The Captured Lioness for riot_grrrl_ria
Title: The Captured Lioness
Author/Artist: hogwartsvixxxen
Recipient riot_grrrl_ria
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Pansy/Ginny, Mentions of Harry/Ginny, Draco/Neville, Harry/Draco loosely implied
Warnings: AU 5th and 6th year Mention of Harry and Harry/Ginny. Draco/Neville, Harry/Draco loosely implied, explicit femmslash, strap-ons, anal sex, Major Character Deaths implied, bondage, piercings, D/s, blindfolds, hair-pulling, dub-con/non-con, resisting, orgasm denial, come-play, crying (either from physical or mental/emotional pain), angst, denial (in whatever way) wall!sex, dark corners struggle (literal or figurative).
Notes: I tried to include most of what you wanted. This is AU where Harry and Dumbledore's Army and The Order lost and Harry was killed. Ginny's events of her 5th and 6th year are AU patesco : to be laid open, bare, exposed, to be revealed. Spell can be found here http://humanum.arts.cuhk.edu.hk/Lexis/Latin/
Beta'd by the wonderful lynnec114
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: After the war Voldemort rewards his loyal followers with the spoils of war. Pansy takes Ginevra Molly Weasley prisoner and makes Ginny her personal sex slave, but in the end who really is the prisoner
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
I turn in my sleep although I'm not fully asleep nor am I fully awake. It's the kind of sleep that comes right before the mind and body wakes. The harsh light of day doesn't penetrate the blindfold that covers my eyes all the time now, although it bathes my naked body in warmth and makes my hair come all alive and dance with golden embers.
The constant pleasure-pain from the silver serpentine chain that threads its way through my two sterling snake nipple rings, navel ring and the silver snake coiled in my witch's hood keeps me in a perpetual state of orgasmic limbo. Every movement causes tiny orgasmic shivers to assault my body, even though total release is more often than not is denied me, lest my captor is feeling generous.
I know she is watching so I turn on my back, letting the sheet fall away. The sun is warm on my witch hood and the lightning bolt of ginger hair on my mound that has yet to grow out. I hear a slight moan, the catching of a breath and wonder which one of us is really the prisoner.
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
I watch her, my prisoner, my sex slave, and my spoils of war as she turns in her sleep. I know that she is more awake then she's pretending to be but I let her think that; so many of her assumptions have been shattered within the past week that I'll allow her this; I need and I want her, and this is something that I will make her pay for later. I still remember the first time I knew that I was going to have Ginevra Molly Weasley.
It was in my 6th year at Hogwarts and Draco had assured me that Saint Potter and The Order would be taken down. "Start preparing your requests for those who are loyal to our Dark Lord will be rewarded," he had said. I already knew Draco's request. And it shocked me to learn that it wasn't Potter but rather Hogwarts secret weapon and Golden Boy-in-waiting: Neville Longbottom.
For me, it was Ginny Weasley. I can't tell you why, I just knew that I wanted her. I wanted to intertwine my fingers in her hair as I held her face between my legs, forcing her to lick my most intimate part until she passed out from lack of air. Listening her gasp for air and knowing that I alone held her life in my hands while she brought forth my witches' magic over and over.
I watch her now shifting slightly in false sleep and I feel a slight tightness as the wetness starts. I struggle with my body not to go to her shamelessly although I know I'll lose as I have so many times before, and I know she will pay.
I wave my wand " Patesco! Incarcerous!" and watch as she gasps as she is spread open and bound to the bed.
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
I gasp more in surprise than anything else and then I feel a mixture of fear and excitement deep in my body and I cry as my body betrays me. Gravity pulls tears out of the side of the blindfold, getting it wet; she'll enjoy seeing them in my capture. I don't know what painful pleasure awaits me, but Pansy Parkinson is a Slytherin and, I have learned, also the protégé of Bellatrix Lestrange.
I feel the bed dip and I catch the scent that is that of my subjugator. She twists and pulls the silver snake that coils in my nipple and I bite my bottom lip. She twists harder rolling the nub between her thumb and forefinger before moving on to the piercing. She pierced my nipples herself. I taste blood as I bite my lip harder, but I will not give her the satisfaction of crying out.
"Let's see if we can't loosen that tongue of yours, since you'll be using it to lick me soon, Ginevra."
