The team of Crabbe and Goyle

Lily Potter was feeling strange, as if something very wrong had happened to her. The first thing she was able to truly felt was the roughness of what she was laying on, then the cold humid air around her.

When she was finally able to open her eyes she saw she was in a room with the walls made of big stone, she deduce the ground was probably the same explaining the roughness. Still not able to move she check herself and her surrounding.

First she noticed she was naked, then she noticed that in one of the room side were big iron bar.

"Great ! I'm nude in a freaking dungeon cell and I can't move, wonderful !" The redhead milf though to herself.

But then when she turn her head on the cell other side she saw two out of the three most precious thing in her life laying **** and naked.

Using all her energy she managed to let out with difficulty.

"Jasmine... Violet... Girls... Wake up !"

Fear start to settle in her heart when she heard two stupid laugh.

"Rise and shine muddy."

"Did you sleep well, maybe a bit cold if your hard nipples are any indication."

"Mister Crabbe... Mister Goyle... As your teacher... I ask for... Your help." She managed to ask ignoring the insults since she was in no position to complaining about it.

But then when she saw the two boys entering in the cell they where both naked, and even if she would never admit it pretty well endowed.

Goyle grabbed Lily by the hair while Crabbe make the twin levitate next to him. Despite the pain of being dragged by the hair lily was to weak to protest so she waited the right time to act because now she understands that those two men are behind all this, but unfortunately for now she must bid her time.

It was a nightmare... Harry as lose literally everything... Even his gender and name. She was now Harriet, but what hurts her the most was the look lily was giving her. Pain, disgust, anger, disappointment... But Harriet know she deserved it.

That's why she looked her mother but also Susan in shameful silence, as their new owners were preparing all the girls they now magically owned to use them in their sick game...

Lily panted heavily, her naked body aching as she lay bound and helpless on the cold dungeon floor. The rough ropes chafed her wrists and ankles, leaving her completely at the mercy of the towering figure looming over her.

"You might as well give in, you filthy mudblood," Goyle sneered, his beady eyes raking over Lily's exposed form. "No one is coming to save you. You're mine to do with as I please."

Lily glared up at him defiantly, refusing to show any fear. "I'll never beg for your mercy, you disgusting pig. Do your worst, I won't give you the satisfaction."

Goyle's lips curled into a cruel smile as he advanced on her. "We'll see about that... My little pet."

Goyle walk around lily until he was behind her. His meaty hands gripped Lily's hips as he **** his way between her trembling thighs. She tried to thrash and resist, but the ropes held her in place. His thick, rigid member pressed against her most intimate areas, making her stomach churn with revulsion.

"No !" Lily spat, glaring up at him in defiance. "I won't beg, you disgusting pig. Do your worst !" She repeat like a mantra hoping to focus on something else.

Goyle's cruel laughter echoed off the dungeon walls as he slowly began to breach her most sensitive flesh. The searing pain made Lily cry out, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her plead for mercy. She would endure this violation with every ounce of her Gryffindor courage.

Lily's body betrayed her as Goyle's relentless thrusts continued. Unwanted waves of pleasure began to build within her, making her tremble with shame. She clenched her teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cries.

But as the tension mounted, a strangled moan escaped her lips. Her back arched involuntarily as her climax crashed over her, her inner walls convulsing around Goyle's thick, intrusive member. Tears of humiliation streamed down her face, even as the physical sensations threatened to overwhelm her.

"That's it, you filthy mudblood," Goyle grunted, his pace becoming more erratic. "Admit defeat and beg for mercy while you cum on my pure blood cock !"

Lily refused to give Goyle the satisfaction of her pleas, clenching her jaw defiantly even as her body betrayed her. But as his relentless thrusts continued, the coiling tension within her reached a fever pitch.

Against her will, Lily's back arched as another shattering climax ripped through her. She bit down hard on her lip, drawing blood, as she struggled to **** back the cries threatening to spill from her lips.

Goyle's twisted laughter filled the dank dungeon as he felt her inner walls convulse around his thick, intrusive member. With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, pulsing as he flooded her most intimate places with his release.

The feeling of semen was what break lily resolve. "Oh my god no ! I'm Cummings on this bastard huge cock !"

Lily lay there, trembling and humiliated, hating Goyle from the bottom of her heart but submitted to his cock.

Then Goyle roughly pulled his thick, glistening cock out of Lily's abused pussy, a smirk twisting his lips as he looked over at his other property. Susan Bones stood trembling, her lush curves lovingly bound in an intricate shibari harness that accentuated her ample bosom.

