By the time Harley's punishment ended, summer vacation had already begun.
The school year was over, which made Harley happy, but she couldn't avoid Dudley and his gang, who came over to his house every day.
Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon were all big, stupid louts, and Dudley, being the biggest and stupidest of them all, was naturally their leader.
Dudley's gang was always eager to join his favorite game: gang-raping Harley.
Ultimately, Harley couldn't escape her fate. Although she tried her best to stay outside and wander around, she was sometimes caught, and five big boys were simply too much for her to resist.
Today, Harley was unlucky enough to be cornered in a deserted children's playground. The place was so remote that few kids ever came to play there. She couldn't understand how they'd found her. Crouching on the slide, she buried her face in her hands, unwilling to face reality.
"Harley, are you coming down on your own, or are we coming up to get you?" Dudley, the leader, threatened. "And just so you know, if you dare to run, you should know what'll happen when we catch you."
"Only an idiot wouldn't run."
Inheriting her Gryffindor parents' courage and recklessness, Harley sprang into action. Not to mention, the last time she was caught, even with her excellent recovery ability, she'd been fucked so hard she couldn't get out of bed for two days. She knew just how brutal these energetic boys could be.
Harley leaped off the slide, intending to run to the other side, but the boys were already prepared. They closed in from all directions, and in the end, Harley was caught.
"Let go of me!" Harley struggled, but Piers and Dennis held her arms in a tight grip, dragging her before Dudley.
"You really never learn, do you, Harley?" Dudley grinned, clearly having thought up some new "punishment" for her.
"Bastard!" Harley struggled, her beautiful eyes glaring at Dudley as if they could shoot fire.
If it weren't for her fear of being lectured by Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, she would never have obeyed Dudley. Don't be fooled by how obedient and well-behaved she was at home; the moment she was out of the Dursleys' sight, she wouldn't just stand there stupidly and let Dudley bully her.
"Since our little beauty Harley is so eager to play on the equipment, let's give her a good time!" Malcolm suggested.
"Let's start with the wooden horse. Harley-baby, do you like riding wooden horses? Oh, wait, how could I forget? You like being ridden!" Gordon sneered, and the boys roared with laughter.
Humiliated and furious, Harley was dragged before the wooden horse. It was a spring-mounted horse that could rock back and forth.
...but the cushion was gone, leaving only a metal bar. Harley was forced onto the horse, the bar pressing her panties deep into the crease of her flesh. Her hands were tied behind her back, forcing all her weight onto her lower body.
"Ah... don't move...!" Harley cried out in alarm as the cruel boys began to rock the horse. The metal bar ground her panties deep into her groin, rubbing against her vulva and sending waves of intense pleasure through her.
"Mmm... ah... there... no... ahh... too fast... kill me... ahh...!" Harley's pretty face was flushed with lust, her panties already soaked through.
"Little slut, getting off already? You're having fun, but we haven't even started!" Dudley sneered. He dragged Harley over to the balance beam.
He lifted her onto it, pressing her stomach against the beam so her feet dangled off the ground. The sudden suspension made Harley uneasy as Piers and Dudley took their positions in front and behind her.
Piers shoved his foul-smelling penis into Harley's mouth. The disgusting sensation made her gag, but Piers used the opportunity to thrust deeper, beginning to fuck her mouth with rhythmic hip movements.
Dudley ripped off Harley's panties and pulled out his penis, which was unusually large for his age—one of the reasons he was their leader. With a soft squelch, he easily slid it into her already soaked honey hole.
"Harley, my little darling," Dudley praised, "you're always so tight every time I fuck you. You were born to be fucked, you little slut." Harley's tight, hot pussy clamped around him, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"Mmph... Mmph... Nngh... Nngh..." Harley whimpered in shame, her body filled from both ends. The humiliation of being watched by everyone nearly made her faint, but she couldn't ignore the waves of pleasure radiating from her pussy.
Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon watched, drooling, and impatiently started jerking off. When Piers finally came, the others were ready to take his place. But Dudley, exceptionally endowed and still full of energy, decided to change positions.
He lifted Harley from behind, spreading her legs wide while keeping his cock buried deep inside her. The sight of her tender pink pussy being fucked by his dark penis, her inner flesh turned inside out as a gush of slick fluid streamed out, made the other four boys roar with excitement.
Harley covered her face and sobbed, but Dudley had no intention of letting her go. He carried her to a seesaw.
He ordered Piers and Dennis to sit on the opposite side, and they began to work the seesaw while Dudley and Harley were still joined.
"Ah! No! Mmph! Ah!" Every time their side of the seesaw dropped, Dudley's massive cock plunged deep into Harley's slutty pussy, wrenching moans from her throat.
Afterward, she was fucked by the others on the swings, the rocking chairs, the slide—every piece of playground equipment. By the end, she was too weak to stand, forced to lean against Dudley, panting, her clothes long since tossed aside.
"What are you guys doing?" a four-year-old boy holding a toy water gun asked curiously as he walked over.
Harley shrieked and curled up, trying to hide herself.
"This big sister is sick," Dudley said, refusing to let her off the hook. He pried her legs open so the little boy could get a clear view. "Her little hole down there is really itchy, so us big brothers are helping her scratch it." The other boys roared with laughter.
"Why does the big sister have a hole there?" the little boy asked curiously, biting his finger.
"Because it's for boys to put their willies inside!"
"Can I touch it?" the boy asked innocently.
"Of course you can," Dudley said, ignoring Harley's protests.