An Alternate Punishment

Marietta found the kitchens, but she was unable to get in. She truly had no idea where the House Elves slept when not working, which was what she presumed they did, but the kitchen had been the only place she knew to look. That would have been a good enough idea, but it was quite impossible to get in. She could assume there was a password, but she had no clue as to what it was. Left with the option to stand there waiting for someone to come out, she decided to scout out the Great Hall. At the very least, she could see how well-guarded it was.

Finding only a single teacher walking around as she peered through the door, she knew she would only need the slightest of disguises in order to get past. Anything that could make her look less like a streaking student would do her enough favors to be able to retrieve her wand without being stunned or something in the process. The human reveal charm would give away her position, even if disillusioned, but with the ability to pass through walls, she could easily make a swift retreat. No closer to having anything she could use to get past the solitary sentry of the Great Hall, she decided to try the dungeons. Professor Snape was known to pursue them quite thoroughly, looking for any Gryffindors to be found so he could dock points.

"That's roughly eight in ten of my enemies out of the way," she muttered, taking the stairs. Reaching the lowest level with ease, she heard a sound and ducked into a broom closet. She was almost certain that closing the door made a sound. Marietta straightened up against the wall of the closet, finding for some reason it was full of potion ingredients and spare cauldrons rather than brooms.

"My, what have we here?" a feminine voice rang out. "I've been practicing a certain charm of yours, ever since you learned it. It's been useful for a variety of purposes. Illusio." All at once the door was incorporeal and two sets of hands reached through. She struggled, but it was futile, within seconds she had her legs on their side of the door, trying to prop herself up by holding onto the walls of her own side. She was just about to twist around when she heard the cancellation charm and found herself stuck in the door.

"This is my favorite part," a male voice said. Marietta tried to be grateful she had not just been cut in half by the door coming back into reality, but she was perfectly trapped, and her bits were on display.

"You go inside, love, we girls can take care of each other from out here." The door swung open briefly, the witch embedded swinging with it, hitting her chin against the wood as it stopped. Draco Malfoy stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

"Not you again..." she managed, if weakly.

"It most certainly is, though. Now, as I expect this is a service I shall not receive in my marriage, I would like you to suck my cock." He produced a member on the smaller side, but a disgusting wizard-part nonetheless. "You wouldn't want us to leave you like this, would you?"

Controlling her anger as she propped herself up on the door knob, she opened her mouth to receive him, finding it easy enough to fit the whole thing in her mouth. He seemed, however, disappointed in her lack of motion, tapping her head with his wand.

"Come on, move. Even a House Elf can do this better than you," Malfoy taunted, a sadistic gleam in his eye. Her pride and unwillingness to be beaten by a creature of near human intelligence won out over her sense of disgust and she began sucking in earnest, trying to ignore it as she felt a finger go into her arse. It was a sharp sensation, but no worse than a cock, she supposed, so she tolerated it as it explored the narrow cavity. Doing her best to focus on the hardening member in her mouth, she beheld a rather pleased expression on the face of its owner. Marietta reminded herself that her embarrassment was only temporary. Some taunting voice from outside informed her that her rear was too loose to torture with just a finger.

It was quite a shock, however, when she felt a wand shoved in. There was a slap on the side of her head reminding her not to use teeth while sucking, but she could not turn her mind away from the jarring sensation of a rather long wand being pumped in and out of her arse, rubbing on a sensitive spot deep inside as she absently moved her head to accommodate the entirely hard cock, feeling it about to squirt in her face.

"Crucio!" All at once her body seized up and the most terrifying sensation erupted from her rectum. It felt like being ripped apart, like being electrocuted, and set on fire all at once. She could only imagine what motivated the kind of anal torture she was receiving until she found herself slapped again, which she could barely feel in light of the circumstances.

"Did I tell you to stop?" He opened the door. "Daphne, I believe we should trade places."

"I believe we should. There are a few more avenues of revenge available to me if I have her ugly face at the ready. Feel free to do whatever you will with her back half." They swapped places as promised and Marietta found herself faced with a witch sitting on a conjured stool. "I made a trip to the mind-healer, you know? They're quite good at what they do. Fortunately, this one was a dark wizard and he turned all my feelings of brokenness and humiliation into hatred." She removed her skirt and put her quim in the face of the trapped witch. "Get me off."

