Chapter 10
by 
VTheImpaler
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They forget her in a closet
Many Slytherins have felt constrained by the rules all their lives, but with their new mudblood toy, it is anarchy. Whenever it pleases them, pent up purebloods drag the **** girl to their room, string her up in whatever fashion pleases them, and release their frustrations upon her. Hermione is spit roasted, bukkaked, buttfucked, and spit on, but to her it is only a dream - or rather, a nightmare. Some particularly aggravated students keep her on their beds for days before another finds her and hauls her to a fresh flavor of torment.
So it is that Hermione’s whereabouts are rarely known, though she is certain to be locked in the Slytherins dorms or common room, leaking cum (both hers and a half dozen others’) from every orifice. On one fateful day, Crabbe returns to his room late and drunk off of butterbeer, fuming at something unpleasant which had put him in this mood earlier. He rips the jade curtains aside, bed after bed, until he finally finds Hermione steeping in some bloke’s jizz. Crabbe lets out a belch which reeks of beer, and starts dragging his catch off the bed and behind him on the floor.
Cursing vaguely, Crabbe stumbles into a small broom cupboard and plops Hermione onto a waiting sex-saddle. She doesn’t react to getting squashed onto the dildo, nor does she protest when Crabbe roughly binds her wrists, ankles, and neck to the corners of the closet. With his victim locked in place on the machine, Crabbe burps tipsily and mumbles, “Fuckin hic squirm outta that one why doncha, bitch.”
Wiping drool from his chin and swaying from the **** in his system, Crabbe leans down and flicks the on switch. The saddle buzzes to life, it’s sound silenced by a permanent Muffliato charm placed on the closet by a smarter Slytherin, the rubber cock jiggling inside Hermione’s aching cunt. Crabbe fumbles at his belt, trying to free his cock to jack off on his personal mudblood, but then his demeanor changes, “Ugh, I think I’m gonna be si-hic-ck.”
He abandons his dick and sprints to a window to expel his guts, and accidentally nudges the closet door closed with his foot. Hermione is plunged into darkness, though in her slumber she doesn’t notice. Crabbe empties himself out the window and wobbles for a second, before falling flat on his back just as **** as Hermione.
Hours later, Hermione wakes in her new enclosure. She vocalizes her orgasm as usual, but the Muffliato spell devours the sound, and she cums herself back to sleep on her new steed. She repeats the cycle a couple more times before Crabbe reawakens, his head foggy from the hangover and his memory of strapping her in gone. With no one to remember where she is, Hermione remains locked away in her private corner of the room, endlessly orgasming in her silent dark prison.
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Updated on Apr 9, 2026
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