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Chapter 13: Winding down to Winter Solstice
The shortest night of the
year while it is less energetic in certain matters was a rather good time to
enjoy the moonlight don’t you think? -
Harry on Yule and the Winter Solstice.
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“So everything is prepared
than?” Sarah asked from where she was kneeling on the floor and squatting on a
double pronged box with a very blissful look on her face.
“Most definitely, pet,” Alice
said as she ran her hands through the woman’s hair. “So you’re looking forward
to this as well?”
“Yes mistress,” Sarah said
with a smile even as Alice absently caressed the controls. “You both have been
so good to me but even I know that Master needs more.”
“True,” Anne says from where
she is seated with two other girls between her legs while two were nuzzling and
more her chest. “Still I know that it will be a holiday to remember. I just
hope that he enjoys it as much as possible. Still if it wasn’t for that man I
would not know how to best please our master and yet be unable to give him
something before the others.”
“I see,” Alice said with a
sigh ignoring the sudden yelp of Sarah as her body was suddenly stimulated. “While
his death removed him from harming others he did hurt you so and yet you claim
that to heal that slight having our master reclaim that from you. It makes as
much sense as most of our other notions at times. I myself feel a bit irked not
to be masters first in all things but I understand that it is far better to
share than bring his displeasure. We shared many firsts with him and while I
wish to be greedy I know it would not be fair to you or him. Loath as I am to
admit that Hermione bested me considering our rivalry this will be the one
thing she will do first for him while you will be another.”
“Hmmm,” Anne said as she
reveled in the tongues and fingers increased vigor before gasping. “Still I can
see where you are coming from. I myself wished I could be the first for myself
as him but I will content myself with what I can do. Besides Sarah will be
quite entertaining in cleaning us up and that will be enjoyable in itself.”
“Practice does make perfect
in if we get better at this way of talking we would be able to be practically
ecstatic from his or one another’s attention and no one would suspect,” Alice
said before her face smirked at the change on Sarah’s face. “Despite our
families being rather unavailable there is the fact that as amusing and
arousing as offending them by vocally exclaiming how wonderful it is to be
fucked by our master even more so where they cannot stop the activities that is
little reason to not make an effort to avoid falling into habits that would
draw attention on us. Not all of the police and other authority figures are as
hypocritical or corrupt as the ones we seem to find. It is inevitable that well
meaning people would eventually stick their over eager noses into things that
are best left alone.”
“Yes there is far too many
that would see what we are doing as criminally wrong or worse a sin against
their morality or religion,” Anne said with a soft sigh as a gentle release was
drawn from her body. “Still I wonder why they have to decide that these things
that feel so good are so wrong. Besides it is not as if we are doing anything
like those fuckers did to us as all involved in this are willing. Still I do
have to admit that Sarah is coming along rather well don’t you think?”
“True and she is still going
to take a while before she is able to think coherently or actively recall any
conversation when she is in such duress even if she loves every minute of it,”
Alice said before grabbing a rather interesting toy. “Still perhaps after our
most beneficial master has taken his own turns at our holes the one who best
pleases him will get a round on that. It does look like she is having the time
of her life well definitely comes close to her sessions.”
“So true she does seem to be
constantly peaking,” Anne said watching the shuddering nonstop orgasms that
their pet was experiencing. “I wonder if we should try that on some of the
others as I do think that they will like it. Any idea what effects it has on
tongue or mouth when she is churning like that?”
“Yes I do think that the rest
are willing and on the easy side at least the rest are not as adamant as we are
in who pops our cherries as they say on the playground,” Alice said as she set
the flat to vibrate as she watched the various changes to their pet that
tweaking the controls had. “We could always see what effects it has and if
their tongues or mouths vibrate from the effects. I wonder if a single dildo
would allow for a vibrating ass or cunt. Something to worry about later I
think. We will need to get better at thinking through orgasms and making sure
that Sarah does as well.”
“Practice and training I
would say for that,” Anne said after grabbing a spare girl and moaning into her
mouth. “Still with our current allies being so eager to help is there any way
we can crush Dudley’s Dummies?”
“That is so tempting if it
wasn’t for the risk of Dursley getting the authorities to curious with their flimsy
lies,” Alice said with a sigh. “We need to either have enough legal
arrangements that there is no way that the system would require him to go to a
foster family. The only exception would be if we could get either ours or, even
as loath as I would wish it, Hermione’s parents to do so. Still there is
something familiar about them; it makes me wonder what secrets they hide…”
“Master likely has a plan to
render more of that dealt with,” Anne said as she started to think about the
little things that were out of place. “I believe he plans to gain control of
both his parents’ estate as well as his godfathers. That the bitch has no
notion of a will always seemed fishy to me. Any chance that whoever picked the
Dursleys violated the will?”
“Likely considering how bad
the relationship between them was and how well known it was,” Alice said with a
shudder. “I so wish they would indirectly ask for one of the services we
provide to get some leverage on them. Fear of violence is enough for the moment
but I would prefer more subtle control. Ideally blackmail or better yet control
of their finances in some manner either their mortgage or control of Grunnings
would be my desire. It would be quite fitting if it was his mother that owned
either or even better both of those things.”
“Once they are completely
contained we can get Dudley out of things permanently,” Anne said with a
vicious smirk before her fast shifted as she undulated around the tongues
pleasuring her. “If it wasn’t for the coppers I would see about making him desperate
enough to go and get involved in some of the even less savory clients and
services. He won't be able to keep with the pence shake downs or reselling the
cheap stuff. Idiot that he is would likely do something to get some major
inspector involved. That boy would be dumpster dropped, river logged or even
pig shit if he tried his games anywhere near a major city let alone London. I
heard there have been some shakeups and there are still some players left.”
“Ah let me guess either the less
useless uncle or cousin has been a bit too free in conversation after a few
pints,” Alice said with a thought. “I have heard a few things and the self
styled Big D would definitely get aerated if he tried to step on some toes like
he does here. There is going to be a throw down eventually because that boy has
got the brains of a maggot and the greed of a wanna be gangster. He has no
brains to do more than knock a few head around. That he would likely squeal
like a pig and get investigators as well as a risk for a yardie to get a few
fakes to drop out of the woodwork when we would have to vanish is going to
become more of a concern if he gets even a taste of becoming a big boy. Best hope
is that one of the gangs at Smelting knocks him down and shows him that he
would be lucky to be a thug let alone running things.”
“I get having a kick back and
some fun but that boy is going to be causing a lot of grief for us,” Anne said
with a sigh. “Shame he couldn’t have an accident or something. He is getting a
bit cocky again and while the average footman is about as aware of anything
here as a drunk squirrel that doesn’t mean that even there shear unwillingness
to believe half the shit that goes down here could go down does not mean that a
few that are not a few coins short of a bag won't get transferred here. There are
only so much that they could chalk up to boys being boys after all.”
“True enough,” Alice said as
she contemplated things while savoring her current entertainment. “Still his
rents are useless and believe he is a perfect angel. So far the bigger concerns
have stayed out, but if they find an in with those idiots than we will need to
do some serious damage control either that or we will need to do some major
disposals. It is a shame that Sarah seems completely out of it or she could
give us some good advice or a list of who to trust and who to get in our
pockets. I wonder if Vern has something to do that could get him divorced or
just out of the way as he really is no more needed than the dumb-dumb. Boy is a
thug pure and simple as I said before and he is going to squeal like a rat at
first chance. He just doesn’t have the minerals for this line of work.”
“Funny Alice that was real
funny of you to say,” Anne said her voice full of satisfaction and almost
purring. “So think a few sessions of that will further our little playthings
resolve to keep watch while we are with him. I do rather feel some attachment
to our subordinates and they have been ever so willing. Still we have almost
half a year to get the mess sorted out. Now despite how willing and eager she
is for whatever we wish her to do, you will have to admit that she can do a
good job in keeping the boys and girls in line and not just with all the sexual
and sensual persuasive methods that she knows. So Alice should we show some of
our pets how deep the rabbit hole goes?”
“You have been waiting to use
that haven’t you?” Alice asked in a despondent voice as she moans in irritation
before the toys ministration altered the pitch. “Still I had expected you to
use the eat me, lick me line by now. That at least would have gotten a groan
out.”
“It could be worse we could
know someone that made a Sirius/ serious joke,” Anne said before shaking her
head at the thought of anyone doing that. “Nah that would take someone with a very
pathetic sense of humor or a teenage boy to think it was funny. Um is Sarah
still cuming because I don’t think I have seen her stop since you switched that
on?”
“Yeah she is spasming like
she was,” Alice said as she observed the sensual and sexually enticing display
of their pet, toy, sex slave contorting in either one continuous or a series of
orgasms. “Think we should give the girls a turn?”
“Yeah that would be something
to try almost as much as being like that while our oh so willful master uses
us,” Anne said shuddering again at the ideas forming in her mind’s eye. “Do you
think she will collapse and faint if you switch that off?”
“One way to find out,” Alice
commented switching it off. “Damn would you look at that?”
As soon as the vibrations
stopped, Sarah slumped still impaled on the device soaked with her juices. The
two girls’ eyes were wide open in shock as the woman passed out with a sigh
barely escaping her. The two looked closer and winced at the puffy red skin
surrounding her abused holes.
“Now that seems to have
drained her completely,” Anne said in interest. “How high did you have that
set?”
“Definitely need to make sure
not to forget when someone is on that when it is set that high,” Alice comments
to herself. “Oh it was set all the way to max. No wonder she is raw. Some cream
should ease the soreness. Now I think a bit more on this as it might be a bit
too intense for them.”
“Maybe set a time limit or
something,” Anne said as she licked her lips at the sight before her. “We do
have a few volunteers to see how they last singly and doubly and some other
variations as well.”
“Considering that there is no
way that we will get anymore business done today,” Alice conceded reluctantly. “Pass
one of your current playthings over and one of the three goes on and we rotate
them at least until Sarah recovers. Maybe let some of the boys put some cream
on her will quicken her recovery.”
“Maybe,” Anne said as she
looked at her friend in interest. “So thinking of unwrapping Sarah while on
that and with a nice open gag are you. Don’t be surprised that was what your
face was showing and we have some more activities to get to. Darling as loath
as I am to lose your tongues skilled ministrations go and hop on for a reward.
Now you take her place while you go over and give Alice a good cleaning.”
“Well you got this planned
out,” Alice said as she sat down on the girl’s face. “Now pet do a good job and
get me off quicker than your friend does Anne and you will go next. Oh yeah
your tongue feels good keep it up…”
The two pairs watched as
their friend soon was babbling deliriously under their new toys movements. If
it really worked to adjust a girls mind than maybe he wouldn’t be too upset if
they managed to use it to make that woman show a proper deference and not the slight
terror she currently exhibited. She may look like an anorexic with far too long
limbs and a not too pleasant face quite at odds with the beauty they had seen
in the photos of his mother, but anything that eased his life was worth it to
them.
