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Fate Turner Series: Pleasure Elves	By : Cloudbringer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 25166 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 05 – The Snake and the Weasel
Ginny
She was only trying to do something right, make a change in this world. Helping those who couldn’t help themselves and doing it all without magic. And look where it got her, tied to a leash and running through the halls with Malfoy. There was no one around to act brave to. It didn’t matter if she held back her tears anymore. Malfoy already had plans for her, and she doubted he cared if she was crying or not.
Her virginity was supposed to go to Harry. McGonagall said her hymen would repair itself after the two weeks, but it was more than that. Elf or not, she wanted the first experience to be with Harry. And Harry? He had too good of a heart. She knew he would sacrifice his own innocence if it meant he could set the elf free if he came in first. He didn’t know that was all a lie.
And of all people, Pansy? She wanted to hate her, but Ginny knew it wasn’t her fault. Pansy was just the lucky one of the bunch. Ron? He was probably in heaven with an elf looking like Daphne. But a shiver still went up her back at the thought of her brother having sex. She wasn’t sure if Hermione was in a bad situation or not. The only thing she knew about Mondragon was that even most Slytherins stayed clear of him. He was a loner and seemed to like it that way.
With all the worries filling her mind, she hadn’t realized how easy it was keeping up with Malfoy. She had to take about four or five steps to his every two. Her breathing was fine, and her legs were even better. Malfoy looked back at her and sped up. He tugged on the leash but there was plenty of slack. Ginny was able to match his speed without much effort. She wanted to smile at him when he looked back again with a frustrated face, but she knew better. It wasn’t the time, not yet.
Ginny looked at her free hand and flexed it as she ran. Were they stronger? Was she stronger as an elf? She remembered McGonagall commenting about her firmness. Ginny touched her abs. Even through the thick burlap, she could feel much more definition than when she was human. She was a little ball of muscle, like those small monkeys that are abnormally strong. Were elves really this strong? Why didn’t they ever bother to fight back?
The Gryffindor began forming a plan in her head. They would soon reach Malfoy’s room and she had to decide whether to risk it or not. If it didn’t work, she would pay for it. But she figured that she would most likely be treated like trash anyways. There wasn’t much to lose. The journal she held was too light to be used as a weapon. But maybe...
Malfoy was bent over wheezing when they reached the Slytherin entrance.
“The heir... is... above the... mud.”
He had pushed himself too hard. This made Ginny smile inside.
She didn’t bother to look around the common room. All she could tell was that it was dim and lit with a greenish blue hue. Her focus was on Malfoy and making sure to not slow him down. She wanted him to hurry, stay out of breath, so she could catch him off guard.
They hurried through the common room and down another hallway. To her surprise, Draco released her leash and sprinted to his door. He pulled the latch and shouldered the door open.
“Hurry up.” Draco went inside without waiting for her. “And close the door behind you.”
By the time Ginny got into the doorway, Draco was on the other side of the room. His coat was thrown onto the middle of the floor. He was searching through an opened trunk while one foot was trying to remove the shoe of the other.
Ginny shut the door behind her and reeled in the leash until she held about a foot of slack to the looped end.
“Where’s that camera?”
Draco’s back was still to her. It was then or never. Ginny sprinted across the room and tackled the Slytherin like the many times she had seen Fred and George tackle each other.
Draco yelped when Ginny’s shoulder struck him in the back. The two bounced off the trunk and rolled onto the floor.
“Get off!”
                She planted her knees in his upper back, pinning his chest to the floor. Her arm stretched into the air; the leather leash begging for a taste of the Slytherin.
                “Stay!” Ginny said. She wasn’t sure if the words even came out of her mouth or not.
                “Fuck you!”
                CRACK. The leash came down onto one of his ass cheeks. He let out a light grunt. Ginny figured that he was stunned, trying to figure out what was going on. But she couldn’t let up yet. A moment of hesitation could allow him to take the upper-hand. CRACK.
                “Uhhh!”
                “Stay!”
                Draco shifted slightly under her. Ginny let the leash come down again, but not as hard as before.
                “Stay.” Her voice was softer. When Draco didn’t resist, she patted him on the head. “Good boy.”
                Ginny stood up and walked to his feet. “Stay.”
                She pulled off his remaining shoe and tossed it behind her. When the shoe clanked off something, Draco flinched. It made her smile. He was still expecting her to hit him again. She had to continue being unpredictable.
                The red-head spread his legs apart with a foot and knelt between them. He was still face down when she patted his back side. “Good boy.”
                Her hands reached around his waist and unbuckled his belt. Her body lowered onto his back and she crawled to whisper in his ear. “Behave?”
                “Yes.”
                She pushed herself back to his legs. It wasn’t something she liked doing. But if she punished him too much, he might fight back. Her plan was to incentivize him in order to keep him in her control. She closed her eyes and cringed as she thought what she had to do next.
