Harry Potter and the Torn Anus at the Glory Hole

After Harry Potter set off on his Horcrux hunt, I—Ginny Weasley—didn't sit idly by either. Together with friends, I fought against the tyranny and tried to sabotage Headmaster Snape's work. New punishments had been introduced at Hogwarts, but that only made me more determined to fight the scum. But then one day, while I was trying to steal the Sword of Gryffindor, I was caught. The whole school had been in a state of agitation for a long time, and the energy of the young rebels had long needed to be reined in, so the Headmaster offered a choice—torture curses or one day of assisting students. Of course, the choice was obvious; I thought I'd be made to scrub the school or polish trophies,

but the magical contract stipulated otherwise.

I put on my leggings, which didn't restrict movement and hugged my quidditch-toned butt perfectly, tied my long red hair up with a bow, and was ready for community service.

But in the morning, I was led to a specially prepared room in the dungeons, where IT was already set up—a hole in the wall through which only the lower half of the body was visible. I wanted to break free, but the magical contract was signed. My ankles were shackled with chains, spreading my legs wide apart, providing access to my most intimate places. I couldn't cover myself with my hands because, on the other side, hidden from view, my hands were also shackled, and a partition lowered in the middle. I could only move my butt within a couple of centimeters. My red hair spilled over my shoulders, my buttocks clenched from trembling, and my nipples hardened so much they could have cut through my sweater.

— Your punishment begins," said Snape… and by the way, Diffindo! The spell sliced through my leggings, exposing my pussy and the red hair on it. "I'll take what's left of you at the end of the day.

I felt my heart pounding wildly and my breath becoming ragged. Well, there's no turning back now.

The first students began to appear. I heard them whispering, laughing, and then approaching and touching me. The remains of my pants were pulled off me, someone immediately started fondling my pussy, which had treacherously become wet. They stretched it with their fingers, massaging my clit, and then someone entered me with his cock. I moaned, feeling him enter me; both Harry and Dean were more modest in size. Soon the guy groaned and came on my thigh. His cum hadn't even dripped before another took his place. This repeated over and over; some were gentle, others rough, many didn't hesitate to finish inside me, and each brought me a new sensation, a new surge of pleasure.

Soon, a viscous, oily liquid with the scent of ebony was poured onto my pubic area; I recognized it—it was a lust potion, my brothers used to trade that at school. My body burned with desire, and I started actively thrusting my hips, pressing the guys with my legs so they would release every last drop into me. My moans filled the room, and my hole was ready to accept whatever was offered. I felt the cum filling me, but that only fueled my desire even more.

The hours flew by unnoticed, and I had already started thinking that this day would soon end. But then I heard a familiar laugh. A voice I would never forget. It was my main school enemy, Draco Malfoy, the guy who humiliated me and made my life unbearable. He approached the hole and immediately realized it was me. His eyes widened when he saw the red hair on my pussy.

— Blood traitor," he said with a sneer. "Who would have thought you'd end up here.

I tried to say something, but the words stuck in my throat. He took out some amulet and began whispering a spell. I felt something change in the air, and then I felt his cock begin to grow, increasing to incredible size. It became huge, thick, and frightening.

— Now you're my toy," he said, moving closer.

He didn't hesitate. His cock invaded my pussy, stretching it in ways I never thought possible. Pain mixed with humiliation, but also pleasure; my walls resisted, but he didn't stop. He fucked me hard, giving no respite, and I felt my body giving in under his onslaught.

But if only it were that simple. By then, I had already gotten used to cocks in my pussy. But no, he slipped into my anus. I had even kept it from Harry, thinking to give him a treat after his return. But Malfoy had other plans. He didn't even use lube; the amount of cum dripping from my pussy more than replaced it. My virgin anus resisted, but he didn't stop, slowly and methodically inserting his huge cock there, working my ring. Every movement was like a lightning strike, and I felt my body burning with new sensations and arousal, amplified by the potion.

I screamed, moaned, begged, but he didn't stop. He fucked me as if he wanted to destroy me, to make sure I never forgot this day. My holes were stretched to the limit, and my body trembled from continuous orgasms.

Finally, he came, thrusting into me in jerks, his balls hitting my ring and releasing new loads of seed. I felt the cum overflowing me, my body relaxing, and my consciousness beginning to fog. "I don't know what Potter will do in such a tunnel," he said in parting. The next day, I was released, covered in cum, with a torn anus and a body that ached with every movement. The lust potion began to wear off, and I felt my desire fading, leaving only shame and pain.

In the shower, I sat on the floor, hugging my knees, and cried. I didn't know what would happen next or what to tell Harry. Probably better if he doesn't find out, but one thing I understood clearly: this day changed not only my body forever but also my personality. Yes, my pussy and anus are incredibly stretched, but my broken heart and feelings for Harry worried me much more.