"Well, well, what do we have here ?" Goyle rumbled, his beady eyes raking over Susan's shy, exposed form. "A filthy half-blood to play with ?"

Susan whimpered softly, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of fear and unwanted arousal. She averted her gaze, unable to meet Goyle's cruel stare.

"Please..." she whispered, her voice quivering. "Let us go..."

Goyle's grin only widened as he approached the bound girl, his massive hands reaching out to roughly grope her supple flesh.

After making the poor girl squirm under his vile touch Goyle roughly seized Susan by the hair, eliciting a pained whimper from the trembling redhead. He yanked her head down towards Lily's abused, intimate place.

"Clean her up, you filthy half-blood whore," he snarled. "Use that pretty little tongue of yours."

Susan whimpered in dismay, her face flushed with mortification. But with no other choice, she tentatively extended her tongue, gently lapping at Lily's entrance. The taste was musky and vile, but she dutifully licked and probed, **** to obey and avoid further punishment.

Lily clenched her jaw, refusing to give any indication of the humiliation and disgust she felt. Her gaze remained steely as she stared in front of her as if nothing was happening.

He then roughly threw the still bound Susan face-down onto a nearby dirty, old bed, her shapely rear raised in the air. He loomed over her, leering down as he grabbed a handful of her ample backside.

"Tell me, you filthy half-blood slut," he growled. "Does your little boyfriend ever fuck this pretty little ass of yours ?"

She keeps quite.

Goyle frustrated by Susan silent rise his meaty hand and make it came down hard against Susan's pale flesh, making her yelp in pain.

"Yes ! Yes, he has !" she cried out, tears streaming down her face.

"So the famous Harry Potter has already had his way with you, hasn't he ?" Goyle sneered, striking her backside again while looking at the sobbing form of Harriet who was helpless to save her love one.

"Well, now it's my turn, you filthy half-blood whore."

He gripped Susan's hips, positioning himself behind her trembling form. With one rough thrust, he sheathed his thick, rigid member inside her most intimate place, eliciting a strangled scream from the bound girl.

Susan whimpered and fought the urge to cry out as Goyle's thick, intrusive member filled her. She clenched her jaw, biting down hard on the grimy, tattered sheets to stifle the moans of unwanted pleasure that threatened to escape her lips.

The shameful sensations coursed through her body, making her feel sick to her stomach. Goyle's vile, misogynistic remarks only added to her feelings of humiliation as he ruthlessly rutted against her.

"That's it, you filthy half-blood slut," he growled, his fingers digging bruisingly into her hips. "Take my cock like the whore you are !"

Susan squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to endure this nightmare with as much dignity as she could muster. But her traitorous body betrayed her, the coiling tension building to a crescendo despite her revulsion.

She whimpered helplessly as Goyle's grip tightened in her hair, yanking her head back. The searing pain **** her to release the tattered sheets, and her cries of shameful ecstasy now rang out unhindered.

"That's it, you filthy half-blood whore," Goyle growled, his brutal thrusts driving her closer to the edge. "Let me hear how much you're enjoying my cock !"

Susan's face burned with humiliation as the pleasure built within her, her body betraying her despite her revulsion. She hated herself for the way Goyle was making her feel, but she was powerless to stop the inevitable climax that threatened to consume her.

Goyle's calloused free hand roughly kneaded one of Susan's ample breast, eliciting a whimper from the helpless girl.

"That's it, you filthy half-blood whore," he growled in her ear. "Imagine carrying my bastard in that fat little belly of yours. Maybe it'll make these cow tits of yours even bigger."

The very notion made Susan's stomach churn with revulsion, but her body betrayed her once more. The coiling tension within her snapped, and she cried out in shame as a shattering climax ripped through her.

Goyle's own release followed shortly after, his hips driving forward as he spilled his seed deep inside her trembling form.

Susan lay there, sobbing quietly, as the enormity of what had just happened washed over her.

Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Fleur looks on in horror as Crabbe approaches the trembling form of her young sister Gabrielle, who is trapped naked in a pillory.

"Non, non ! Please, you 'ave 'ad your fill wiz me ! Leave my seester alone, you... you monstere !"

Gabrielle: struggling against her bonds, her voice shaking "Fleur... Fleur, 'elp me ! I'm scared, 'ow can you let zis 'appen !?"

Crabbe steps closer to Gabrielle, causing both girls to tense up with fear. He pauses, looking between the two captives with a twisted grin.

"Hmm, you know what, I've had my fill with your big sister here. I think I'll let you off the hook, little Gabrielle."