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Morning had started and the
three were as reluctant as ever to untangle themselves from their entwined
form. They had time before breakfast to get ready and play a bit but it was the
sudden recollection of what would be occurring that made them motivated enough
not to cut breakfast short with their morning romp. Well to be precise it was
in ways a hard decision for them. They could either continue pleasuring each
other with hands and tongues or they could see their two thorns being mortally
embarrassed in front of the school.
‘I really wish there was a
simple way to make people think we were in the hall or classes,’ Harry thought
from where he was as muffled as the rest. ‘Still I know that Hermione and I
have been keeping up on the schoolwork regardless of all these distractions.
Perhaps having such rewards for completion as well as our natural competitions
has helped us avoid hexing everyone that dares to impede our private time. Still
we have been taking a decent care of Dora and yet I cannot shake the feeling
that as flattering as her putting us in front of everything in importance is
that it would do us more harm than good regardless of the damage it would do to
her own possible future.’
Dora’s thoughts were far less
formed more or less focused on her tongue and lips worshipping and swallowing
the entirety of his morning attention while Hermione was busy giving her an
Aussie kiss while receiving one from Harry. Suffice it to say there were no
thoughts regarding schoolwork which she had been putting a bit more off than
usual or even the importance that their plans had with this day present in her
mind. It was in fact a babbling of freeform perversity of perverted words
interspaced with exclamations such as Oh, God, Yes and Holy and normally involved
the more guttural words that would have led to her getting the hose. Well there
were also the derogatory situational and descriptive thoughts of herself and
her fellow lover in regards to their male lover and why being used by him was
most likely the best thing ever and why couldn’t it be Christmas or close
enough to give the last restraint to him.
Hermione thankfully had
started sooner and thus was able to keep one thought to her mind. It in fact
turned out to be a very important thought. Still considering the grip of Dora’s
hips to her head and the rather daunting effect of Harry’s teasing it would
still be a few moments more before she could verbalize it. Though her shouts
muffled by their direction into Dora’s sex did bring the girl more excitement.
“Merciful God! I thought I
was going to asphyxiate in there Dora!” Hermione shouted when Dora’s thighs
slackened letting her lose before seeing the clock and its large display
showing what the time was. “Fuck! Dora you got to stop trying to milk him dry we
are going to be late! Master! Stop that! As much as spending all morning…
Making me Cum! Would be a good… thing! I still want to see those two being
embarrassed!”
Harry’s disgruntled grunt was
punctuated by a loud smack and Hermione hopping off his head. His hands no
longer involved with Hermione’s body snaked into Dora’s hair. Despite the rest
of her body being limp she was still holding on to him like a leech. It didn’t
help matters that she had him buried down her throat as well as being held by
far more than just his short and curlies as he could lose the entirety of his
rather recently used parts if she chose to sharpen her teeth and bite. Oh he
was damn well aware of a way to regrow lost appendages but that was just not
right.
“Dora!” Harry growled out
when despite his grip she refused to let go. “We need to go so let go!”
Dora however was rather
unwilling to do so. Now while she did tend to be somewhat well to be blatantly
honest extremely submissive there were times when she would disobey and this
sadly was one of them. She was far too involved and out of it as she mostly was
doing things without thinking. She was in fact almost treating his dick in a
manner similar to a mother’s nipple and she was not quite done yet with it.
“Master said to let go!”
Hermione said as she rounded on the other girl. “You had best let go or you
will get a far harsher punishment than you have already earned.”
When Dora refused to respond
there was a flash of complete anger that consumed Hermione. How dare she do
this was as coherent as her thoughts were at that moment. For the most part
when around Harry her personality tended to the subservient and it had only
been with Dora that she had again had a chance to embrace her controlling
impulses. That someone they had spent so much time on already would behave as
she was doing had been a letdown to Hermione.
Hermione didn’t even notice
when she had her newish whip of dragon hide appear in hand. She had yet to use
it on anyone, well save one of the simulacrum to see what it did to living
flesh. In none of those times had she really been even irritated let alone the
complete pissed off mood she was in at the moment. If Dora had even been at
least somewhat aware of her surroundings outside of her mouth, she would have
stopped what she had been doing, but as it was her attention made her
completely oblivious to the towering inferno of rage that was Hermione Granger
at the moment.
Harry as it was had been
trying unsuccessfully to pry the eye crossing suctioning mouth of Dora from where
they were securely fastened. As much as it was extremely difficult to ignore
the shudders and sensations that her actions were causing, they had the more
pressing priority of avoiding either their head of house, deputy headmistress
or even the headmaster’s attention let alone any inquiry by their fellow
housemates and prefects in particular. If it had been a weekend morning, Harry
likely would have been somewhat willing to just allow himself to relax and
enjoy the heavenly sensations that Dora’s actions were causing; however, this
was anything but that type of morning and to complicate matters Dora was
raising her own wants over theirs which was unacceptable in their present
relationship.
‘Damn it Dora!’ Harry thought
in irritation as he failed to cut off a groan from the swirling writhing tongue
even as he focused on not being overwhelmed to complacency by the techniques
being used. ‘There is a time and a place for everything and as much fun as this
has been this is not the time to get caught especially with you glued to me in
such a less than socially acceptable manner. Until I get to Gringott's and get
some things settled that meddler mother of yours would take you away from us
and this is just the sort of excuse that she would use.’
Hermione was barely aware of
anything around her besides her anger and its focus. This was supposed to be a
sad thing for Dora; however, when Hermione first brought her whip to bear in
the audible crack that rent the air and left a very visible red mark as it
landed there was a lack of reaction. She expected Dora to gasp and release him
from her hold. It was for that reason that she was disappointed when all Dora
did was moan and shudder. She felt her right eyebrow start to twitch in
irritation as she saw Harry’s eyes cross as well as stop grabbing her head to
push her away. It wasn’t that he was giving in that she could tell but more
taking control of the situation. She had noticed his eyes focus before that as
well as the almost sadistic smirk that he sported. For a moment she wondered
what he had done before placing it out of her mind as she returned to her task.
Even as she knew that Dora had responded favorably to spanking and even paddles
and the like there was the fact that she did not think this was something that
Dora had been ready for.
‘Fine if you want to play it
that way,’ Harry thought as he used a few esoteric meditative exercises to
allow him to get one simple spell off. ‘You tend to get off when you get one of
us off or if we play with you so why don’t I simply block that. Besides it will
make sure that you don’t just try to escape your punishment by getting yourself
off…’
If Hermione or Harry had been
able to see into her eyes, they would have known that Dora had not been
entirely if at all there more than a passenger in the pleasures enveloping her
body. Despite all the at the times seemingly excessive play that Dora had been
able to indulge in there was simply too much built up need that was finally
being vented to keep even the basic of control. It was in a way there own fault
for having allowed Dora to be built up to the state she had been before there
second intense encounter. Well there was also the fact that she had not been a
late bloomer but had begun to have needs and desires early and all that had
been submerged and subsumed for too long. If this past while had been say over
the summer where they could have indulged until such times as all parties spent
days or even weeks consumed and consummating every carnal notion that they had,
than none of the problem would have occurred. Dora as it was at this moment was
consumed and devoid of rational thought as her mind had gone out and was merely
a constant state of pleasure and bliss.
‘How dare she?’ Hermione
thought as her arms moved without conscious direction laying red stinging
lashes along Dora’s exposed flesh. ‘If she thinks her seduction was
frustrating, that will be nothing to how she will feel after this!’
Growling with her irritation,
Hermione was relentless in her application of physical punishment on their
wayward pet. She worked her way from back to ass before working up and down her
kneeling legs. Paying no attention to the churning and almost dribbling sex
where Dora’s arousal mixed with her sweat before flowing down her thighs,
Hermione was seeing red and the fact that she didn’t notice the moisture
staining her whip nor the way it seemed to move unnaturally to play along the
length from Dora’s puffy and ready sex to her aroused breasts when she gave an
underhand flick. As she turned her attention from the areas already warmed by
her actions, she turned her movements to Dora’s underside in full. She went
from left, middle to right before working back.
Hermione continued her
actions until Dora reached her limits of concentration under the effects of Harry’s
curse. She watched as Harry succeeded in extraditing himself from her nursing
mouth even if near the end he had no reluctance in spending the arousal her
efforts had somewhat forcefully on the mouth that had been so eager in its
attentions.
“So no time for slight play
now,” Harry said with a sigh looking at the insensate whimpering form. “If only
she had listened, we would have time enough for some mutual play in the shower.
Now to get ready in time we have to contend with far less enjoyable charms.”
“True,” Hermione said curtly
with the whip reluctantly tracing its way over their pets form. “So what did
you do to get her to snap out of it because even my rather thorough attempt to
persuade her otherwise was ignored?”
“A rather useful thing I had
not planned on unless she really regressed or did something truly
disappointing,” Harry said as a quick charm cleaned them of any dirt, dead skin
and sweat. “Considering that it is her first time losing her control and
forgetting what she agreed to it may be a bit harsh. Fine you don’t need to
give me that look. It prevents her from gaining any release by herself and for
the past few minutes nothing would allow her to gain completion always kept on
edge until it became too much.”
“I would normally consider it
quite cruel,” Hermione said with a look, “but I think I will take it as
appropriate do to her actions. She is healing quite nicely though. I wonder why
this whip didn’t cause lasting harm considering its nature though it is for the
better even if I do wish that she felt the punishment linger.”
“True enough that having her
be uncomfortable sitting down let alone moving would have an effect in
reconditioning her,” Harry said even as he started to get dressed. “Still
having to take her to the hospital wing let alone prevent anyone from detecting
her being to the gills on potions would cause other problems. I do think that
it is likely that the visible signs will fade while the tenderness will linger.”
“That should at least allow
her to regain some control of herself,” Hermione said with a growl. “Still this
is a good punishment for the moment considering how she now seems to need to
make up for the time she denied herself the experiences she so craved. It won't
be the last for this little mistake.”
“Well she is our pet and I
guess we should rub her nose in it,” Harry said with a stretch as he summoned
his school things to his hand. “It was an interesting experience though. I
don’t think that I would even be able to be that rough normally. She really
seemed to want us to use her more though I think that she was more of a
passenger in her body as it acted so driven. Still I don’t think that I want to
know what else you plan to do in punishing her though if you don’t start to get
ready I am more than willing to see how you respond to your own toys.”
Hermione’s eyes widened as she
looked down at her nude form. She had let her anger get to be much and now
noticed that she hadn’t been pulling her strikes at all, and yet Dora was not a
blood encrusted form with muscles exposed and skin lying on the floor. The same
could not be said for herself. Her body was almost painted with red turning to
brown along with other things. The only thing that the two of them had in
common was the sticky and now crusting stains from their own loss of control.
