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Ginny reluctantly walked towards her first target, who she knew would be studying in the library. As stood outside the huge library doors, she remembered what the first file had to say.

Target 2

Name: Hermione Granger

Reason for capture – She’s smart, she might figure it out, plus she’s Harry’s best friend, she might get feelings for Harry.

Binding Specification – She has to be tied to a chair, wrists, ankles, chest, stomach.

Gag Specification – Mouth stuffed with cloth, then gagged with Duct tape, wrapped around her head ten times, fusion charm.

Those were the specifications she had to follow them exactly. Upon looking in the bag, Ginny had found not only an instant print camera, but rope, cloth, a ball gag and other materials that she would be forced to used on her victims. Walking into the library, she knew that this would be difficult as there were a lot of students around and also Madam Pince was watching everyone like a hawk, ‘no change there then’.

After walking around the huge library for five minutes, she eventually found Hermione, the resident Gryffindor bookworm, sitting right at the very back of the large room. Just like usual, she was surrounded by books and completely unaware of her surroundings. This part of the library was rarely used by students. The books were really old and full of boring stuff that no one really cared about, apart from Hermione.

‘Sorry Hermione, but being smart can be a bad thing, and this is just one example’, she thought as she raised her wand, “stupefy”.

Hermione was so entranced in her book that she was completely unaware of the stunner hurtling towards her. Even when it struck, she just collapsed, completely unaware.

Ginny let out a sigh of relief as she saw Hermione collapse in her chair, no problems there. If Hermione had stopped the stunner, there would have been real trouble.

Walking up to her, Ginny took a deep breath, then began the process of undressing Hermione, beginning with her shirt. After unbuttoning then removing Hermione’s school shirt, Ginny gasped. Hermione was wearing a very tight, low cut light satin pink bra with red edging around the front of each deep cup.

Unknown to, Ginny, the bra was one size smaller than Hermione’s usual bra size, giving her already big chest a much fuller cleavage.

‘Damn, I thought Hermione was a flat chest, no wonder she didn’t want to come over to those girls night in the head girls dorm, she didn’t want to make us jealous, a silent victor, just how any secrets have you kept from us Hermione’?

Placing the shirt on top of Hermione’s bag, Ginny slid off Hermione’s standard school shoes and plain cotton white socks and piled them on top of the shirt. Next was Hermione’s skirt, with one tug, the item of clothing slid down Hermione’s long smooth legs and joined the rest of the clothing. As Ginny turned back to Hermione, her eyes fell upon the unconscious girls pink satin panties, they were defiantly a size to small, ‘so much for little miss innocent know-it-all’, Ginny thought as she rolled her eyes.

Pushing Hermione back against the chair, Ginny wound the rope around Hermione's upper torso above and below her breasts. Once the rope was about to run out, Ginny knotted it tightly behind the back of the chair. Next she laid Hermione’s arms on the wooden arms of the chair. Taking out a small piece of rope, she wrapped it once around Hermione’s wrist, then around the arm of the chair, the repeated the process on the other side then on both of her ankles. Taking a final medium sized piece of rope, she wrapped it around Hermione’s stomach twice, pulling it tightly forcing Hermione straight against the chair, before knotting it tightly, for some reason, Ginny found herself enjoying the experience.

She stepped into shadows and pointed her wand at Hermione, “enervate”.

Hermione groaned, “What happened”, she asked as she woke up, after trying to rub her head to clear the dizziness, she realized that she couldn’t move, that was also when she became aware of the tight ropes binding her. Looking down she was mortified to find that she was in just her not too modest underwear.

“Who did this to me”? She demanded to know as she pulled against the ropes binding her wrist, ankles and torso to the hard wooden chair.

Ginny stepped out of the shadows, “I did”.

For as long as she lived, Ginny would never forget the look of betrayal on Hermione’s face, “Ginny? Why? Why would you do this to me? I thought we were friends”.

“I’m sorry Hermione, I didn’t want to, but I don’t have a choice”, the redhead said sadly.

“What do you mean, you don’t have a choice”? Hermione snarled, “of course you do, now untie me or I will make you suffer”.

