As the witch begged and pleaded with him to let go, Josh did not listen. The Gryffindor had decided to try to play with authority, and she was going to learn very quickly what it felt like to mess with Josh Murray. Tears were already forming in the witch's eyes as he forced her down to the floor, she was already giving in to him.
Pity.
Holding her arm in place, Josh sunk down to meet the witch on eye level, revelling in the fear that was marked on her face. "I want you to be a good girl, and not hold back, okay?" Josh whispered, his voice so soft that it didn't match this situation any more. "It'll make it over sooner if you comply." He added, leaning in and kissing the witch hard. His teeth biting her lower lip in much more than a playful manner, drawing blood that the boy sucked away, revelling in the taste of her pain as she whimpered against him.
Standing up, Josh moved behind the witch, holding her in place as the witch continued to plead with him, sobbing as the pain in her lip began to register. Pathetic, Josh mused, stepping behind her and lifting up the witch's skirt. Movement came almost immediately, but Josh's grip on her wrist was enough to hold her in place. "I didn't say you could move, Walters." Josh insisted, putting the Gryffindor back in to place with relative ease. When he moved her skirt out the way for a second time, no movement came, just the sobbing of his name and a please in question for him to stop.
But to Josh, it merely sounded like she was egging him on more.
The Slytherin's free hand moved beneath the witch's skirt, finding the touch of soft cotton underwear Josh didn't even need a second thought to pulling them from her, tearing the material away and listening to yet another sob of pain from the witch before him. The soft pleas to stop continued, more fervently now than before, real fear that came with the realisation of what came next.
"This is all your fault, Walters. You couldn't just stay away." Josh told her, undoing the towel from his waist. His erect length stood to attention beneath, already turned on with the girl sobbing for him to stop. He liked the way she was begging him, the way she was terrified of him. It was enough for him. Brooke fidgeted before him, trying to get away, but the boy would not let her go. Even as she shrieked for someone to help.
Begged. Pleaded. Screamed for Joe, anyone, to help her.
It was no use. She could scream as much as she liked and no one would hear. Parting the witch's legs, Josh knelt behind her, watching her frame shudder from fear as his left hand stroked his length, contemplating the specimen before him before he pushed her forwards, letting her hand go in favour of her hips.
She'd tried to crawl away, hysterically trying to find purchase on something to get away, but like her screaming, it was no use to the witch. Pulling her firmly back to him, Josh took only a few moments to push himself inside her. The hysterical scream of "No, not... not like this!" bounced off the walls in a voice alien of Brooke. But Josh still did not listen, pressing himself inside the witch, in to a tightness reserved only for virgins.
A tightness that elicited pain in to his erect member, bringing pure bliss to Josh's body. The Slytherin pressed inside the witch, invading her body in a manner far too aggressive for her first time. A damp feeling made itself known around his crotch not a few moments later, and the whimpering from the witch told him blood was already spilling. Josh's smirk only grew at this knowledge, clinging to the witch tighter as he continued to take what was his.
Each scream from her lips, each sob, each pleading syllable.
They were all his.
With each thrust inside the witch, her resolve became weaker, the screams died away as she gave in, and her sobs were inflicted with pain with each moment. Her begging had gone from the normal tones of Brooke Walters, to hoarse whispers, barely there, but audible enough for Josh to hear as he grunted in satisfaction with each thrust.
It was fifteen minutes of abuse from Josh before the witch fell silent, whether giving in to the inevitable or passed out, Josh didn't care as he allowed the release of his body inside her. Josh gave one last thrust inside the witch with a final grunt of satisfaction before he pushed her forwards, knowing he was the only thing keeping her up right.
As the witch slumped forwards, Josh stood up, collecting his towel as he moved to the sink to finish the task of having a shave. He didn't need to waste time on such feeble little girls.
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