Pansy had barley finished speaking before she thrust four perfectly manicured fingers into me. I screamed and arched shamelessly against her palm and thumb that stroked my magic hood and matching silver ring.
The laughter that escaped my captor was full of perverse wickedness and made my stomach clench.
"Oh no, my captive lioness, first you must loosen your tongue more and taste me."
I whimpered as she pulled her fingers out of me but what she did next I didn't expect. I suddenly tasted my self as she fucked my mouth with her hand.
"Saint Potter's cock never filled your mouth like this did he?"
I remained still.
"DID HE?" she yelled at me.
I shook my head as more tears fell and I licked and sucked her fingers, tasting myself in a way that I never experienced, sucking her like I had never sucked Harry's cock.
"I think your tongue is loosened, my little lioness," Pansy hissed as I felt her position herself above me. Her one hand twisted in my hair pulling it and bringing my head up to meet her mound as her other hand pulled on the silver chain. I struggled as my nose was pressed into the soft ebony snake (at least it feels like a snake) that nestled above her witch's hood. She laughed and it was the sound of honeyed gravel. I hated myself for the way I licked and sucked her tiny wand but when she arched against me, pulling my hair, I felt a certain satisfaction; for as I drank her release it was she that was my captive, my sex slave and I knew then that she knew and that my own release would be a long time in coming.
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
As I recover one thought dominates my mind, she would pay for making me a slave to her. Damn her and her perfect mouth. I can still remember the first time I felt her mouth on me, on my lips. I leave her lying there open, wanting, needing, as I go and shower.
The hot water cascades over my body as I close my eyes, resting my head on my arm against the wall and remember the first time I felt her mouth her lips.
She was leaving The Room of Requirements with that pathetic Gryffindor. He had his arm around her and before she turned to leave he pulled her to him and kissed her. It was a kiss of new lovers: still clumsy but passionate. I moved further back into the dark corridor. Hopefully they are saying goodnight for the evening and Potter was off to spy on his real obsession, Draco.
I watched as they parted and he turned and walked back inside The Room of Requirement. Ginevra was walking right towards me. I had to time this perfectly; too soon and she would be able to pull her wand on me, too late and again I lose the aspect of surprise.
She passed the corridor and I made my move. I grabbed her and pulled her into the darkness. Her scream of surprise was cut off by my mouth crushing down on hers. I kissed her with that pathetic Gryffindor still on her lips. I thrusted my tongue deep inside her mouth.
She struggled as I pushed her back against the wall. A simple spell held her hands immobile above her head while another took care of our robes as my hands began to explore her. I ripped open her shirt and listened as the popped buttons hit the cobblestone. The little pure-blood slut wore no bra and I pulled and twisted her already hardened nipples "Scream or bite and the pain you feel will rival that of the Cruciatus"
My hand replaced my mouth as I licked, sucked, and bit her nipples almost raw. Her body began to shake with silent tears and I pushed my fingers into her mouth. "I know you've sucked his cock..."
The Gryffindor slut knew what to do her tongue was wet and warm as it swirled around my fingers licking and sucking.
Hiking up her skirt and mine I kicked her legs apart and scissor mine between them and with my fingers moist I tear her knickers and push them into her. I smile wickedly as I meet with momentary resistance and my little Gryffindor cries out as I thrust my fingers into her. My Ginevra was a virgin. Either Saint Potter really was a Saint or perhaps Ginevra just wasn't his flavour. He might prefer wands to cauldrons.
She struggled more as her body was wracked with silent sobs but that part of her was already wet and willing and it betrayed her. As I began to move my fingers in her and the side of my hand against my mound she begins to move. Soon our bodies began to convulse as we both reached our release.
I released her and had her perform a cleaning spell on us both. As I turned and walked towards the dungeons and the Slytherin dorms, I see her fall to the floor, crying. I know that she won't say anything. It would devastate her mother and brothers and her image of the perfect daughter and sister would be shattered, besides we both know that something has started that can't be denied and must be fed lest it destroys us both.
I think further past this event, even though the water is starting to cool just a little. We continued to see each other in secret, the only one who knew was Draco because he had revealed his plans for Neville and Hogwarts to me. "If Saint Potter only knew," he smirked.
After Dumbledore's death I didn't see Ginevra again till the next May. The Death Eaters had already taken over The Ministry and Hogwarts. Those still alive were either spoils of war or killed. Ginevra and Neville were our spoils of war while Voledmort killed Harry. As I thought about this more, another memory hit me, the one just after I received her...