“I’m… I’m being blackmailed, Hermione, I have to do this”.

Hermione scoffed, “of course you are,” she said sarcastically, “just admit it, you’re a muggleborn hater, aren’t you? What are you going to do next? Bring all your Inbred Pureblood friends to laugh at the helpless mudblood? Well, aren’t you”?

Ginny knew Hermione was speaking out of fear and anger, but the words still cut deep. Ginny couldn’t take it anymore, reaching into the bag she pulled out a large blue cloth and scrunched it up into a tight ball.

Hermione saw the cloth ball in Ginny’s hand, “please Ginny”, she whimpered, “Please don’t do this”.

Ginny hung her head, “I’m sorry, Hermione, I don’t have a choice”.

“Stop… just stop pretending you care and that you don’t have a choice”, Hermione chocked.

“I’m not pretending Hermione, look, let’s just make this painless as possible and open your mouth so I can put this in”.

“No way, you are not getting that cloth in my mouth”, Hermione said defiantly, closing her mouth and turning her head away.

With great reluctance Ginny pulled out her wand and cast a tickling charm on Hermione’s bare feet.

Hermione let out a small gasp upon feeling the new sensation on her feet, but she kept her mouth closed, ‘a tickling charm, if I had my wand I could cancel it with finite. This is low Ginny, really low’, but I won’t break”, she thought.

The problem was that she knew the longer the charm was left on, the more intense the tickling would become. In her mind, she knew that she had lost the battle, but her stubbornness would not let her submit.

After a few minutes the charm had caused the sensations on her feet to become so unbearable that she couldn’t take it any longer and she burst out laughing, “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA, PLEASE”, she begged, PLEASE TAKE THE CHARM OFF, HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA, FOR MERLIN’S SAKE, PLEASE TAKE THE CHA- MMMPPPHHH MMMPH.

She was cut off by Ginny stuffing the ball of cloth firmly in her mouth, “there, that wasn’t so bad was it”?

“MMMPPPHHH MMMPPPHHH MPPPHH MPPHHHH MMPPHH”, the sounds of Hermione’s muffled laughter was the only answer she received.

Taking advantage of the situation, Ginny retrieved the duct tape from her bag and moved towards Hermione. Because Hermione was laughing so hard, it was a bit difficult to get the tape on, but eventually Ginny managed to press the end of the roll against Hermione’s cheek.

“Mmpphh mmpphhh”, Hermione pleaded through her muffled laughter, her eyes said everything, ‘please don’t do this’.

“I’m sorry Hermione, but I have no choice”, and with that, Ginny began winding the duct tape around Hermione's head making sure not to get Hermione’s bushy brown hair caught in the material.

Once the tape was wrapped around her head ten times, despite her feelings about the situation, Ginny couldn’t help but be a little vindictive, and wrapped it around an extra five times. Hermione was always so bossy and when they were they were staying at Grimmauld Place or the Burrow, Hermione was always trying to get her to study, do homework or order her about.

She had wanted to shut Hermione up for a while, but not humiliate her like this, when she had finished wrapping the duct tape, she cast a fusion charm and took a few steps back.

Hermione was now thrashing violently against her tight bonds, sweat was running down her forehead, her eyes were sliding in and out of focus, realising that Hermione would soon be in bad mental state, Ginny immediately cancelled the tickling charm.

Hermione let out a huge muffled sigh of relief and began breathing heavily, trying to recover from the charm, Ginny pulled the camera out of her pocket and began taking pictures, Ginny didn’t hesitate, the redhead wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible.

Looking up, Hermione began blushing and grunting in humiliation and anger, ‘the lying cow, she said that she didn’t want to do this, now she’s taking pictures. I swear, when I get out of this, she is going to pay’.

Hermione screamed into her gag when Ginny held the photos out in front of her, ‘now she’s showing me the photos’, “Mmmppphh mmnnnpphh mmmmpp–“

Hermione stopped when she caught a glimpse of the photos. This time taking a good look at them, Hermione smiled behind her tape gag. She was never one who was too concerned about her looks and appearance, but she had to admit, the photos made her look hot. The ropes contrasted so well with her skin, and she loved the way the photographic her thrashed and squirmed, making her large breasts which were contained in an already size too small bra jiggle and look like they were about to jump out. She was never very self confident, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t look sexy, even if no one but her knew about it. She knew that hers were probably the biggest in the school, apart from her vast knowledge which made her fell superior the everyone, it was something that made her feel superior to the other girls. ‘Look past the bookworm and see the babe underneath’, she always thought, especially when other girls called her plain. She giggled lightly. She was a secret slut.

