Flying practice

When you wake up, you feel sick and disgusted with yourself. You barely slept, tortured with the memory and can almost taste his load after all this time. Yet you have to push on, you tell yourself that in seven days this nightmare will be over.

You manage to reach class while pretending that everything is okay, you don't want anyone to ask you question, to suspect anything. Your humiliation must remain private, at least. Vernon did saw you, but beside a smirk, he did not bother you. Somehow it's worse, as you know he will eventually take advantage of you, you litteraly cannot stop thinking about him in lewd ways.

Nothing happen until flying practice. The quidditch teams are sent to train on their playing ground, while regular student like you are tasked to complete a treasure hunt. Your team decide to send each of their member to a different point, you did protest, not wanting to be alone, but you did not convince the members.

You fly faster than ever, determined to come back to safety. As you pass above the Quidditch area, you notice the players looking at you and making comment. You know already that your bottom stand out on your broom, it's something that you are used too. Yet, with what you did yesterday, it makes you feel uneasy. This is when Vernon catch up to you, and intimate you to follow him.

You both land behind an abandonned farm. As your feet touch the ground, you sight, knowing that the short bastard wants to feel your mouth again. So you say nothing as he lead you inside the barn ruins. Without a full roof, someone could spot you, but it's more discreet than in an open field. Vernon direct you to a stall, as you walk toward it, you realise and talk for the first time today.

"Bastard, that's for fucking sheep"

You can't believe it, it's a breeding stall. As you protest he orders you to shut up, and you have to comply to the direct order. You cannot say anything as he secure your head in the system, to do so, you have to fall on your kneed and bend over.

You feel tear coming up as you realise you will get breed like a damn animal. He soon lift up your skirt and tear appart your panty, and you can feel the cool air on your private part. You also notice that you are slightly wet, you hope he won't notice.

He does not waste time, and you feel his dick pocking your entrance. He is clearly not experimented, he takes him a few try before he manages to penetrate you. At least with his modest size, it's not painfull, despite your lack of lubrification. Without anyword, he plows into you, like if you were just an object for him. He starts with a fast pace, clearly going with all his energy. He grips you hard, and at each trust, your neck bump in the metal stall while your bottom jiggle. You do not get real pleasure from his rough amateur fucking. But, to your shame, you emit moaning and panting noise and you can feel him sliding in with more ease. You just got time to get fully wet when already he presses hard inside you, releasing his baby batter. To your disgust, he rest against you panting, before withdrawing. You never felt this dirty, you are covered in yours and his sweat, and you can feel his semen dripping on your inner tighs.

Vernon walks around your stall, with a satisfied grin. He is enjoying your sight : trapped on all four like an animal, with red puffy cheeks and your pussy leaking. He stop in front of you, and bring his wand to his temple. To your horror, he extracts a memory and put in a vial.

"Yeah, Peter taught me this, this guy is a genius you know ? You guessed already, I extracted this exact memory from you. Thing is, yesterday's blowjob was not enough, for sure it would allow me to blackmail you, but, it's just a blowie, anyone would expect such and act from a girl like you. Now, this is an amazing set up, right ? I know that in 6 days you will be free, so i need it, you understand right ? "

He looks satisfied with his monologue, and free you. As he's about to leave he precises that you can talk now. You gather your spirit, and try to clean yourself, unfortunately, you cannot repair your underwear. Soon you are flying again, sliding somewhat on your broom with you semen lubricated pussy.

You reach school with the hunted item fast enough for your team to win this treasure hunt. But you feel no joy, as you are now the sextoy of Vernon. Your tormentor has the need, the stamina and the performance of a virgin, and you cannot imagine where his perveted mind will stop.