WARNING: CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN SEXUAL CONTENT AND EXPLICT LANGUAGE AND POSSIBLE VIOLENCE. NOT SUITABEL FOR CHILDREN UNDER THIRTEEN AND PEOPLE OVER 50 (THAT'S JUST GROSS)
Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize isn't mine. It is JK, all the way. That's all Folks.
A/N I am back. The storm is over, with an 2 hour power cut. Instead of continuing the previous chapter, I am wrtting a second half. Don't know how long it will be. I can see it now. Rememeber this is the highly edited version. I will place notes where it was edirted and if anyone wants the unabridged version, they should just email me, (pafoskidd@yahoo.com) and type NC – 17 in the subject box. Ill send it over, as soon as I can. NOTE: Please specify if you want the NC – 17 version for just the current chapter or the whole story. With the later, I will send the second versions simultaneously, as I post the R rated one here. Thank you Tyaan
Bummer: I'm glad you asked some questions, and I would be thrilled to answer them for you. One, yes Ginny did miscarry (see so in introduction "she bleed her baby away"), two I don't believe Draco is going to get his ass kicked, though, wait I am getting a little sub plot here, yes I got it, yes he is going to get kicked badly, and I might just write a separate story on that later, but come one, why does everyone want him to get beaten up, he is such a sweet guy. Three, presuming you are talking about the person in the car, this chapter is all about him, so enjoy. Lastly I believe Harry finds out, if not in the next two chapters, be the fifth he will definitely find out, I promise.
Mssingnovirus: Yes I thing 69 is a bit overboard too, but have you seen some congressmen, they are so old, besides this guy has been around a while, him being a …no I wont spoil it!!! Ginny did sink low didn't she, but she will rise, remember a saying, "What we do in life doesn't determine what we are, what determines us is how well we rise after we have fallen" (cool heh?) anyway the story will be revolving around that a bit!! Yep. This chapter was a bit gross and hard to write. I don't like it, but it explains quite a few things.
Rayssa Radcliffe: Wow, a constant reviewer, wow. I love that you love this story, it is a bit deeper than my others. I am so glad that someone else loves this, besides me of course. Yes Ginny will give up her life, but only after Harry finds her. About the updating policy, I don't update until I have at least two chapters written, and I am doing very good if I must say so myself. I will try to update another 5 or more chapters will January 7th, who knows even more. I go back to school then, with 15 exams in eight days.
OK now on to the story.
Chapter Two Part TwoGet down to it Part B
Getting in Ginny was submerged into darkness. Feeling slightly nervous she tried to see if there was anyone in the car. She could barely make out the silhouette of a man in the distance..
Ginny sat back waiting for the man to approach. She had learned the hard way that the customer should make the first move. The man climbed into the car, although Ginny still couldn't see him. A match was struck and it lit up the eyes of the man, making them dance with a greyness that reflected the flames.
As she waited she heard the man puffing on what could only smell as a cigar, and there was the occasional clink of ice on a glass. He must have been in the car before if he had a glass ready. Suddenly a hand was placed on her thigh.
"Mmmm, leather." A man's voice said, while stroking her thigh. The man's hand traveled the length of her long legs. "You as good as they say?" (a/n edited)
"Yes."
"Ah, a confident woman. I like that." The glass he was carrying was placed on a solid table. The man leaned out of the shadows and Ginny could see him clearly now. "I like that, but not in my bed, ok dear?" he said breathing on Ginny.
His breath smell strongly of whisky. This man was indeed very drunk. Ginny optioned just to remain quiet. He was the paying customer after all. The man closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss Ginny, but she pulled away, making him kiss the back of her seat.
"What did you do that for?" he asked clearly angry.
"I don't kiss on the mouth. Too personal."
"I don't care what you do or don't, when you re with me, you do what I want." The man she was sure was Senator Kelly said. "Understood?"
Ginny grimaced. The way he said 'Understood?' was the same way all her men said it. All her men that hit her. She willed herself to speak, trying to stop thinking of the last time. 'Think Happy thought, think happy thoughts.' She kept rolling that sentence in her mind as she spoke out,
"Crystal Clear."
The man leaned in to kiss her again, and this time his rubbery lips met her soft ones. The senator was kissing with all his strength and pent up sexual tension that he didn't even notice, or perhaps didn't care that Ginny wasn't responding. As long as she gave him satisfaction, he didn't care if she could do anything else.
Senator Kelly's hands moved from her thighs, which he was grasping firmly, to her top. They traveled underneath the soft fabric, across her skin to her breasts. (a/n edited). After a while of immense pleasure to the old man, and pure torture for Ginny, the limousine stopped by a small wooden cabin. The driver opened the Senator's door, but left Ginny to open her own.
