Humiliated and degraded

We arrived at a huge room. After tying my hands behind my back with a spell, he threw me into a sort of adjacent vestibule, closing the door, leaving me in the dark.

Servants washed me and partially dressed me in my student uniform. They tied my arms behind their backs. A rope around my neck arched my back while partially suffocating me, forcing me to open my mouth with a sign labeled "Mudblood." They began to whip me on my knees through the room, which was filled with Slytherins and Malfoys.

Under the jeers, I advanced while those present spat at me, aiming for my mouth. I stumbled and slipped many times, whipped, trying to breathe despite the spit.

The whips cracked again, marking my skin with burning lines, as I crawled on the cold tiles, covered in saliva. I moved forward despite the feet mercilessly pushing me to the ground to keep me under the whipping, so I could get back up.

I was in ecstasy; I could never have imagined experiencing such a moment of degradation, even in my most perverse dreams of lust. My vagina lubricated itself and leaked cyprine that mingled with the saliva I'd received. The witnesses redoubled their contempt.

The whip's thongs wrapped around my thigh, forcing a moan from me that was drowned in contemptuous laughter. An icy spit crashed against my eyelid, making my lashes tremble as I blinked, trying to see through the wet disgust.

Arriving before Draco's throne, which was the height of contempt, the maids readjusted my bonds so he could admire me. I was half-groggy, oozing with dismay.

Draco leaned down slowly, his pale fingers brushing my saliva- and tear-soaked chin. "Look at me, you bastard," he whispered as his foot landed on the back of my neck, increasing the pressure of the rope **** me. Another slash of the whip lashed my shoulder blades, forcing a gasp that caused the spittle pooling in my open mouth to spill out.

The Slytherins snickered as a servant roughly pulled my hair to expose my quivering throat. He poured a mug of sticky liquid over me, saying, "Cheers."

The sticky brew trickled down my neck, sticking my hair to my skin, its acrid odor making me shudder. Draco sneered as the foul liquid seeped through my parted lips. I couldn't swallow the foul concoction; I had to stop myself from swallowing it all.

At a sign from Draco, the maids undressed me, put a chain with a padlock around my neck, and tied my wrists to the ceiling with ropes, and my ankles spread as wide as possible with ties connected to rings on the floor.

• To know the contempt you inspire in us, you will receive 80 lashes with a whip. Don't worry, you won't die; we will magically see to that.

A man wearing a black leather hood, elegantly dressed, unfurled a whip made of heavy braids of leather. His first blows fell on my breasts, tearing the flesh with cruel precision. I tried to remain indifferent.

Quickly, each viciously dealt impact finally caused a hoarse scream to burst from my throat. The pain radiated in burning waves, my breasts reddening beneath the crisscrossing marks of the leather, while the Slytherins exhaled excited murmurs.

The straps lashed my sex with calculated ****, each blow parting the swollen labia, causing tears and cum to spray onto the flagstones. The executioner adjusted his angle, now striking the intimate flesh with redoubled blows. The Slytherins bent over, their hands clenched on their own thighs, while I braced myself against the restraints, my sobs **** against the iron padlock.

After about twenty strokes, as I trembled, having reached a stage where pain and pleasure had merged into one, he attacked my back and buttocks.

The straps slammed down on my back with surgical precision, each impact carving fiery furrows into my quivering flesh. The whip lashed my already bruised buttocks, making my skin bounce with the **** of the blow, while drops of sweat and cyprine trickled down my spread thighs. Another blow struck the small of my back, tearing a scream from me muffled by the padlock sealing my throat, I lost consciousness when the 80th blow fell to the cheers of the audience.