For a moment part of her wanted to throw herself to the floor and take the well
deserved punishment that she had earned from her own loss of control before
being scrubbed roughly clean, but that was quickly dissuaded when she realized
that as well would take too long even if they forgo her tasting her own whips.
“Forgive me this failing, my
master,” Hermione managed to plead as she dropped to her knees in supplication
with her whip coiled and set before her. “I let my own control slip and have
made myself a worse example to your pet as well as failing to keep from disappointing
your trust in me. Do with me as you will. I will take whatever punishment you
think is appropriate for I have done worse than she as she disobeyed an order
while I put my own needs, wants and desires ahead of your will.”
‘This is an unexpected
development,’ Harry thought as he tried to think what to do now as well as
force down the want to run his hand through his hair to attempt to distract
himself. ‘Still she is in a way disobeying me as well. Things were far simpler
when it was just Kiki and me, and yet I feel that I would regret it being any
other way than it is now.’
With a wave of his hand,
Harry cleaned Hermione of the various fluids drying and still dribbling down
her kneeling form. He had however refrained from the particular charm he had
used and while he knew she wanted and needed something harsher and longer than
the spell merely went with one that roughly scrubbed her clean. With his hand
to the side, a twist of the wrist sent her whip back to its place. He would
have known that it would have needed to be cleaned and cared for more certainly
and completely if he had not noticed that it shed anything that would stain it
when it was placed away even if they could allow stains to seem to cling for
impression and appearance.
Turning around after casting
the same charm on Dora, Harry said, “Get dressed and make sure you are both
presentable. I will handle any additional punishments later as there is no time
to waste.”
“Yes, Sir,” Hermione said as
she rose up and grabbed Dora to get the two dressed. “I am sorry if this in any
way ruins your plans.”
“No, the plans are still fine,”
Harry said as he read over a note that he had been thinking over. “Your
behavior was no more out of place than if anyone else had challenged either
your place or my authority. Still it is a good enough reason to see what your
new limits are…”
“Thank you, master!” Hermione
chirped as she yanked the clothes onto Dora’s body studiously making sure that
while they looked normal that the changes to allow them to easily and readily
access their pet’s body were there. “Still I think that you will need to be
quite firm with me as I know that the next time Alice and I meet that we will
likely have to settle things again.”
“You will hold off on doing
anything like that in front of others and settle your matters privately,” Harry
said as he slowly went through a list of reports. “If the two of you cannot
learn to keep your struggles for dominance out of sight, than I will see how
you fare in a suspension harness.”
Hermione licked her lips at
that. It was tempting oh so tempting just to hang there as he worked both of
them or even all of them over. Complete helplessness and submission to him at
least was rather appealing. It was as appealing to her as keeping Dora, Alice
and Anne in their places. Sure she would rather have that after she finally had
him possess her completely and hopefully beating her rivals to that goal. Well
she was willing to concede one of the ways to each of them, but she wanted one
for herself.
As she had Dora dressed in
her clothes, Hermione turned to her own attire. She pulled her skirt and blouse
on before she quickly tied her own tie on. Feeling slightly vindictive she
rubbed herself against Dora’s tie and whispered a minor charm to prevent others
from picking her scent up even as it would stay strong enough to drive their
pet nuts. Part of her knew that Dora was acting out in part for the same
reasons that she was. They may technically be Harry’s lovers but they were not
quite one of his women yet.
‘At least I have less
uncertainty for when I have to introduce Harry properly to my parents as more
than a mutual friend,’ Hermione thought even as she wished it was a weekend so
they could have just stayed in. ‘Dora will likely never be able to do that and
her mother will cause issues unless Harry gains control of the Black Family.
Still we all hide things so I wonder what it was that they were hiding. Can it
be anywhere near as life changing as whatever it is my parents are doing? There
is more to it than what little I have overheard and as much of the talk as I
have had with mum.’
Hermione was a very curious
child and she now was a bit more understanding of the games her own parents played.
Still something didn’t add up and it was bothering her. Something about their
eyes reminded her of her comrades and yet that something was still missing from
her own eyes. A part of her wished deep down and unvoiced that they had some of
the same ideals and that they would definitely accept her choice of a
relationship. She still wanted them in her life and she had feared when she had
first learned of magic that she would someday do something that would disgust
them with their precious daughter. She never wished to do something that would
do that and yet was her mother’s daughter and would follow her convictions and
her path to the end. It had been memory and mind magic that had turned her
stomach. It was far too close to rape in her mind to take that which is most
personal from someone; however, unlike physical rape, she knew that if it came
to it she likely would loath herself if she had to do so, but would do it
regardless. To keep her friends and family safe there was not much that she
admitted deep in her mind that she would not do.
Sighing Hermione gave Dora a
quick and resounding swat to get her awake before saying to her, “Dora we must
head down now or people will ask questions. If you are lucky our vengeance will
sooth our disappointment in your behavior. As it is master has something to
tell you before we go down. So get up off your ass before I see how
uncomfortable I can make you sit for a while!”
“Yes, mistress,” Dora said
with a dejected look on her face as she stood up. “It is just so hard not to
ignore everything else and surrender to nothing but pleasure after so long
without.”
“I understand and I am as
loath to cut back on such pleasurable ventures personally,” Hermione said with
a sigh as they moved to stand next to Harry. “Still there are things that must
come before our own personal gratification.”
“You both have proven that I
have allowed you both too much leniency and indulging of your own
inclinations,” Harry said as he gazed at the two fidgeting witches. “Dora as
you have already mostly been punished you will not be returning here until
Hermione’s punishment is over. That does not mean that you are not going to
wish that you were here. As it is you are neither permitted nor able to achieve
orgasm by your own actions and neither of us will be doing so until you both
learn your lessons.”
Both of them went still at
that pronouncement. Hermione expected that he would work her over for her
actions after classes. He would put the matter out of his mind until than to
get through the day without causing an incident. Still Hermione suspected that
whatever he did to her would be even worse than this punishment would be for
Dora. He had emphasized that Dora had in some ways already paid in part for her
mistake.
“Yes master,” both of the now
contrite and downcast girls said. “We understand.”
“Good,” Harry said with a
slight sigh. “Dora, you will be sitting away from us. Now although I expect
that while it does not make up for things, those two twits being pranked will
at least ease some issues. Hermione, you will still be next to me, and we will
continue as normal; however, I expect you to think on things and figure out how
to avoid such situations in the future. Now let us go. It is a shame that you
had to act out, both of you, or we would have had time for some playtime before
breakfast instead of spending it so.”
The two nodded before
following Harry out of his room. The day had been looking up and then things
had spiraled out of control. Each was in their own ways blaming themselves for
the downside of their morning. Hermione blamed herself for losing her control
and letting her anger control her. As for Dora, she was being wracked by guilt
for failing them both and ruining the perfect morning they had. Harry even
though he had mostly avoided voicing it was blaming himself for not noticing
that they both needed him to be less lose in his control from time to time. He
also was blaming himself for not realizing that Dora was as she was slightly
older more so in the maelstrom of emotions and hormones than they were. How
much longer could he go until he took that last steps to assert his control as
well as allow that remaining experience be denied between them all? All their
games were less settling in some manners than others. He was well aware of the
girls’ plans and he knew that the inevitable resolution was approaching.
‘Feh,’ Harry thought as he
descended the stairs with two of his girls in tow. ‘I will accept what they
offer, when I want, and not when they demand it. Still after today we should
get as much of our studies either back on track or further ahead; we will soon
be quite readily distracted over the holidays and when we return to do
otherwise.’
Harry was well aware of their
watching him as he moved and knew that he had done the same when their
positions had been reversed. He realized as he could literally feel the hunger
they were projecting at him. For a moment he contemplated how much he would and
did enjoy the view when they walked or better crawled up or down the steps. He
knew he had to put those thoughts away for the moment as other more pressing
matters had to be dealt with. Still he let himself picture the sight of his
girls crawling clad in only collars walking in front of him. He was grateful
they couldn’t see his eyes or the twinkle as he realized that if they had done
so even his hesitation would have caved long ago.
*******************
The Great Hall was full of
active students until a sudden hush fell across the room. Something truly
shocking had occurred. The current inhabitants had become somewhat used to the
spontaneous pranks that the Weasley twins had become famous for but this was
different. This was an epic but of spell work a bit more subtle than their
usual simple pranks. Oh their pranks were quite impressive mix of potions and
charms but normally they were short moments of embarrassment and that was quite
different than what the students and staff saw unfolding before them and for
two in particular it was as if a glove had been thrown down.
“What was that oh twin of
mine?” one of the twins asked the other before turning to look around. “I do
believe that there is a joke a foot but I didn’t do this and we don’t tend to
prank solo so who did this. I will admit that it is quite well thought out, but
is it a worthy one?”
“I do believe that was a
prank worthy not only of ourselves but them as well,” the other twin said. “Ronnikins
has been growing quite embarrassing and who needs a reason to prank
Slytherins?”
“As you say Gred,” Forge said
with a look of admiration as they watched the mischief that was unfolding. “We
need to find out who did this as it would liven things up a bit more.”
“True But whoever they may be
are quite good and did not claim responsibility for this prank,” Gred said with
a moment of horror coming to his face. “My dear Forge I do believe we will be
having a problem?”
“Whatever could that be
Gred?” Forge asked wondering what his twin for once had spotted sooner. “Please
tell me that McGonagall is not glaring at us and trying to regain her temper?”
“Sorry twin mine I cannot
tell you that,” Gred said with a shudder. “What are the odds you think on us
being blamed for this?”
“100%,” Forge said as he
realized the effect of the prank. “Whoever it was not only pranked those two
but us as well as no matter what we say no one would believe otherwise.”
“Fred and George Weasley, you
are both in serious trouble!” McGonagall yelled to the hall as she stood up. “A
hundred points from Gryffindor and two weeks detention for the both of you. Now
get to my office right now. Your pranks have gone too far!”
The twins looked at each
other and as they had realized no one would believe that they had nothing to do
with the prank for two reasons. One was that the Gryffindors knew that they
pranked their own and their brothers in particular. Second was the fact that
the mutual animosity between the Malfoy and Weasley family was known by
everyone baring the odd muggleborn and they tended to find out fairly quick.
Yes with those two things and the fact that they seemed to be the most active
of pranksters eclipsing any other currently in the school there was little
reason to believe otherwise.
As the two departed with the
irate deputy headmistress in two there was a subtle motion at the Ravenclaw
table. One of the twins spotted it and his jaw dropped at it. A Ravenclaw had
toasted them as they were moving just barely quickly enough that she hadn’t
boxed their ears yet. Disbelief soon filled his face at the obvious challenge
that had been offered from an unexpected source.
“Was that necessary?”
Hermione asked as Harry sipped at the drink that was thankfully not pumpkin
juice. “You do realize that they will try to retaliate; so why do it? I had
thought that you were of the impression that we were becoming too distracted
from the plan.”