To be honest, she was really enjoying this even though at the same time she was terrified. This wasn’t the first time she had been trapped like this, unknown to anyone her love for books was matched only by her love for bondage. She often tied her self up in magical time released ropes and would read a good book, it was a lot of fun.

She knew what had set off her love for books, it was because she had never had a friend until she came to Hogwarts, and her love for bondage was sort of the same reason. It was because of the really mean girls at her primary school. The kind of girls that was rich, elegant and thought everyone was beneath them and were cruel to everyone, especially Hermione. Apparently, to them, bushy haired bookworms were the lowest of the low.

They would steal her school books, equipment, Uniform when she was out in P.E, spread nasty rumours about her etc.

But usually they would tie Hermione to a fence.

Some methods they used to humiliate her when she was tied up where;

Remove her shoes and socks and tickle her till she begged for mercy and then continue on anyway.

Unbutton her shirt, pull her skirt down and pay people to point and laugh at her, or throw eggs or other items of food at her. Sometimes they might just get a huge vat of custard, which they stole from the kitchen and pour it over her.

They always used school ties to restrain her or they stuffed them in her mouth then cleave gagged with one or sometimes two. They once told her that they bought extra ties just for her and they stole her money until she had paid then back with interest.

They were spoiled and rich, which meant that they never got in trouble, their parents always paid the school not to investigate, and unless you wanted to be in ruin, financial and reputation wise.

At her school, Hermione had spent Merlin knows how much time tied up, after the humiliation, she was sometimes untied, but most of the time she was just left there. This would continue during the summer holidays when she went outside and still did to this day. At first she had been terrified, but gradually over time, she got used to it and started to look forward to the experience. That helplessness, that being totally vulnerable, she began to crave it.

When she had turned sixteen the girls had invited her over to one the girls mansion’s, restrained her and told her that when she finished at her boarding school, her job would be a bondage slave for them, she would receive food and a home and if anyone asked, she worked at one of the many companies that their fathers owned. Hermione had accepted happily, not that she had a choice, after all, like they routinely told her, she was lucky to be in their presence and even with her smarts, she wouldn’t get anywhere because she would always repulse people with her know it all attitude. She knew this and couldn’t help but agree.

She snapped out of her memories when she realised that because Ginny had these pictures, she could easily show them to anyone, “mmmppphhh mmmpphh mmmpphh, she protested, looking up, she realised that Ginny had gone. Gone and left her here, ‘that bitch’, “mmmppphhh mmmpphh mmmpphh”.

After a few minutes of struggling, Hermione realised that it was useless, she slumped into the chair. Looking around for anything she could use to get free, she realised something important. She realised that Ginny had left the book that she had been reading (How to Decode Ancient Wizarding Egyptian Writings and Hieroglyphics Using Muggle Roman Codes by A. Boring Chap) open in front of her and on the same page as well. Hermione squealed, she had lost precious reading time, she needed to make up for it. Leaning forward she began reading again, quickly forgetting that she was tied up in just her underwear, at least for her the book automatically turned the page when the reader was done.

****

Ginny had turned her back on Hermione a few seconds after showing her the pictures and quickly walked away trying hard not to cry, never noticing the book that slid along the wooden floor as though kicked and the muffled curses that followed afterwards.

A few minutes later, found Ginny on the astronomy tower trying to regain her composure, ‘I can’t do this’, she thought, ‘what if the next target is another friend’? Just as she was about to quit, the photographs of herself bound and gagged flashed through her mind, ‘I don’t have a choice do I’?

It was with great reluctance that she reached for the second file, upon opening it, she swore, ‘another friend’.

“Well”, she said to herself dryly as she stood up, “this one will defiantly be interesting”.

