Lucius pulled Lily to her feet; she let out a cough as the collar tightened around her neck. As she stood, Lily stumbled on high stilettos. 

“We found some Muggle footwear to make you more comfortable,” Avery said. 

Even with high heels both men dwarfed Lily, she was only 5’ 1”, and Avery was around 6’ tall while Lucius far exceeded that. He was at least a foot taller than Lily in her heels. 

“Follow me, pet,” Lucius said. Lily obeyed and hated herself for it. What else was there to do? She didn’t want to push the limits until she knew what the limits were. 

Her breasts strained under the blouse they’d put her in, frilly and feminine. The edge of the corset did not allow her breasts to comfortably fall against her torso as they normally would. Instead, they were pushed up, even larger as they were overfilled with milk, on display for her captors. With each step they jiggled painfully, as her nipples brushed gently against the rough cotton of her blouse. Lily’s pussy pulsed at the sensations. Whatever tiny thong they’d dressed her in chaffed beautifully against her pussy lips. 

She followed Lucius wordlessly. To walk in the heels took all of her left over brainpower, the rest devoted to the sensations overwhelming her body. At last, but truly, after just a minute or so, they reached another room, with a dining table. On the table were sex toys, though they looked to Lily like torture devices. A huge fake cock, a vibrator, handcuffs and rope, a paddle, a whip, clamps, a few unrecognizable items, a set of cat ears and a tail attached to a knob. 

“Are you ready for your training?” Avery asked,  all faux politeness.

Lily threw herself back from the men. She would not—could not—let herself be subject to this. The leash slipped from Lucius’ hand and she ran. At last unbound Lily expect to run far; she’d always ran as a hobby. Maybe she’d even be able to get away. 

But the stilettos and a corset were almost as disabling as the cuffs and chains, and she was only able to walk quickly away from her captors. They let her try. When Lily stumbled against the doorframe she was forced to catch her breath and try to regain her balance. It had been too late when she started. 

A hand touched the back of her neck. Lily shuddered. An icy chill overtook her body.

“She tried this when we tied her up as well,” Avery said tiredly. 

“What a naughty pet,” Lucius laughed. “To think she’s strong enough to escape her masters.” Lily shivered in fear, rocking back and forth as much as her heels would allow. She was losing control. Masters? Masters ? “Let’s show her what she is, now. It may help the adjustment.”

Lily was led by her leash again. She kept her eyes pinned to the ground, unable to look at the men who tortured her. 

They stopped her, and without a word Lucius took her by the jaw and thrust her face upward. Lily was reflected back in the mirror before her, but unrecognizable. She was in a maid’s uniform, if one could call it that. 

A ruffled black miniskirt hardly covered her panties, even as tiny as they were. The lace of her thigh high stockings peeked out, and matched the black corset that wrapped tight around her body like a straightjacket. The blouse only covered just past her nipples, the rest of her cleavage free to view. With her waist made small by the corset her milk-engorged breasts appeared all the larger; she was a caricature of a woman, all tits, arse and pussy. Her black collar was covered in lace and red bows, and she sported a small, white frilled excuse for a bonnet that had a red bow attached as well. A white apron was tied around her waist. She was ready to serve. 

Lily began to cry. She looked like a woman in the worst kind of porn magazine. She looked like what Lucius called her—a pet, something for her masters to play with. This was not a strong or powerful woman in the mirror. A strong woman would not willingly stand here. She would fight and thrash until they knocked her unconscious or killed her. 

Yet Lily stood between the two men who called themselves her masters and did not fight. She only cried. Lily didn’t even move her hands to wipe her tears. Sobs wracked her as she took in the sight of herself, and as her sobs grew stronger her chest heaved. Her breasts bounced from her sobs, and Lily let out a shriek of horror at the sight in the mirror. If she didn’t know better she’d say she wanted to seduce the men who took her prisoner. 

Avery reached over, and Lily flinched, expecting a slap, but instead her caressed her swollen breast. Her ran his hand over her cleavage with a soft touch. 

“Shush, there’s a good girl,” Avery murmured. “It’s going to be alright. We’re going to make you feel good.”

It did feel good, his fingers brushing over her sensitive flesh, massaging away the pain from the harsh slaps earlier. More tears fell  from Lily’s eyes. Avery moved his hand over her blouse and thumbed at her nipple. He moved to stand behind her and took a breast in each hand, massaging them with a careful touch. 

“Good girl,” Avery whispered as Lily trembled. He circled her nipples, and Lily felt pleasure shoot down her body to reach the heat between her legs. She closed her eyes, not wanting to watch her cheeks turn pink from satisfaction at Avery’s touch. The painful fullness of the milk in her breasts became more apparent with touch as her primary sense. If only he squeezed them a bit tighter… Lily grimaced. She would not hope for Avery to milk her like an animal, like a cow. 

Lucius pulled the leash tight and Lily gasped at the sudden loss of air. 

“Watch yourself, pet,” Lucius said. “Open your eyes.”

When Lily did not open her eyes Lucius pulled harder. Her breaths became shallow, loud gasps, and her mind started to spiral deeper into fear. 

“Open!” 

Someone pinched her nipple. Lily slowly opened her eyes. She wanted it to be clear this was a choice, not a sudden result of shock or pain. 

What she saw was disgusting. Her cheeks flushed pink, her lips parted enticingly, her breasts pressed together like overinflated balloons for Avery’s amusement. 

“I will ask you this question one time,” Lucius began. He rolled the leash handle languidly between his fingers. Avery let go of her breasts, and leered at her as they jiggled when they dropped. “Avery has given you a primer, we’ll say, of your role. But now I am in charge. I do not tolerate anything but absolute obedience, and my punishments are not as enjoyable as what you’ve experienced so far.” He pressed the base of her wand, stuck out of her arse, for emphasis, and it gave Lily a small ripple of pleasure. “I will train you in the basics shortly. But first, one question. Answer honestly, my pet. What do you see in the mirror?” 

Lily paused. Two bastards and… herself. Yet not herself. She saw someone trussed up and radiating need, a sad excuse for a woman. Her knees went weak. 

“I see two Death Eaters and… and their pet. Their whore.”  

Lucius patted her on the bum in approval. 

“Good pet. Now, just one more task before your training begins.” 

Lucius pressed his mouth onto Lily’s, hard. One hand groped her arse, the other pulled her hair, forcing Lily to press her body against his. She felt the faint pressure of his hardness through her corset, and hope drained from Lily. She was going to be raped. 

Lucius’ tongue pushed through her lips, and for a moment Lily kissed back on instinct, her tongue brushing Lucius’ softly. Lucius stayed aggressive in his assault, and moved his hand from her arse to thumb over her panties when Lily returned the kiss. Though she went limp at his touch, Lucius stroked her over her underwear. 

The panties had already been soaked through, the thin string of the thong sticky and lodged in her pussy lips. Only her entrance was fully covered. When Lucius’ finger first touched her bare skin Lily cried out, horrified and violated yet still soaked.

“You love when master plays with you, don’t you, pet?” Lucius hissed against her mouth. 

He used just one finger to stimulate her, and her arousal returned in full force. It had been—Lily didn’t know how long—but she’d never orgasmed since they started assaulting her. 

Lily wanted to orgasm from her assault. What was wrong with her? 

“Look at how wet our pet is, Avery.” 

Lucius lifted her leg at the thigh to better display Lily’s shame. 

Her pussy was swollen red with need, the emptiness causing her to clench her muscles reflexively in hope of some stimulation. It half worked, the wood of her wand rough against her arsehole, Lucius’ finger giving her clitoris the smallest touch. 

“I bet she could take two cocks in her hole at once,” Avery said. Lily twitched in fear, hard enough for the men to notice, and they laughed at her. 

“She likes your idea!” Lucius said mockingly. “I may not be able to keep up with such a cock hungry pet.” 

“Plenty of us to share her with.” 