"Do you even... like this?" she managed. Her expression changed when she felt a wand go into her arse again, deeper than the last time.

"No. I know that you'll hate it, though, and that's good enough for me." A hand grabbed her hair and jerked her head forward, onto the sex of Daphne Greengrass. Marietta felt her own quim being licked, and she tried to imitate it as much as possible. "Lick, slut." The taste was about as saline as she expected, though the smell was at least familiar and not offensive to her nose. At the same time, there was very little she wanted to do less than to keep licking, and yet she feared being discovered. If she made too much trouble for either of them, they would probably just leave her there to be discovered the following morning, if not before then.

Her own body twitched in response to being licked on a sensitive spot, and there was something other than pain coming from her arse as Draco moved the wand slowly and gently. Daphne's expression was unchanged, meaning her best efforts were still going to waste, so she inserted a finger and tried to pleasure her captor from the inside. She seemed to respond to this more, though for some reason the tonguing of Marietta's quim had ceased. Redoubling her efforts as she felt a cock go into her, the fingers of the other witch took hold of her scalp to keep her tongue from leaving its diligent work.

At long last, Daphne seized in pleasure, though whether this came from her orgasm or the torture of her victim was impossible to determine. The door was about to open when she felt a spent cock withdraw, hoping that its owner had used protective charms. His wand, however, remained in her arse, reaching a sensitive spot deep inside, just opposite her womb.

"Are you playing with her still?" the witch asked.

"Of course. There is one more thing I would like to try. She may be close to an orgasm just from my wand up her arse."

"How disgusting," she opined, getting down on her knees to look directly in Marietta's eyes. "I want to see it."

Determined to keep herself from going mad and losing it over such stimulation, she clenched her anus as much as possible, shutting her eyes, though in only a moment Daphne poked her with a wand as if to demand they open again.

"How does it feel?" Draco asked.

"It's... awful..." Marietta managed, though the other witch contradicted her.

"I can feel her blood pressure rising, dear." She resumed the starting contest. "To think, a prude like you, reduced to having her arse sticking out for all to see, and you're about to come for us."

"I'm... not..."

"Oh, don't lie. It only makes this more tiresome. You do know witches can have anal orgasms, don't you?"

"No..."

"Really? What was it that I felt when Crabbe and Goyle used both of my holes? I happened to enjoy it, you know. They were quite well-endowed, and that made up for their lack of skill. Do you think less of me for that?"

It was a trick question and Marietta knew it. She was about as embarrassed as she possibly could be, on the cusp of having an orgasm from a wand playing around in her arse without her desiring it. Anything that would have gotten her out of that situation, she would have done, but it appeared there was nothing. Her open eyes swam in the toil of concentration as she resisted it, hoping against hope that Malfoy would give it up. She was grateful for Daphne slapping her, but the sensation only continued to build, merely delayed by the distraction.

"Answer the question, slut."

"Yes..."

"Yes what?"

"You can only have an anal orgasm... if you're disgusting... a pig..." she managed. "You'd have to be... a failure of a witch." Perhaps she said the words to motivate herself into holding out longer than the patience of her tormentors." Marietta had been raped before, and she knew she could orgasm against her will, but the effort had to be a greater challenge when the stimulation was so unnatural. She tried to twist and throw off Malfoy's rhythm, but it only continued.

"I am not going to deny you this pleasure," Daphne whispered. "You are going to ride it all the way to the end, and you are going to realize what exactly you are."

"We'll... see..." she spat back, holding onto the doorknob for dear life and biting her own tongue to keep from focusing on the building, compounding sensation. It was no longer possible to contextualize it as unpleasant, but she was not a gross wizard and she would not give up, she would not sink so low as to enjoy the physical phenomenon. She tied her dignity to it, her hope, her feelings for her parents and her very identity as she continued to resist. Almost all of her body was snow white as she practically strangled herself to keep her blood from flowing, if at all possible.

It came over her like a flood.

Starting deep in her body it emanated outward, seizing multiple times as her legs started to shake and her heart skipped a beat. She could not breathe until she remembered just how to do that while the lightning traveled up her spine. Marietta moaned as liquid ran down her uselessly shaking legs and the door was incorporeal once more. If it hut to fall to the ground in a heap, she did not notice as the second wave came over her, the look on her face one of perfectly animal delight. Her tongue was still hanging out through the derision of her tormentors; she could not have cared less what they were saying as she rode out the aftershocks. She felt her body being moved to the corridor as the door was returned to its normal state and her company disappeared.

