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Engineering Doll Making	By : Dragon_Ruler_06 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 51029 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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CHAPTER WARNING: TORTURING MALE VICTIM – IF SQUEAMISH ABOUT SAID TORTURE, SKIP AHEAD TO LAST CHAPTER BREAK!!!
Disclaimer: Don’t own Harry Potter. If I did, Harry would not have gone for Ginny.
Here the Chapter Starts
Wrists bound by his belt. Her tie wrapped around her neck and connected to a rod on the floor, keeping her upper half low to the floor. Her breasts pressed down into the stone as her buttocks was high in the air. Her fishnet top dug into her skin at the pressure, the stone once cold now matching her body heat, but the air was still cold to her naked lower half. Ropes were tied around her knees, keeping her legs apart.
Between her legs knelt the Engineer, his tongue and fingers playing with her slick and dripping entrance. He not only loved the feel of her breasts in his hands, but he could not get enough of her scent and flavor. Every chance he could get when he wasn’t pushing for information about her work, he would enjoy these things about her.
His tongue darted inside, wiggling around before retreating, pulling more of her fluids out with it. "Please," she breathlessly begged. He watched her walls twitch, wanting to grab something. "I need it, Engineer… Please… I need your cock… Your cum inside me…"
"Whatever my dear wants," he chuckled, his lips and chin coated with her juices. "But first, tell me who touched you."
"He didn’t pass clothes, I promise," she replied.
"Be that as it may, you are mine," he told his Doll Maker. "Now, who touched you? Hm? Who had the gall to grab your breasts when they are mine to hold?!" He slapped her left cheek, making her cry out at the sting.
"Zabini!" she answered. "It was Zabini! He’s been staring at me for weeks! I didn’t want to bother you…"
"Oh, my dear little Doll Maker," he cooed, climbing over her body until his lips were next to her ears. "It is no bother to me to assert my claim. It is of no bother to me to teach others that they can’t have you." He kissed her shoulder, then made his way down her spine. "Now that I know, I will do the first part." He thrust into her, earning a sharp cry at the fast and hard entry. Not allowed any time to adjust or recover, he pulled back out then shoved inside just as quickly.
Saliva dripped from her lips as she cried in pleasure, the feeling of him inside her more mind-blowing when he ‘asserts his claim’. She could feel his balls slapping against her with each thrust, his nails digging into her skin and leaving angry red marks. He grunted and groaned above her, growling out ‘Mine’ often. "Yours," she agreed. "Only yours! Only your cock! Your seed inside! Only you!" She moaned loudly at his continued assault. "It feels so good! I must have your cum inside me! I have to be filled with your semen! Swell my womb with your child!"
"Tempting," he growled, his speed increasing until it lost its rhythm, turning into mindless rutting as her words changed to babbles. Her walls tightened around him. The Engineer suddenly threw his head back and roared, emptying himself inside her passage as she climaxed. The Doll Maker smiled at the feel of the hot fluid flowing through her, spilling into her waiting womb. "No child yet, though," he said, pulling out of her. "Take your potion."
"Why not?" she asked as he untied her. "Am I not your perfect mate?"
"It would be suspicious, I believe," he answered, removing the tie from her throat. She thanked him with a lick along the soft cock hanging in front of her face. "Easy, or you’ll get hurt."
She giggled, finally able to push herself up so her breasts were pushed against the floor so painfully anymore. "I think I may like that," she challenged.
He grunted nonchalantly, standing then turning away from her to go to his little work area. Due to the Doll Maker’s inventions, she took up half their space in organized chaos. Limbs and pieces of her dolls were everywhere, some he wondered if they even belonged to the dolls she had the pieces with.
His own was a little neater, not having much for his own things. Wires, blades of different kinds, traps he already assembled and some still in progress. A bit further away were inventions of a larger proportion. Tools covered his wall, each section holding different types and sizes of the same tools. Grabbing his black slacks from his table, he slipped into the clothing. He could hear her putting her clothes back on behind him.