“Too right.” 

Lucius lowered Lily’s leg and placed one last soft kiss to her lips. Then he grabbed her by the back of her hair and shoved her through a door she hadn’t noticed before. 

Lily fell onto soft grass. Sun hit her skin. She stood, surrounded by about a dozen men, half of whom she recognized. Wilkes, the younger Lestrange brother, and Evan Rosier were among the group. She was surprised Severus hadn’t attended—maybe he hadn’t been invited. 

Jeers started. 

“Show us your tits!”

“Slag!”

“Cocksucker!”

It was time to fight. Lily had gotten more comfortable in her heels, though was still slow. Yet she had her wand. As degrading as it was, Lily stood to face the Death Eater men, head held high, channeling her magic through her arsehole to her wand. She lifted her hands and they cheered her on—of course, the movement had pulled the fabric of her shirt tighter over her chest. 

Lily waited as long as possible to channel her magic back to her hands. The front of her shirt began to moisten, and she clenched her jaw in resentment. Milk leaked from her breasts, and the Death Eater men were enjoying the show. Choruses of “breeding bitch” and “cow” echoed through the small crowd, and echoed in Lily’s mind. 

She could not take it anymore. 

“Stupify!” 

Lily’s vision went blurry. She fell to her knees, then forward onto her leaking tits. Lily never fully left conciseness, but when she came back to her senses a minute or so later she was surrounded. Men, strangers and peers, stared at her in bits, chest, arse, legs, a try for a peek of pussy, until they met her gaze. Their expressions were the scariest she’d even seen. Darkness filled their eyes, there was no acknowledgment of her humanity. They grinned and mockingly as Lily looked around the group, frantic for an exit. She even looked skyward, desperately hoping Sirius would ride in on his motorcycle. 

Lucius Malfoy stepped forward. Her leash hovered in the air to meet his hand. 

“You’re a feisty one, Potter. So I’ll make you a deal.” Lily sneered. “Stand at the center of our group, and if you can completely break free we’ll let you return home. Immediately.”

“If not?”

He must be lying. 

“You will be my pet, and I will be your master.” 

Those were the conditions she was already under, without taking the bet. But who knew if they’d really free her, or what magical means they’d use to keep her trapped. She could fight back, remove her wand from her arse. Lily had gotten so used to the feeling she hadn’t even tried to remove her wand and wield it against her captors. 

“I agree.” 

He pulled her leash so taunt Lily couldn’t breath. She glared, waited, as her heart quickened, as she started to feel faint. Lucius made no change in his expression, he was nonchalant. Lily’s vision turned spotty and she started to claw at her neck, then rush (as much as she could rush) towards Lucius. Her audience laughed, mocked her (“Begging for it already, Mudblood?”).

A small relief was found there, but her breaths reminded shallow. Lily stared at Lucius in confusion, even a slight sense of betrayal. He gave her a hard, condescending look. He’d expected better. 

The one lesson she’d been taught: use your words. 

Lioy stuck out her hand to shake. Lucius did not regard this, but Lily plowed forward. 

“I agree that if I free myself completely from the circle I’ll go free immediately. If I cannot free myself,” Lily gulped. Hot shame spread before she even spoke the next words. “I agree I will be your pet, and you will be my master.” 

“Good pet.”

Lily grimaced. 

“You may begin.” 

Lucius stepped back into the circle. Lily’s hand went to her arsehole in an instant, she gritted herself to the physical pain and humiliation of essentially shitting out her wand. One sharp tug hurt more than she could imagine, and barely moved her wand. Lily pulled again, harder, longer, and tears burned the edges of her eyes. She bent over for a better angle and her captors called out their remarks. 

“That’s a fat arse!” 

“Is that Muggle underwear—no wonder their men keep raping the women! They’re asking for it.” 

“Fuck!” Lily cried out. It hurt so much. Her wand had been in her arsehole too long. Lily stood up straight and barreled forward in a reckless attempt to break the line. She beat her fists on the unknown Death Eater’s chest, and he simply cast a Knock-Back Jinx. 

Lily landed on her bum, her wand pushed back in as far as it could go. She scrambled to her feet but another man grabbed her by the leash—she should’ve asked to change—and Lily was on her knees. He reached into his robes with his free hand. Lily pulled away, choking herself, then punched the man until his half-hard cock was in front of her face. She screamed. 

“No! No! I won’t do it! You haven’t beaten me!” 

“There were no restrictions to our behavior, if you recall, pet,” Lucius said smoothly. “This is why you need a good master, to look out for you. You’re too simple—aroused, perhaps?—to look out for yourself.” 

“Fuck you! Fu—“ 

The half hard cock was shoved into her mouth without ceremony. Lily squealed and tried in vain to expel the invader. The strange man’s  cock was heavier than Lily expected, covering her tongue fully. The taste of musky sweat filled her mouth and nose, her face pressed against the stranger’s groin. She continued to fight, to thrash, as the man’s strong hands held her jaw open and in place for her imminent fucking. 

Despite her efforts, her tears and muted shouts, Lily’s thrashing and the wet heat of her mouth only brought his cock to full hardness. Her lips stretched over the thick base as it grew, she gagged around the intrusion into her throat. The gags only aroused the man more, Lily’s throat milking the tip of his cock for pre-cum. She felt it slide down the back of her throat and her stomach convulsed in disgust. He was so deep inside her. 

Behind her someone started to play with her wand-plugged arse. They spit on her hole for lube then began to painfully fuck her. 

Lily cried out around the cock, trying to say, “Please, more spit! It hurts! More spit!” 

The man who’s cock she’d taken to full hardness began to fuck her throat, rocking against her jaw. Lily’s tongue was pinned by the thick shaft, and unable to move her mouth at all drool leaked down her chin and onto her breasts. It soaked her white blouse, already wer from her breastmilk. 

No more lube was added to her arsehole, so Lily endured the harsh dual fuckings in shameful defeat. Her jaw hurt from being stretched so wide, her arsehole would likely never be the same. She needed the man out of her mouth so she could request anything better than this dry, thin stick in her arse. 

With profound resignation and self-disgust, Lily started to fuck her face against the cock. She tightened and loosened her throat and moved her tongue the best she could on the underside of the shaft. More drool dripped down her chin, so she took some on her fingers and rubbed it around her arsehole. To Lily’s surprise, no one stopped her. 

The anal fucking started to become enjoyable, spurring Lily to give her all into the forced blow job. Her pussy was on fire now, she needed to be filled. 

“You like choking on my cock, Mudblood?” the unknown man asked. “You’re hungry for it. I can see it in her eyes, cock-drunk already.” 

The humiliating words did not stop Lily. She did not lie to herself: she loved the feeling of Death Eater cock in her throat. It could be shock, a potion, some strange spell, or maybe she was a whore, but whatever the reason she was fully absorbed in the ecstasy of a hard, hateful, forced face fake. 

“Fuck, I’m coming. Throat, face, or tits?” 

Everyone shouted a different answer, but her rapist was a clever man. The first shots of cum went down Lily’s throat, then he quickly pulled out to cover her face and tits with the rest of his cum. Now Lily was wet all over, her dripping pussy, her arsehole moist with spit, her tits and now face with drool and milk and semen. 

She vaguely remembered she was meant to be escaping. Lily rolled onto her stomach and tried to crawl away, to slink through their legs.

“Look at her arse jiggle,” Evan Rosier said. “I would’ve fucked her at Hogwarts, if I knew this is what she looked like after being knocked up.” 

“I’d never fuck you,” Lily muttered, but it wasn’t clear if anyone heard. 

Milk squirted from her breasts when she pushed them into the ground, covering her face and obscuring her vision. No matter what she tried, her fate was becoming inevitable. But Lily kept crawling, determined to fight until she could no longer move. 

The men kicked her back when she reached their legs. They took her by the hair and passed her around, grinding their clothed cocks against her face. 