Description
Ginny reluctantly walked towards her first target, who she knew would be studying in the library. As stood outside the huge library doors, she remembered what the first file had to say.

Target 2

Name: Hermione Granger

Reason for capture – She’s smart, she might figure it out, plus she’s Harry’s best friend, she might get feelings for Harry.

Binding Specification – She has to be tied to a chair, wrists, ankles, chest, stomach.

Gag Specification – Mouth stuffed with cloth, then gagged with Duct tape, wrapped around her head ten times, fusion charm.

Those were the specifications she had to follow them exactly. Upon looking in the bag, Ginny had found not only an instant print camera, but rope, cloth, a ball gag and other materials that she would be forced to used on her victims. Walking into the library, she knew that this would be difficult as there were a lot of students around and also Madam Pince was watching everyone like a hawk, ‘no change there then’.

After walking around the huge library for five minutes, she eventually found Hermione, the resident Gryffindor bookworm, sitting right at the very back of the large room. Just like usual, she was surrounded by books and completely unaware of her surroundings. This part of the library was rarely used by students. The books were really old and full of boring stuff that no one really cared about, apart from Hermione.

‘Sorry Hermione, but being smart can be a bad thing, and this is just one example’, she thought as she raised her wand, “stupefy”.

Hermione was so entranced in her book that she was completely unaware of the stunner hurtling towards her. Even when it struck, she just collapsed, completely unaware.

Ginny let out a sigh of relief as she saw Hermione collapse in her chair, no problems there. If Hermione had stopped the stunner, there would have been real trouble.

Walking up to her, Ginny took a deep breath, then began the process of undressing Hermione, beginning with her shirt. After unbuttoning then removing Hermione’s school shirt, Ginny gasped. Hermione was wearing a very tight, low cut light satin pink bra with red edging around the front of each deep cup.

Unknown to, Ginny, the bra was one size smaller than Hermione’s usual bra size, giving her already big chest a much fuller cleavage.

‘Damn, I thought Hermione was a flat chest, no wonder she didn’t want to come over to those girls night in the head girls dorm, she didn’t want to make us jealous, a silent victor, just how any secrets have you kept from us Hermione’?

Placing the shirt on top of Hermione’s bag, Ginny slid off Hermione’s standard school shoes and plain cotton white socks and piled them on top of the shirt. Next was Hermione’s skirt, with one tug, the item of clothing slid down Hermione’s long smooth legs and joined the rest of the clothing. As Ginny turned back to Hermione, her eyes fell upon the unconscious girls pink satin panties, they were defiantly a size to small, ‘so much for little miss innocent know-it-all’, Ginny thought as she rolled her eyes.

Pushing Hermione back against the chair, Ginny wound the rope around Hermione's upper torso above and below her breasts. Once the rope was about to run out, Ginny knotted it tightly behind the back of the chair. Next she laid Hermione’s arms on the wooden arms of the chair. Taking out a small piece of rope, she wrapped it once around Hermione’s wrist, then around the arm of the chair, the repeated the process on the other side then on both of her ankles. Taking a final medium sized piece of rope, she wrapped it around Hermione’s stomach twice, pulling it tightly forcing Hermione straight against the chair, before knotting it tightly, for some reason, Ginny found herself enjoying the experience.

She stepped into shadows and pointed her wand at Hermione, “enervate”.

Hermione groaned, “What happened”, she asked as she woke up, after trying to rub her head to clear the dizziness, she realized that she couldn’t move, that was also when she became aware of the tight ropes binding her. Looking down she was mortified to find that she was in just her not too modest underwear.

“Who did this to me”? She demanded to know as she pulled against the ropes binding her wrist, ankles and torso to the hard wooden chair.

Ginny stepped out of the shadows, “I did”.

For as long as she lived, Ginny would never forget the look of betrayal on Hermione’s face, “Ginny? Why? Why would you do this to me? I thought we were friends”.

“I’m sorry Hermione, I didn’t want to, but I don’t have a choice”, the redhead said sadly.

“What do you mean, you don’t have a choice”? Hermione snarled, “of course you do, now untie me or I will make you suffer”.

“I’m… I’m being blackmailed, Hermione, I have to do this”.