Gabrielle and Fleur both visibly relax, hope shining in their eyes as they gaze at Crabbe with relief.

"Oh, merci, merci ! You are too kind, sir. I am so grateful, I-"

Fleur interrupting, her French accent thick "Oui, yes ! We are both so thankful. Please, leave my seester be. She 'as done nozhing to deserve your cruelty."

Crabbe's expression darkens as he glares at the two captive women.

"Tch, it's not fair that Goyle got to have you first, you filthy half-breed whore."

He turns his gaze to the younger Gabrielle, licking his lips hungrily. "And I've never had the pleasure of fucking a virgin veela before. Maybe I'll start with you, little girl."

Gabrielle's eyes widen in terror as she begins to struggle frantically against her bonds.

"Non, non ! Please, you cannot ! I am but a child, I beg of you !"

Fleur strains against the ropes binding her, anguish written across her delicate features.

"Merde ! You cowardly beast, leave 'er alone ! Take me instead, I implore you !"

Crabbe sneers down at the terrified Gabrielle, his small eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

"Quiet, you silly girl. You may be young, but you're no child - you're 18 now, aren't you ? And think of the bright side - if I get you pregnant, you can go through it with your dear sister here. Goyle's already made sure she'll be with child as well."

He lets out a harsh, barking laugh, moving closer to Gabrielle's trembling form.

"Just imagine, the two of you carrying our bastards. What a lovely little family that will make."

Gabrielle's eyes went wide with sheer terror as Crabbe's hulking form loomed over her. She let out a ****, pleading cry as he roughly shoved his thick, intrusive member inside her virgin passage. The searing pain made her vision blur with tears, her delicate body stretched and violated in the most intimate way.

"Non ! Arrêtez !" she screamed, her voice raw with anguish. But Crabbe merely chuckled darkly, savoring her suffering as he began to ruthlessly rut against her trembling form.

Crabbe's face twisted into a malicious sneer as he leered down at the two captive veela women. "That's right, you filthy half-breeds," he growled. "Your only purpose in this world is to serve your betters - the pure-blooded wizards like myself."

He let out a harsh, mocking laugh, his thick fingers digging into Gabrielle's hips as he continued to violate her tender, virgin flesh. "And what better way to fulfill that purpose than by carrying our bastard children, hmm ?"

Fleur's eyes burned with impotent rage and despair, her heart aching at the sight of her beloved sister being so cruelly defiled. "You are a monster !" she cried out, straining against the ropes that bound her. "Our heritage is a gift, not a curse !"

Crabbe merely scoffed, unmoved by her pleas. "A gift, you say ? More like a burden that you half-breeds must bear. And bear it you shall - for the glory of the pure-blooded race !"

Despite the situation and the hatred she felt towards Crabbe, Gabrielle could not help to feel the pleasure building inside her.

Fleur's heart sank as she heard Gabrielle's shameful moans of pleasure. "Gabrielle, ma chérie, you must resist ! Do not give in to this monstrosity !"

But her younger sister's eyes flashed with defiant anger. "Shut up, Fleur ! This is all your fault to begin with - if you hadn't been so arrogant, gambling us away in that cursed casino, we wouldn't be here !"

Gabrielle's face flushed with humiliation. "And do not lecture me about pleasure when you were moaning like a bitch in heat for that animal Goyle !"

Fleur recoiled, stung by her sister's cruel words. She swallowed hard, her throat tight with anguish as she watched helplessly. "Gabrielle, je suis désolée..." she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

Ignoring her sister Gabrielle's eyes narrowed as she gazed up at Crabbe, all traces of fear and defiance replaced by a coy, submissive expression. "Oui, mon maître," she purred, her voice dripping with false adoration. "I exist only to serve my wonderful, superior master."

Crabbe's features lit up with a twisted grin, clearly fooled by Gabrielle's act. "That's a good girl," he growled, his grip on her hips gentling as he began to move more languidly within her.

Inwardly, Gabrielle's stomach churned with revulsion, but she **** herself to arch into his touch, whimpering softly in exaggerated pleasure. She knew all too well that this was the only way to make her current situation at least somewhat bearable. Her sister's cries of anguish echoed in her ears, but Gabrielle steeled her resolve, determined to survive this ordeal by any means necessary.

Crabbe grunted in satisfaction as Gabrielle's body convulsed around him, milking every last drop of his seed. He pulled out with a smirk, eyeing the trembling veela girl with a twisted sense of pride.