“Who do you want next?” Mulciber jeered. He ground his cock against her, it’s length covering the whole of her face. The thought of him filling her, stretching her beyond her limit, made her quiver in need. 

She wasn’t sure if they wanted an answer, or if she could answer with her mouth pressed against the Death Eater robes. Lily used all her might to push her forearms against Mulciber’s legs, to free herself. She had to. Her last chance was closing in. Her pussy—when had she started calling her vulva her pussy?—was still innocent. She could hold onto that. 

Mulciber did not let go. He looked at her like a meal to eat or a dog to kick. 

“Please,” Lily begged. It was garbled, but made out clear enough. 

“Let’s hear what our pet has to say, Bruce,” Lucius said. Mulciber gripped the roots of Lily’s hair and yanked her away from his body. He kept his grip as Lucius re-entered the circle. 

“Do you concede, Mrs. Potter?” 

Lily paused, warily eyeing the hunger on the men’s faces. 

“If I don’t?”

Lucius shrugged and turned away. He left the circle and took a seat across the garden. Mulciber dragged Lily to the middle of the garden, where an alter of sorts was elevated a few feet off the ground. Lily scrambled onto the alter and Mulciber yanked on her air. 

“I didn’t say I don’t concede!” Lily insisted. 

“Absolute obedience,” Lucius said. “Those are the conditions of being my pet. Otherwise, you can belong to the…general populace.” 

Her stomach dropped from her body. Wilkes and Mulciber got to work strapping her into the alter, on her knees with her legs open wide. 

“No! No!” Lily shouted. But she was unable to say the words that might save her, I want Lucius to be my master. Please, master Lucius, let me be your pet. 

Wilkes pushed her hips down and a metal bar closed over Lily’s waist. Her upper half was arched into the air, a small pedestal for her tits, her arms bound to the alter at her wrists and elbows. She was completely immobile. There was no trick to pull on the metal and stone that could free her, no magic available that wouldn’t backfire on herself. 

A deep sense of dread set into Lily’s heart. She’d never been so powerless.

“Please! I can’t—I can’t! Something else, something else!” Tears rolled down her face, mingling with the cum and breastmilk and drool. Lily knew she must look like a 2 knut whore, only more pathetic, screaming and crying. 

Lucius watched her with boredom. Wilkes stood in front of her head, hand is his robes. He nodded approvingly. 

“This suits you much better than prefects badges and witches robes. But something’s off… oh!” 

He took one of her tits in his hand and squeezed. Milk streamed down the alter, some splashed onto Lily’s lips and cheeks. 

“Lick it up.” 

Lily had tried her breastmilk before—so had James, for fun. Not for any sexual reason. And not in a way that made her felt like an animal waiting for it’s owners to milk it. 

She licked the milk from her lips. It tasted the same as before, but she gagged on it. 

Wilkes pulled his cock out and sprayed more breastmilk onto it. He was fully hard, and pressed his wet tip against Lily’s closed lips. 

“So difficult,” he smiled. Wilkes slapped her tit, the one he hadn’t drained any milk from, and Lily bit her tongue to keep from opening. She would not let them fuck her easily. They had to fight. 

A thick cockhead pressed against her pussy opening. Shock and horror made Lily gasp, and Wilkes took the chance to shove his cock into her mouth. At the same moment, the man behind her split her open on the one of the largest cocks she’d ever taken. He pushed in to the hilt, and Lily’s scream of pain let Wilkes fill her mouth fully with his throbbing, milk-sweetened cock.

There was no moment of pause. Her pussy was wet with hours of incomplete pleasure and the huge cock moved easily in and out. Her walls stretched painfully but smoothly, as if they’d been preparing to take this cock. 

“The slut is still tight,” Mulciber shouted. His peers responded cheers, and he jeered back, “Don’t get too excited; this pussy’ll be wrecked when I’m finished with it.”

The sheer size invading her pussy made Lily moan around Wilkes cock, and Mulciber’s dehumanizing words made her body tingle electric. It would be so easy to give in. Lily needed to give in. 

Mullciber pumped his cock in and out of Lily at a leisurely pace, raping her slowly. Every movement sent another jolt of pleasure through her, her world had shrunk down to Mulciber’s cock fucking her pussy and Wilkes’ cock fucking her throat. 

Lily choked on the cock in her throat, drool dripping from her mouth as her forced her to deep throat him. Wilkes held his cock in Lily’s throat, her nose pressed against his groin. Air left her lungs and did not re-enter, but Lily could not move an inch to shake him off. Black spots formed in her eyes, Mulciber’s cock still growing to full hardness, balls deep in her pussy, might be the last thing she felt. The world went dark, and Wilkes finally pulled out. 

Lily coughed and sputtered as cum rained onto her face, caught on her tongue. She swallowed without thinking and cursed herself for it. Another cock pressed against her mouth, and Lily opened without hesitation. This Death Eater’s cock was wide, but not as long. He steadily fucked her mouth rather than forcing his way into her throat. Lily found herself bitterly thankful.

Mulciber had kept a steady pace as Wilkes choked Lily. His cock was at full size now; it felt like someone had taken a wine bottle and split her open with it. He beyond filled her, stretching her cervix and preparing her to be bred. Lily sobbed around the cock in her mouth, aching with need and pain as Mulciber started to fuck into her more rapidly. 

“You like that, mudblood? Take some real pureblood cock, not the sorry blood traitor’s excuse for a fucking. I can tell Potters never stretched your pussy like this.” 

“Mo!” Lily cried around the cock, horrified at the reminder of her husband. She’d betrayed him, let other men fuck her even when given the chance to escape. 

Mullciber pounded into her, the sounds of slapping flesh filled the air as Lily’s tits bounced into her face. They were still overfilled with milk, but the pain did not cut through her pleasure. Every stroke brought Lily closer, her body so overwhelmed with pleasure she began to lap at the cock firmly fucking her mouth. 

“She’s fucking blowing me!” the Death Eater shouted with amusement. “The mudblood really is a slut!” Lily’s face flushed with humiliation, the hot shame mingling with the heat of her arousal until she couldn’t tel them apart. She bobbed her head as much as she could on the alter, telling herself she just wanted to end this as quickly as possible. 

Mullciber’s fingers dug into her hips, forcing himself deep inside Lily. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her, building and building until each thrust forced a moan from her. No one but Lily knew that she was moaning, muffled by the messy, wet blow job she was giving the unknown Death Eater before her, but Lily knew. Lily knew she had betrayed James, betrayed herself. 

Suddenly, the cock was pulled from her mouth and hot cum sprayed onto her face. Lily left her mouth open, tongue hanging out, for the next man, but no one came. Her moans began to fill the garden, high pitched cries of pleasure as her pussy clentched Mulciber’s huge cock. 

“Please,” Lily begged. “Please, stop.”

“Doesn’t sound like you want it to stop,” Mulciber mocked. “I can fell you, tightening yourself around me, pulling me in. Mudblood rape-toy.” 

“No! No!” Lily shook her head wildly as Mulciber fucked her harder. Each hit of his cockhead to her cervix forced a deep cry of pleasure from Lily, the cries punctuating her “no”s. “Stop! Stop!” A pressure built inside her, spread from Mulciber’s cock through her whole body. Lily sobbed, from horror or pleasure or need, she couldn’t tell. 

“She’s cumming on my cock!” Mulciber shouted, and the Death Eaters jeered.

“Whore!”

“Rape bait!”

“Cumslut!”

“Mudblood slag!” 

Lily shrieked as she exploded in pleasure at the last words, convulsing around Mulciber’s cock. Her pussy milked him for cum, and moments later she got what she wanted, what she hated. Mulciber filled her with his cum. He didn’t pull out until he emptied the last drop inside her. 

Lily gasped for breath, her breasts heaving, her limbs limp. Her pussy twitched every so often, the after shocked of a deep orgasm. Cum dripped down her ass, to match the cum half dried on her face. 