"Your potion," he reminded, earning an annoyed scoff from her before the sound of a vial being uncorked. Though his blindfold hid his eyes from others, he could still see through it. It would be useless if he worked blind, but his eyes are a dead giveaway if anyone saw him. It still helped his hearing sharpen as well.
His hands went from object to object in front of him, his mind listing off why he shouldn’t use certain ones on Zabini. Draw too much attention. Too large for one idiot. Too loud. Would kill him before the Engineer got his hands on him. Would leave too much behind. He looked from the small things to some of his bigger inventions, hearing the Doll Maker start working on one of her new dolls, one for Voldemort by the sounds of it. A grin made it way to his lips as he stared at one in particular. It was fast, able to catch its victim without either making a sound. Perfect.
"What do you have planned?" Doll Maker asked him.
He looked over his shoulder, seeing her leaning against her own workbench, her fishnet tight against her breasts enough for the nipples to peek out. Her legs were crossed, but the skirt was still so short, he could see the small nest of curls. If need be, she was ready for another round with him. Eagerly, by the looks of her.
"He’ll learn," he answered. "A lesson he won’t soon forget."
Two Days Later - Slytherin Dorm - Evening
Blaise Zabini smiled to himself, silently congratulating his latest conquest. Her first time belongs to him, like many before. Though he had one target in mind most of all. Hermione Granger, one of the Golden Trio, best friend to Harry Potter. Not only would it humiliate and utterly destroy her, but it would earn him some respect among Slytherin. A Mudblood, sure, but Harry Potter’s Mudblood. He would get that bookworm eventually.
He misjudged once before, and he won’t do it again. He had sex with Potter’s little blood traitor girlfriend, only to find out that most of the Slytherin boys did as well. Even Draco screwed her in a broom closet. Twice! No mess-ups this time. He already had a feel of her chest. And judging from the gasp she made when he did, she probably would not object to sex, if she hasn’t already.
So deep in his thoughts, Blaise did not notice the wire that was slowly wrapping around his ankle, about an inch above his skin. He did not see the form behind him until it was too late. Cloth was suddenly in his mouth, metal connecting together behind his head so the cloth could not be removed. The wire snapped tight around his ankle, drawing blood, before he was suddenly dragged onto the floor and around the couch.
It stopped dragging him, leaving him in front of a wall with shiny metal clinging to the ceiling above him. The wire was attached to a pulley, waiting to be wound even more as metallic branches tucked into the main body. Blaise managed to get to his feet, trying to run away, but the wire on his ankle gave a sudden jerk that caused him to fall to the floor, the impact to his head knocking him unconscious.
Slowly, the wire pulled his form upwards. When close enough, the branches emerged from the main body only to grab Blaise and hold him tight to it. Once he was secure, the unusual metal creation seemed to fade into the shadows, taking Blaise with it.
The Engineer watched with great pleasure as his invention brought the idiotic boy to him. Normally machines would explode or malfunction with magic. But his precious Doll Maker found a way for his machines to function, not with electricity, but with his own magic controlling it. As soon as he severed the bond between his invention and his magic, it would go dormant and motionless once again, remaining in whatever position it was in when he does sever.
Using his magic, he willed the machine to standing Blaise upright, still holding him tightly. Once it was in a good enough position, he broke the bond. Keeping it active would only ruin his focus. Approaching, he removed the gag that kept the boy silent during the abduction. For a moment, he considered using his wand for this lesson, but it wasn’t nearly as fun. So he removed it from his pocket and placed it on the table near all his blades.
"Mind if I watch?" his Doll Maker asked, fiddling with a small cloth doll in her hands.
"Be my guest," he answered, turning back around to Blaise. A few steps closer then his hand snapped out, slapping Blaise hard enough that he bit his lip. Blood was already seeping from the tiny wound.