“As much as I am motivated
and driven I think that it would be nice not to focus as intently on my goals
as the end or what will I do once it is accomplished,” Harry answered with a
sudden smirk. “Besides how better to start a conversation with those two than
to have them off balanced. Besides you as well wish to see yourself challenged
or life has no meaning. We are driven people and do our best when there is a
goal to overcome, a challenge to meet, or an adversary to dominate.”
“I guess that you are right
on that if I wasn’t challenged in some way I would be merely mediocre if it
wasn’t for a need to know and understand things,” Hermione said with a sigh
sipping her own juice which was a rather careful mix of fruit to be both
nutritional, tasty as well as influencing in certain body chemical effects
while she knew that Harry’s had been tailored similarly to increase her own
enjoyment of a certain activity. “Still conflict does lead to struggles to
become better and thus improvement either technological or biological occurs. Remind
me to see about some more in depth books on chemistry and physics. I wonder
what transfiguring can do to provide certain rather difficult to process
materials.”
“For which purpose would they
be for practical use or for monetary gain?” Harry asked in sudden interest. “We
already have a sufficient pool of funds from our previous ventures and that is
without taking into the gold stashed at Gringott's or the current added options
that we have. Still it is quite costly to gain access to certain literature to
further things along let alone some of the components that we will need. I take
it you have an idea for more uses for this current situation?”
“Of course I do,” Hermione
said with a smirk even as she hid a wince from the distant shouts of McGonagall
at the twins. “Consider how horrible what little forms of entertainment exist
here. Now add the obvious fact that the twins have unlike Ronald some measure
of real ambition instead of wanting everything they could get for nothing there
is the fact that pranks here are a rather profitable business given the
competing joke shops here and in Diagon.”
While Hermione was hiding her
discomfort and Harry was well schooled in maintaining a facade over the years
there were several of their fellow classmates discussing things. This made the
background dialog momentarily interesting as a number of rumors and theories
were generated by the students. The fact that some of the professors had to
resist cursing the boys for their current lack of even their pathetic filtration
on the stupidity of their statements was not helping.
Several of the Slytherins
were doing a good job in concealing the fact that despite the protection of
their head of house and the influence of the Malfoy name and fortune that most
of the other years were very willing and eager to put the completely lacking in
subtlety brat in his place. That a number of the female Slytherins were glaring
with an almost physical force to castrate and silence the idiot before their
houses reputation plummeted further. Despite the fact that most of the
positions in government were held by Slytherins do to their ambition there was
a tendency by most not to trust them making reaching their ambitions quite
harder. There was a good reason that no one that was truly worthy of the house
seemed to be sorted there anymore.
Even the Gryffindors as often
as they were to turn on their own seemed to become more antagonized by Ronald
‘Foot-In-The-Mouth’ Weasley. Oh the boy was quite vocal on things but even his
piss poor sense of self preservation had kicked in and he had yet to speak of
his notions on women’s place in society and Quidditch in particular in front of
the Chasers Three. They likely would have borrowed the twins’ bats and smacked
some bludgers around at the boy or seen if they could pop the set he had. That
was without a doubt the fact that Percy was twitching and contemplating if his
younger sister would salvage the family reputation. He was barely restraining
his mumbles of irresponsible twins and unmannered baby brothers.
“Hmm it is likely there
secret ambition,” Harry admitted with a moment of interest even as his eyes
seemed to dance in humor at all the things that the rest were discussing. “It
seems to be that despite the fronts the two houses share that they are quite
the little powder kegs. Perhaps the two thought they could be the year leaders
in their respective houses. Just think how bad it would be if we had been
sorted into Gryffindor.”
“We would likely have to
socialize with the brain addled boy and deal with the narcissistic albino
thinking he was your rival,” Hermione said with a shudder at the thought.
“Likely he would distract you with childish games and your grades would suffer
as well as practical experience. If we are lucky his complete unwillingness to
do more than the barest minimum and even that is pushing it will result in him
being either held back or transferred to some little local school for lesser
wizards.”
“As amusing as that would be
that would mean the teachers would be stuck with him or forced to explain how
he was admitted as transfers would require grades and the lack of an entrance
exam always seemed off,” Harry said a sadistically dark humor in his eyes. “No
at most he would be held back or someone would be required to tutor him. Hopefully
not one in his year or we might get picked.”
“I think I want to either
throw up or flay someone,” Hermione said with a slightly queasy look to her. “Why
couldn’t the hat have said, there are no brain here, now go away?”
“Because he hasn’t failed to
sort ever and that would break tradition,” Harry answered with a slight glance
to the dejected Tonks looking somewhat miserable as she winced from the
tenderness her bottom was experiencing. “He lacks the ambition for Slytherin,
the drive to know of Ravenclaw and the loyalty of Hufflepuff so the hat used
Gryffindor as a dumping ground. Why those two offend me by their mere presence
I do not know, but if they do not develop in some manner to something more than
wasted space something must be done about them.”
“He does need an attitude
readjustment,” Hermione said with a slight darkness to her eyes. “One would
think that being pranked by the twins whenever he said something stupid would
have trained him somewhat but it seems he is quite the simple creature. He eats
like an animal, sleeps while snoring like one and dreams of Quidditch and chess
with the odd bits of jealousy and delusions of competency. The only thing I
think either of us can agree with Snape is that boy is a menace who likely
would never open a book or take notes if the professors were not watching. Does
he even have any redeemable characteristics at all? I fear that if I had been
placed in that house someone would give the twit a potion to drug me or worked
some subtle delusion that arguing with people was a sign of passion.”
“The sex might be good if it
is from such passion,” Harry said before he thought better of it. “Never mind he
likely would give as much effort to that as everything else and leave whatever
woman thinking what just happened. I pity whoever he gets involved with in the
future almost as much as Malfoy and the poor women they are making suffer from
their incompetence.”
“Like any woman would touch
such a crass menace without potions,” Hermione scoffed at the notion. “Hell he
likely would be lucky if he was a quintuple amputee by the time they were
done!”
“Quintuple?” Harry asked
before his eyes widened in understanding. “I see your point though he should
likely need to be rendered mute as well as something about his lack of hygiene
otherwise as well.”
“I will agree with that a
permanent silencing charm might have worked out better anyways,” Hermione said
as she watched the professors try to reverse the spells on the two prats fail
over and over again. “Maybe next time we should put consequences for trying to
reverse the spells like they are doing well more so than currently…”
The two looked on as their
pranks more embarrassing aspects came into play. Besides making the two look
ridiculous in their attire that had already impressed the twins there were the
more complex yet amusing aspects. Sure having Ronald dressed as a rich yet
effeminate man and Draco as a poor muggle punk was interesting and in some ways
humorous, but that was far less than the other aspect. Since neither seemed to
care about manners and appropriate behavior to either everyone or their
inferiors in the Malfoy scions case the prank was designed so that because they
could not say anything nice they wouldn’t say anything at all. However their
currently unspeakable words were flashing visibly for all to see. Some of their
current ideas about people would likely get them cursed more by students and
some staff if the twitching of the professors’ faces were anything to go by.
“Well it isn’t that bad,”
Harry hedged even as most of the other students were trying not to hurt
themselves from laughing too hard or other such things. “Even some of our
fellow Ravenclaws are quite cracking up. Even the more straight laced and up
tight ones are acting better. Who would have thought that Penelope would act
like that?”
“It just goes to show that
even the most seemingly emotionless individual has something that stirs their
humors,” Hermione said with a slight smile as she watched the reactions of the
more seeming conformists getting twitched. “To justice served!”
“To justice served,” Harry
turned to toast his friend with none the wiser of the slight red added to their
drinks. “There is so much left to do still and yet so much to enjoy in doing
so. A shame that some people cannot control themselves well enough.”
“Yes a shame that,” Hermione
said with a sad look to the miserable looking Tonks. “How long should she be
punished though? Her only problem is the fact that she has latched on to what
she had been denied far too long. If we let her forget things than problems
will surface for both of us and that could be quite disastrous.”
“I agree even if it seems
cruel doing otherwise would be even crueler in the long run,” Harry said with a
slight bit of regret. “I should have expected it though considering her
pervious behavior even if I tried to dismiss it as a more childish thing than a
true need. Attention sadly is something that we have to avoid for a good deal
longer. Despite how offensive Andromeda’s actions are to us they are reasonable
for their point of view while we would be viewed as the ones in the wrong.
Still with a few documents those issues will be corrected.”
“So we need you to get to
Gringott's proper without being intercepted by any of the other factions,”
Hermione said with some resignation. “I take it you have a way around the
obvious plans that have been arrayed against you.”
“Of course I would be a fool
to do otherwise,” Harry commented with a hint of pride in his friends
reasoning. “Still as much as Dora wishes to throw herself completely to our
needs, we cannot allow her to waste the opportunities that she has let alone
draw attention or authorities to us too soon.”
“A shame as I think this will
be almost worst than all the anticipation,” Hermione said with a hint of pity.
“I guess it is a good thing that we have some schedules to keep ahead as well
as factor time enough for our interests. Perhaps after this little lesson we
should take a more personal and direct view on her studies. It would not do to
deny ourselves the potential by squandering it for mere gratification.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Harry
said with a smirk that many a villain would have been proud of. “We will see
how this turns out but many more things will need to be discovered. A shame
that we cannot directly send a message yet though it would tip both our and his
hands which are something neither of us would benefit from. Still we need to go
to our classes regardless of how boring and slow the material is covered. It
almost makes one wish to skip a few grades here but that would cause more
attention than our real level in the official education system.”
“As enjoyable as being ahead
and sating ones need for understanding is, I see your point,” Hermione said
with a sigh as they rose from the table once their plates and cups were devoid
of substance. “Even if some of our housemates would be jealous or more likely
envious there is no reason for them to know that we will both have passed
University courses before they pass their OWLS. It really is amazing how many
varied things one can learn about even just peripherally connected to your
ambition.”
“True,” Harry said as they
reached the hallway neither noticing the looks that Tonks was shooting Penelope.
“We will need to compare the relative histories and archaeology considering how
much of the knowledge we need is likely lost or amid ruins.”
‘To think that my parents
seem completely oblivious to all these things,’ Hermione thought as they made
their way to class. ‘They do their best and they may be somewhat open minded
and yet I am quite reluctant to tell them things considering how much bad
experience he has with adults and other authority figures. To think how close I
came to being a statistic so unpleasant of one at that. I think holding off
most of those talks until I am older and less likely for them to believe in any
way am too immature to deal with the horrors of reality would be best. Do I
fear them rejecting me if I am no longer the naïve bookworm? I wonder at that…’
*******************
Tonks looked up from where
she was reluctantly doing her schoolwork in the common room. Part of her was
upset with them for sending her out, but the rest was grateful that they had
her own interests ahead of what theirs were with her. She had been quite lazy
in doing her schoolwork as her relationship had been stabilizing. It had been
the opposite of the all work and no play for a bit too long for her. Well
besides the hell that was her current punishment.