"Not bad, little one," he purred, reaching down to caress her flushed cheek. "Maybe you're not so useless after all."

Gabrielle **** herself to lean into his touch, mustering up a demure smile. "Merci, mon maître. I live to please you."

When Crabbe moved to free her from the pillory, Gabrielle bowed her head demurely. "Thank you, mon maître," she murmured, her voice laced with feigned gratitude.

As the hulking brute pulled her into a rough kiss, Gabrielle allowed her body to melt against his, ignoring the revulsion coursing through her veins. She knew this was the only way to ensure her survival - and perhaps, if she played her cards right, secure a modicum of comfort in this hellish situation

Crabbe seemed pleased by her response, nodding to himself. "Well then, you've earned a little reward." He called for a house elf. "Take her to my quarters. Draw her a nice hot bath and let her rest in my bed. She's been a good girl."

Gabrielle gave a graceful bow, her eyes shining with feigned gratitude. "You are too kind, monsieur." She then took the elf's hand, the two of them vanishing from the room.

Once in Crabbe's bedroom, Gabrielle allowed herself a small, victorious smile. Her little act of submission had earned her the privilege of a warm bath and a soft, comfortable bed - a far cry from the indignities she had been **** to endure. She may have been a captive, but she would do whatever it took to make her situation as tolerable as possible. For now, she would savor this momentary respite, steeling her resolve to survive.

Crabbe's gaze landed on the two bound redheaded girls cowering on the floor. A twisted smile spread across his lips as he approached them. "Well, well, what do we have here ? Two more filthy half-bloods for me to play with."

He knelt down, grabbing a fistful of Jasmine's fiery hair and yanking her head back. "You look like a feisty one. I think I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

Turning his attention to the calmer Violet, he reached out to trace the delicate curves of her body. "And you... you seem like you might be more...compliant. We'll see how long that lasts."

His cruel laughter filled the air as he loomed over the helpless twins, his intentions all too clear.

Crabbe's wand sparked with dark magic as he loomed over the helpless Potter twins. With a sinister grin, he began chanting an ancient, twisted incantation. Jasmine and Violet's bodies convulsed as the arcane energies swirled around them.

Jasmine let out a primal, animalistic howl as her mind was warped and reshaped. Gone was her fierce Gryffindor spirit, replaced by the simple, unquestioning obedience of a loyal hound. "Woof !" she barked, her eyes glazed over with mindless submission.

Beside her, Violet's delicate features twisted in agony before settling into a serene, feline grace. The Ravenclaw's keen intellect had been subsumed, leaving behind only a cool, calculating detachment. She let out a soft "meow", her gaze appraising Crabbe with an almost disinterested curiosity.

Crabbe let out a dark, satisfied chuckle as he surveyed his handiwork. "Perfect...now let's see what other fun we can have."

Crabbe chuckles as he secures the collars around Jasmine and Violet's necks, fastening leashes to each one. The twins stare back at him with vacant, animal-like expressions, their humanity stripped away by his dark magic.

Lily's anguished cries echo in the background as she watches her daughters reduced to mindless pets. "No, my babies ! What have you done to them ?!" she wails, tears streaming down her face.

Crabbe merely sneers, yanking on the leashes and forcing the transformed twins to their feet. "Time to play, my new pets," he growls. With a twisted grin, he begins leading them out of the room, Lily's heartbroken sobs following in his wake.

Crabbe reclines on the bed, his lips curling into a malicious grin as he peers at the transformed Jasmine.

"Come here, my loyal pet," he commands, patting his thighs suggestively. "Time for you to earn your keep."

Jasmine, her mind now reduced to that of an obedient dog, approaches the bed with a whimpering whine. Instinctively, she clambers onto the bed, straddling Crabbe's lap. Her movements are clumsy yet eager, driven by her newly implanted canine urges.

Without hesitation, she begins to slowly grind her hips against Crabbe's growing arousal, her tongue lolling out as she pants softly. The twisted wizard lets out a guttural groan of satisfaction, his meaty hands gripping her narrow hips to guide her movements.

"Good girl," he praises, his beady eyes gleaming with dark delight. "Now show your master how much you appreciate his kindness."

Jasmine whimpers softly as she impales herself on Crabbe's thick member, her newly conditioned canine instincts overriding any remnants of her human consciousness. Her body trembles with a mixture of fear and primal arousal as she begins to move her hips in a clumsy rhythm, **** to please her new master.

Crabbe lets out a guttural groan of satisfaction, his meaty hands gripping Jasmine's narrow hips to guide her movements. "That's it, pet. Ride your master's cock like the good little bitch you are."