The crowd parted, and Lucius stood above her. 

“You lost, mudblood.”

He turned away.

“Leave her here. The rape doll needs to learn what she is.” 

Lily bit her cheek to keep a sob from escaping. She’d let herself be degraded and used by men who hated her. Even now, alone, she lay without trying to get up. Her wand in her arse was a constant reminder of how badly she’d lost. Of how weak she was. 

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Lily stayed strapped to the alter until the sun when down. Cum and drool dried on her face, tits, and pussy, almost crusting over her eyes. She was starting to get hungry, and her breasts were aching like nothing else. Shots of pain spread from her nipples to her chest, even as milk leaked out of her tits. Her blouse, half pushed down, was soaked through with her breastmilk, and it was starting to get cold. 

Lily considered calling out for help again. If she did not drink water and eat food soon she’d be unwell. She needed to keep her strength up to fight her way out. It already felt impossible. Lily’s insides coiled in self-hate as she recalled her wanton whorishness over the past day. She came on Bruce Mulciber’s cock. She took Death Eater's cock in her mouth and liked it. She moaned and gasped and begged for the entertainment of evil men. Their eyes on her body disgusted her. Knowing they’d all see not only her most private place, but had seen her orgasm without any attention to her clit, just by a hard rape on a huge cock, would shame her for the rest of her life. 

Lily’s pussy twitched at the memory of Mulciber’s cock pounding into her. Fuck. No. Not now, she couldn’t let herself go down this path. 

It would be smart to try to get some help, at least water and bread. Maybe if she was good they’d untie her and squeeze more milk out of her tits. They’d done it before. No—they’d let her pump. Let her express breastmilk. That was what she needed, what she wanted. 

Before Lily could call out, a few house elves appeared in the garden. 

“Is you awake?” One of them asked. 

“Yes,” Lily croaked. The throat fucking had worn out her voice. 

“We untie you, if you good mudblood,” another said. 

“I’ll be good.” 

“Promise.” 

“I promise I’ll be a good mudblood.” Lily choked on the word. They didn’t have to ask her to debase herself, she knew what they wanted. 

The elves looked at each other and nodded, then began to undo her bonds. Lily rolled off the table. She was still fully dressed if her outfit could be called “dressed”. Her skirt fell to cover most of her pussy, and she pulled her blouse up to cover both tits. One of the house elves took the leash of her collar and tugged. 

“Come on.” 

Lily followed without a word. She was brought to the elf door. 

“Hands and knees,” the one pulling her leash said. 

Lily complied. Her thong wedged between her puffy outer lips, covering the opening of her vagina and not much else. The two house elves followed behind her as they entered the passage, where it was still too small for Lily to stand. 

“Muddy don’t belong to Master Lucius,” one of the elves behind her said. 

“I don’t,” Lily confirmed. 

A finger prodded at her clothed vagina. 

“I never see mudblood pussy before.” 

Lily let out a high-pitched squeak, too terrorized to even shout.

“Please, please leave me alone. I’m so thirsty and so hungry.” 

The elf in front of her tugged the leash sharply and joined its friends behind her. 

“Master Lucius says we put no new things inside you. But Master Lucius says only that.” 

One of the elves began to rub her pussy, still under the thong. The gentle friction of her panties felt good, the soft touch even better. Lily felt her body slowly reawaken as the elf rubbed up and down her slit. 

“Lets see!” 

“No,” Lily whimpered, but no one cared. The thong was pushed to the side, her full pussy on display, again. A few more fingers—it seemed like two different hands—began to prod at her. They poked her clit, pulled at her pussy lips, and spread her open. 

“So pinky!” 

“So wet.” 

“See, Master Lucius’ friend bred Muddy.” 

“Such kind man.” 

Lily let out a wracked sob, her arms buckled from the horror of the words. She landed on her elbows, still supported, but with new tears running down her face. 

The elves continued to stroke her, giggling at her gasps of pleasure or sobs of horror. They soon discovered the clitoris was the pleasure center, and began to rub her inexpertly, but with rhythm. 

“Ah! Ah!” Lily let out little gasps of pleasure in tandem with their rubs. “Please, no!’ she managed to gasp out, but the begging sounded weak even to her ears. Warmth filled her body, her hips began to move in tiny circles. It was easier to be turned on when she couldn’t see them, the fact that house elves were masturbating her could not fully sink in without the nasty visual. 

They continued at the same pace, dragging their fingers over her slit to spread the wetness to her clit. Another finger toyed with her inner lips, running up and down in a way that made the emptiness in Lily’s pussy nearly painful. Lily’s breaths started to come in short, the roll of her hips more erratic. She was close. She was close to orgasming from house elves’ fingers. How fucking pathetic. 

Until they pulled away. 

“No!” Lily cried out. 

They only laughed. 

“Muddy pussy is fun.” 

They wiped their hands on her thighs as her pussy continued to throb with near-orgasm. Without restraints, Lily could reach down and finish herself. Desperation almost overtook her, until she felt a tug on her collar. 

“Good mudblood,” the elf holding her leash said. “Move.” 

Lily squeaked out a yes and shifted back up from her elbows to her hands. 

They led her down the hall until they reached a small door that opened to a human-sized room. The room was sparse, with no windows, a mattress on the floor, two bowls on the ground, and a bucket in the corner. 

“This yours.” 

The elf holding her leash pulled hard, choking her as he spoke. 

“Master Lucius said rape pet can’t play alone.” He slapped the front of her pussy. 

Lily nodded frantically until the tension was released. 

The elves left her, and Lily took stock. There was water and some food, but nowhere to clean herself, and no way to express her breast milk. She sighed and sat in front of the water bowl. When she tried to pick it up, she found it was stuck to the floor.

“Perfect,” Lily muttered, before returning to her hands and knees and lapping at the water. Like an animal. She moved to the food bowl without bothering to sit up. Something about sticking her arse in the air made Lily feel good. Her skirt fell back, and she knew anyone who happened over would see her whole backside, plugged arse, and sopping wet pussy. Thanks to the house elves’ ministrations she was aching for another good, hard fucking, and something in her craved the doggy-style position. 

Lily clenched her eyes shut when she realized the train of thought she’d gone down. Only a day or two and they’d started to break her mind. Alastor had told them it was easier than they thought, that lack of food and torture were powerful incentives. It wasn’t her fault she’d been downtrodden, but she had to stay strong now. Whatever they made her body feel, she couldn’t let them change her mind. 

She crawled over to her bed and curled on her side. Lily couldn’t lay back with her wand still in her arse, and it scared her to try to take it out. Her breasts ached too much to sleep on her stomach. Lily focused on her breaths, in and out, until she drifted off to sleep. 

Lily started to awaken, but she was groggy, closer to sleep than waking. She lay on a plush piece of furniture, slightly chilly. The chill did not matter, as heat spread from between her legs to the rest of her body like a raging fire. Her only discontent was the soreness of her milk-filled breasts. A quiet voice asked a question. 

“Lily, do you want your pussy fucked?”

“Yes,” Lily moaned in a low voice as she nodded slowly. 

“Beg.”

“Please,” Lily murmured. “Please fuck me. I need your cock, now, please.” She wasn’t sure whose cock she wanted, not yet fully conscious, but figured whoever had gotten her to this state deserved to take her any way they wanted. But no one touched her, so eyes still shut, lazing in her half sleep, Lily reached her hands to touch herself. 

Before she could even brush a finger against herself a hand slapped her breast, hard. Lily cried out as sharp stabs of pain radiated through her breast like her nipple had been pierced. Her eyes shot open. 

Lucius Malfoy and Avery stood above her with evil smiles. Her stomach convulsed. 

“No playing with yourself without our permission,” Malfoy said. 

