said. "Look at the mudblood already knowing her place."

He continues as he squeezes a breast. "And it's a great place. Under a Death Eater."

Penelope whimpers in anticipation, but the crimson ropes, ever-responsive to her emotional state, tighten around her limbs, pulling her taut. The bindings glow brighter for a moment, and a shuddering gasp escapes her lips. Her cunt dripping.

Corban positions himself between her splayed legs, not entering her yet, but letting the heat of his erection press against her slick entrance. He looks down at her, a predator admiring its meal. "Beg for it, little mudblood. Beg for a real wizard's cock."

Amycus steps forward, a dark glint in his eye. He reaches into his robes and pulls out a slender, carved wooden rod, its surface polished to a gleam. He runs it along the curve of Penelope's hip. "Perhaps we need to persuade her. A little curse for her cunt. Make it ache. Make it need to be filled."

He points the wand at her exposed sex. "Cruciomento Intimus," he whispers.

The spell hits her not with the white-hot agony of the full Cruciatus, but with a deep, resonant thrum of need. It feels like an itch deep inside her, an unbearable, hollow ache that only promises to be soothed by one thing. Penelope cries out, a raw, desperate sound. "Please! Please, I need it!"

Rose watches, her expression unreadable, a small smile playing on her lips. She can feel the waves of raw, desperate need rolling off Penelope, fueling her own dark magic. She lets it wash over her, amplifying the room's oppressive heat. She then looks at the two men.

"What about her ass? Has it been used? Maybe you should both use both holes. That way she won't feel left out. She wants it, can't you hear her begging?" She says to the two Death Eaters. "Or maybe we should call for her friends. I could cast a tracking spell, find the rest of the little Dumbledore's Army." Rose suggested, her eyes glinting with a cold, calculated light. "One little slut is fun, but an entire choir of them, now that would be a concert worth attending."

The suggestion hung in the air. Corban Yaxley shook his head. "No. We are only a few. If we had twenty or twenty five death eaters than maybe we could get more mud bloods and blood traitors sluts. It's a great idea Rose. But we can't do it now. But we can take both holes."

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