I knew she had been with him the night before the battle; whether or not he knew she wasn't a virgin I don't know. But the next night, not twenty-four hours later, she was mine. I took her the dungeons deep within my family mansion. I blindfolded her but not before I grabbed a handful of ginger hair and made her look at me.
"They're all dead and your life belongs to me now. You are mine to do with what I want, when I want, and how I want. When and if I tire of you, you will join your family. Until then take a good look at the last person the last vision your eyes will see" She closed her eyes. Strong Gryffindor, foolish Gryffindor. She kept them closed while Draco helped me secure her to the St Andrews Cross, and while the clothes were stripped from her body but when the first kiss of the green and silver whip licked her arse her eyes flew open. She looked at me then and as I pushed the silver snake ring through her nipples I made her look at me. Tears spilled from her emerald eyes.
I finished the piercing of her navel and clit watching and relishing the fear and pain in her eyes. I performed a modified Healing Charm, that healed but did nothing for the pain.
Then I fucked her, entering her hot waiting hole from behind with a large Snake shaped didlo, while she cried in pain both emotional and physical, begging me to let her come, begging me to stop. Afterward I took her to my bed, and fucked her again with a strap-on, like her dead Gryffindor never could, making her curse his name but, not before I slipped the blindfold off her eyes once more so she could see who she belonged to, to see who owned her tears, to see who was making her cry in pleasure and in pain. Then I allowed her to come. And come she did, cursing the name Harry Potter through her sobs.
The water had finally cooled off, bringing me out of the memory. I get out, and towel myself off. It's only been a little less than a week since the battle; and since that night, Ginevra hasn't seen the light of day. I have a deaf-mute Muggle eunich, who I keep under an Imperius, to bathe her and put clean sheets on the bed twice daily. A house elf prepares our meals. It's almost time for Thomas to come and take care of her.
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
I can tell by the warmth on my body that the sun has shifted slightly. Thomas, the deaf-mute Muggle eunich will be coming in to bathe me. I talk to him anyway about Harry and the others so I don't forget. I only have Pansy's word that he's deaf and mute. I don't know how much longer this can go on, how much longer can I go on like this.
I'm kept naked and in blindfolds. A spell keeps me from seeing while Thomas bathes me. I'm afraid I'll forget what they look like not being able to look at their photographs. Mum, Ron, Harry, Fred, George, Dad, Percy, Charlie, Bill, Hermione and so many others. I say their names under my breath lest I forget them too. Would I even know myself? Would I know the witch that gazed back at me in the mirror? Although in shame, I'll curse them all when she allows me to come, allows me release.
I try to deny it but I would have turned against Harry in the end for release from my captor. More tears fall and I don't care I begin to sob.
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
After Thomas finished with her, we eat breakfast. I bind her to the bed again and Apparate to Malfoy Manor. The house elf let me in and directed me to the Drawing Room. The sight that greeted me was not one I expected so early in the morning. Neville was naked bent over a leather couch; his wrists were bound in front of him and secured to the claw foot of the couch. Draco was buried balls deep inside him, thrusting in out. Draco was in his usual well tailored black suit, trousers around his ankles.
"I-If you want to w-wait Pans..."
The sight of Draco's cock pounding in and out of Neville made me wet and I couldn't wait to get home and fuck Ginevra with the strap-on, maybe taking a page from Draco's book, over the couch with her hands tied.
"I can see that you're busy. It wasn't important. I can stop by later." I Apparate home and find my captive asleep. I decide to let her sleep because I want her well-rested for tonight.
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
The pain in my wrists and coolness on my body woke me. It must have been late afternoon or early evening as there was no warmth from the sun. I flexed my fingers trying to get some feeling back in them. It helped some, and then I felt my wrists being untied. It must be Thomas, Pansy would have used a spell.
I'm helped to sit up and offered water and some food. How long has it been since that night, the night that we lost? What awaits me tonight? I'm bathed and given dinner, than with my hands bound behind me Pansy Apparates us to the dungeons.
"I hear you talking to Thomas. Seems to me you still remember your family. Well it hasn't been that long but I guarantee after tonight all you will remember is the pleasure-and the pain- that I give you."