Lily’s mouth hung open in shock. In her sleep she’d forgotten it all: the cornering, the bonds, her arse wriggling in the air for her Death Eater tormentors to play with. Her own wand fucking her tight, sensitive arsehole. Being given a chance to escape, and ending up strapped to an alter and gang raped. Then being the experimental mudblood pussy for sick house elves. 

The worst memory was how much she’d enjoyed it all. 

In her sleep, she’d be changed again and cleaned up. A thong still dug into her pussy and arse, and a small plaid skirt covered her shame. Lily still wore no bra, and now had no support at all, just a tight, white button-up tied at her waist. Her hair was in pigtails, and she wore knee-high socks and Mary Jane's. A tie collared her throat, red for Gryffindor. 

Her face burned hot, the blush spread to her chest, her mouth was still wide open. Malfoy stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. 

“She’s just about begging for pureblood cock. I suppose that’s why Potter lowered himself to take her as his breeding bitch. Her desperation is intoxicating.” 

Rage overcame the burn of her shame. How dare he mention her husband! She wouldn’t stand for it, not again. Lily bit his finger, hard. Lucius glared but did not try to pull his finger from her mouth. 

“You need something bigger to fill you up, do you?” Avery asked sweetly. 

“Mo!” Lily’s no came out muffled. She hoped her fear was well hidden. 

“Speak clearly,” Avery said, with a sharp pinch to her nipple. Lily twitched at the unsettling arousal and pushed her tongue against Lucius’ finger, trying to force it out, to no avail. 

“You should feel how desperate she is, just for my finger,” Lucius said. 

“Mo, ‘m mot,” Lily slurred. Avery twisted her nipple in punishment, and Lily squirmed in her seat, her breasts thrusting forward as if she liked this treatment. 

“What was that? More?” Lucius slipped another finger past her lips, his hand now cupping her chin. Lily looked wildly between the two men, desperate for a way out, if not from capture then this hopeless situation. 

Drool pooled in her mouth. Slowly, Lily felt a tingling grow in her nipples as the tight pressure in her breasts reached an apex for the second time. Milk dotted the front of her blouse and Lily shook her head in a wordless plea. Her milk-swollen breasts swayed as she moved, each brush against fabric or jiggle felt amplified by five. The drool began to leak from the corner of her mouth, dampening her blouse even more and sending her humiliation to the nth level. 

“Merlin, they are dirty,” Lucius said. “No manners or decorum, just leaking her fluids all over my home like an animal.” He took his finger from her mouth, and Lily’s jaw snapped shut, swallowing the rest of the saliva that had built up. 

“I’m sorry, please, my breasts—” her words were cut off by another slap to the chest and a shriek. 

“Speak when you’re spoken to,” Avery said. 

Lily let out a shuddering breath and nodded weakly. 

The men turned away and left her on the velvet chaise. Lily blinked sleep from her eyes and started to take stock of her new situation. The room was lavish, with large paintings on baroque walls, thick purple curtains blocked outside light from the room, and she caught a few glimpses of plants in corners or hanging from the ceiling. This was probably Lucius’ home. Lily had read about his father’s death a few months ago, and the younger Malfoy would’ve inherited the estate just soon enough to raise his son in opulent, excessive luxury.  

Soon, her punishment for biting Lucius would come. She knew it must. Now that she knew, it would become easier to resist the mind games. The men turned back to her, and Lucius regarded her with a touch of amusement.

“It would be wiser to obey,” Lucius said. Lily glared at the older man. “Heed my advice or do not. The results will be the same.” 

“And what are those meant to be?” Lily asked sarcastically, crossing her arms on instinct and wincing when they touched her tender breasts. 

“You’ll be our willing Mudblood whore, of course,” Malfoy grinned. The blood drained from Lily’s face. “Maybe even our breeding bitch as well; you do have powerful magic. A few half-bloods for the future army would be useful. Imagine the look on James Potter’s face when he sees you, heavy with the seed of one of his greatest enemies! And by then you’ll be begging for our cocks every free moment.” 

Lucius hummed with great satisfaction as horror sunk deeper into Lily. Her arms dropped to her sides, and she looked away from her captors to the ornate ceiling, feeling trapped in a nightmare. 

They intended to keep her. Not just rape her for a few days for humiliation’s sake, but to keep her as a sex slave, to breed—no, impregnate her. She wasn’t an animal. She wasn’t bred . 

“Nothing to say, girl?” Avery asked. 

“Fuck you,” Lily spoke, then spat at her captors. It may be a while before she was free, but she needn’t make it easy for them. 

The men laughed. Neither moved to slap her breast, to punish her at all. It made Lily’s heart race, a mix of fear and sordid anticipation. What came after gang rape as punishment? 

Would she like it as much? Her stomach twisted in hot shame as the thought forced its way forward. Her arsehole involuntarily clenched around not her wand, but something new, sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine. Lily looked at the intricate ceiling again, anything to distract her from the horror of the situation, and without thinking clenched her arsehole again. Then again. As she leaned back the thing shifted inside her, a gentle rocking. It felt so good. So right. 

Lily let herself rock back and forth on the chaise, fucking the foreign object into her arsehole, eyes following the vining plants molded into the ceiling. She let herself fall into a trance, her only goal to fuck her arsehole open. Her tight, leaking breasts bounced up and down, bringing pain into her pleasure, and Lily cried out. She held her breasts in her hands to keep them from moving, but the pain became too much, and she was brought back to reality. 

The two Death Eaters stood before her, hardness clear under their robes. Lily curled in on herself, trying to be small, inoffensive. Tears prickled in her eyes as the pleasure from her arse-fucking abated and the pain of her milk-heavy breasts took over. 

“I need to pump,” she said softly. 

Avery gently removed her hands from her breasts. Lily looked at him with hope, but he only smirked and slapped her right breast harder than ever before. Lily shouted wordlessly as her tears fell, but Avery didn’t seem to notice or care. He slapped her left breast with the same force, pulling a sob from deep inside her. 

“You do not speak unless spoken to,” he growled. “This is the last time I’m telling you. If you wish to speak, slap your tit.” 

Lily raised a shaky hand and hit her breast. 

“Harder.” 

With all the strength she had, Lily slapped her breast so hard it knocked into her other breast, making the two jiggle together painfully. 

“Please, I need to pump my breast milk. It hurts so much.”

“Witches have breasts. Breeding bitches like you have udders.” 

Lily slapped her other breast, just as hard as before. Her face was soaked in tears, her blouse soaked in milk, and her pussy was still soaked in her arousal, even after all this degradation. 

“Please, m-milk my udders. They hurt.” 

Avery raised his eyebrow, and Lucius nodded. 

“We can’t milk you with your blouse buttoned up.”

Lily didn’t allow herself a moment to consider resisting. She’d burst if she weren’t milked—if she didn’t pump soon. She unbuttoned her shirt and took her breasts out quickly. As they hung free, heavy with milk, Lily looked to Avery for approval. 

“No bra,” Lucius said admonishingly. Lily looked down at her chest in shame—they had a point. They’d taken her clothing, but the truth was she hadn’t worn a bra to her steakout, and she could’ve worn jeans. But instead, she chose to dress as slutty as possible, to show off her arse and let her tits bounce as she walked. Was it any surprise the men who caught her spent so much time playing with her arse and tits? She’d put them on display for any man strong enough to take her. 

If only she’d brought as much attention to her pussy. 

Lily’s eyes widened in horror as she caught her train of thought… No… even if she was dressed like a slut, she hadn’t expected this. The most she’d expected was a cat-call, not action. 

“Hands and knees,” Avery said, and Lily dropped to her floor. The position was all too familiar. She felt a shoe on her arse cheek, then the unknown object pushing deeper inside her arse, dragging on dry walls. After a few gentle thrusts inward, Avery pulled on the object. Her arsehole resisted being emptied, and it took a few tugs for Avery to fully remove whatever they’d filled her with. 