‘That I suddenly seemed
unwilling to do anything that made me unavailable for their pleasure going so
far as to risk my future prospects offended them,’ she thought with a sigh. ‘Oh
I am certain what my private life will be, but even if they can afford for me
to do nothing except hang around as a living toy… well that doesn’t mean that
they want me to waste any opportunities I have. That I was so caught up with
the fun that I was starting to neglect my studies and that is dangerous to them
as mother no Andromeda would have had ample reason to get involved.’
Turning around she saw her
friend Penny enter from her earlier patrolling. Her hair and clothes were
mussed and the frustration was as evident in the shining unshed tears in her
eyes. She knew she had been dating someone had in fact complained about the
complete lack of availability of good men as well as the current ones abysmal
skills and attitude. That in part had led her to accept her current odd
relationship. Oh she was partially pissed to be punished like she currently was
but if she didn’t get the work done in time or better ahead of time there would
be no way that there would be time enough to enjoy all the things she planned
to do over break.
‘Lovely I wonder what the ass
said to her this time,’ she thought in annoyance. ‘I swear that when I find out
whom it is that the prank on those two twits will seem tame in comparison.
Still meeting during patrol does not seem like her unless whoever it is also is
a Prefect. So what to do finish this task or let my friend suffer… fuck it I
may not be a Puff but she has helped me out and I owe her one at the very
least.’
With those thoughts in mind
Tonks followed her friend to her room feeling a few dregs of uncertainty at
leaving her work aside, but friendship was more important. Even if it resulted
in a harsher punishment for her negligence, there was the fact that she would
not and could not permit herself to do otherwise; let alone try to plead for
lenience or mercy for her disobedience. She had been told to catch up on her
work or things would be dire. As much of her submissive streak that they had
called out to her she realized she would bare it gladly to aid her friend and
that she would likely enjoy her punishments save disappointing her two owners
was her burden to bear.
Being so focused on her
friend she had not realized that she had negligently waved to banish her school
matters to her room. It would have been most unacceptable to leave them there
in the commons like that and would have led to some inquiry that would have
gotten both of them into some trouble. It had been a spell that she had
unknowingly learned from repeated use by both Harry and Hermione to put their
study materials away and out of danger from various activities. If they had
known it was likely that they would have been quite proud of their pet even if
she had defied them. That all parties involved would be grateful for the excuse
for a certain type of activity was left unthought-of by all save Dora’s more
flittering subconscious mind. That she had negligently summoned chocolate and ice
cream as that was something she had long used to sooth her aches before those
two had introduced a different way to feel better.
Arriving at her friend’s door
she stopped for a moment before rapping on the door before saying, “Penelope,
its Tonks. May I come in?”
“Leave me alone!” Came the shout
of the sobbing girl from the other side of the door. “I just want to be left
alone!”
“Penelope,” Tonks said
gathering her courage to confront her distressed friend. “I cannot just leave
you wallowing after whatever the prat said. You need someone to talk to and as
I was available what kind of friend would I be if I just left you to suffer?”
“Argh!” Penelope shouted in
rage as even her well thought out counters seemed false to her even in her
frustrated rage. “Can't you see I just need some time to compose myself?”
“I hear what you are saying,”
Tonks said with a sigh as she tried to not just force the door open in her
frustration at her friend’s antics, “but I don’t believe you know what you are
trying to really tell me. You need someone at a time like this and if necessary
I will go and get more than just chocolate and ice cream. Look I may not be a
Hufflepuff, but even I know when a girl needs her friends to drag her out of
her funk!”
“You are being so stubborn!”
Penny said as she realized that her friend was not in any way, shape or form
going to allow her to wallow in her misery. “Fine! Just remember that I really
have had a very bad day and that I am not in the mood to be the best of company
right now although I wouldn’t really mind the chocolate…”
With that Penny reluctantly
removed the excessive locking charms she had placed on the door. After that the
door swung open without Tonks needing to open it leaving Penny to see her
friend standing on the other side. Penny was able to see her friend there and
the visible presence of some comfort food. That she likely would have slammed
the door shut if those things had been missing was unsaid. Dora was however
trying not to show how much she wanted to find out who it was and see about
first introducing her knee than foot to the part they had been thinking with
and then after that much hexing and cursing to ensure that said male learned
the lesson.
“No problem Penny,” Tonks
said with an understanding almost vocal hug being offered to her friend. “Considering
how much you helped me when I was having such troubles it is the least I can
do. Still its times like this that I wish that we had some muggle stuff as this
is the times when I wish that we had some movies to watch while indulging in
the comfort food. Something I really wish I could do with my mother but the
less said on that the better…”
Entering the room with
chocolate presented outstretched to Penny, Dora entered the room with
determination showing in her steps. She knew that she would need to cram her
studies and work her ass off to get done before the train was due, but it would
be worth it to help out her friend. At least that was her conscious and central
reasoning. Now as for Dora’s own desires there was more to it. Since her
reawakening, Dora had been having a minimum of a few releases daily and this
sudden dry spell was very trying in its own way.
After looking at how
miserable Penny had looked in the commons, she had squashed the notion of
cornering Penny and channeling her frustration to her own ends by her almost
Hufflepuff loyalty to her friends. It had been a very near thing though. Still
she knew that as long as she didn’t have something stronger than butterbeer
with the chocolate and comfort foods that she should be fine. She didn’t need
to finally taste what she had barely managed not to explore the past few times.
At least that is what she told herself as she stomped those thoughts out.
“Sorry for acting like that,”
Penny demurred after curling like a cat on her bed and eating some of the
chocolate. “It just has been a very bad day and that boy… well he just was the
last straw!”
“Wish you were an animagus
like McGonagall,” Tonks said as she settled down next to her. “Then you could
crawl into someones lap and just relax with a good petting. No worries about
school or boys…”
“Yeah,” Penny said around the
mouthfuls of chocolate she was eating in even if it was not meant to be
enticing fashion. “No worries would be nice. Eat when you wanted to, do what
you want to and get lots of attention. It would be the perfect life…”
“It would be nice not having
any worries and being taken care of,” Dora said with a wistful smile as she
reflected on her experience. “Still it wouldn’t be all fun and games. One could
say that the good does out way the bad though. All that and merely needing to
behave like a good pet…”
“Why would you spank me if I
misbehaved?” Penny asked jokingly. “What would you do if I liked it?”
“Oh punishments for
misbehavior would be a given,” Dora conceded. “Still if you really liked it
than wouldn’t it be more of a punishment if you weren’t spanked?”
“I guess you would be right
if that was someone’s button,” Penny said as she closed her eyes and let the
chocolate melt down her throat flowing from her warm moist tongue until she didn’t
taste it anymore. “Morgana knows what I would give for someone that could find
mine and keep pushing them.”
“Ah so there are more hidden
depths to explore,” Dora commented as she looked her friend over. “A shame that
you have yet to find a good boy or even girl if it came to that to at least
care more about satisfying you than their own wants.”
“So true,” Penny said with a
nod. “I really wish that I could find this curse I heard about.”
“Do tell,” Dora said as she
leaned closer. “One never knows when certain information could be useful though
it seems that so far I have yet to become involved with someone that would need
more than even the lightest of hexes.”
“Well I do hope that my
knowledge and experience would help those that come after me from avoiding the
pitfalls that I have fallen in,” Penny said with a frown as she reflected. “A
shame that I didn’t listen and go to one of the older girls at first; I guess I
was a bit too shy at the time. Though considering that I have conceded a bit of
information that the professors and parents would be upset for giving, I see no
problem in giving a little bit more.”
“What new nugget of wisdom is
there today oh honorary wiser and more experienced sister?” Dora asked as she
started to enjoy her own chocolate which she neglected to check had like
Penny’s a very tasteless amount of inebriating liquid mixed into it. “I do hope
it is as helpful as the rest has been. Still it is better than mum! Really lay
back and think about queen and country when you get married. What was she
thinking?”
“Who knows exactly when we
became more prudish than the muggles?” Penny asked in response. “A shame that
Binns is still around or we could get someone with more than goblins on their
mind. Some of the old magics looked quite fun to use from what little I have
been able to find outside the restricted section. Problem is that it would ruin
almost any girl’s image to ask for permission to access such books. Hell I have
been tempted to find a group or someone to escort me into the less savory areas
where such books are available. Having to go to muggle stores to get such
things is quite annoying.”
“I cannot wait till I can
find a way to be completely outside mother’s clutches,” Dora said with a sigh.
“Still I might be able to help you with that. I cannot promise anything but
there are some connections that I have acquired that are more than able to
acquire such things.”
“So what do you want in
trade?” Penny asked as ideas for ways to get that book came to her mind. “Even
among friends one doesn’t do something without knowing that at least a favor
will be owed. Let’s say I could ensure that the prefects avoided certain areas
at certain times would that be a suitable trade?”
“Yes it would be,” Dora said
with a grin at a way to get around sneaking about. “So tell me what kind of
curse you seem to be avoiding telling me about?”
“Ah considering what that ass
did it is quite suitable,” Penny said as if about to tell a very important
secret. “I would like a way for me to ensure that he doesn’t and any other
future lover would keep leaving me high and wet. So a curse or jinx if its
applicable to prevent him from a few barely stimulating minutes before he pulls
his pants and leaves just because he already came would be nice.”
“I may know of something like
that,” Dora said with a wince as she recalled the curse she was under. “It
prevents either male or female from achieving release when certain limitations
are set. I do think that I hope I never need to use something like that so that
a boy makes sure I get at least one cum out of an encounter.”
“We all wish that and Merlin
help any woman that gets one that actually seems to enjoy pleasing a woman,”
Penny said with a remorseful sigh. “I know that if or more hopefully when I can
find or train a guy like that I would take almost anything even some nasty
spell damage to keep him in that circumstance.”
“A shame that men like that
seem rare and even rarer in our world,” Dora said with a pause. “Merlin, give
me strength if I find one here. I likely would forget myself and draw attention
on myself if that was the case.”
“I know I likely would,”
Penny confided. “Even in that case I would be grateful for whatever he did not
to let the word out. I may be shocked but if I risked such a mutually
beneficial arrangement I wouldn’t even complain if I got spanked until my ass
was raw. It would teach me that risking a good thing by constantly doing it
would be a bad idea.”
“Yeah I would likely do that
to,” Dora said not letting on that was the case already for her. “So is there
any other advice to help train and keep a good man?”
“Well first of all boys
especially here seem to think that heaven is a hand job,” Penny said with a
snort. “Sure having a different hand does make it feel better, but one of the
most useful things in keeping a guy that I learned from some muggles is the
blowjob. Well that and almost all men especially our ages seem to be fascinated
by our tits. Let me rephrase that; all boys will most likely be drawn to three
areas of a girl’s body, those being her tits, ass and legs as they look. Most
of them cannot seem to deal well with our most sensitive areas. So it is likely
that using one of those things will keep a guy or at least his cock interested.