He looked around, bewildered. It was dark and wet, a thin layer of water covering the floor. He felt the cold metal pressed against his back, knowing that the strange metal contraption from before had him now. Where it took him, he didn't know. And who hit him? His gaze finally focused on the two people in front of him.
One a girl, her long hair dark and tied into a ponytail with beads of various colors hanging on her blonde bangs. Her face looked as though she painted it with cream porcelain, her full lips a soft pink and her eye shadow nearly the same, only slightly darker. She wore a hot pink fishnet tube top, making her large, plump breasts very visible since she isn’t wearing a bra. Black, fingerless gloves covered her hands up to her elbows, thin needles and nails seemingly caught in the stitching. A black skirt covers her lower half to her thigh, but he could faintly see the thong underneath. Her socks are the same pink as her top, reaching above her knees, and sandals complete her attire.
The other a boy, roughly his age, wearing a black blindfold that covered his forehead even, pushing his dark hair upwards at the front to blend in with the spikes that is his hair. He wore no shirt, only a white vest that lacked sleeves, the collar folded around his neck. A gear hung over his chest by a thin silver chain wrapped around his throat. His slacks are a little loose on him, but not enough to drop unexpectedly. His feet are bare, but his hands are wrapped with wires, loose until he closed his hands, but not digging into his skin like it did Blaise’s ankle.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" he demanded. "What do you want?!"
The boy tsked at him, his finger waving side to side in front of his face. "Manners," he told his hostage. "I am the Engineer. And this lovely is my dear Doll Maker."
"You expect manners after you kidnap me?!" Blaise shouted, hearing his voice echo a bit.
"Not so loud," the Engineer told him softly. "You’ll wake my pet. She gets awfully hungry when she wakes up." He stood there for a minute, his head lowering then going back up as though he was looking Blaise over. "Yes, I think that will do nicely."
Holding his hands out, he focused his magic into the wires on his hands. Slowly, they came to life, dancing in the air before shooting to Blaise. One wire wrapped around his throat, others grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms outwards, the metal branches holding him only moving enough to pin him like that. With a jerk downwards, the wires around his wrists joined the others, tearing through his skirt and digging into his skin. A shout of pain erupted from him.
"Wimp," the Engineer muttered, the wire still around Blaise’s neck tightening lightly to silence him. "As much as I enjoy your screams, I don’t wish for such a headache or for my pet to wake and ruin my lesson."
"Lesson?" Blaise choked out, his skin paling from the lack of oxygen.
"You’ll kill him if you don’t let up," the Doll Maker reminded her lover.
The Engineer considered this for a moment before releasing the Italian’s throat with a flick of his finger. "Indeed," he agreed with a nod as he turned back to the table. "Now…your lesson, Mr. Zabini. Keeping your hands to yourself." He scooped up a handful of throwing knives, then picked one out of that hand with the other and started flipping it in the air. "Women are not here for your sexual deviance. They are not simply animals you can stick your cock into whenever you feel like it. Of course, while my Doll Maker loves it when I pin her down and have my wicked way with her, that doesn’t mean all girls do. And unlike you, should she say stop, I will."
He threw the knife. Blaise screamed as it embedded into his left hand. Blood poured from the wound, trailing down his arm while dripping off in some areas. The Engineer took another knife and started tossing it in the air.
"How many girls have you taken into dark rooms or closets? How much virginity have you stolen with flings? Last I heard, you just fucked a fourth year girl in the Potions Classroom on Professor Snape’s desk. Wonder where he was during that."
He threw the second knife. Another scream escaped the hostage when the blade was buried into his right hand.
"Not to mention your unnecessary touching," the Engineer went on, now flipping a third knife in the air. "Honestly, sneaking up behind a girl and grabbing her breasts is completely rude. Especially when she obviously has no interest in you!"
The third knife flew through the hair, landing in Blaise’s left shoulder. More pained sounds emerged from the Italian, tears pouring from his eyes.