“Lovely tightness,” Lucius said, and Lily felt a rush of pride at the compliment. She wasn’t a total whore. 

No . Don’t let them break you . 

It was just so hard. She never realized she was so weak. With only their shoes in Lily’s eye line, she realized they’d used to physical force to get her into this position. She was not tied up. At any point she could get up and run. But it was too frightening. Her tits hurt too much. She needed them to help her. 

One of them waved their wand, and a long metal pail appeared below her tits. 

“Now, mudblood, I think you need a reminder of your place in the world. We’re being kind and teaching you this lesson before throwing you back to the other Death Eaters. They won’t be so understanding of your insolence,” Lucius said. He placed his foot on the back of her neck and forced her down, her tits caught in the pail. “You are a plaything of wizards; a pet. An animal pretty enough to fuck, smart enough to pretend you’re better than the Muggles but too stupid to convince real wizards.” 

Lily made a keening sound but did not speak. The words coursed through her body, spread from his foot on her neck like an electric burn. It hurt because it was true, and hurt it did. Lucius was horrible, but she’d never proved him wrong. 

“I see you’re learning your place,” Lucius said. Another tingle ran over her tits, this time bringing relief. She heard her milk squirt into the pail and groaned, wanting to thank her savior but unable to speak. As her tits were squeezed and massaged by some magical force, Lily was lost in pleasure. The stimulation to her nipples sent shockwaves to her core, she was in the clouds, floating, not a care in the world. 

“She wants it, bad,” Avery laughed. Lily moaned in agreement, her mouth staying open and her tongue lolling out. “Mrs. Potter loves being milked like a fucking cow.”

Lily wiggled her arse in the air in agreement. 

“Moo for me,” Lucius said. “Moo for me, and I might deign to fuck your dirty cunt.” 

Lily’s mouth quivered; she needed to be fucked. She’d been aching for it, she may even take a house elf at this point. Therefore she needed to moo. But one small part of her held out. You’re not an animal!  

Bent over a pail, being milked on her hands and knees, Lily couldn’t find a reason to agree with that small part of her. Slick dripped from her cunt to the floor. 

“Mooooo!” she cried out. “Moooo!” 

Both men burst into mocking laughs, and humiliation burned Lily’s body through. Despite it all, her pleasure grew. 

“Mooo! Mooooo! Moo!” 

The sounds became more animalistic as she became more desperate. 

“Mooo! Mooooo!” 

Milk splashed against her tits. 

“Mooo! Moooooo!” 

She felt a body behind her, heard a rustle of fabric. A cockhead met her entrance, and with no preparation, was forced into her to the hilt.

“Mooooo!” Lily moaned as her walls stretched around her captor's cock. It had been too long—only a day, but too long. The man did not move inside her yet, but grabbed her hair and forced Lily to meet his eyes. Lucius Malfoy’s grey eyes bore into herself, dark with possessive need. 

“You’re pathetic,” he said, grinding himself against her and forcing a needy gasp from Lily’s lips. “You’re worse than a whore, at least they ask for money. I wouldn’t be surprised if your spawn with Potter were actually a Black—or worse, a werewolf pup. Tell me, has your husband ever lent you out, passed you around? That couldn’t’ve been your first gang bang.”

Lily’s pussy throbbed around Lucius. She rolled her hips against him and imagined James taking her, tying her up, and letting Sirius, Remus and Peter have a go at her. 

“Would you like that? Being the Order’s cumrag?” 

Lily’s mind was a haze of lust as she nodded. She needed Lucius to move, damn it, to fuck her harder than she’d ever been fucked before. The thought of asking, even begging, didn’t cross her mind, words were lost to her cock-drunk mind. 

Lucius slowly pulled his cock back, and Lily whined in anticipation. The ache had left her breasts, though milk still squirted from her nipples into the half-full pail. But her pussy was empty, again. Tears welled in Lily’s eyes, she looked at Lucius with deep pain, the emptiness almost a torture. 

“You want to be the Order’s cumrag, not ours,” Lucius said with a sick smile. 

Lily wildly shook her head, pulling against Lucius’ grasp on her hair. 

“Moooo!” she cried again, spreading her legs wider and arching her arse higher. “Mooo!”

“Tell me what you want,” Lucius said. Lily felt the thin, blunt edge of a wand poke at her arsehole, and golden light began to stream around them. 

“I want to be the Death Eater cumrag!” Lily cried. 

“And what else?” Lucius said, pushing his wand deeper into her arse. Lily’s mind raced with the events of the past few days, what did they want, what did Lily have to say for Lucuis to fuck her and fill her with his cum? 

“I want to be the Death Eater breeding bitch! I want to be your mudblood slag, your rape pet! I am your rape pet!”

“We accept your offering,” Lucius said, full of self-satisfaction, and thrust himself into Lily once more. The gold light entwined her, shimmered, and burst into sparks, and Lily felt the greatest pleasure of her life and Lucius Malfoy raped her. 

He raped her with a skill she’d never experienced before. Lucius kept a hand in her hair, tugging hard at the nape of her neck, and put another on her waist. He went slow, each thrust fully bottomed out. Lily felt her arse jiggle as he moved in and out of her. Lucius fucked like a wizard, like a skilled pureblood, while Lily rutted against him in animalistic need. 

A part of her saw herself, being milked, bent over, and fucked like the nastiest whore she could imagine. The part of her that pleasure forced into the back of her mind felt utter humiliation at the image of the brightest witch in their year being reduced to this after only a day or so in Death Eater custody. It was pathetic. 

But Lucius’ cock was worth it. The way he fucked into her drove all thoughts from her mind. Lily’s pussy molded around him as if she’d been made to take his cock. Each time he stretched her open again was a revelation. Her body burned with passion, she was losing all control. 

Lucius slapped her arse three times in quick succession. “Take my cock, mudblood. Take this pureblood cock.” He punctuated his command with a slap hard enough to bruise, and Lily screamed in pain. It hurt too much, she hated him, she needed him. 

“You’re lucky we captured you. This is all you’re meant for, to be a cumrag for your betters.”

Lily’s cries of pleasure mixed with moans and more mooing. Her cunt started to spasm around Lucius. She fucked herself back onto him with a fury, her tits hitting the pail with each thrust backward. 

“Ah! AH!” Lily cried out. 

“Our rape pet is cumming again,” Lucius groaned. He kept his pace and drove into her hard, his balls slapping against her as he speared her to the hilt. Lily came as Lucius hit her cervix. She lost all sense, shouted and screamed as he fucked her through her orgasm. Moments later Lucius’s grip on her hips tightened as he emptied his balls into her swollen cunt. He didn’t move as he filled her up, buried deep inside her. As Lily’s oversensitive pussy pulsed around Lucius’ still-hard cock she let out tiny mewls of pleasure. He throbbed inside of her, powerful and dominant, as he filled her with his seed. 

After a long minute, Lucius pulled out. 

“Keep your arse in the air. I want you bred by New Years.” 

Unsure of what he wanted, Lily arched her arse higher in the air and said nothing. 

“Good pet.” 

Lucius tapped her arse like one would pet a dog. 

Lily’s breasts were fully milked now, soaking in the pail. Unable to move without letting Lucius’ cum drip, Lily stayed in the awkward position. As her orgasm faded reality started to set in again. She’d been fully satisfied this time; that was a fucking like nothing else. But the terrible embarrassment of her sluttishness kept her body hot. She’d called herself a rape pet. A Death Eater breeding bitch. She’d agreed to something. 

The memories were too hot for Lily to concentrate on solving the problem for long. She kept her arse in the air and her face down, and every so often she jiggled her arse, wondering if anyone was watching. 

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Lily lost all sense of time. Most of the time she wasn’t being used she spent alone in her room, where she often passed out from exhaustion after eating her meal on her hands and knees. In her sleep, she was cleaned, and any injuries were treated. Whoever took care of her left the bruises tender, littered across her arse, hips and tits, but any cuts or true pain was resolved. 