Now like hand jobs there are a variety of ways to finish. Either letting him
cum over your hand or more often on your face are both options. When your
braless and letting them look at as one short term interest called the twins
you can do that or let them go on them. It feels a bit like warm oil is sprayed
on them. Though once your mouth is in play you can add that as well. Now relax
as there is a good deal more to this…”
Dora nodded her head and
settled down to listen even as they both continued to savor their chocolate.
While some of it she had already experienced with both Harry and Hermione, she
realized that there was more to it and even if the pair were somewhat
experiences here was a ready source to expand on. Besides she was helping her
friend and getting the chance to be the younger sibling. Her life would have
been so easier if she had confided more in the Prefects when she had started.
In the course of their talk, Penny
had moved about enough for her clothes to have drawn up. This had shown her
lack of certain attire in part in preparation for her other segment of her post
disaster date plan. She had been planning to mope about for a while before
driving it out of her system with some wand work. She had, thankfully for the
present Tonks, replaced her long period of sobbing with sniffles and chocolate.
As the two were commiserating about the lack of most of the men being worth
knowing let alone dating, Penny had the bad luck to have some of the slowly
melting chocolate fall from her spoon. Ss she moved it towards her mouth, the
chocolate had fallen off and landed to her shock, both at where it landed and
the effect it had.
Penny had been worked up from
her date or sort of encounter with the man she still wouldn’t confide in to
Dora. While her date had failed to do more than warm her up for a proper
encounter before creaming his pants in disappointment leaving her unfulfilled
and irritated, Penny was still somewhat at least physically and mentally
prepared or preparing for some stimulation. The sudden contact of cool to cold
chocolate ice cream to her warm skin would have normally caused a shudder, but
this time it landed against a part that was far warmer and caused far greater
of a shudder.
“Allow me,” Dora managed to
say as her eyes were locked onto the sight. “It would be a shame to let that go
to waste…”
Penny was however expecting a
sudden finger to scoop up the fallen chocolate and had hoped that the finger
would explore a bit. She was not ready for Dora to just as her hand came in
contact with her thigh extend her tongue to attempt to lick the chocolate up. That
Dora’s tongue seemed to spread the chocolate around requiring more time licking
the area clean was doing a good job of suddenly distracting Penny.
“Oh!” Penny managed to say
before blinking unbelieving at the sight before her and thinking, ‘This cannot
be real. This is just another one of those odd dreams again. Still it feels
quite real, but so have a number of my rather enjoyable fantasies lately.’
“Don’t worry,” Dora said
looking up as she reluctantly lifted her tongue from where she was contemplating
the mixing of flavors. “I’ll just have to make sure that I get all of it…”
Penny was unsure what she was
referring to with that statement. Wither it was chocolate or some of the other
juices was not something that she was ready to contemplate. All that mattered
was that after the earlier disaster, she was likely once more fantasizing about
the third year that could do things that, sadly made her have to defend herself
lest she be oft used as a living sensual and sexual plaything. Really the odds
of any of these encounters being more than an overactive imagination and her
own need for someone to help her find some relief was unlikely.
Opening her mouth to
encompass the entirety of the area the chocolate had been spread across; Dora
began to trail her tongue over the area while she applied suction to aid in the
cleaning. That it was causing Penny to make some rather happy sounds was merely
incidental even if it was rather enjoyable. Eagerly Dora moved her tongue to
find every drop of chocolate from around Penny’s mound before she began to lick
along the excited and parted slit.
“Oh! Dora,” Penny said as the
slowly approaching tongue stopped teasing her in its approach, “that feels so
good! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
Taking this as a definite
confirmation that Penny was willing for more than just allowing her to have the
chocolate that her friend had spilled, Dora started to slowly work her way
inside. Even as she was doing so, Dora had her eyes closed from savoring the
peculiar mix that was Penny and chocolate. Unlike some in this situation, she
hadn’t just shoved her tongue inside Penny. In fact, Dora had been treating it
like a slowly deepening kiss even if her lips were spread far from being able
to place kisses along the way.
‘Hmm,’ Dora thought as she both
tasted the mixing and stirred it more. ‘Maybe next time I should slowly
approach with kisses as that would be almost more seductive? Ooh I really
should try this again and Penny does need a good washing off…’
Slowly she worked her tongue
past the now open and willing lips to taste her friend directly. Sure she had a
taste when she had licked the wand her friend had used to screw herself with
clean, but it was not quite the same. Still this time she was able to use both
her own experience receiving and giving such actions to try and explore this
new part of their friendship. Besides Dora was well aware that she owed her
friend a very large debt as if it had not been for her advice she would have
still been resisting any attention. For a moment Dora was aware that if she had
not had her encounter with her keepers, she likely would have been so
frustrated and repressed that she would have done anything the first person to
get her off said. It would have made her recent disaster seem tame. So in a way
she felt obliged to Penny as well, Dora realized that she likely would have
been willing and eager for any and all sexual gratification.
‘I can just see it now,’ Dora
thought as she realized how dangerous it would have been. ‘I would have been
like the school broom with anyone and everyone taking me for a ride. Now while
the idea of near constant sexual contacts would have likely resulted in
frequent bouts of filthy fucking where I came like a Knut whore acted like, I
would have neglected everything until someone took possession of me. I guess
that it just happened without the dismal opinions and being tossed out of the
house that would have elicited.’
Even as she was thinking,
Dora had started licking inside of Penny’s wet and open lower lips. She had
traced along the whole of her friend’s entrance even as she teased up, down and
around in slowly deepening circuits. Her arms had long since moved to prevent
Penny from accidentally clamping shut around her head. That it allowed her
hands to tease Penny was just an added bonus in her mind. Having learned to
tell more about reactions by body motions than just visuals, Dora was able to
focus on some of the other signs that Penny was truly enjoying her
ministrations and that, regardless of the fact that there was little to no
chocolate that had escaped her searching tongue, she should continue her
actions.
“Fuck me!” Penny said more in
shock than request when Dora’s tongue started to dip and dart inside her. “O… O…
Oh!”
Dora however took that not as
shock, but as a request for some more attention. Her hands wandered over the
exposed skin of her friend as she leaved caresses and fresh shivers in her
wake. Her mouth was attached to her friends bucking, writhing and twitching
form even as her tongue had long since lost any subtlety as it slithered around
the grasping embrace of her friend’s sex. Dora was humming even as her tongue
vibrated inside the moving drawing enticement as it slowly started to require
her to swallow from how readily Penny was flowing.
“Yes!” Penny shouted as she
tensed up under Dora’s eager and overwhelming ministrations. “It’s been… too
damn long! Making do with fingers and wand has been… frustrating… especially
when my damn dates… seem to have no staying power or willingness for… more!”
Penny had afterwards spent
the past few minutes under enough ministration that, if Dora had asked, she
would have been rather hard pressed to recall she had been on a dismal date let
alone who it had been with. As it was Penny was for the first time in too long
not purely autoerotic in her stimulation, currently she was experiencing far
more stimulation than her vibrating and penetrating wand had been supplying her
with. Currently her mind was unable to form any coherent thoughts do to the thorough
fucking Dora’s tongue was providing in addition to the blood being drawn there
do to suction as well as her arousal.
‘God I wish I could be coming
like this,’ Dora thought as she felt her tongue stretching Penny to accommodate
it. ‘Still I deserve the punishment I received as much as Penny needs a reward
for suffering so much. I do wonder why she doesn’t just convince the idiot to
actually become useful. Really it was bad enough the last time we talked with
leaving after a quick grope and creaming of his pants without any care for her,
but it seems that he is likely someone that would go straight from fondling to
pathetic thrusts for a minute before wandering off.’
Dora was, while under her
cursed punishment not able to achieve her own release without someone else’s
helping, quite able to come close and had been wishing for something to push
her over. As it was, Dora was pouring her own needs into her actions with Penny.
That Penny herself had been having merely easing orgasms instead of mind
shattering ones had let Dora push her over and over again. Dora had become used
to giving and receiving until it physically hurt for more stimulation. It was
with this mindset that she kept driving Penny to quite verbal and animalistic
cries until all that was left of her friends ability to respond was shuddering
and squeezing down when she climaxed. Well there was one last hurrah though.
“Dora!” Penny shouted as she
almost bucked her lover off her sex. “Morgana! Cuming!”
Dora only released Penny when
she was whimpering do to oversensitivity from all the direct stimulation she
had been receiving. Once she had released her lips and removed her tongue from
her target, Dora slithered her way up while gently calming Penny down. Sure she
stopped to get a few responses from kissing, touching and nibbling on her way
up, but that was normal. As soon as she had reached close enough to gently
touch Penny’s face, Dora gently and carefully touched her friends face. She was
still mouthing Dora’s name even as she was panting as she recovered.
“Shush Penny,” Dora said as
she slowly traced the tears that had flown when her eyes had started to water. “I
wanted to do this…”
Dora stopped talking when she
kissed her friend from where she was resting against her. She gently pressed
her lips to her repeatedly. Smiling at her basking and flushed friend, Dora ran
her hand through the tussled and sprayed about hair of her newest lover. There
was a time for passion and there was a time for just being there. For these few
moments comfort was more important than carnal need, even given that Dora had
been closer to wanting to have almost anyone grant her relief. Too many months
had passed without even a day or night without at least one orgasm and
typically a number of them. If it had not been for their earlier seduction and
it ramping her up and having to wait for any relief, she did not think that she
would have been able to go this long without any release.
“You’re my friend, Penny,”
Dora said from where she watched the afterglow linger. “If it hadn’t been for
you, I would have been in even a worse mess than I am now.”
“What you mean?” Penny slurredly
asked. “Hmm comfy….”
“You helped me out in undoing
my mother’s attempt to make me sexless,” Dora said before leaning over and
kissing Penny gently even as her tongue darted inside. “I found someone and
they wouldn’t be upset with this as you are a friend and you were in need.”
“Thank you,” Penny said as
she felt her friend nuzzle against her.
“No, thank you,” Dora said as
she lay their next to her feeling the curse keep her from coming down from her excitement.
Dora stayed silent as she lay
there even as her fingers slowly caressed her friend’s body. As much as she
wanted to crawl down, spread her legs and ravish her until she called her name;
Dora was willing to wait for her to recover. A little nap and they would see
where they were. Dora did shudder and sigh when Penny’s hand mistook her sex
for her own.
‘At least this will help me
not to jump her later,’ Dora thought as she closed her eyes and allowed the
fingers to play her. ‘Well not jump her and fumble about like an amateur. I
wonder if she will be willing to let me fuck her since she was so kind to
offer.’
*******************
Nothing really was as it
seemed and despite even how somewhat normal they seemed even they had secrets.