Hermione scoffed, “of course you are,” she said sarcastically, “just admit it, you’re a muggleborn hater, aren’t you? What are you going to do next? Bring all your Inbred Pureblood friends to laugh at the helpless mudblood? Well, aren’t you”?

Ginny knew Hermione was speaking out of fear and anger, but the words still cut deep. Ginny couldn’t take it anymore, reaching into the bag she pulled out a large blue cloth and scrunched it up into a tight ball.

Hermione saw the cloth ball in Ginny’s hand, “please Ginny”, she whimpered, “Please don’t do this”.

Ginny hung her head, “I’m sorry, Hermione, I don’t have a choice”.

“Stop… just stop pretending you care and that you don’t have a choice”, Hermione chocked.

“I’m not pretending Hermione, look, let’s just make this painless as possible and open your mouth so I can put this in”.

“No way, you are not getting that cloth in my mouth”, Hermione said defiantly, closing her mouth and turning her head away.

With great reluctance Ginny pulled out her wand and cast a tickling charm on Hermione’s bare feet.

Hermione let out a small gasp upon feeling the new sensation on her feet, but she kept her mouth closed, ‘a tickling charm, if I had my wand I could cancel it with finite. This is low Ginny, really low’, but I won’t break”, she thought.

The problem was that she knew the longer the charm was left on, the more intense the tickling would become. In her mind, she knew that she had lost the battle, but her stubbornness would not let her submit.

After a few minutes the charm had caused the sensations on her feet to become so unbearable that she couldn’t take it any longer and she burst out laughing, “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA, PLEASE”, she begged, PLEASE TAKE THE CHARM OFF, HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA, FOR MERLIN’S SAKE, PLEASE TAKE THE CHA- MMMPPPHHH MMMPH.

She was cut off by Ginny stuffing the ball of cloth firmly in her mouth, “there, that wasn’t so bad was it”?

“MMMPPPHHH MMMPPPHHH MPPPHH MPPHHHH MMPPHH”, the sounds of Hermione’s muffled laughter was the only answer she received.

Taking advantage of the situation, Ginny retrieved the duct tape from her bag and moved towards Hermione. Because Hermione was laughing so hard, it was a bit difficult to get the tape on, but eventually Ginny managed to press the end of the roll against Hermione’s cheek.

“Mmpphh mmpphhh”, Hermione pleaded through her muffled laughter, her eyes said everything, ‘please don’t do this’.

“I’m sorry Hermione, but I have no choice”, and with that, Ginny began winding the duct tape around Hermione's head making sure not to get Hermione’s bushy brown hair caught in the material.

Once the tape was wrapped around her head ten times, despite her feelings about the situation, Ginny couldn’t help but be a little vindictive, and wrapped it around an extra five times. Hermione was always so bossy and when they were they were staying at Grimmauld Place or the Burrow, Hermione was always trying to get her to study, do homework or order her about.

She had wanted to shut Hermione up for a while, but not humiliate her like this, when she had finished wrapping the duct tape, she cast a fusion charm and took a few steps back.

Hermione was now thrashing violently against her tight bonds, sweat was running down her forehead, her eyes were sliding in and out of focus, realising that Hermione would soon be in bad mental state, Ginny immediately cancelled the tickling charm.

Hermione let out a huge muffled sigh of relief and began breathing heavily, trying to recover from the charm, Ginny pulled the camera out of her pocket and began taking pictures, Ginny didn’t hesitate, the redhead wanted to get this over and done with as soon as possible.

Looking up, Hermione began blushing and grunting in humiliation and anger, ‘the lying cow, she said that she didn’t want to do this, now she’s taking pictures. I swear, when I get out of this, she is going to pay’.

