Date: Tue, 22 Jul 2003 23:43:06 +0000
From: alexis sinclair <alxsinclair@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wet Nights at Hogwarts part 8

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Ok people, if you want to read this you must be 18 years old or older.
In the story that follows sexual activities among minors is involved, so
if you don't like it or is illegal were you are, don't read it. Otherwise
welcome!
Now, this chapter is kind of short. Sorry about that, but I have a lot of
Potions homework to do for the holidays that I haven't even started!
Hope you like it. In any case write to me: alxsinclair@hotmail.com
If you wish to send me some spam or hat email, kindly address them to your
mother.
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Malfoy's World
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	Harry begun sliding the ring up Malfoy's shaft, but all guilt
washed away from him as he glanced at his face, a hideous smile was drawing
on it anticipating the much needed release of his seed and his words sank
into Harry's reason: he was the one who took Ron away from him.. The smile
faded when Harry decided he would not let the boy cum. He would pay for
what he'd done to Ron. And this was just the beginning of it!

	"Ensexatte Bed!" Fred said, after taking Draco's wand. He flipped
it and then pointed it to it's owner. Before Harry could ask what kind off
spell was that, the curtains in Malfoy's four poster bed, started
moving. They tore off the rails and crawled like silky waves towards Draco,
who was magically held spread-eagled. They traveled all around his body at
once and, judging by Malfoy's facial expression of mild horror and truthful
pleasure, were stimulating every inch of it.

	The sound of creaking wood directed Harry's attention to the lower
posts of the bed, which were twisting and forming what unavoidably reminded
Harry of a cock.  And a big one! It didn't surprise him to see it going
straight to Draco's hole with little gentleness. It was as if Fred had read
his mind.

	"This will teach him!" Harry said to himself. But the look of utter
sexual frustration in Malfoy's eyes made him aware of his own aroused
status. "Never mind... I'll save it for Ron" he thought, his hopes high
again. "Nice work, Fred!" he said, speaking to where the wand appeared to
be floating.

	"I've got it!" came George's voice from near the sexed up bed. He
was waving the leather covered notebook and it seemed to fly awkwardly
towards Fred and Harry.

	"Oh, this is ridiculous" said the Wesley holding the wand. "Watch
me!"  Draco's wand pointing at Harry's eyes. Suddenly, Fred became visible
in all his nakedness in front of Harry. The came George's turn, and when
they finished, the three boys were visible, but only to themselves.

"What do we do now?" Harry asked. "Is there a counter spell for the literas
charm?".

	"Not that I know off... " said George.

	"Me neither" added Fred. "Let's take a peak" And he opened the
dirty book to read.


	--"(...) Forced to fulfill the Dungeon Keepers sexual needs, the
boy had never felt such humiliation before. As he stood obediently still,
feeling the rough hands around his naked body. Obscenely caressing parts of
his body that were once private, with no other intention than to add to his
shame and misery.

	A short, but powerful pull on the chain linked to his necklace
forced the boy to the floor, his hands tried uselessly to pull on the
bounds that held them to his back, to try and protect the face from hitting
the cold stone of the floor.

The Keeper's massive hands took hold of the young wizards hips, without
letting him get his air back. He lifted the boy's bottom towards his own
crotch with the slightest of efforts, and shoved his impressive cock into
the burning, tight hole of the red haired slave.

	Red now also in the face, the boy tried to fight the invasion,
tried to kick, but only adding to the pain in his boy-cunt, as the
half-giant continued to mercilessly fuck his brains out. He screamed, even
though his friends could not hear him. He screamed for his lover and best
friend, but, just as nobody ever left the Dungeon, no sound could escape it
either.

	Pump after pump, the hurting wouldn't subside, as his sphincter was
magically forced to stay tight. Just like his cock was forced to remain
erected; despite the unbearable treatment he was receiving the young wizard
ached to cum and the Keeper's penis smashing into his overexcited prostate,
proved to be a more insufferable torture than the pain and humiliation on
themselves.

	After several minutes, the Keeper released his load in the
permanently tight hole of the slave. His giant rod seemed to grow larger
inside the boy with each thrust, exponentially increasing the pain. The
beginning of an orgasm started to grow in the boy's navel, despite all of
this. However, after his hearted skipped a beat in anticipation of a
release that had been unnaturally delayed, the feeling stopped; he actually
felt his semen sliding down back to his aching balls, possibly due to yet
another cruel spell that cursed his body, as he was thrown back to the
floor of his cell."

"D' you reckon that was Ron it was talking about?" asked George.  "Bet it
is" said Fred.

Harry's eyes were watering, his scar burning, he knew it was
him. "Literas".

He didn't know how he did it. He didn't have a wand, he wasn't even sure if
he had spoken the word out loud, but now here was Harry Potter, inside
Draco Malfoy's private and depraved world.

He was at the end of a long, stone corridor, with many wooden doors. One of
the had to be Ron's cell. He tried the first one on the right... it was a
cell, but it was empty. On the left... it was the Potions classroom, except
Professor Snape was wearing some sort of leather underwear and was carrying
a long menacing-looking cane; that image was going to be imprinted deep in
Harry's mind for the rest of his life. He shook his head and kept
looking. The second door on the right... it was Hogwarts library, and
there, sitting on his usual table, was the freckled boy from Harry's
dreams.

"What-?"

Harry froze. The boy looked up, he looked miserable, but when he spotted
him at the door his face lit up like a candle. Harry then noticed that he
was chained to that place... he didn't understand. This was Malfoy's
writing, he couldn't know about his dreams? Was this why he had last
dreamed him trapped with Ron and asking for help? But How?  He lift his
gaze once again to the boy's face... he was about to say something when his
smile turned to an expression of fear.

	"Harry BEHIND YOU! NO!!!" .

Something hit him behind the neck, and all turned black.

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Ok, so it wasn't kind of short. It was to bloody short. Sorry. It seems much
harder to write than it did at the beginning.
Oh and to RICKY, the muggle boy from China. Hi! Hope you liked this part to!
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