Her words frighten me and at the same time thrill me. Have I really descended so far so quickly? She unbinds my hands but binds them again in front of me and walks me across the cobble stone floor. Stopping she backs me up. A stone slab is cold against my buttocks.
"Lie down."
I lay down almost too quickly.
"My, my, my... aren't we the eager little Gryffinwhore," Pansy laughs wickedly. A wave fear and desire washes over me as my hands are pulled above my head and attached to something; then my legs are pulled apart and the stone scratches my heels.
"The first thing I'm going to do is something I should have done the first night. To get rid of that lightning bolt you have for his ridiculous memory, you will remain bare, humiliated, your most intimate parts always visible."
I feel a cool moistness then warm steel and scraping. I cry. That is all of Harry that I have left, save for the memories which I'm afraid will soon too fade away too.
The warm steel touches my witch's hood and I shiver. Pansy laughs. I hear a loud scratch and smell sulfur she's lighted a candle but just as I process that realization. I feel the hot drop of wax on my nipple. I cry out as another drop then another covers my nipple and breast in wax. Then she moves to my other nipple covering it in wax. My breasts and body are on fire as she randomly drips and sometimes pours hot wax on my arms, underarms stomach.
Then I tense as I realize that she is working her way to my most intimate part. I feel her thumb there, rubbing me, pulling and twisting the silver snake ring. I feel the tightness begin and I bite my bottom lip and dig my nails into my palms, but I know somewhere in the back of my mind that my release won't be that easy.
My hips start to roll on the stones and buck then she stops and the next thing I feel is the burning sensation of hot wax. I scream and pull at my bonds in vain as more wax is dripped and poured on my legs and inner thighs.
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
I know just how much pain mixed with pleasure the body can take before it breaks and I intend to take her to the breaking point. I begin to peel the wax from her body; she is pink and slightly blistered in some places. I whisper a modified Aguamenti spell and ice water begins to drip from my wand.
My captive moans, cries and writhes. The combination of hot and cold heat and ice can be almost mind numbing if done right. I perform a Levitation spell and my wand floats high in the air, dripping gravity-heavy drops onto her reddened hot clit. I know the dripping water will bring her the tiniest of release and leave her tender and wanting.
I begin to undress and feel my nipples harden as I watch her arch her back to try and get closer to the dripping water. She's being driven mad with desire, want and need. Finally a small orgasm overtakes her and she sobs wriggling her hips.
"More. P-Please let me come more."
I laugh. "I'm not nearly done with you yet."
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
And she was right because soon she had me on my knees licking, sucking and deep-throating a faux leather cock. With her fingers entwined in my hair she fucked my mouth and throat, and with each thrust my face was driven into the harness which caused the tiny inverted dildo to stroke her witch's hood bringing her to an orgasm.
I was put up on the St. Andrew's Cross again and my arms legs back and buttocks was tormented with leather kisses from a whip and flogger and with each deadly leather caress the wetness grew between my legs. Sweat poured from my body making the licks and kisses sting more: my body is on fire and finally the whipping and flogging stops, but that's only the beginning Pansy traces my heated skin and welts with her nails as I cry.
"I'm going to fuck you now in a way that your dead Gryffindor never did."
I feel intense warmth spread up through me and my body goes still then a cold sweat breaks out all over my body as I feel the head of the faux cock push slowly into my tight, most private opening.
My mind tries to comprehend what is happening. I feel pain. I scream. More pain. I bite my lip, tasting blood. Light explodes before the darkness of the blindfold. Pansy pulls out then pushes forward even more and each time she pulls out she pushes in further and further.
"I'm taking my time because I don't want you to pass out from the pain. I want to hear your screams when I start fucking you hard and deep. I want to hear you beg me to let you come to touch you."
And scream I did. I felt full. Harry never filled me like this. Pansy started thrusting in and out of my puckered hole slamming me into the St. Andrew's Cross. She holds me around the waist while her hand pulls on the chain making my nipples and witch's hood ache and burn.
"Please please I need to..."
"Yes I k-know what you need and what you w-want and you know what I want t-to hear."
As I curse Harry, proclaim Voldemort my Lord and Pansy my Mistress, I feel her fingers slip inside my wetness and her thumb and palm caress my witch's hood. We come together my body racked not only with release but with sobs. Still, as Pansy collapses against me I have to wonder who the captive really is.