It wasn’t too bad. Lily barely had time to think about her situation. Any moment of peace was interrupted by someone coming to use her. Lily had gotten very good at deep-throating cock. Most of the time they fucked her mouth and came in her pussy—breeding her. Lucius had been serious. 

The hardest part was not being allowed to come. With just a few thrusts Lily couldn’t orgasm, and she wasn’t permitted to touch herself even with Death Eater cock in her mouth. Another thing she wasn’t allowed to do was remove the plug from her arse. 

Lily’s wand now permanently plugged her arsehole. After days of being played with, masturbated, and even given to the house elves, without a single orgasm, Lily had begged them to break her wand in half so it could fuck both holes at the same time. Her owners broke her wand in half, and she thanked them before they shoved one half in her arse and the other in her mouth. 

Lily didn’t come that day, either. 

The other half of her wand was left on the floor of her room, but it was useless now. Lily’s hold on her magic had weakened, though her base of power was still strong. Now it seemed to bend to the will of the Death Eaters, even more so when they were raping her. She felt it will her pussy tighter and her breasts bouncier. She felt it flourish when she stayed on her hands and knees, felt it work over everyone around her, drawing them to her, making them want her. 

Lily’s magic loved to be used, and so did Lily. 

Currently Lily lay on her mattress, her legs spread as a house elf inspected her. He rubbed her clit until Lily moaned, and then let out a mean laugh. 

“Funny Muddy. Horny Muddy.” 

The house elf stroked her methodically, up and down, from hole to clit, until she was ready. Then he pushed two fingers inside her and snapped. Her pussy opened wide, stretched enough for the elf to view her cervix. He used one finger to find her g-spot and rub as he gave her a check up. 

Being stretched with almost nothing inside her was erotically strange. Lily wasn’t being used for pleasure, she wasn’t important at all, yet the elf was brining her to orgasm with just one finger. Her pussy walls pulsed over air. She hadn’t yet been fucked by an elf, but each time they preformed this procedure on her she found herself wondering more and more. How big were their cocks? Did they have balls like humans, or did they knot like wolves? Could they breed her? Would Lucius command it? 

On the brink of orgasm, Lily cried out. The elf didn’t react. He simply watched her insides spasm as she came. 

“Not bred yet,” the elf concluded as he withdrew his finger. He snapped again, and her pussy shrunk back to size. 

Lily was surprised. Her breast milk had almost dried up, which meant her fertility should be returning. She didn’t care much either way. Pregnant or not she was their rape pet. 

For once, Lily was alone and not exhausted. She rolled off the bed to crawl around her room. It was boring, not being fucked. What else was there? Faintly, she remembered a past plan to leave. She picked up her wand and waved it. Nothing happened. She pointed it as the door. 

“ Alohamora !” 

Nothing. Lily put the wand half down and reached back to touch the half in her arse. She pushed at it, earning a frisson of pleasure in return. But she daren’t do so again; it was a work around to the no masturbation rule. 

Lily laped at her water bowl. Her pussy was still sticky and pink from her orgasm. She wiggled her arse in the air and imagined the elf taking her like this, completely unexpectedly. It reminded her of when Mulciber and Avery first captured her. Arse up, pussy on display. 

Her door opened, and Lily looked up.

Severus Snape had finally come to visit. 

Lily backed away from her water bowl but stayed on her hands and knees, head tilted down in deference. 

“I had to see it to believe it,” he said softly. 

Lily swallowed. 

“Say something,” Severus said, a slight waver in his voice.

“Hello,” Lily whispered. 

“What happened to you?” He took a step forward.

“I… dunno. I was captured.” Lily shifted to sit back on her legs, folded under her and spread. Her fists balled on her thighs as she resisted the urge to cover herself in front of Severus. 

Severus stood in front of her, towering above in black robes. His eyes were dark. 

“You let them do this to you?” 

“I couldn’t stop them,” Lily whimpered. She closed her eyes, unable to look at her old friend. 

“I heard you asked for it. I heard you begged to be raped full of babies.” 

Tears welled in Lily’s eyes. Her face was hot, and her words came out chocked.

“I did. I want to be.” The affirmation send a shiver down Lily’s spine. 

“I was wrong about you.”

Lily looked up at him. The darkness in Severus’ face was more intense, he looked like he was about to snap. 

“I’m so sorry, Sev.” 

“You could have been mine. This never would have happened to you.” 

“I am yours! I’m all of the Death Eaters’... pet.” 

“What do I want with a cumrag? I could’ve bore Potter having you first, just one man, but this? Tens? A hundred?” 

“They mostly use my mouth… please, Sev, I can’t stand it if you hate me.” Lily clasped her hands like she was praying. “I need you, I need a friend.” 

“A friend? That’s what you need?” 

“They mostly use my mouth,” Lily repeated. “I’m not used up.”

“What do you want, Lily?” Severus demanded. 

Lily began too sob in earnest. 

“I don’t know! Please, I need you.” 

“Oh, shut up.” Lily’s mouth snapped shut. “If I’d know you were such a slag I would’ve raped you years ago. Would’ve had you panting after my cock.” Lily nodded, tears wetting her cheeks. “I heard they haven’t managed to knock you up yet.” Severus reached into his robes and pulled out a bottle. “Open up.”

Lily obeyed. She stuck her tongue out and opened wide. Severus spat on her tongue first, then poured the bottle into her mouth. 

“Swallow it all,” he commanded with a glare. Lily gulped it down. She tried to catch flavor notes to determine the potion’s effects, but it was only a cloudy, woody, bitter mess in her mouth. She couldn’t identify a single ingredient. 

“Look at me.” Lily met Severus’ black eyes, narrowed in a resentful glare. “You could have been mine.” 

“I want to be yours, Sev, please! I want you!” She’d missed him. Even before this, she still missed Severus sometimes. For years she ignored the heated looks he gave her, the linger of his touch. Lily pretended he didn’t want her. Now, she wished she’d apologized for laughing at him in 5th year. Gotten on her knees and begged to stay friends, shown her loyalty by swallowing his load. She could’ve lost her virginity to Severus that summer, let herself be his Mudblood pet, and spend her time getting her holes stuffed by one man instead of fighting a war, or being a communal rape doll. 

She could try to make up for it now.

“I’m sorry, Severus, I was wrong. I am a Mudblood. I should’ve never questioned you.” 

Severus inhaled sharply, his face impassive but for a dilation of pupils. Lily’s pussy had started to swell at her imagining of an alternate history. Maybe he’d taken her now. Maybe she’d have his baby. 

“Turn around. Get on your hands and knees.” 

A shock ran through Lily—it had worked! A simple apology, a simple arch of her back. 

“Look how wet I am for you, already,” Lily demurred. 

A snap of his fingers and her mouth was spread open by a spider gag. Lily coughed on spit she hadn’t been able to swallow, hacking it up over lips. She looked over her shoulder at Severus, who smiled for the first time since he’d seen her.

“You’re not a sweet seductress. You’re a Mudblood. You’d be wet for centaur cock.” 

“Nmoooo!” Lily groaned through her gag, trying to say no, she wouldn’t fuck a centaur. It came out a moo, and reminded her of her milking days. She’d enjoyed being a cow, wearing the pretty patterned outfits and only saying one word. 

Severus, still fully clothed, sized up her naked body. Her pussy grew hot as his eyes bore into it, but he did not touch. Instead, he moved her wand, a gentle thrust. 

“They’ve been saving your arse.”

“Hhyyaaa,” Lily moaned in affirmation. She felt a sharp tug, a dry pain. Severus was removing her wand from her arse. 

“Mmnnooo! Mnooo!” Lily violently shook her head. She’d be punished if her arse plug was removed, they’d spelled her insides so she never needed to shit, it’d been inside her for ages. With a quiet pop and a clatter her wand was thrown to the side. 