That was about when the shame started.

Under normal circumstances, even with her best efforts, she could not have managed such a crushing sense of defeat, but personal ruination would not stop her on her quest to escape. She could always imagine something worse happening to her, like being put on trial naked and going to Azkaban the same way, and even the smallest chance of that, she had to prevent. Forcing herself to her feet, she looked around for something she could use as a disguise and took up the cloak Daphne discarded, figuring she must have more just like it. Wrapping it gratefully around herself, she was ready to be out of the dungeons for good, grateful that she had not come across Professor Snape. It was a short trip to the Great Hall, where she could be confident in her ability to delay being noticed, at least until she had her wand again.

Slipping through the doors with her hood up, she ducked under the nearest table and waited for the lone sentry to look the other way before moving quickly to the next. Cover would allow her to keep from being seen as long as possible, which would delay the time before she was noticed, further limiting the possible reaction time. Eventually getting as far as she could while still under cover, she decided to make a mad dash while she still could. Practically leaping for her wand as soon as she saw it, just outside the Trophy Room as expected, she grabbed it as soon as she landed.

"Immobulus."

Her hand was still on her wand, but she could no longer move, not even to look to see who had cast the immobilizing spell. In mere moments, however, he was standing over her, the cloak open to reveal her body in its entirety. It was Professor Snape.

"Interesting. A red-haired student simply offers herself to me during the most boring, insufferable part of my job. If it interests you, I am more than pleased with my new post as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but I do not enjoy the rest of my responsibilities." If Marietta could move at all, she would shake her head to establish that he was mistaken. "Is that fear in your eyes, you silly girl? Alas, you fail to understand that what is more than enough in the way of disinterest for most wizards is far too little for me."

A table moved closer to their position. She tried to remember anything of use about the teacher, but the task escaped her. If she could only point her wand at herself, she could cancel the immobilizing spell and cast a temporary incorporeality charm, but even that was beyond her. Professor Snape only smiled at the sight of her wand in her hand.

"You may keep that. I have no intention of leaving you with many memories after this is over. Imperio." Her will was crushed in an instant as she remembered the teacher was a former Death Eater. "You will neither physically nor magically resist my advances. Other than that, I do not care what you do," he said as he gave her back the use of her limbs.

"Please, sir, I've done nothing to you."

"Perhaps, yet you have been a bad girl. It is my job to see the rules followed, and you are not a Slytherin."

"That's unfair!" she protested as he directed her to lie on the table at the front where teachers usually sat. She did so without complaint or resistance, her will having been crushed almost instantly. It occurred to her that he had probably been practicing for this very moment for decades, which only irked her more.

"The injustice of it only makes it more delicious. This is how the school will repay me for the injustice it visited on me before you were born."

"Stop! You're only making this creepier." Marietta could really only imagine what kind of problem he had in school, though he seemed to imply that he liked redheads, which made her wonder if he had ever been rejected by a redhead. "What do you even mean by that?" she asked as he put up charms that would most likely prevent their detection.

"Lily Evans was able to become mine forever, and yet she did not. She had only to offer herself up to me, at which point I would have taken her, and then never become a Death Eater. Under the Dark Lord's orders I was responsible for her death and the deaths of several other people, making this her fault." He made a chill dance across her bare skin. "Even this is her fault. She and I would have been happily married, unless I decided to keep her in a dungeon."

"That's not how that works!" she objected. "She's not responsible for your every action, you are!"

"Suppose I told her that unless she became mine, I would serve Lord Voldemort. She would then knowingly send me to join his forces."

"No, that's still ridiculous, because you could still decide not to do that." He seemed inclined to win the little argument they had going, which meant she only needed to keep it up until morning.

"Suppose I were under the Imperius-"

"Then whoever put you under the- nevermind, I don't care anymore."

"Excellent." He forced his cock inside her without preamble and forced her to endure his inconsistent pumping until he pulled out in thirty seconds and ejaculated all over her. "Was this your worst experience?"

"Not really."

"Then I shall leave you with only your worst experiences. It is no worse than you would have received from the dementors. Obliviate."