Author/Artist: hogwartsvixxxen
Recipient riot_grrrl_ria
Rating: NC-17
Pairings/Characters: Pansy/Ginny, Mentions of Harry/Ginny, Draco/Neville, Harry/Draco loosely implied
Warnings: AU 5th and 6th year Mention of Harry and Harry/Ginny. Draco/Neville, Harry/Draco loosely implied, explicit femmslash, strap-ons, anal sex, Major Character Deaths implied, bondage, piercings, D/s, blindfolds, hair-pulling, dub-con/non-con, resisting, orgasm denial, come-play, crying (either from physical or mental/emotional pain), angst, denial (in whatever way) wall!sex, dark corners struggle (literal or figurative).
Notes: I tried to include most of what you wanted. This is AU where Harry and Dumbledore's Army and The Order lost and Harry was killed. Ginny's events of her 5th and 6th year are AU patesco : to be laid open, bare, exposed, to be revealed. Spell can be found here http://humanum.arts.cuhk.edu.hk/Lexis/Latin/
Beta'd by the wonderful lynnec114
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: After the war Voldemort rewards his loyal followers with the spoils of war. Pansy takes Ginevra Molly Weasley prisoner and makes Ginny her personal sex slave, but in the end who really is the prisoner
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
I turn in my sleep although I'm not fully asleep nor am I fully awake. It's the kind of sleep that comes right before the mind and body wakes. The harsh light of day doesn't penetrate the blindfold that covers my eyes all the time now, although it bathes my naked body in warmth and makes my hair come all alive and dance with golden embers.
The constant pleasure-pain from the silver serpentine chain that threads its way through my two sterling snake nipple rings, navel ring and the silver snake coiled in my witch's hood keeps me in a perpetual state of orgasmic limbo. Every movement causes tiny orgasmic shivers to assault my body, even though total release is more often than not is denied me, lest my captor is feeling generous.
I know she is watching so I turn on my back, letting the sheet fall away. The sun is warm on my witch hood and the lightning bolt of ginger hair on my mound that has yet to grow out. I hear a slight moan, the catching of a breath and wonder which one of us is really the prisoner.
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
I watch her, my prisoner, my sex slave, and my spoils of war as she turns in her sleep. I know that she is more awake then she's pretending to be but I let her think that; so many of her assumptions have been shattered within the past week that I'll allow her this; I need and I want her, and this is something that I will make her pay for later. I still remember the first time I knew that I was going to have Ginevra Molly Weasley.
It was in my 6th year at Hogwarts and Draco had assured me that Saint Potter and The Order would be taken down. "Start preparing your requests for those who are loyal to our Dark Lord will be rewarded," he had said. I already knew Draco's request. And it shocked me to learn that it wasn't Potter but rather Hogwarts secret weapon and Golden Boy-in-waiting: Neville Longbottom.
For me, it was Ginny Weasley. I can't tell you why, I just knew that I wanted her. I wanted to intertwine my fingers in her hair as I held her face between my legs, forcing her to lick my most intimate part until she passed out from lack of air. Listening her gasp for air and knowing that I alone held her life in my hands while she brought forth my witches' magic over and over.
I watch her now shifting slightly in false sleep and I feel a slight tightness as the wetness starts. I struggle with my body not to go to her shamelessly although I know I'll lose as I have so many times before, and I know she will pay.
I wave my wand " Patesco! Incarcerous!" and watch as she gasps as she is spread open and bound to the bed.
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
I gasp more in surprise than anything else and then I feel a mixture of fear and excitement deep in my body and I cry as my body betrays me. Gravity pulls tears out of the side of the blindfold, getting it wet; she'll enjoy seeing them in my capture. I don't know what painful pleasure awaits me, but Pansy Parkinson is a Slytherin and, I have learned, also the protégé of Bellatrix Lestrange.
I feel the bed dip and I catch the scent that is that of my subjugator. She twists and pulls the silver snake that coils in my nipple and I bite my bottom lip. She twists harder rolling the nub between her thumb and forefinger before moving on to the piercing. She pierced my nipples herself. I taste blood as I bite my lip harder, but I will not give her the satisfaction of crying out.
"Let's see if we can't loosen that tongue of yours, since you'll be using it to lick me soon, Ginevra."