"You’re how old again?" the other teen continued. "I heard you even took a second year into a bathroom and fucked her against the toilet. A second year. Twelve years old. How did that feel, Zabini? Knowing you just raped a child. Did you feel like a real man, your cock buried in that young girl’s pussy? Did you pat yourself on the back while she cried on the floor, your sperm spilling out of her?!"
The fourth knife was thrown, impact made in Blaise’s right shoulder.
"No, it’s not just your hands you need to keep to yourself," the Engineer muttered. "You need to learn much more than that. Maybe if you’re lucky, one of your flings ended up knocked up, thus continuing your line. If not, well…let’s just say you won’t be anymore."
He threw the other knives back onto the table, shoving them to the side to grab others. Two new knives in hand, he approached Blaise.
"Please, don’t," Blaise begged him. "I won’t touch another girl, I swear! Please! Just leave me alone!"
"How many girls have you raped begged you to stop?" the Engineered whispered into his ears before Blaise’s pants were suddenly removed from him. His cock hung limply between his legs, his breath quickening as he finally realized what this crazy boy was planning to do.
"I promise! I won’t touch another girl! Please! Please stop! Let me go!"
"Oh, Engineer," the Doll Maker moaned, one hand on her breast and the other fingering herself. "Watching you is making me so horny. Let me suck you as you punish the boy. Please?"
With a chuckle, the Engineer sat down in front of Blaise, his head at the same level as the frightened teen’s cock. "I suppose we should give him a show for his final erection."
With a bright smile and victorious cheer, the Doll Make crawled over to him as the Engineer sharpened his blades by swiping them against each other. She rubbed her face against his clothed crotch, breathing in the musky scent and feeling the dick under the fabric grow as she rubbed against it. Humming as he sharpened his blades, he smirked when he noticed the captive was already hardening from watching his Doll Maker’s antics.
Her fingers slipped into his waistband, pulling his slacks down enough for him to pop out, fully erection and waiting for attention. Blaise, despite the fear of what he knows is going to happen, couldn’t help but get turned on by the sight of this strange girl sucking on the crazy boy’s balls, rolling one in her mouth before dropping it and going to the other. By the time she was licking her way up the Engineer’s cock, he noticed that the other teen had stopped sharpening his blades.
His head was now tilted up at him, a grin dancing on his lips. Blaise was, unfortunately, fully erect. The Engineer’s hand twitched, sending a wire to fully wrap around his cock, the end of the wire entering through the slit. More screams tore through Blaise’s throat as the wire dug in.
The Doll Maker took the Engineer’s cock deep into her throat at the sound that drowned out her own moans.
"Just to keep that out of my way," the Engineer commented, grabbing onto Blaise’s scrotum. Slowly, he dug the tip of his knife into the skin and cut the sack open.
The screaming only made Doll Maker suck harder and faster, one hand fondling her breast and the other tugging on the Engineer’s sack. He could feel her moaning grow frantic.
The captive’s testicles hung from strips of flesh through the cut. Blaise whimpered as both were grabbed and cut off swiftly.
"Now, another part of the lesson," the Engineer chuckled, rolling the pair of testicles in his hand, the blood covering his palm and fingers. "Doll Maker, I need to stand."
She let out a disappointed moan as he rose to his feet, his cock slipping out of her mouth. Her saliva completely coated him, dripping from his tip into the water on the floor.
"Now, Blaise, I want you to learn one more thing," he told him lowly. Then he growled. "Learn what your seed tastes like when forced down your throat."
Resist as he might, Blaise couldn’t stop the Engineer from prying his mouth open and shoving Blaise’s own testicles into his mouth. He choked on them, tried to spit them out, but the hand covering his mouth prevented him.
"I don’t think he can taste it yet," the Doll Maker commented, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.
"I think you’re right, my dear," the other agreed before Blaise’s jaw was suddenly forced upwards, rupturing his testicles between his teeth and overflowing his mouth with blood and semen. Choking on the assault, Blaise’s head dropped and his mouth finally opened, the gathered blood, semen, saliva, and now vomit pouring from his mouth and onto the floor.