Surrey had lots of secrets and it was not just the deviants that dwelt in
Little Whinging that had a corner on that market. In a rather affluent
neighborhood there was a family with several secrets of their own.
The two in particular were
worried about how their daughter would react to their own hidden secret. Oh
they were rather open to their daughter’s newly understood gift, but theirs was
less wholesome in general. They already had thought of several things to say to
allow there open minded and far less stifled daughter to understand some of
their less than ordinary quirks. They were dentists after all and some of their
things while having potential for such use was more often used for their own
entertainment.
They were both aware that,
despite things like women’s liberation, the end of slavery and other such
social revolutions, things had not entirely changed over the years. Despite all
the best intentions people were xenophobic of anything outside their comfort
zone. Both had grown up in the turbulent sixties and seventies where upheaval
was common. The Cold War had not been the best of situations and despite the
most lack of direct war certain sentiments held. Anything deviant was taboo and
anything that brought inquiry could get one suspected of sympathy for the
opposition. Anyone with any inclinations that were not viewed as wholesome and
normal had been likely to be outed and mistook for enemy agents. Well not
specifically, but still it had not been as tolerant an age as some had been espousing.
Vincent had not been in the
military despite what some people believed. No that would have been too normal
for him when he had been in his rebellious phase. Still he had ended up through
a series of bad incidents with a cover of official military service and a
government tab to go to college. He had, for reasons he would never publically
state, chosen to become a dentist. June had met him there and the two had hit
it off. It had been through a series of near death accidents that led to them
confessing to each other some of their inclinations.
While it had not been the
official army or military for that matter, Vincent had come to need structure
in parts of his life. June had her own issues and oddly their relationship grew
from there. Oh they acted like normal couples to outsiders, but to each other
there was more to it than June running things. In short June was in charge and more
the better for them. It was still a time of hedonistic tendencies without the
jading of the rise of new sexual diseases. Still they had their own demons to
bear and deal with.
History had a way of
repeating itself and the two had issues. They had been relatively unconstrained
in their relationship and both had been oddly pleased with the reactions they
had to their experimentation. Still they eventually ran across something that
ruined their mood and led them down a new path. They were sensualist and
sensory explorers; however, they upon seeing a scene that set them to violence
embarked on a similar hobby as their daughter and her associates had done.
“So you thought you could
escape?” June asked as she entered the room looking at the disgusting man
strapped to the chair. “You were starting to draw attention and lose control of
your vices again. Perhaps it would have been better to be caught by one of the
Inspectors. A shame you had to bring your depravity to our area.”
“Who are you? Why are you
doing this?” the man asked in confusion as he saw the disguised woman. “I did
nothing to you!”
“No, you didn’t,” Vincent
admitted as he stepped out of the shadow with his own concealed form. “Still
you came a bit too close to causing harm to our daughter so we will make this a
bit more… special.”
“You didn’t do that good of a
job in covering up your indiscretions I believe some would say,” June said with
a drawl as she brought out a tray of tools. “Now you need to understand a few
things.”
“Yes there are some things
you need to get to grasp the situation,” Vincent said with a smirk showing
through his mask. “You are in a sound proof room. No one knows where you are
and no one would miss you once you have disappeared. We are quite professional
so there is no risk that you would leave any evidence for people to track this
back to us.’
“What are you going to do,”
he asked in dread once he saw the archaic dental equipment, “torture me for
your own sick amusement?”
“No,” June said before
smiling nastily at the man. “That is just the bonus.”
“Actions have consequences,”
Vincent said as he opened up a manila folder. “Your actions in particular were
quite damning: child molestation, abuse, trafficking and murder to name a few
just to start. Really should have not saved the evidence. Still considering
that you had branched out into selling films as well as gaining enough of a
source that certain people were quite offended by your actions. Really should
have picked your victims better.”
“Yes, a snuff film featuring
one of the less savory syndicate’s beloved granddaughter being a victim of
repeated gang rapes before dying from both blood loss and shock would have made
your life less than worthless,” Jane said with a laugh. “Still you are a small
fish and we do need a bit of closure.”
“Bodies are a bit difficult
to get rid of,” Vincent admitted with a frown as he grabbed a pair of pliers
and tested it. “Well before we knew better that is. Nowadays one either passes
the body off as someone else and with some dental work a corpse become quite
the commodity though rumor has it that DNA sequencing will be better able to
identify things in the near future. It would be a bit late for you regardless.
Still one of the traditional methods work the best, a shame that one needs so
many pigs, but they do get the job done and the farmer saves on feed. It does
mean that we need to make sure that you don’t carry something to make the pigs
sick or injure them.”
“Yes,” June said as he
checked the security of the straps. “That would cause ever so much trouble.”
“You’re insane,” he said in
denial. “You’re both insane.”
“Perhaps,” June admitted with
a cock to the head. “Regardless we will have our fun done before then.”
“You really should know
better than to insult a lady,” Vincent said as he went to work. “I do hope your
screams can sooth what your actions have caused.”
With that said Vincent began
to remove some of his teeth without anesthetic. He struggled from where he was
strapped to the chair. He ignored the strong of insults to both of them for a
time before one in particular got his attention.
“I am no whore,” June stated
as she delivered a sharp jab to his kidneys. “Though you were willing to do
that to those under your guidance speaks ill of what little decency you may
have had. Be grateful that we are just starting and that my pet is quite able
to control himself otherwise you would be in far worse shape than you are as
yet…”
Once his insults and threats
failed to elicit more than their ire, he turned to pleading and begging. He had
been able to whore out more than a few of his charges after he had sampled
them. Thankfully he had been unconnected to any of the major or minor drug trafficking
concerns and thus the few living victims had one less hurdle in their attempt
to reacclimatize to the world. Still even that sort had some standards at the
moment or the older families did. They had heard of some upstarts making money
by popping in and holding up dealers before giving them a fatal sendoff so as
not to have anyone identify them. Crime was a profitable business and more than
one agent of internal or external matters had kept their cover through such
methods. Rumors of some of the old KGB and NKVD infiltrators had used such to
smuggle arms, people and information about.
“Really the thing you must
understand is that we would normally do this without charge,” Vincent admitted
with a chuckle. “You could say it is our hobby and the fact that for once we
are being rather gratefully paid to see to your punishment is a wonderful
bonus.”
“Yes we are being quite civil
so far,” June said with a glare. “Although you did come to close for our peace
of mind in targeting our daughter, and that is the only reason that we haven’t
already removed appendages.”
“Ah,” Vincent said as he
looked at the other tools there, “but the night is still young!”
“Oh God!” was the last
coherent thing he said before the pain began in earnest.
They were in a way quite displeased
to have found that Alice as well as her friend Anne had been far too close to
being victims of other such people. Well that they had been able to confirm
anyways. The two did wonder who was removing the predation from that area. This
was the second such person they had found getting too close to their daughter
for their peace of mind. Honestly the second that they had dealt with while
some mysterious other had dealt with the one that got away.
June did wonder if her niece
and her friend had been victims of someone already. Though the way they were
almost attached to that boy would need some scrutiny. It was an odd thing for
Hermione to make friends with a boy let alone one that seemed odd like that one
was. Thinking back most of the girls in the area had been different to him. He
was courteous to them, but didn’t seek them out. Oddly she wondered if he would
be Hermione’s first crush. She admitted to herself that she could do worse. She
did worry that her daughter took too much after her husband. Vincent was a
decent enough of a guy but even though she was in charge sometimes missed her
own experiences from the other side.
‘I really will need to have
more honest dialogues with her,’ June thought as she brought the hammer down on
another of the man’s toes. ‘She seems an odd mix of the two of us. She may like
to lead, but she would almost as soon meekly follow as well. Not that I love
Vincent any less for not being the best to satisfy those needs, but he is far
too submissive to properly take me. I cannot just act submissive to someone who
is not that dominant even if some of the games are fun even when he does things
I know I am in control.’
“So many bones to break,”
Vincent commented after once more preventing the man from biting his tongue
off. “Still I had best remove any more chances for you to cut that tongue of
yours. It wouldn’t do for you to bleed to death or drown before we are done.”
‘It has been a bit too long
since either of us indulged our violent tendencies so unconstrained,’ June
thought as she contemplated adding amputations to the scene. ‘We really need to
look a club up for some play. As much as I need to be in charge it has been too
long since I had someone take me by the hair and satisfy those impulses. At
least Hermione will not have issues coming to us in any questions that she has.
I nearly got in a bad crowd growing up do to not knowing about things and being
too proper to ask my family about it.’
Working over the sobbing man,
Vincent started to twist, break and mangle the teeth as he yanked them out. The
sudden jerking of the pliers caused him to let out a shriek of pain. As soon as
he was back to sobbing, June brought her hammer back to break another toe. So a
pattern of tooth, sob, toe, sob and repeat began. Once he ran out of toes, June
went to the fingers with glee as they splintered and puncturing the skin. It
was painful and bloody, but it was not fatal or able to knock him out.
So the two worked their way
through his available teeth fingers and toes, each timing it right to extend
his suffering as well as their entertainment. Even with slowing things down to
twist and wrench his teeth out in as painful a manner as possible while June
worked through each bone in his digits, they soon ran out of their first choice
in administration. There were more than enough bones for June, but Vincent had
run out of teeth. The man almost counted himself luck and believed they were
done when he had a moment of reprieve.
‘OH god!’ he thought sobbing
as he could not move to say anything do to the damage inflicted on his mouth.
‘I don’t want to die, but I don’t want this to go on. Why can't they be like
most killers and be done with it when they slit or break a neck, shoot or stab
the heard or brain, crack a skull or something else at least somewhat quicker
and less painful. Dying by slow blood loss is becoming likelier and they are
making sure that I do not pass out.’
“Now this is going to be
quite painful,” Vincent said before the silence was cut off by a quick whirl as
he turned to face him, “but we need to make sure that you don’t get any more
infections than necessary. It wouldn’t do to have people investigate why the
local butcher had an outbreak in his pork.”
His gurgling scream of pain
was mixed with the sound of the dentist drill cleaning out the now empty
sockets. It was such a soothing sound that June sat back and listened to it
almost drifting off from how it relaxed her. It was a shame that they couldn’t
keep a copy of an audio recording of this. It would have been a nice relaxation
tape. Her current one of a few demonstrations was good enough she supposed. A
shame this was too delicate or she would have spent the time working some of
his other bones over. Soon they would have to be careful not to cut things
short.
‘He is quite lucky that his
eye missed Hermione,’ June thought as she listened to her husband’s musical
performance for her. ‘I do believe we would have seen how far dismemberment he
could live through if that was the case, although it would have been a
therapeutic family bonding torturing him together. Still I don’t think we
should introduce Hermione to this just yet. Perhaps explain a bit more about
our lifestyle considering she is at that age.’