Pansy had barley finished speaking before she thrust four perfectly manicured fingers into me. I screamed and arched shamelessly against her palm and thumb that stroked my magic hood and matching silver ring.
The laughter that escaped my captor was full of perverse wickedness and made my stomach clench.
"Oh no, my captive lioness, first you must loosen your tongue more and taste me."
I whimpered as she pulled her fingers out of me but what she did next I didn't expect. I suddenly tasted my self as she fucked my mouth with her hand.
"Saint Potter's cock never filled your mouth like this did he?"
I remained still.
"DID HE?" she yelled at me.
I shook my head as more tears fell and I licked and sucked her fingers, tasting myself in a way that I never experienced, sucking her like I had never sucked Harry's cock.
"I think your tongue is loosened, my little lioness," Pansy hissed as I felt her position herself above me. Her one hand twisted in my hair pulling it and bringing my head up to meet her mound as her other hand pulled on the silver chain. I struggled as my nose was pressed into the soft ebony snake (at least it feels like a snake) that nestled above her witch's hood. She laughed and it was the sound of honeyed gravel. I hated myself for the way I licked and sucked her tiny wand but when she arched against me, pulling my hair, I felt a certain satisfaction; for as I drank her release it was she that was my captive, my sex slave and I knew then that she knew and that my own release would be a long time in coming.
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
As I recover one thought dominates my mind, she would pay for making me a slave to her. Damn her and her perfect mouth. I can still remember the first time I felt her mouth on me, on my lips. I leave her lying there open, wanting, needing, as I go and shower.
The hot water cascades over my body as I close my eyes, resting my head on my arm against the wall and remember the first time I felt her mouth her lips.
She was leaving The Room of Requirements with that pathetic Gryffindor. He had his arm around her and before she turned to leave he pulled her to him and kissed her. It was a kiss of new lovers: still clumsy but passionate. I moved further back into the dark corridor. Hopefully they are saying goodnight for the evening and Potter was off to spy on his real obsession, Draco.
I watched as they parted and he turned and walked back inside The Room of Requirement. Ginevra was walking right towards me. I had to time this perfectly; too soon and she would be able to pull her wand on me, too late and again I lose the aspect of surprise.
She passed the corridor and I made my move. I grabbed her and pulled her into the darkness. Her scream of surprise was cut off by my mouth crushing down on hers. I kissed her with that pathetic Gryffindor still on her lips. I thrusted my tongue deep inside her mouth.
She struggled as I pushed her back against the wall. A simple spell held her hands immobile above her head while another took care of our robes as my hands began to explore her. I ripped open her shirt and listened as the popped buttons hit the cobblestone. The little pure-blood slut wore no bra and I pulled and twisted her already hardened nipples "Scream or bite and the pain you feel will rival that of the Cruciatus"
My hand replaced my mouth as I licked, sucked, and bit her nipples almost raw. Her body began to shake with silent tears and I pushed my fingers into her mouth. "I know you've sucked his cock..."
The Gryffindor slut knew what to do her tongue was wet and warm as it swirled around my fingers licking and sucking.
Hiking up her skirt and mine I kicked her legs apart and scissor mine between them and with my fingers moist I tear her knickers and push them into her. I smile wickedly as I meet with momentary resistance and my little Gryffindor cries out as I thrust my fingers into her. My Ginevra was a virgin. Either Saint Potter really was a Saint or perhaps Ginevra just wasn't his flavour. He might prefer wands to cauldrons.
She struggled more as her body was wracked with silent sobs but that part of her was already wet and willing and it betrayed her. As I began to move my fingers in her and the side of my hand against my mound she begins to move. Soon our bodies began to convulse as we both reached our release.
I released her and had her perform a cleaning spell on us both. As I turned and walked towards the dungeons and the Slytherin dorms, I see her fall to the floor, crying. I know that she won't say anything. It would devastate her mother and brothers and her image of the perfect daughter and sister would be shattered, besides we both know that something has started that can't be denied and must be fed lest it destroys us both.
I think further past this event, even though the water is starting to cool just a little. We continued to see each other in secret, the only one who knew was Draco because he had revealed his plans for Neville and Hogwarts to me. "If Saint Potter only knew," he smirked.
After Dumbledore's death I didn't see Ginevra again till the next May. The Death Eaters had already taken over The Ministry and Hogwarts. Those still alive were either spoils of war or killed. Ginevra and Neville were our spoils of war while Voledmort killed Harry. As I thought about this more, another memory hit me, the one just after I received her...