He thrusts his hips upwards, driving his shaft deeper into Jasmine's tight, yielding flesh. A twisted smile spreads across his lips as he watches the mindless girl obey his commands, her own pleasure a mere afterthought in the face of his twisted desires

Crabbe grunts with satisfaction as he empties himself deep inside Jasmine's yielding body. With a rough shove, he pushes the mindless girl off of him, the leash trailing behind her as she slumps to the floor.

Turning his attention to the sleeping Violet, curled up on the couch like a cat, Crabbe approaches with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He kneels down, running his hand along Violet's soft curves, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Time to play with the other pet," he murmurs.

Crabbe yanks sharply on Violet's leash, jolting the sleepy girl awake with a startled meow. Before she can fully register what's happening, he's forcing her down onto all fours, positioning her body for his twisted pleasure.

"Time to play, my little kitty," he growls, gripping her hips as he lines up his throbbing length with her entrance. With one swift, brutal thrust, he buries himself inside her tight, yielding flesh, eliciting a strangled yowl of pain from Violet's lips.

Crabbe grunts with each powerful thrust, driving his engorged member deeper into Violet's trembling body. Her muffled cries echo through the room as he ruthlessly plunders her **** form. With a final, guttural growl, he spills his seed deep inside her, marking the once-proud girl as his helpless conquest.

Crabbe stomps down the dungeon stairs, a twisted grin spreading across his features as he observes Goyle rutting into the captive Fleur. The sounds of her agonized cries fill the air, mingling with Goyle's grunts of satisfaction.

"Looks like you're having fun, Greg," Crabbe chuckles, his beady eyes gleaming with dark delight. "But don't hog all the toys. I've got a couple new pets upstairs that could use a good breaking in."

He reaches down, yanking Fleur's head back by her silvery hair. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Your sister's been a good girl. Maybe I'll let you join the fun...if you beg nicely enough."

Once his fun with fleur was over the two boys decided to go take a break, they were only human after all.

Crabbe and Goyle clink their beers together, the sound echoing in the dank dungeon. They take long swigs, wiping their mouths with the back of their sleeves as they eye Fleur with matching leers.

"So, Greg, what do you say we have a little fun with our new...pet ?" He glances toward the stairs, a twisted grin spreading across his face. "I just had a delightful time breaking in the little Potter twins upstairs. Now it's Harriet's turn."

Goyle let out a booming laugh "Sounds good to me, mate. We'll show that Potter bitch who's boss. I reckon we should take her together - make sure the little whore gets good and pregnant." He pauses, considering. "Whoever knocks her up gets to keep her. What do you say ?"

Crabbe extended his hand to Goyle "Deal. This is going to be fun."

The two Slytherin go to the pillar were they have tied up Harriet earlier in order to **** her to watch them enjoy their new property.

Crabbe and Goyle seized Harriet and dragged her upstairs, her **** cries echoing through the manor. They threw her down roughly onto the bed, towering over her trembling form. Harriet's green eyes were wide with terror as the two brutes advanced, their thick, throbbing members already bared.

"No, please !" she begged, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Crabbe and Goyle wasted no time, each of them roughly shoving their rigid shafts into Harriet's tender pussy at the same time. Her back arched as she let out a strangled scream, her body overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion.

Harriet's cries of anguish soon morphed into shameless moans of ecstasy as Crabbe and Goyle ruthlessly pounded into her tender flesh. The overwhelming sensations shattered her mind, shattering the last vestiges of her feeble resistance as she succumbed to the depravity.

"Yessss !" she hissed, her emerald eyes glazed over with mindless lust. "Breed me! Make me your filthy whore !"

Harriet's body writhed and convulsed, her mind completely broken by the brutal dual violation. All that mattered now was pleasing her new masters, serving as their willing receptacle for their seed. She had become nothing more than a receptacle for their twisted desires.

Crabbe and Goyle's hips pistoned furiously as they reached their peak, their engorged shafts pulsing deep inside Harriet's ravaged pussy. With guttural grunts of satisfaction, they unleashed their scalding seed, flooding her womb in a twisted mockery of procreation.

Harriet let out a shrill scream of ecstasy, her mind completely shattered by the intense dual climax. She had become nothing more than a receptacle for their lust, her body trembling with debased pleasure.

"Yes, fill me !" she cried out mindlessly. "Make me your broodmare !"

The two brutes withdrew with wolfish grins, surveying their handiwork. The game had only just begun...

Last part coming soon...