“Such little gape,” Severus said. A moment later, her gripped her waist with one hand, and his blunt cockhead pushed on her dry arsehole. 

“Mmnnnooooooo! Hyeeee! Hhyee!” Lily tried to say please, she didn’t want her arse fucked like this, punishment or not, it was too much. She’d always been fucked wet, if not fully ready—slags were always wet. But Severus pushed against the tight ring of muscle to force himself inside her. 

Lily tried to shake him off, trashing her hips from side to side, and his cockhead slipped out. She scrambled across her small room on her hands and knees and curled into a ball in the corner. 

“Mmm huuheee, hyeeee. Mma huuhee.” Couldn’t he just breed her? Show James the ultimate triumph, his baby in her belly, his cock in her mouth? 

Severus remained calm through her outburst. He’d tucked his cock away and approached Lily with a small smile. 

“You don’t want your arse fucked?” Lily shook her head. “Too bad. I think you’ve enjoyed being the Death Eater pet far too much.” He waved his hand in the air and Lily felt cuffs appear on her feet. A chain connected them. “Get back in position.” 

Lily felt the threat in the air. Trembling, she got on her hands and knees and arched her back. As soon as her legs spread fully the chain linking her feet hardened to a bar. She was stuck—if she wanted to move, she’d have to drag herself by her hands alone. 

His hand returned to her hip. His cockhead pressed into her arse again, leaving a hot burn in it’s wake. Severus pushed into her slowly, but never fully paused. His cock felt huge, the tight pain of her arse overwhelmed everything. 

“Merlin, you’re fucking tight. You even feel good dry.” 

Each push deeper hurt more, as if his cock got thicker neared the base. Lily began to groan loudly through the pain, controlling her breath as though she was giving birth. 

“Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?”

“Hyyyaaa!” Lily moaned loudly. 

Severus laughed, sharp and cruel. 

“Stupid slag. You need to be punished, why would I stop?” 

His balls his her pussy. He was all the way in. 

“This is so much better than pussy. What they did to you before was barely rape, you enjoyed it so much. But this?” Severus pulled out and slammed back into her, dragging an unencumbered scream from Lily’s throat. “This is what a real rape pet endures. You should be thanking me for showing you your place.” 

He punctuated his statement with a hard spank, the began to fuck into her at a strong rhythm, harder than it was fast. Tears rimmed Lily eyes, her arms shook from the pain as her arse was ripped open on Severus’ cock. His balls slapped against her pussy, his hips against her arse, filling her room with the loud sounds of flesh on flesh. 

Both hands gripped Lily’s hips as Severus pulled Lily back into him with every thrust. Her breasts and arse jiggled each time he bottomed out, and Lily found the sensation of her tits slapping together make them tingle with pleasure. She wondered if Severus liked watching her arse shake as her raped her. She hoped so. 

Lily’s arsehole loosened with the deep thrusts of Severus’ cock. It still burned, and she moaned in pain every time he drew out only to force his way back in, but the pain turned from a burn to the throb. 

“You’rer starring to gape already. You were made for this.” Severus leaned forward, his clothed chest against her bare back, and grabbed her by the neck. “Do you think all Mudbloods are meant to be anal whores? If you’re dirty from birth, there’s no harm.”

Lily waited for him to move, she couldn’t answer, but his hand grew tighter on her neck. Severus was too heavy, her elbows started to buckle. She couldn’t draw in another breath. Lily nodded.

“Yhha.” 

He kissed her cheek and released her. He fucked her faster now, more frantic. Lily let out squeaks of pain, but she was fading. Her arms gave out from under her, her face hitting the cold stone nothing compared to the fire in her arse. 

“Gonna cum. Gonna fill up your slag arsehole, make it mine forever.” 

Something shifted inside her. The burning heat contained flickers of pleasure. Lily fucked back, sliding her arsehole on Severus’ cock. She wanted his cum. She wanted to be his. Lily pressed herself against him, met each thrust with a tiny moan of pleasure. 

“You like this now? I didn’t realize you were so cum hungry.”

“Huuheee, huuheee, hhh hhhee.” Her words meant nothing, but the begging tone urged Severus on. 

“I’m close. Fuck yourself on my cock, Lily, give me your virginity.” 

Severus stopped moving. Lily braced her hands against the floor and moved with a passion she thought she’d lost, expertly rolling her hips against Severus, working her arsehole up and down his cock. Her pussy was swelling, almost dripping, as his balls hit against her clit. Lily thrust herself back and forth, taking her rapist into her guts with pathetic cries of pleasure. 

“Fuck—fuck, Lily, I’m coming!”

Lily took Severus balls deep and tightened her arsehole through his climax. She felt his cum fill her, hot and wet, and shuddered. He’d marked her. Forever. Severus slumped over Lily as his cock softened inside her. 

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “Your arse is mine.” He kissed her shoulder, then pulled out and took to his feet. With a snap, the chains and gag were removed from Lily. She kept her position, not wanting to incur punishment. 

“Well? What do you say?” 

Lily hesitated. There was plenty she could say. You were my friend, and you raped me. Please, make me yours. Please, free me. 

“Thank you for taking my virginity, Severus. I’m so happy it was you.” 

He stroked her arse cheek. It was a good answer. It was true. 

“Sev?” Lily asked shly, still in position. 

“Yes?”

“If you—if I… will you please breed me? I want to have your baby.”

She wanted his cock. Her pussy hadn’t been touched once. And for Severus to impregnate her would make her belong to him in the deepest way possible. Her whole body changed at his will. 

“Don’t worry, Lil. The potion I gave you means no one can put a baby in you until I do. But not today. I’m well spent. Now, stay like that for another moment.” 

Footsteps, and then he returned. Something familiar poked at her arsehole—her wand. 

“You don’t have to worry about my cum leaking out, now.”

“Thank you, Sev.”

Lily shifted back to sit on her feet, her weeping pussy on display. 

“It seems like liked anal quite a bit,” Severus smirked.

“It was the idea of you taking my virginity…” Lily blushed, as though her whole body wasn’t on display for the man. “And cumming inside me.” 

“You’re more than ready to be bred. But I don’t give my pets everything they want.”

“I understand, Sev.” 

“Call me daddy from now on. Soon, I will be.” 

Lily eyes flickered up for a moment. Severus’ eyes raked hungrily ove there body. He was showing enormous restraint, and Lily found herself surprised and disappointed. 

“Yes, daddy.” 

“Good kitten.” 

Lily’s pussy twitched at the nickname. 

“Now, clean my cock.”

Lily held back a gag. 

“Yes, daddy.”

She dropped to her hands and knees to move few feet forward, ending with her face an inch from Sev’s cock. It smelled musty and looked slightly slimy. Lily closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. She moved her head forward until her tongue met cock and gave a long, nasty lick. Lily licked again, base to tip, before biting the bullet and taking his whole cock in her mouth. 

Lily sucked, literally, on Severus’ cock. Her mouth filled with a pungent, earthy taste, with a bit of salt. She removed his cock from her mouth to lick around the base and balls. This time she had to open her eyes to ensure it was fully clean. She took her task seriously, wanting to perform the best for her future breeder. The purpose of being his cleaner, his disposal, overtook her body. Lily’s nipples hardened, her pussy hole ached. She wanted to be used, filled, to be everything for Severus. Her best friend, her savior, taker of her anal virginity, her daddy. 

Lily leaned back and looked up at him and a soppy smile. 

“I cleaned your cock, daddy.” 

He had only gotten half hard through the whole ordeal. Severus tucked his cock away. 

“Good kitten. If you continue to be good, maybe you’ll get a reward.”

Lily nodded. She could beg, but she had a feeling he didn’t want her to right now. Severus turned to leave. He cast her a final look before closing the door, taking in her pussy and tits. He did not meet her eyes. 

The door shut, and Lily was left alone, horny and empty.