She contemplates..

Harry's knees quiver hearing the commanding tone of his voice and the threat in his voice, as Dudley kept on glaring at her. She knew that as soon as she let go of her wand, she'd be absolutely helpless. He was probably going to fuck her silly again. Her sore pussy couldn't decide whether to be excited or intimidated by the prospect.

Dudley was a stupid teenager, with everything in his body and nothing in his intellect. But even he could see that the bitch in front of him wouldn't be quite comfortable to part with her 'freaky stick'. It was exciting to see the nervousness on the face of such an absolutely mouthwatering beauty. He wasn't sure how his freaky cousin managed to bag this model. It didn't matter though. This bitch was going to be Dudley's. Even if he had to compromise with her freakingness a bit. He was sure he could fuck all the freakishness out of her before long.

"Alright, how'bout this? I'll let you keep that stick where you can reach it. And in return you be a good little slag and bend over for me right there on the bed?" Dudley said, looking annoyed, "And what's your name, by the way?"

"N..Name?" Harry stuttered for a while.

'Oh, right! I can't go without a different name if I don't want to confess to him!'

"I..I'm I..Iris B..Black!" She mumbled. She was having a bit trouble standing straight. He'd fucked her too hard earlier.

'Black' the name seemed vaguely familiar to Dudley. But he couldn't bother sparing any of his two braincells on that thought, as they both were quite occupied with thoughts about fucking the gorgeous slag in front of him.

"Come here, bitch! That's the highest compromise I'm gonna make!" Dudley growled, "Don't try to act like you do t want it! Otherwise why would you be humping me like that after whatever you did to freeze me with your wand?"

Harry stuttered out a breath, knowing that really was as much sacrifice as Dudley would be willing to make. She could cast spells on him, to subdue him and get rid of his advances. But casting too many spells was probably going to alert both the ministry and the Order. She really didn't want to bring attention on to herself. At least not while she was still in her present form. So she decided that abiding by what Dudley just told her would be the best course of action for now. She'd much rather have her wand nearby if her cousin was going to nail her mercilessly anyway.

Casting a subtle lubrication charm on Dudley's cock and both of her holes, she walked across the room, placed her wand on the bedside table and proceeded to present herself on her hands and knees, as instructed by her cousin.

Dudley chuckled evilly and kneeled behind her.

Iris yelped as he spanked her hard across her right buttcheek, rubbing his large member along the crack of her arse.

"Prepare for the fuck of your life, you stupid slut!" He spanked the left one this time.

Iris felt a dark amusement wondering what the wizarding world would think if they knew how their saviour was being named a 'stupid ' slut, by Dudley Dursley- of all people.

Soon the amusement was gone though, as she felt Dudley's large cock **** it's entry in her arse, in a totally unexpected move. Her protested were muffled when he shoved her head down to the old rough pillow and lifted her arse higher to sheath himself completely within her flesh.

Iris really hoped than no one from the Order, Dudley's parents would check up on them soon, because she had a feeling that her cousin was going to fuck her harder and harder as the time went on.

Her feeling didn't turn out to be wrong as he continued to fuck her like she was one of those stars from the hardcore porn CDs he kept. With her inexperienced body, she could take it only for another hour before she passed out, having taken Dudley's cum four times already, between her pussy and arse.

She was very aware of the soreness between her legs and the stinging sensation on her arsecheeks the next time she woke up.