Hermione screamed into her gag when Ginny held the photos out in front of her, ‘now she’s showing me the photos’, “Mmmppphh mmnnnpphh mmmmpp–“

Hermione stopped when she caught a glimpse of the photos. This time taking a good look at them, Hermione smiled behind her tape gag. She was never one who was too concerned about her looks and appearance, but she had to admit, the photos made her look hot. The ropes contrasted so well with her skin, and she loved the way the photographic her thrashed and squirmed, making her large breasts which were contained in an already size too small bra jiggle and look like they were about to jump out. She was never very self confident, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t look sexy, even if no one but her knew about it. She knew that hers were probably the biggest in the school, apart from her vast knowledge which made her fell superior the everyone, it was something that made her feel superior to the other girls. ‘Look past the bookworm and see the babe underneath’, she always thought, especially when other girls called her plain. She giggled lightly. She was a secret slut.

To be honest, she was really enjoying this even though at the same time she was terrified. This wasn’t the first time she had been trapped like this, unknown to anyone her love for books was matched only by her love for bondage. She often tied her self up in magical time released ropes and would read a good book, it was a lot of fun.

She knew what had set off her love for books, it was because she had never had a friend until she came to Hogwarts, and her love for bondage was sort of the same reason. It was because of the really mean girls at her primary school. The kind of girls that was rich, elegant and thought everyone was beneath them and were cruel to everyone, especially Hermione. Apparently, to them, bushy haired bookworms were the lowest of the low.

They would steal her school books, equipment, Uniform when she was out in P.E, spread nasty rumours about her etc.

But usually they would tie Hermione to a fence.

Some methods they used to humiliate her when she was tied up where;

Remove her shoes and socks and tickle her till she begged for mercy and then continue on anyway.

Unbutton her shirt, pull her skirt down and pay people to point and laugh at her, or throw eggs or other items of food at her. Sometimes they might just get a huge vat of custard, which they stole from the kitchen and pour it over her.

They always used school ties to restrain her or they stuffed them in her mouth then cleave gagged with one or sometimes two. They once told her that they bought extra ties just for her and they stole her money until she had paid then back with interest.

They were spoiled and rich, which meant that they never got in trouble, their parents always paid the school not to investigate, and unless you wanted to be in ruin, financial and reputation wise.

At her school, Hermione had spent Merlin knows how much time tied up, after the humiliation, she was sometimes untied, but most of the time she was just left there. This would continue during the summer holidays when she went outside and still did to this day. At first she had been terrified, but gradually over time, she got used to it and started to look forward to the experience. That helplessness, that being totally vulnerable, she began to crave it.

When she had turned sixteen the girls had invited her over to one the girls mansion’s, restrained her and told her that when she finished at her boarding school, her job would be a bondage slave for them, she would receive food and a home and if anyone asked, she worked at one of the many companies that their fathers owned. Hermione had accepted happily, not that she had a choice, after all, like they routinely told her, she was lucky to be in their presence and even with her smarts, she wouldn’t get anywhere because she would always repulse people with her know it all attitude. She knew this and couldn’t help but agree.

She snapped out of her memories when she realised that because Ginny had these pictures, she could easily show them to anyone, “mmmppphhh mmmpphh mmmpphh, she protested, looking up, she realised that Ginny had gone. Gone and left her here, ‘that bitch’, “mmmppphhh mmmpphh mmmpphh”.

After a few minutes of struggling, Hermione realised that it was useless, she slumped into the chair. Looking around for anything she could use to get free, she realised something important. She realised that Ginny had left the book that she had been reading (How to Decode Ancient Wizarding Egyptian Writings and Hieroglyphics Using Muggle Roman Codes by A. Boring Chap) open in front of her and on the same page as well. Hermione squealed, she had lost precious reading time, she needed to make up for it. Leaning forward she began reading again, quickly forgetting that she was tied up in just her underwear, at least for her the book automatically turned the page when the reader was done.

****

Ginny had turned her back on Hermione a few seconds after showing her the pictures and quickly walked away trying hard not to cry, never noticing the book that slid along the wooden floor as though kicked and the muffled curses that followed afterwards.

A few minutes later, found Ginny on the astronomy tower trying to regain her composure, ‘I can’t do this’, she thought, ‘what if the next target is another friend’? Just as she was about to quit, the photographs of herself bound and gagged flashed through her mind, ‘I don’t have a choice do I’?

It was with great reluctance that she reached for the second file, upon opening it, she swore, ‘another friend’.

“Well”, she said to herself dryly as she stood up, “this one will defiantly be interesting”.