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A/N this chapter was horrible with spelling errors when I first updated it x.o Warning for this chapter GRAPHIC SEX you have been warned, Don't like to read that sorta stuff, stay away from this chapter :P I doubt I'll be writing more like these, I'm shy around that sorta stuff hehe. This is just a revised chapter, because the other post wasn't that great.. -shudders from all the spelling errors she saw-
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You suddenly close your eyes as the curtains to the room reveal bright sunlight, but you are still bound to the bed. You wish you could struggle out of the bond's grip, but it just refuses to let you loose.
"Turn off the light." you growl, and you hear an amused chuckle very close to you.
You feel the bed shift as you open your eyes, squinting to try to see who is near you. The skin colour of the person is indistinguishable, and the whole face is a blur.
"Potter, you are not in the position to be ordering me around. For whatever reason the Dark Lord has, you have been kept alive, so make the best out of it." you hear a cold voice whisper in your ear and lips are abruptly pressed to yours.
You want to rip the bonds off and strangle the bastard on top of you. You feel a tongue trying to press into your mouth but you refuse to allow their damned tongue entrance.
Suddenly you feel a hand ghosting over your stomach, squirming at the ticklish feeling that flutters across your stomach. You writhe against the bonds because right now you can feel the weight of the other person on your groin, and it isn't working out to be the best position with someone's lips pressed to yours.
Gasping you allow their tongue to enter into your mouth for a brief second before biting down harshly on it. You feel the tongue leave your mouth, and are grateful for it. But the hand striking your face isn't as satisfying as the feel of victory when you got the tongue out of your mouth.
"Potter, Potter, Potter. You have to learn to be more diverse with your experiences now." you hear the voice say, and you can swear you hear that mocking laughter vibrating through your skull, even though there is no mocking laughter out loud.
"I hate you." you whisper harshly, trying to fight the fear you are starting to feel now. You don't want to let someone take advantage of you like this, but you are starting to doubt how well you can ignore this kind of contact.
"You'll learn to live with your hate." the voice says, and finally you hear emotion. The voice is no longer cold, but amused, even playful. If this is a game, you are the loser, and you know and despise this fact.
Then suddenly you feel them move you shirt up, and tweak you nipple painfully. You cry out but it is muffled by a slender hand being placed over your mouth. "I don't want them to hear you, I'm sure you're a screamer. Tell me Potter, would you scream my name?" the voice asks, and you shake you head fervently.
You would never give them that sort of satisfaction.
"Oh to bad, I had such high hopes." The cold voice is back, returning to its unemotional state again. You're starting to wonder if the hint of emotion you hear at times is in your imagination because it is so brief.
Another tweak of your nipple stirs your mind back to the task at hand, and you attempt to bite their hand but they slap your inner thigh as soon as your teeth graze their skin. "No biting, that is an order Potter." the voice says, you could have sworn they were chuckling for some odd reason. What exactly is fun about the position you're in?
You don't do anything, not wanting to reply unless you have to. Hands slip down your waist and to your legs. You are wearing a patients rob so you have no protective pants to hide your embarrassment.
They seem to not mind this though, and tease you, touching just enough and yet still not enough. "Wish I knew about this earlier Potter, would have been a blast." you hear them whisper into you ear and you shudder.
Pulling, pushing, and you can feel them take off their clothes and you realize what is going to happen. You suddenly tense up, afraid, wondering if you will be released from your bonds.
As if answering your question the bonds on your ankles fade away into thin air, and you absently wonder how that happened. You feel something rubbing the cleft of your arse, and you struggle to squirm away from it.
It doesn't work and all you manage to do is make it worse, now the finger is probing into you, and you wonder if you can get out of this predicament by using your feet to kick the shit out of this person that is too close for comfort.
When you feel a cold, slick finger press fully into you, you yelp, trying to move your legs around but the finger suddenly presses against something that feels a little too good. You're ashamed but you can only describe it with one word, pleasure.
The finger moves out and stretches open the ring of muscle, making you wiggle around because of how weird it feels to be invaded like this. Two fingers suddenly move into you, and it feels like something searching inside you, as if trying to figure out which way is which.
The fingers move up and down, and you're too busy focusing on the fingers to realize that this might be a perfect time for escape. The fingers pull out and cup your cheek, squeezing gently and you push you waist up a bit into the air.
Suddenly you feel the fingers are being replaced by something much bigger, and you try to get out of the grip locked around you hips, trying to steady you. Soon you feel the slick wet flesh push into you, and it's not rough at all.
You suddenly wonder if this is all a dream, some sick fantasy your mind has concocted and that you will wake up any moment and realize you're safe. But with that hot flesh moving in and out of you it's hard to focus on anything but the primal urge taking over.
You move with the other, following their pace, and for five minutes you forget yourself and focus on the release. Your mind is based around the wonderful toxin and tranquilizer of after glow. After you feel a climax in body fluids, and the tightening of your body, you suddenly go stiff and focus on your breathing instead.
For a few moments, or so, you focus on nothing at all but your breathing and can barely find the will to move as your body starts to function properly again. Your mind seems to clear and you suddenly realize what happened.
You don't feel the invasion of another person anymore, but you wonder why they left the bonds on your ankles off. They're still close; you can feel their body laying right beside you and a hand wrapped around your waist.
You wish that their arm wasn't around you, you wish that you didn't feel so docile, you wish that you hadn't given them the satisfaction of hearing you scream out their name.
You open your eyes and the room is dark, and someone I still so close to you. "Well finally you wake up Mister Potter." someone says, and you feel cool metal slide across your nose. You feel miffed at suddenly being able to see as you reach up and touch your glasses gently, like the slightest movement will shatter the now clear image. You look around and see a bed with white sheets lying around you, curtains over a window in a stone wall, a desk on the far side of the room.
You see a female in nurse robes standing there with a glass of water in her hand. She hands you the glass and you take it, still feeling a bit shaky from the activities you were forced to participate in earlier.
"I take it you are going to have a little bit of a rough time standing up, but not to worry. You don't have to go anywhere until he comes back for you." she says and grimaces when you look up in alarm.
"That bastards coming back?" you snarl, and she nods. You sighed and lay back down, wishing you could go to sleep and never wake up. After all, he knows you will give him the satisfaction.
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