I knew she had been with him the night before the battle; whether or not he knew she wasn't a virgin I don't know. But the next night, not twenty-four hours later, she was mine. I took her the dungeons deep within my family mansion. I blindfolded her but not before I grabbed a handful of ginger hair and made her look at me.
"They're all dead and your life belongs to me now. You are mine to do with what I want, when I want, and how I want. When and if I tire of you, you will join your family. Until then take a good look at the last person the last vision your eyes will see" She closed her eyes. Strong Gryffindor, foolish Gryffindor. She kept them closed while Draco helped me secure her to the St Andrews Cross, and while the clothes were stripped from her body but when the first kiss of the green and silver whip licked her arse her eyes flew open. She looked at me then and as I pushed the silver snake ring through her nipples I made her look at me. Tears spilled from her emerald eyes.
I finished the piercing of her navel and clit watching and relishing the fear and pain in her eyes. I performed a modified Healing Charm, that healed but did nothing for the pain.
Then I fucked her, entering her hot waiting hole from behind with a large Snake shaped didlo, while she cried in pain both emotional and physical, begging me to let her come, begging me to stop. Afterward I took her to my bed, and fucked her again with a strap-on, like her dead Gryffindor never could, making her curse his name but, not before I slipped the blindfold off her eyes once more so she could see who she belonged to, to see who owned her tears, to see who was making her cry in pleasure and in pain. Then I allowed her to come. And come she did, cursing the name Harry Potter through her sobs.
The water had finally cooled off, bringing me out of the memory. I get out, and towel myself off. It's only been a little less than a week since the battle; and since that night, Ginevra hasn't seen the light of day. I have a deaf-mute Muggle eunich, who I keep under an Imperius, to bathe her and put clean sheets on the bed twice daily. A house elf prepares our meals. It's almost time for Thomas to come and take care of her.
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
I can tell by the warmth on my body that the sun has shifted slightly. Thomas, the deaf-mute Muggle eunich will be coming in to bathe me. I talk to him anyway about Harry and the others so I don't forget. I only have Pansy's word that he's deaf and mute. I don't know how much longer this can go on, how much longer can I go on like this.
I'm kept naked and in blindfolds. A spell keeps me from seeing while Thomas bathes me. I'm afraid I'll forget what they look like not being able to look at their photographs. Mum, Ron, Harry, Fred, George, Dad, Percy, Charlie, Bill, Hermione and so many others. I say their names under my breath lest I forget them too. Would I even know myself? Would I know the witch that gazed back at me in the mirror? Although in shame, I'll curse them all when she allows me to come, allows me release.
I try to deny it but I would have turned against Harry in the end for release from my captor. More tears fall and I don't care I begin to sob.
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
After Thomas finished with her, we eat breakfast. I bind her to the bed again and Apparate to Malfoy Manor. The house elf let me in and directed me to the Drawing Room. The sight that greeted me was not one I expected so early in the morning. Neville was naked bent over a leather couch; his wrists were bound in front of him and secured to the claw foot of the couch. Draco was buried balls deep inside him, thrusting in out. Draco was in his usual well tailored black suit, trousers around his ankles.
"I-If you want to w-wait Pans..."
The sight of Draco's cock pounding in and out of Neville made me wet and I couldn't wait to get home and fuck Ginevra with the strap-on, maybe taking a page from Draco's book, over the couch with her hands tied.
"I can see that you're busy. It wasn't important. I can stop by later." I Apparate home and find my captive asleep. I decide to let her sleep because I want her well-rested for tonight.
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
The pain in my wrists and coolness on my body woke me. It must have been late afternoon or early evening as there was no warmth from the sun. I flexed my fingers trying to get some feeling back in them. It helped some, and then I felt my wrists being untied. It must be Thomas, Pansy would have used a spell.
I'm helped to sit up and offered water and some food. How long has it been since that night, the night that we lost? What awaits me tonight? I'm bathed and given dinner, than with my hands bound behind me Pansy Apparates us to the dungeons.
"I hear you talking to Thomas. Seems to me you still remember your family. Well it hasn't been that long but I guarantee after tonight all you will remember is the pleasure-and the pain- that I give you."
