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Night Wanderings

By Lady Snape

Restlessly I toss and turn, I can't sleep for thinking of you. Slowly I crawl out of my bed and gather my clothes together, collecting the 'jewelry' I transfigured, I smile as I savor the weight of it in my hand. Slipping the cool metal over myself, I affix it carefully, smiling as I quickly pull my shift over my head. Reaching for my cloak, I shrug it around my shoulders as I slip out the door. Carefully I pull my hood up about my face as I quietly move through the castly, avoiding its lingering inhabitants, making my way through the heavy doors towards the Forbidden Forest.

I love the forest at night. I have spent many late nights wandering its environs lost in thought over the past few weeks, I haven't had much need for a sleep that eludes me. Cautiously I walk through the trees, careful to make as little noise as possible. Having befriended the Centaurs, I feel somewhat safe, but not nearly as safe as I do when I am secure within the walls of the Hogwarts. I keep moving, stepping over branches...crawling under others, I know where I am headed, my anticipation building with each step.

Without looking up I know its a quarter moon, casting a silvery light through the tangled branches, obscuring my world around me. I feel eyes watching me, quickening my pace, I break through the underbrush falling down onto soft bracken just inside of the clearing. At last, I have made it, crawling forward I throw myself down into the center of the clearing as I pull out my wand, and turning to lay on my back I cast a dome of protection, sighing with relief knowing now that nothing that intends to hurt me can pass through.

Turning onto my side, I cast "incendio" on a makeshift circle of es fes filled with wood, filling the small enclosure with a soft glow from a now crackling fire.

Sitting up I remove my cloak, and transfigure it into a soft mat and proceed to roll it out to lay down, unaware of any noise other than the snap of the fire. As I lay there watching the fire flickering, I begin to sense someone else near. Thinking it is Firenze, my friend the centaur, I continue to stare into the fire, mesmerized by the glow of the embers that are collecting beneath the blaze.

"Hey Firenze," I call, "I didn't bring any refreshments this time, I just couldn't sleep." I say as I slowly move to sit up against a smooth rock that allows me to recline and watch the stars above me. I had forgotten that Firenze would check on me, as per usual, to alert me to his presence so I know that he is near should anything harmful breach my wards. I am forgetting quite a bit lately, my mind lingering on other things.

Absentmindedly, I play with the hem of my shift, a slight smile on my lips as I feel the slipping of the chain I am wearing slide around me. Hearing footsteps, I look up not expecting Firenze to stay, as he never does only to look up into eye eyes. I bite my lip to suppress my surprise as I watch you watching me, your displeasure evident.

Slung over your shoulder, is a sack of plants, their scents drifting on the heated air towards me. Slowly lowering the sack, you advance on me, your eyes holding mine captive in their sight. I try not to fidget under your stare, as I feel your eyes begin their descent, trailing over my attire, or lack thereof. My nipples becoming even more hardened from just being near you, as your scent is carried through the night air. I fight the impending flush creeping up my neck as I feel the fabric of my shift begin to pull against my breasts, aware of the slight smirk that crosses your face as you stand there appraising me.

Like a snake striking, your hand reaches out, grasping my chin firmly and pulling me up so that I must use my hands to hold myself up as you whisper, "I think you have some explaining to do, Miss."

"I come here to think, when I need to get away..." I stutter unable to tear my eyes from yours.

"Explain." You demand never releasing my chin.

"I..I come here when I need a place to think, when I can't sleep...so that I can be undisturbed." I whisper as I lower my eyes.

"Hmm..." is all you say, leaving me to wonder what exactly you are thinking at my words, as you finally release my chin stepping over me and moving towards the fire. I watch as you reach into your robes and fish out some object, a flash of silvery orange in the light of the fire. Silently you lower yourself, bringing whatever it is that you hold closer to the fire, warming it slowly in its outer flames. I watch you rising again turning to face me, a predatory smile gracing your features as you return, pulling out your wand; with a small flick, ropes shoot out from its tip wrapping around my wrists and ankles. It's then I see what you were holding near the fire, a small hooked dagger.

"Please, Professor...I..." I stutter as I pull against the ropes that hold me fast.

"Shhh...a lesson is in order..." You command as you flick your wand again, causing my hands to be pulled above my head and secured behind the rock that I had been leaning against. Taking the heated blade, you come over and straddle me, pinning my already bound legs even further preventing me from twisting too much. Your eyes sparkle as you stare into mine, when you hook the blade under the bodice of my shift, yanking downwards tearing it open.

"Move and you will bleed...." I hear you mutter as I feel the heated tip of the blade slightly graze my skin with each downward slash. I try to breath...slowly...inhaling...the pressure of the pointed hook sliding over me. I can feel my nipples tingling at the contrast of the cold air hits them with every inch that is torn through my gown. I search for that safe feeling in your eyes, as I feel the blade coming nearer to my navel, afraid that it will catch on the chain there. I try not to move, as the tingle in my nes fes followed the path of the blade...I am unable to stop myself jerking upwards when it hits my jewelry.

Feeling the knife catch, you give me and odd look, blushing I try to look away, but the look in your eyes keeps me steadfastly gazing at you. Pulling on the knife again you feel the chink of metal on metal, as you watch me jerk upwards yet again. Slowly you remove the blade and drop it beside you, reaching forward you grasp the rough edges of my shift and yank them wide, tearing it the rest of the way open.

I shiver from mixed excitement and fear as I watch the look of amused understanding flicker over your face. Underneath my shift I am wearing a special chain that I had transfigured. Wrapped around my waist, the chain twisted and shimmered as it wound its way like a thong against my arse, teasing my clit along its path back around and up along my body to end in two silver clasps secured to my flushed nipples.

Your eyes flash as you tug on the chain, watching me twist and arch with each pull, my nipples hardening even more, a flush covering the gooseflesh that my skin has become. The silver chain glitters silvery reds and oranges, splaying little prisms over my body in the dancing firelight, as you play with it making me move with every jerk. Summoning the dagger once more, you drag it across me just underneath my breasts, hooking the chain as you go. Looping the links around its hook, you run the blade along it, its curved edge just grazing my abdomen as you follow the chain's path downward between my legs. Pressing its blunt curved against me, I feel you slide the knife between my labia, coating it with my now oozing essence. I feel you twist the dagger just slightly, pressing it into my clitoris, my eyes closing I move slowly up against it. Shifting your weight you rise up gracefully, your legs spreading out, yet you still tower over me. Drawing out the blade I feel it smearing my inner thighs with my own juices, as you drop it to pull my legs further apart hitching my bound feet up, forcing my knees to fall open butterfly style.

I lay there openly aroused, watching you, hoping that you will do something...anything...but you just kneel astride me, eyeing me thoughtfully. Almost imperceptibly, you nod your head as though you had made a decision as you stand gracefully, keeping your eyes on me. Straightening to your full ht, ht, you summon your sack and your blade...wiping it surreptitiously with a handkerchief that you had withdrawn from within your cloak, before slipping it away out of sight.

Shouldering your things, you step away from me taking a deep breath as you go. Turning you look up to sky as you whisper, "I own you, Miss Pearl, stay where you belong....with me." Exhaling slowly you study me, as I lay there, bound and exposed in the tattered remains of my gown. Without uttering a sound, you pull me to my feet by the gathers of my shift, wrapping me in your cloak. Silently you motion to me to move in front of you, my wrists remained bound as we returned to the castle.

Anger, fear, shame and arousal warred within me, as I walked before you knowing that hiding is futile, I am yours...always.

------------------------------------- Author's Notes ----------------------------------------

Inspired by a challenge from a past group.

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