"Gross," the girl scoffed, jumping to her feet to avoid the puddle of bodily fluids.
"We’re not done punishing you yet, Blaise," the Engineer pointed out, running his thumb along the sharp edge of his knife. "Doll Maker, do you wish to continue or wait until I’m done?"
"Just don’t make me kneel in that," she gagged.
Positioning himself in front of the puddle, the Engineer focused his magic into one limb of his invention so he could lay back over it, keeping him from falling into the mixture and giving Doll Maker room to finish him. He spread his legs and Doll Maker quickly returned back to her former position, only both her hands were grasping him tightly and only his tip was in her mouth, licking his slit. Twitching his finger once again, the wire unwrapped from Blaise’s injured crotch. Blood dripped down from the sliced scrotum and from the lines all around the cut penis.
Grin back on his lips, the Engineer pressed the tip of his blade into the vein at the base of the shaft above him. A choked sob-scream mixture tried to show how much Blaise was hurting, but the low volume of it showed how damaged his throat was from earlier screaming.
Doll Maker swallowed the Engineer’s cock all the way to the base, her tongue licked the underside that throbbed as she continued her ministrations. She sucked hard as she pulled back then shoved the organ back into her mouth quickly.
Slowly slicing his way around the base, the knife tip started moving towards the lines made by the wire earlier. Once all the lines were connected, the Engineer started digging deeper into the cuts. Blaise squirmed and tried to get away, crying and yelling and begging for it all the stop. Blood poured like a waterfall.
The girl between his legs sucked harder, her hand pumping the bit of shaft that she doesn’t swallow to encourage his climax. Already she can taste his leaking fluids. It won’t be long for him now.
The Engineer forced himself to hold back as he cut through the flesh. When he was finally done, he released himself into the Doll Maker’s throat, feeling the muscles flex as she eagerly swallowed his load. Blaise Zabini was passed out, his blood flowing from the wound unhindered.
"I think we’re done here," he commented with a smirk, rising off the metal limb that held him and tossing the amputated penis to the side. The Doll Maker removed his softening cock from her mouth before kissing him fiercely, rubbing herself against his leg. Moaning, he pulled her onto his lap, lips still attached, as he fondled her breast with one hand and used his other to finger her with three digits. She wiggled and squirmed in his grasp, occasionally pulling away from his lips for a gasp of air before connecting once again. She moaned into his mouth, the heat pooling in her belly before it finally released. Her juices coated his hand, which he removed and held in front of her face. "Clean it," he ordered. With a smirk, she started to lick herself off of his hand, sucking on his fingers.
As she cleaned her mess off him, the Engineer focused his magic to make the machine take Blaise back to the dorm. If he bleeds to death, then so be it. The machine disappeared into a shadow, reappearing in the Slytherin dorm where it dropped Blaise onto the floor. The sound woke the other boys as the machine left.
Draco Malfoy was the first to turn on a light and look around. Then his eyes landed on his fallen friend. "Blaise!" he called, jumping out of bed and running over to him. So much blood on the floor, the Malfoy heir felt faint. Then he rolled Blaise over. Draco paled at the bloody mess he saw, then choked out, "Go get Professor Snape and the Headmaster!" Everyone was frozen from the sight until Draco snapped, "NOW!!"
Next Day – Gryffindor Boys’ Dorm
Harry couldn’t remember being so happy that Ron and the other boys left early for breakfast, especially without him. Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to do this right now. Hermione laid under him, her breast bouncing each time he thrust into her. Her breath gasped each time she tightened her legs around his waist, her ankles crossed. His lips wrapped around her teat, suckling on it before releasing it with a wet pop and moving to the next one to repeat the treatment.