                Both hands reached around his waist and unbuttoned his trousers. One hand continued down, opening his zipper. The hand continued down to the split in his trousers, intending on grazing across in a way that would excite him.
                She didn’t know much about what excited boys. But if they were as sensitive as she was, she hoped he would enjoy the subtle touching. She heard him gasp and it made her smile.
                Grabbing his waistband, she pulled his trousers off. His pale legs where almost as white as his underwear. She stared at his backside longer than she would have liked. No, he is an ugly bully. Well, maybe he’s just a bully. She shook her head. That’s stupid.
Ginny stepped back and grabbed one of his ankles and brought it across the other side, forcing him to roll onto his back. The confusion in his eyes were a delight.
“Stay.”
When he didn’t answer, she raised the leash. He quickly nodded.
She backpedaled to his bed and grabbed a pillow off it. Ginny walked back to Draco, leash in one hand and a pillow in the other. She didn’t want to walk around him. Instead, she walked over him to establish her dominance. She shuffled a foot on each side of him as she made her way to his head. Noticing that his eyes were now fixated on the end of her burlap dress as it dangled inches above his body.
He’s hoping to look up my dress. She stopped when the burlap was over his chin. When his eyes looked back up at her, they were filled with disappointment. Ginny squatted and curled a finger at him. He lifted his head forward and she slipped the pillow behind it.
“Good boy.” She stroked his hair. “Stay.”
The Gryffindor backed up until she was standing between his legs again. She let the leash dangle and brush against his outer thigh. The boy flinched again, and she pulled it across until it fell on his inner thigh. The leash swung left and right, giving each thigh multiple kisses.
When Draco’s eyes left hers to look towards the leash, her eyes followed. There was a large bulge. She had caught glimpses of her brothers in their knickers before, but she had never seen anyone with a hard-on like that. She didn’t know how long she stared. Eventually, the leash started swinging back and forth instead of side to side. Each swing tapped where she thought his scrotum was.
Ginny looked back at Draco. “Good boy?”
He nodded but never took his eyes of the leash kissing his underwear. Ginny lifted her swing up slightly so instead of tapping him, it slid back and forth across his bulge. It twitched a few times under the cotton briefs. Ginny found it a bit fascinating.
No. This is not for you. She told herself. Order him; reward him; punish him. She had to stick to her plan. She hadn’t conquered him, not yet.
A hand lifted the burlap up to her knees. Draco's eyes followed. The amount of concentration he showed had an unexpected affect on her. Turning sideways, she revealed her bare thigh that was sandwiched between the flaps of burlap. Her own fingers felt foreign to her as she ran them along her thigh. They were longer and a tad thicker than her human hands. Forgetting Draco was even there, she grabbed her own ass under the burlap.
Her eyes moved towards him just in time to see him swallow a lump in his throat. How many points would she earn by only displaying herself to him? He seemed to enjoy it. What if she made him display himself? Ginny mentally shook that thought. Seeing Malfoy? Disgusting. But she knew it would eventually have to happen if she ever wanted to be human again.
His eyes were still fixed where her hand held her ass. “Want?”
Malfoy sat up with haste. It was all unraveling. If she didn’t do something drastic, he would surely take her.
Without planning, her bare foot slapped down against his bulge. “Behave!”
The Slytherin fell back onto his pillow. His arms sprayed to the side.
Her foot pressed onto him. “Behave?” She asked.
He nodded and she eased the pressure. Punish, reward. Make him want you, need you. It was odd that under the pressure of her foot, she felt his bulge become firmer, stiffer. Is he enjoying this?
His eyes were back at his crotch, watching her foot press down. Ginny snapped her fingers to get his attention then pointed to her eyes. She wanted him to only feel what she was doing, not see it.
Her foot moved forward and back, making the cotton slide against him. She went slow, taking more consideration than what he would have given her. A rug burn on the genitals was even something she wouldn’t wish on him.
First, his breathing slowed, as if he was occasionally holding his breath. When she began kneading his cock through the cotton material, he seemed to take his time blinking. Each time, she wasn’t sure if he was going to open them again. Her whole foot was able to sit on his cock and with her long elf toes she was able to grip the tip of it. She felt like a monkey, and he began grunting like one. It almost made her laugh.
It felt like a muscle under her foot was flexing then relaxing. Draco had closed his eyes and not opened them. He’s about to cum? Ginny removed her foot. She wasn’t going to give him something without getting anything in return.
“Wait.” Draco reach a hand to her but didn’t touch her.
Ginny raised the leash.
“Don’t stop… you can’t.”
It wasn’t what she expected. Were boys so easily controlled. Or was he just starved for any sexual attention, even from a half elf looking girl.
“Please.”
Please? She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Draco said please?
“Behave?”