She walked in silence to the cabin, the old man in front of her. He opened the door, and they walked in together. He switched on the lights, and for the first time Ginny could see her customer clearly. He was wearing a grey suit that almost matched his lighter grey hair. He had piercing blue eyes, that was hidden and sunk deep into his face. Wrinkles lined his face, that Ginny thought he fell asleep face down on a road map.
Ginny then surveyed the room they were in. It was single room with two tiny windows, and the only way in through the door they used, that was being locked. What the Hell?
She turned back to the room. A single king size bed occupied most of the space. There was a table that had all kinds of bottles on it. Essential oils, Vaseline and vodka, were just a few of them. Behind the door hang several whips, a dog leash, and a chain. Ginny took out her own cuffs, and placed them on the bed.
"Want to start?" she asked.
"Yeah. On to the bed."
Ginny climbed obediently onto the bed. Senator Kelly took a remote and switched on a stereo that Ginny didn't even see. Hard, sexy, rough music began to play, and Ginny got the hint. She stood on the bed, and started to do a seductive striptease. She noticed the Senator had already took off his pants and undergarments, anticipation in his eyes and lower part of his body noticeable.
Ginny felt sick but continued her dance. When she was left in her bright yellow thong, and yellow lace bra she jumped off the bed. Getting the senator she laid him on the bed and reached for the cuffs.
"Oh, no" the man said rolling away form her. "This is for you."
"But Senator.."
"Call me John."
"But John…"
"No, not another word." And with that he cuffed Ginny to the bed.
Taking the rest of his clothes of he took the whip off the wall and placed it on the bed. He returned to Ginny and pulled her thong off, licking her inner thighs as he did. He then moved his mouth to her special place. (A/N defiantly edited).
Ginny tried to remain calm. She was suppose to let John know how much she was enjoying this, even though she felt like throwing up, as his slimy tongue slid over her body. Despite the feelings of utter disgust, and swallowing back bile that already rose up in her throat, Ginny moaned with fake pleasure.
John seemed pleased, and moved from her lower body, up to her breasts, his tongue tracing patterns as he moved upwards. When he reached her breasts, he stopped only long enough to enjoy himself making her squirm, with what he though was pleasure (a/n no this was not edited, I just feel that I should make a comment: We men are so clueless don't you think, dear reader?).
While sucking silently on her neck, John placed himself before Ginny's entrance. With a heavy sigh he pushed himself in. Ginny arched her back, not from pleasure, but rather from shock, and discomfort. John started to move in her. She felt him, in between her muscles, as he moved faster and faster.
"Scream Bitch!" John proclaimed. Only then did Ginny realize she was making the biggest mistake in her career line. She wasn't making any noise. Non what so ever.
Quickly though she became panting, and when she realized that he was close to coming, she began screaming, yelling as he climaxed, yet she was never sent over that edge. Never.
Rolling off her, John lay on his back panting. She was certain he knew she had a fake orgasm, and that was a real bad thing. It hurt their egos, most of the time with terrible consequences. As if to prove her point, John got up and reached for the whip. Leaning forward her planted a kiss on her neck, and shoulders.
"You are going to pay for that."
"Whhhat are you goinggg to do?" Ginny asked not hiding the fear in her voice.
John smiled. He loved that. The fear, the terror the displayed, and then of course, the pain, and screams that filled him till the next one. That was his pleasure after all. Not the sex. The sex was good but not as good as the terror and pain filled howls.
"This." He whispered, and brought the whip down hard on her stomach.
Ginny screamed into the cabin, as the whip came down on her again and again. Always on the same spot till she started to bleed. Then he would move on, and all the while he was laughing. After fifteen minutes of this the pain was too much and Ginny blacked out.
She woke up, what seemed to be hours later, only to find that John was doing the dirty with her again. She as she stirred he climaxed. He must have been doing it for a while. Suddenly she saw something she hadn't noticed before. A tattoo was on his inner forearm. That of a snake, coming from a SKULL. Ginny nearly screamed. 'Stay cool girl. Remain calm.' She kept repeating to herself. But how?
After another hour or so, John, after another round of whipping and rough sex took Ginny to her house. She however choose to get out of his car, two blocks further. She walked slowly up a small path that led to a big house and pretended to search for her keys, as she watched the limousine drive away. Once it was out of sight, Ginny ran all the way home. She took of all her clothes, and went into the bathroom to wash and dress her wounds.
After applying peroxide to the open cuts, she crawled into bed, to tired to put on anything and cried herself to sleep.
A/n so there is part two. Pretty bad isn't it? Can you guess what John was? Or how about who comes and searches for him? The next chapter is dedicated to whoever finds the correct answer.
