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The kidnapping of Ginny	By : greeting Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 15486 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of Jk Rowlings works and/or characters, and I do not make any money from this story, its just for fun

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"Now would you just look at that bed"

Giggling, Lavender had taken her time roaming through Ginny and Harry's house. Having no idea when her husband would be back, she had apparated right next to her new home's front door. She made her way through the house, both excited and nervous to find out so much about her new life. There was so much she wanted to do, yet she was careful enough not to look too out of place. It was an amazing feeling to her to finally be free, to be able to walk through that house and be able to call it her own. As she waited, she took pleasure in exploring this new, unfamiliar body. Undressing completely in the bathroom, she still couldn't believe the luck she had to own such an amazing body. Ginny was fit, her breasts were full and firm, complete with a perfect set of small, pale nipples. Folding through the bathroom, she found a razor, shaving her pussy own, making a mental note to do the same to her captive's body. A body like that deserved to be clean-shaven, and Lavender would make sure the real Ginny would keep it that way.

The clock had just hit seven o'clock when she heard a faint sound coming from the front door. Impatient, she went to the living room, realizing only now that she had not planned this as much as she thought. On the brink of panic, Lavender rushed through the semi-familiar house, barely managing to find her way under the sheets of the queen-sized bed. She figured that since she had no idea how Ginny and Harry interacted with each other, she would let him do the first steps, laying as low as she could do.

"Still in bed now, are you?" said Harry as he entered the bedroom, barely even noticing the fake Ginny in the bed as he undid his tie. Flustered, Lavender watched him undo his white shirt, getting her hope up as she stared at him as he took his pants off. "Are you alright? You've been strangely silent since I got home" continued Harry, putting on a night shirt. He barely seemed to notice her lack of answer as he left the room, barely paying her any more attention. Lavender's irritation grew as her impatience also grew. She had played this scenario over and over again in her head, but the thought that Harry would almost ignore her barely even crossed her mind, convinced as she was that Harry and Ginny had a perfect relationship based on her more carnal needs. Obsessed as she was with her sexual needs, it was hard to understand that Harry and Ginny were happy together, although their intercourse were few and relatively tame. It suited both of them very well, and Lavender would have a hard time understanding this. The werewolf's bite gave her a curse that made her impulsive and made it difficult to accept any delay to her insatiable needs. Her already drenching pussy craved for attention. She wanted to feel him inside her, as she felt as if her last intercourse had been years ago.

"Harry? Why don't you join me? I'm so alone and cold here" said Lavender, doing her best to imitate what Ginny's most seductive voice should be. She hated the prolonged wait, awaiting the moment when Harry would pull the blankets from over her, only to discover Ginny completely naked and ready to take him. It was a poor imitation, but it should have been more than enough to fool an unsuspecting Harry Potter. Unfortunately, Lavender would never find out if her improvisation worked or not. From the sound of it, her husband was sitting in the living room, too busy reading the Daily Prophet to pay her needy wife any mind. After what seemed to Lavender to be an eternity, her own hand began by themselves to explore her body.

Her mind went back to the real Ginny, completely stripped and safely locked inside her trunk back at her abandoned house. She imagined how her paralyzing spell was likely wearing off at this very moment, fantasizing on her captive's pointless attempt to open the magically sealed trunk she was secured in. Lost in her sadistic daydreaming, she barely noticed how her fingers pried open her wet vagina, toying insistently with her erect clitoris. Despite her growing impatience, the feeling of Ginny's inviting lips felt amazing on her fingers. She slowly came back to her senses as an intense feeling of ecstasy overcame her, feeling the intense wave of her night's second orgasm, although she was still left wanting more. She made a mental note to explore her captive's cunt, having now explored first hand how tight and unused it was left her with a craving to use the real thing. As she regained complete control over her senses, she focused her ears downstairs to listen to her false husband, both worried and excited that he might have overheard her, although she was once again disappointed with Harry's obliviousness to her wife's need.