Hermione’s nails dug into his back, trail downward only to reach back up to his shoulder to repeat its path. Sweat covered their bodies as their dance continued, her tight heat wrapped around his throbbing member. He could feel his climax approaching. Her as well with how often her walls would tighten around him.
"Cum in me," she begged him. "Oh please, cum in me, Harry! I need your cum! Shoot your load into my womb!"
"How can I deny you that?" he asked her mockingly before speeding up harshly. She was soon squeezing him tightly, forcing him to release inside of her. Gasping for air, Harry pulled out once his orgasm finished, then laid next to Hermione so he wouldn’t crush her.
"That was amazing," she whispered.
"It was," he couldn’t help but agree, a smile gracing his lips. "I swear, ‘Mione…I just can’t get enough of you lately." She giggled in response.
The door suddenly opened with a slam. "Harry, you in here?!" Ron’s voice frantically called out.
Harry was glad he at least remembered to close the curtains. Throwing his blankets over Hermione to hide her, he poked his head out. "What is it, Ron?" he asked.
Ron blinked at him for a moment. "Why are you all sweaty?"
"Ron…" Harry groaned with a roll of his eyes.
Ron’s own eyes widened in realization. "Oh! Sorry, mate. Alone or with someone?"
"Get on with it!" the dark-haired boy snapped.
"Right, sorry." Inhaling deeply, Ron finally explained his rush into the dorm. "One of the snakes got attacked last night! I heard them talking about it!"
"Who was it?" Harry asked, ignoring Hermione’s fingers lightly stroking his cock.
"Zabini, you know, the bloke that grabbed Hermione the other day," he explained in case Harry forgot who it was that did that.
"I wasn’t there. That was Zabini?"
"Yeah, mate!"
"Couldn’t have happened to a nicer person, then."
"No, mate, this goes beyond that! I overheard them say he had cuts on his ankles, chest, and neck! They had to pull knives out of his hands and shoulders! And that’s not the worst part!" He gulped then grabbed himself. "His junk was completely removed! Cut off, they said!"
"Slytherin’s exaggerate everything to make a big deal out of nothing," Harry pointed out with a raised eyebrow. "Remember Buckbeak?"
"This is different, Harry! Why would they exaggerate that?!"
Harry shrugged. "Don’t know, don’t care," he answered.
"But Harry, that means there’s some psycho running around castrating people!" Ron whined, looking over his shoulder in case said ‘psycho’ was right behind him.
"I doubt whoever it is will go for you, Ron, unless you pissed someone off that much," he reassured the redhead. "Now will you please go away?"
"Oh, right! Tell me about it later?"
"Get out!"
With a yelp, Ron left the room. Harry sighed harshly as he leaned back onto his bed. Hermione rolled on top of him, situating herself above his new erection. "I swear, if he didn’t leave soon, I was about to kill him," she told him firmly, rubbing herself against his cock. Harry hummed, his hands going to her waist. "By the way, I caught Ginny and Woodrow when we got back last night."
"Oh?" he inquired as she leaned over him, her breasts dangling above his face.
"Mm-hmm," she moaned as he lifted his head to lick the offered mounds. "She was trying out his Werewolf Mode. Repeatedly. In fact, her belly actually swelled, she was so full." He hummed encouragement to continue. "It’ll only be a matter of time before he takes her in front of people. By the looks of it, in Werewolf Mode."
"Can’t wait," he muttered, dropping head his and instead using his hands to massage her breasts. "But for now, you seem pretty eager to ride me."
She laughed gently. "When will you learn?" she asked him, lifting her hips before grabbing his dick and positioning herself on the tip. "I can’t get enough of you either, my Engineer." She dropped herself down, impaling herself on him.
Here the Chapter Ends
Lots of sex in this story, apparently. As for any men reading this, sorry about the Blaise torture scene. I’m sure you could feel his pain.
So yes, Harry and Hermione are turned on by tortured. Harry generally has more control while Hermione just loses it.
Anyway, review please! Let me know what you think!
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