It had been a week since the assault. So many people had warned you about athletes and the crazy culture that surrounded Quidditch players. Young men, hopped up on testosterone and a sense of impunity, combined with partying and alcohol, it was a dangerous mix. But you thought you knew better. When Slytherin won the semi-final, you celebrated with the rest of them, downing butterbeers until your vision was hazy and your extremities tingled. It was the seeker who invited you up to his dormitory, but all seven of them were there. They each took turns, penetrating your young body in the most vilest ways imaginable. They laughed and mocked you as they each stole their pleasure at your expense. You were too drunk to say no, and besides, these were the most powerful and popular boys in the school, star athletes who always got their way. How could you stop them? Well, tonight you would get your revenge. The Quidditch championships were just hours away. “Gallus Pilasum” you whispered and sparks flew from your wand to your crotch. Slowly a large pair of testicles descended, hanging below your Hogwarts skirt, and then a large nine inch cock pushed out, erect and ready for action. You held up your wand and crept into the Slytherin’s lockerroom. They were all there, in various stages of undress as they prepared for the game.