Lavender woke up the next morning as frustrated as she had been the previous night. Her sole comfort right now was that she was still wearing Ginny's skin, meaning that her polyjuice potion had worked flawlessly, but even that did little to rise her foul mood. Every attempt she had made over Harry had been fruitless. She had given up after a few hours, doing the best she could not to arise suspicion. Her last attempt had been bad enough, even she knew it was a lost cause when her husband pushed her away when she literally climbed onto him rather aggressively. Grudgingly, she had focused to keep her calm, keeping in mind that there was someone else she could vent her anger on. The sole thought of the real Ginny locked away and completely at her disposal kept her from ruining her plan. She wasn't sure how or when she had done it, but she had actually managed to catch a few hours of sleep next to an unsuspecting Harry Potter.

She maintained that facade for long enough, waiting for Harry to leave for work once more before she could finally leave this house to check on her captive again. Back in the trunk, Ginny had lost track of time, isolated in what she could only guess as a wooden box, barely large enough for her to stand on her knees and arms. She had never been afraid of the dark, but the complete lack of light meant that she could not even see her hand when she held it in front of her face. Her first reaction when Lavender's spell had finally worn off had been to kick the surrounding walls, although she soon found out that none of it would budge even an inch. She had tried calling for help then, only to be answered by a complete and absolute silence. The only two people that knew she was there was a crazy psychotic with and one of her best friend turned into her thrall, and she had no way of knowing if either of them were even in the house. The hard wooden floor against her back reminded Ginny of her nudity, adding to the overall sense of weakness and vulnerability. Wandless, naked and afraid, Ginny had no other option than to wait for an opening, ready to jump and run for her life the moment the box opened again. Ginny had always been a strong-willed, intelligent witch, but even she had limits, feeling her strength slowly wane and fade as the hours passed, knowing that the only person that could get her out of there was the one person to avoid. Exhausted, Ginny eventually fell asleep, her entire body aching from being almost still for hours.

"AQUA ERUCTO"

Ginny woke up in a panic as a powerful stream of water hit her hard enough to make her slam against the hard wall of the cramped trunk.

"Time to wake up, bitch" said Lavender, as Ginny tried once again to make sense of her surroundings. She gasped for air as the unexpected water quickly filled her cramped space, slowly vanishing as it hit the bottom of the trunk. Her vision was blurry, both from the large amount of water she received and from the sudden light that came from the open trunk. Even if the light was dim, it was enough to hurt Ginny's eyes after a entire night in absolute darkness. Unrelenting, Lavender grabbed a fistful of Ginny's wet hair, brutally forcing her to stand up. Ginny stumbled more than a few times, her aching limbs more than a little sore as they were unwillingly pulled outside the trunk. Her fuzzy body offered no resistance as her exposed torso was pushed over the kitchen table, her breasts slamming hard against the wood. She felt as if a snake had grabbed her wrists as they were uncomfortably spread apart by an enchanted rope from under the table, immobilizing her body from the waist up. Confused by the sudden change of her unpredictable environment, it took the captive witch a few moments before she came to term with reality.

As her vision unblurred, Ginny was able to focus on her surrounding. It took her a few seconds to figure out who was standing in front of her, as her sharp mind slowly came back as well. It was beyond weird to look at herself from across the table, but she understood all too well exactly who was standing in front of her as the memories of the previous night came back with a sense of dread. Tied as she was, she could do little but stare at her defiantly, her pride surfacing once again, determined not to show her tormentor how scared she was. Ginny had never been one to back down, especially in the face of danger. Her mind would not break and would always look for a way to come out on top even when the odds were against her. That did not mean that she was fine, as she actually been shaken by the events of the previous evening, but she would never admit to such things, especially to Lavender.