Draco laid back down with his arms spread out again in submission.
She slapped the leash in her palm. “Good boy, bad boy?”
“Good.”
Ginny leaned down with her ear to him. She didn’t ask good or bad.
“Good boy,” he clarified.
Ginny nodded back and stood straight. Her foot hovered over his bulge and her eyes went to the ceiling in thought. Taking a step back, she looked at his disappointed eyes.
“What did I do?”
It wasn’t what he did do, it was what he didn’t.
Ginny put on a frustrated face and grabbed the burlap draped over her. To get her point across, she stomped a foot and made a gagging face, sticking her tongue out.
“That’s not my fault.” He whimpered. “I’ll get you some clothes. I promise.”
She put her hands on her hips and gave a crooked frown.
“There’s a lost and found in the common room. We can get you something from there and tomorrow…”
Ginny tilted her ear towards him.
“Tomorrow I’ll take you to town and get some new clothes. Whatever you want; I have money.”
That’s what she wanted to hear. She didn’t want to spend two weeks looking like a house elf and she didn’t want some Slytherin’s hand me downs. The elf smiled and lowered herself on top of him, watching his eyes grow larger and larger. Placing her hands on his chest, she slid across his body until her face was in front of his. If she was a normal house elf, a long nose would have taken and eye out.
She hadn’t noticed that his eyes were so light blue, they were almost silver. He would probably be handsome if he wasn’t such an ass all the time. She lowered herself more, making her cheek brush past his until her lips nearly touched his ear.
“Good boy,” she whispered.
Just being only a tad over one meter tall, her shin barely reached down to his crotch. Bending her knee slightly outward, she was able to press her shin across his aching cock. Her shin moved back and forth as she tried to match the rise and fall of his chest.
“Good boy,” she said into his ear. She wanted to see the look on his face, but she also wanted him to feel the warmth of her voice, her breath. She wanted him to want it again and do anything she said to get that attention again.
“Good boy,” he repeated. “I’m a good boy.”
Ginny grabbed the side of his face and pressed his cheek to hers. “Good boy.”
Her lips touched his ear. The warmth of her breathe was no doubt funneling into his brain as close as they were. She hadn’t realized how her other hand even made it under his shirt. But while it was there, she might as well use it. Her elf fingers found a nipple and pinched it slightly. It wasn’t how McGonagall was torturing them, but in a way she would pinch her own nipples in bed as she thought about Harry.
He let a soft whimper out.
“Good boy,” she said. Why did she want to lick his earlobe though? She was losing control of herself.
Her shin pressed a little harder on his bulge. She continued to cling her other hand to his face and then slid it to the back of his head. Pulling him closer and tighter to her was an unintentional side effect. What she was trying to do was to keep her hand busy. It kept wanting to slide down and replace the rubbing that her shin was doing. Stay… focused… Her breathing was as heavy as his.
“I… I…” Draco said. “About…”
She raised herself up and held both sides of his face. She wanted to see the look on his face when he gave in to her. Holding his face, she slid a little lower down so her knees were sandwiching his bulge. Her knees squeezed and slid up and down across it. Draco’s eyes were shut and his head arched back, exposing his neck to her. Ginny flexed her legs and pumped her knees faster.
Give in, give it to me.
“Going… to… cum…”
“Mine,” slipped from her mouth somehow.
“Yes… yes…” Draco said. “Yours…”
She felt Draco suck in a deep breath and his body shuttered under her. His back arched and she dove into his neck. The elf’s mouth latched onto the left side. She didn’t bite hard, but her sucking showed no mercy. Ginny lifted herself off with a smack of her lips. His eyes were still closed, and she felt his semen seep through his knickers and wet her knees.
She had an idea. She wanted to know how much of control she had. How much of his will did she still have to break?
Ginny slid off him, so her knees were against his ribs. One hand still held his face and the other walked down his body. That woke him up. He looked at her then down at her hand, encroaching in on him. Two fingers walked to his waistband then one dared to slide under it. Draco bucked at her touch. A fresh sample leaked onto her fingertip.
After pulling it out, she rubbed it between a finger and thumb. A little bit gooier than what had come out of her in private. This is... semen? From the corner of her eye, she could tell he was watching her every movement. Her nose wasn’t even close to it, and she could smell it already.
Taking her time, she brought to her tongue. She hadn’t intended on tasting it, but he didn’t know that. She paused an inch from her lips and then looked at him. She had never seen him look so surprised. Pulling herself to him, her finger hovered over his lips.
He looked at his semen on her finger then into her eyes. When he turned his head, she knew that he wasn’t fully broken yet. It was okay. A lot of progress had been made and at least she had the upper hand. She wiped the finger on the hickey she left on his neck. Everyone would know that she was the one in control. Eventually, he would realize it too.
“Good boy.” She kissed his cheek once. “Good boy.”

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