“Beloved,” Vincent said as he
reached down and pulled June into a hug. “As much as you enjoyed my
performance, I would like to see you happy in your playtime. Besides it is
always fun to see you enjoying your art…”
“Of course, my darling one,”
June said with a flourish as she turned to the man. “Now I do hope you
appreciate all the effort we are taking here. Normally we would just extract
your teeth and break most of your bones. Sadly this time is going to be a bit
more agonizing…”
Twirling her hammer in her
hand as she let it spin around effortlessly, June went to work bringing her arm
to deliver a full length arm stroke down onto the man’s right forearm. As his
arm was secured to a stiff arm rest there was nowhere for the force to be
dissipated except into his arm. The site where she brought the hammer down was
immediately bruised even as the bone underneath snapped under the force
applied.
“One,” June said with a smirk
visible through her mask as she twirled the hammer like a baton. “One less
victim for you at least.”
With that said, June let the
hammer twirl to land in her left hand. Once she closed her hand around the
handle of the hammer she raised her left art up and brought it down on his
right forearm. She watched as the blow landed between the bones with force to
pulp the muscle and it was the expanding muscle that injured the bones. There was
a savage glee emanating from June at this.
“Two,” June said almost
giggling in glee. “Twice you came too close to a member or our family.”
On it continued as she
counted off bones with the ribs in particular being damaged in ways that didn’t
damage the lungs to prolong the game; snapping the legs, demolishing the shins
and dislocating the thighs were some of the more memorable moments for June as
she went to work. Still each motion was measured and each action designed to
extend the cathartic game, June had long practiced her craft and was as good at
this as dentistry. For a moment she recalled the last time anyone had called
her cursed birth name.
‘Juniper,’ June thought in
disgust. ‘What the hell were those proto hippie beatniks thinking with that name?
The only kids I knew had it worse were… what Moonbeam and Sunflower? Happy feely
peace lovers would let fuckers like this walk or maybe go to jail. They didn’t get
that some people need to be removed from existence and yet not go so far as to
purge or cleanse with those issues. I get the distaste for violence after the
war, but to go so far as denying that violence is a resort was too far in one
extreme.’
Vincent was watching this as
he marveled at how gorgeous June looked like this. The last time he had seen
her this pissed was when they had been separated for a time with work
preventing them from meeting. She had ended up going into an alley and he had
taken the same to try to catch up to meet her in time. A dumb wannabe punk had
been planning a snatch and grab, but made the mistake of voicing his plan to
have a little fun with the pretty rich lady. The poor bastard hadn’t stood a
chance. That was the last time he had gotten to watch her beat a man to death. It
was odd that instead of clutching himself in sympathy when she ground her heals
into his just repetitively rabbit kicked groin, which he had almost moaned out at
the passion he had seen.
That she had turned from her
victim and taken him into a searing kiss had not helped matters at the time. Still
both of them knew that even if the coppers were less than interested in
investigating what the disrespectful concerns did to one another, someone would
be interested in why the boy got offed and even if it would have been ruled a
crime of passion neither wanted to have that bandied about. They both knew that
she had issues and that working them out would be complicated. Neither of their
pasts had been that good and each had enough emotional baggage to almost ruin
any relationship or at least any normal one.
‘Christ on a crutch,’ Vincent
thought with a wide eye as he reminisced and compared. “I thought she looked
like a dark queen back then. Now she looks like a dark goddess that could make
a man cream himself with a look. It’s a shame that we have to be in such form
concealing clothes but better not take any chances.’
He was right that even if the
clothes they were wearing covered their skin it was clingy enough to make some
things out. Still he was more entranced by the way she was moving and how the
sap was responding. She had already worked through his arms and legs as well as
his ribs. It was a shame that they couldn’t do this in some way to leave the
spine accessible at the moment. Still in spite of that June was not quite done
yet.
“Bit more old man,” June
confided to the wheezing form. “I really wanted to see what this will do.”
As soon as she stepped back
from her whispering, June brought the hammer down a bit close to one of the few
neglected areas, his groin. She made care to avoid the soft tissue for the
moment and did a left right with a spin to each side to break as much of his
pelvis as possible. She went in a slow pattern demolishing the available space
until all that was left was the finisher. The number of nerves there were many
and a hammer would bruise and liquefy the muscle with enough force.
It was gruesome, but June
finished emasculating him to a pulp. She did think that he was lucky that he hadn’t
shown any interest in Hermione at the time. He had been more eager with the even
more dissocial and ostracized. Sure she had been somewhat of a loner, but they
showed up in her life more than some parents did. Well it was more that while
Hermione was a late bloomer she had done a fabulous job in not showing her
development off like some of her peers.
“Don’t worry,” June said as
Vincent moved and unstrapped him before letting his body fall to the floor. “It
is almost over…”
As soon as he was set on the
ground with his back exposed, June struck with a flurry of moves. It was like firecrackers
exploding as she rapidly cracked and smashed her way down the spine. A whispered
thought passed through her mind as she felt a sudden thrill of hope that she
could someday share this with her daughter. For some reason, she realized that she
had never felt a need to interrogate her daughter as well as niece’s mutual
friend. A part of her recalled dimly that she had been somewhat relieved with
the knowledge that her little girl was not alone at boarding school.
‘Though now that I think
about it,’ June thought as she turned her mind to some of the inconsistencies
she now recalled, ‘there is something about him that is somewhat unsettling. Oddly
enough the number of our marks has practically gone to zero in Little Whinging.
The way that he walks as well as how Alice and her friend Anne do as well… Could
it be that they have embarked on this path as well? Alice seems to take after
me in a way with how Anne reacts to her presence and yet they both act somewhat
passive to Harry. He went missing and she started to act confident. Now all I
have to do is to figure this out without risking their reactions. Meh I can
think about this and decide how to best investigate this when they come home
for Christmas; I still have a little bit more play time with the stiff and then
I can work out with a different stiff…. Heh… heh… I do hope that I don’t have
to deal with Hermione shrieking in indignation when she realizes that unlike some,
Vincent is not one to stray and actually satisfies me.’
In part to banish the distraction
from her enjoyment, June returned to her game. Vincent was ignoring the odd
humming and rather horrible attempts to rhyme that his love was doing. He loved
her and she was musical in the bedroom, but she could not sing unless she was
very excited. He didn’t know why but that seemed to sooth her keening warbling
into a honey like sweetness. She could cackle, laugh and do other horrifying
things and sound damn sexy when she did so, but unless she was in the middle of
something blatantly sexual her singing voice was like cats screeching.
Sadly they had learned firsthand
that Hermione was the same way. He shuddered as he recalled the nightmare that was
the school recital. They had both reluctantly agreed with the teachers that Hermione
could perform in such things with an instrument. At least with an instrument, their
darling daughter was not tone deaf. He also knew that the one way that June had
gotten through any singing would not work for Hermione or would get them in
trouble for even suggesting it.
‘Sure our daughter has a
great singing voice,’ Vincent imagined saying. ‘Oh what’s the secret you ask?
Why all we have to do is have this vibrator set on low and she is good to go. Prudes
would have us locked up and the key chucked in the sea if we even joked about
that. Personally I am damn glad that June is around for such conversations as
while I may not be that squeamish about such things there are things as a
father that I do not want to know. It will be bad enough reconciling the normal
fatherly impulses with our lifestyle without other complications. Still regardless
of what choices she makes in the future, I can only hope that she is happy like
any other parent hopes for their child; however, I would be more than willing
to grab anyone that truly hurts her for our own restitution.’
Having made her way through
most of the bones present in the human body, June took a step back to survey
her handiwork. It was a gruesome sight to most, but she felt the soothing
comfort of satisfaction as she looked at the battered form before her. I very
small part of her whispered that they should have hung him in the dungeon and
flayed the flesh off, but she squished that down. It would be far too easy to
accidentally kill someone, have them pass out in that circumstance, or do
something else to sadly cut short the game. She made a mental note to look up
magical healing methods to allow her to truly find the limits of the scum’s
resolve.
“So I think this was a very therapeutic
time,” June said with a sigh as she stretched and did some slow motions to cool
down so she wouldn’t cramp up. “Still if you had touched our family we would
need to pump some expensive medicines in you to stretch this out appropriately.
Well that and to cauterize the wounds so you didn’t die of blood loss too soon.
Oh yes one last thing…”
That last thing was enough to
cause him to gargle before spasming in pain once more. Sure she had broken
every bone in his body, repeatedly stomped his groin and pretty much made him a
broken bruised near corpse, but she had neglected one area in her methodical
working over of his body. As that spot was the only one not still throbbing in
some sort of pain, that spot was also now the most sensitive in addition to it
being rather sensitive in the first place.
Taking a step back, June had
given almost a running kick to the spread-eagled body going right between the
legs and striking low before twisting up. The spot with some of the more
numerous nerve clusters was struck with even more force than any of her hammer
strikes. Considering that June could get a decent hang time whenever she had nutted
the odd overeager suitor let alone any less well intentioned person, there
should be little shock that he slid a bit when she hit that oversensitive bit
of skin before almost shoving her shoe too far in her swing. It was only though
the years and the number of brutal things that Vincent neither shivered nor
felt his stomach even quiver from the sight.
“Well that looks like it is
it,” Vincent commented as he felt the last spasms of the man or body before him
as he was pretty much a goner at this point. “Clean up and disposal and then
what?”
“What else?” June asked with
a laugh. “I can see how eager you are and you can tell I am as well. Once he is
gone, I plan on seeing how long it takes before neither of us can move.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,
mistress,” Vincent said with a grin. “Glad that laundry is tomorrow…”
“Laundry is always tomorrow,
pet,” June said as she removed her blood splattered clothes. “We have always
needed to change the sheets and I do believe that tonight’s are going to be
quite pungent and soaked.”
Nodding his head at that,
Vincent went off to dispose of all the evidence. It wouldn’t do for either of
them to get caught especially now that it would worry Hermione. Still he was
going to be busy tonight. He wondered if life could get any better. He had a
loving wife and lover who met his somewhat eccentric needs and a daughter with
a bright future on her hands. He ignored the rather comfortable home and
lifestyle they could afford as that was just window dressing. Part of him, well
the part that was not influenced by the instinctive who could ever be worthy of
my daughter impulse, hoped that Hermione would be in as happy and enjoyable a
relationship as he was.
Vincent made his way to the
location and dropped the paralyzed but barely alive man there. As he was unable
to be moved, the man was quickly eaten alive by the pigs. For a moment he
wished that they could have buried the man alive with maggots and the like to
feast on him, but that would have raised chances of him surviving. He did have
a very passionate woman to get back to and as the owner appreciated some extra
feed for his animals there was little worry. He knew the man did the same when
he got rid of his own loose ends, but as neither infringed on the others
interests they were happily coinciding. He even recalled helping a few yardies
fake some bodies for the man. He was a bit brutal but they both knew better
than to do anything to get in the man’s debt.
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