"Had a good night sleep, bitch?" asked Lavender with an unnatural, perverse smirk on her face. "I know I did! You never told me how big our house was, or how comfy your bed is! I love the pink pillows by the way!" continued Lavender, loving the angry look on her captive's face. "I had a GREAT night with your husband, he said he loved the new intensity." She ironically winked at Ginny who had to fight back tears at the mention of Harry spending time with another woman. It hurt her more than anything else to think that Harry would not realize it wasn't her beside him. "I think your friend is finally done outfitting herself with some brand-new clothes I bought for her, thanks to some gold I found lying in your room, I figured you didn't need it anyway."

Angelina finally came within sight, walking slowly towards the captive witch, smiling through an otherwise empty expression. Even if her face was calm and willing, Ginny could tell her friend was still well under Lavender's control. Ginny shifted uncomfortably in her bonds as she took a long, good look at her friend. The black witch was completely naked from head to toe with only her crotch covered, although it was hardly a good thing. Ginny was unable to lift her eyes from the huge plastic rod that her friend was so comfortably wearing. Even as she disappeared behind her, Ginny couldn't help but panic internally, her mind racing as she tried to imagine the shaft getting inside of her. She only had ever been with Harry in comparison, and that rod dwarfed her husband in size.

The red-headed witch resisted the envy to yell at either Angelina or Lavender, her pride keeping her from giving her captor the slightest victory. She looked for a retort, a quick, witty reply that would diminish Lavender's domination over her but nothing came. Instead, she tried to keep eye contact with her clone in front of her, doing her best to make Lavender feel all the hatred she could at that moment. She took a deep breath as she felt a pair of fingers pry her womanhood open, clenching her jaw as tight as she could, determined not to give anything more to her tormentor. Her face reddened under the humiliation, much to Lavender's satisfaction as she watched Angelina start to stimulate Ginny's cervix. Nimble and delicate, the black witch's fingers quickly found her friend's sensitive spot, a skill that she had been taught with precision thanks to her time with Lavender. Even if the captive witch tried to control herself, her body eventually gave in as her vagina lubricated, getting aroused despite the burning feeling of humiliation and anger that overwhelmed her entire body.

She couldn't help hissing as the disproportionate phallus penetrated her inviting sex. It wasn't as painful as she had anticipated, although the size of the rubber dick filled her more than she had ever felt before, with each thrust digging deeper within her womb. She was unable to fight the tears back anymore, overthrown by a repulsive wave of feelings. She closed her eyes, wanting to avoid her clone's eye contact at all cost. Lavender, still wearing Ginny's skin had discarded her clothes long ago, watching the show with an intense pleasure. She wondered how long the real Ginny would last before her first orgasm, her own hand reaching her drenched pussy as she started once again to play with herself. It took her barely more than a minute for her to cum the first time, letting a powerful, satisfied sigh as she felt a powerful wave of pleasure run through her body. Looking at her captive's back and forth motion as the strap-on dug deeper into her captive was everything she needed, even though she knew she wasn't nearly done with the red-headed witch for the day.

Lavender stood still, enjoying the sight of Ginny getting rammed by Angelina her own ecstasy slowly faded away, although she still wanted more. "You still haven't cummed yet? You know she ain't gonna stop until I tell her to, and I want to see how a sweet little princess like you cums."

Knowing the horrific truth behind Lavender's words, Ginny did her best to let go of the tension that had built inside her, giving in to Angelina's unrelenting assault on her cervix. Aroused as she was, it took a few unwelcomed thrust from Angelina to feel the first sign that an orgasm was building up. She still had to control her thoughts not to fight the impending orgasm, trying focus on her husband instead, imagining how good it would be to be back in bed with Harry, doing her best to forget who was inside her for just a few moments. Ginny moaned loudly as she finally climaxed, her entire body tensing for a few seconds before she opened her eyes once more, her sight focused on Lavender, her face burning with anger and humiliation.

Satisfied with herself, Lavender commanded Angelina to stop, digging her inch-long nails inside Ginny's exposed butt-cheek.

As always, reviews are more than welcome! I decided not to go for the pregnancy idea, as I had something else in mind, although I might use that at a later time as a lie formed up by Lavender to mess with Ginny.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy!
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