Her words frighten me and at the same time thrill me. Have I really descended so far so quickly? She unbinds my hands but binds them again in front of me and walks me across the cobble stone floor. Stopping she backs me up. A stone slab is cold against my buttocks.
"Lie down."
I lay down almost too quickly.
"My, my, my... aren't we the eager little Gryffinwhore," Pansy laughs wickedly. A wave fear and desire washes over me as my hands are pulled above my head and attached to something; then my legs are pulled apart and the stone scratches my heels.
"The first thing I'm going to do is something I should have done the first night. To get rid of that lightning bolt you have for his ridiculous memory, you will remain bare, humiliated, your most intimate parts always visible."
I feel a cool moistness then warm steel and scraping. I cry. That is all of Harry that I have left, save for the memories which I'm afraid will soon too fade away too.
The warm steel touches my witch's hood and I shiver. Pansy laughs. I hear a loud scratch and smell sulfur she's lighted a candle but just as I process that realization. I feel the hot drop of wax on my nipple. I cry out as another drop then another covers my nipple and breast in wax. Then she moves to my other nipple covering it in wax. My breasts and body are on fire as she randomly drips and sometimes pours hot wax on my arms, underarms stomach.
Then I tense as I realize that she is working her way to my most intimate part. I feel her thumb there, rubbing me, pulling and twisting the silver snake ring. I feel the tightness begin and I bite my bottom lip and dig my nails into my palms, but I know somewhere in the back of my mind that my release won't be that easy.
My hips start to roll on the stones and buck then she stops and the next thing I feel is the burning sensation of hot wax. I scream and pull at my bonds in vain as more wax is dripped and poured on my legs and inner thighs.
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
I know just how much pain mixed with pleasure the body can take before it breaks and I intend to take her to the breaking point. I begin to peel the wax from her body; she is pink and slightly blistered in some places. I whisper a modified Aguamenti spell and ice water begins to drip from my wand.
My captive moans, cries and writhes. The combination of hot and cold heat and ice can be almost mind numbing if done right. I perform a Levitation spell and my wand floats high in the air, dripping gravity-heavy drops onto her reddened hot clit. I know the dripping water will bring her the tiniest of release and leave her tender and wanting.
I begin to undress and feel my nipples harden as I watch her arch her back to try and get closer to the dripping water. She's being driven mad with desire, want and need. Finally a small orgasm overtakes her and she sobs wriggling her hips.
"More. P-Please let me come more."
I laugh. "I'm not nearly done with you yet."
~~~~~~~8>~ =^..^=
And she was right because soon she had me on my knees licking, sucking and deep-throating a faux leather cock. With her fingers entwined in my hair she fucked my mouth and throat, and with each thrust my face was driven into the harness which caused the tiny inverted dildo to stroke her witch's hood bringing her to an orgasm.
I was put up on the St. Andrew's Cross again and my arms legs back and buttocks was tormented with leather kisses from a whip and flogger and with each deadly leather caress the wetness grew between my legs. Sweat poured from my body making the licks and kisses sting more: my body is on fire and finally the whipping and flogging stops, but that's only the beginning Pansy traces my heated skin and welts with her nails as I cry.
"I'm going to fuck you now in a way that your dead Gryffindor never did."
I feel intense warmth spread up through me and my body goes still then a cold sweat breaks out all over my body as I feel the head of the faux cock push slowly into my tight, most private opening.
My mind tries to comprehend what is happening. I feel pain. I scream. More pain. I bite my lip, tasting blood. Light explodes before the darkness of the blindfold. Pansy pulls out then pushes forward even more and each time she pulls out she pushes in further and further.
"I'm taking my time because I don't want you to pass out from the pain. I want to hear your screams when I start fucking you hard and deep. I want to hear you beg me to let you come to touch you."
And scream I did. I felt full. Harry never filled me like this. Pansy started thrusting in and out of my puckered hole slamming me into the St. Andrew's Cross. She holds me around the waist while her hand pulls on the chain making my nipples and witch's hood ache and burn.
"Please please I need to..."
"Yes I k-know what you need and what you w-want and you know what I want t-to hear."
As I curse Harry, proclaim Voldemort my Lord and Pansy my Mistress, I feel her fingers slip inside my wetness and her thumb and palm caress my witch's hood. We come together my body racked not only with release but with sobs. Still, as Pansy collapses against me I have to wonder who the captive really is.