Stomach, thighs, ass, cunt, and every inch poke through all the holes that the ropes snakes around

The spell had woven itself around her limbs and torso, silken ropes of crimson light that tightened with each of her panicked breaths. They coiled around her ankles, crossing behind her knees before snaking up her thighs, forcing her legs open in a vulgar display.

More threads wrapped her waist, pinning her arms to her sides while still leaving her breasts exposed, the nipples pebbled from the cool air. A particularly cruel configuration looped around her throat, not tight enough to ****, but just enough to be a constant, **** reminder of her complete submission. When she twitched, the magical bonds would shimmer and constrict, sending little jolts of pleasure through her skin.

"You see, little bird," Yaxley purred, tracing a finger along one of the glowing lines on her inner thigh, "the more you struggle, the tighter it becomes. And the tighter it becomes... the more we enjoy it."

Amycus laughed, a wet, grating sound. He slapped her exposed cunt, not hard, but the sound was obscene in the small room. Penelope yelped, the sound strangled by the rope around her neck. "So responsive. And already so wet for us. The mudblood slut knows her place, eh?"

Rose, the former Harry Potter, couldn't believe how deep undercover she is. This feeling of power was intoxicating. She took a step closer, her own magic stirring, feeling the echo of Penelope's **** lust and the Dark Wizards' lust. It was a current running through the room, and she was now a part of it.

Corban, recovered and already hard again, positioned himself at the foot of the bed. He ran a hand over Penelope's bound ankle, up her calf. "Look at that. A perfect little fucktoy, all trussed up for us."

She was a creature of pure sensation now. The bite of the magical ropes, the phantom touch of their gazes, the cool air on her wet folds, the wetness growing across her slit.

Rose leaned down, her face inches from Penelope's. Her hair, a cascade of midnight silk, brushed against Penelope's cheek. "Open your eyes," Rose whispered, her voice a silken command. "Watch what they're going to do to you. Watch what I'm letting them do."

Penelope's eyes fluttered open, wide. "Mmm fuck please. Fuck me. I need your cocks."

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