Harry Potter - Gamer Neighbour
Summary: The new neighbour over the street at Privet Drive number five seems pretty normal, but not Privet Drive normal. But is anyone with the power of the gamer ever even remotely normal? No fucking way.
Disclaimer: I do own some shit, but not any recognizable characters, places or settings in this particular fanfiction.
AN: I usually don't read reviews for stories in progress, but I was a bit curious about what conclusions people had arrived at so far, so I checked once I've gotten fifty reviews here and found myself rubbing my hands together all evil-villain-like. Especially one that actually dropped in one of my old e-mail addresses which was especially amusing, since that must have taken at least some effort to track down or find in some other story just to vent a bit.
Seems like some are nibbling at the baits placed here and there, despite my warnings about unreliable narration. Then again, the biggest red herring was near the end of chapter one and I didn't start warning until the AN in chapter two, so there is that. But considering how it was just tossed out with little to no warning and explanation, it should have raised some suspicions.
But as expected, just writing 'sex slave' does trigger quite a few and seemingly gets their imaginations running all-out, coming up with all sorts of degrading humiliating stuff that will no doubt happen to Violet. Not sure where the e-mail writer came up with the notion that surely I have some free-use-Violet by everyone at and outside of Hogwarts, golden showers galore, bestiality gangbangs and scat bukkake planned, but I nearly choked on my whisky while reading it because I laughed while trying to drink. But apparently that was the imagery that came to mind in the senders head while reading 'sex slave', in spite of me providing no context or descriptions other then just that, 'sex slave'.
There's a lot of shades between the utter blackness of forced slavery/trafficking and whiteness of consensual loving D/s relationships involving slave play. Will this be black? White? Shade of grey in between the two? Like Oathbound by Kimberly "Rubicon_Cross" Dale which starts out forced/tricked OC/Wonder Woman, but turns consensual? Like The Dark Wolf Shiro's OC/Everything born or genderbent into something female stories? The loving Mulder/Scully D/s from Aphrodisia by Kristel S Oxley-Johns? ( I personally like and recommend checking out all mentioned, but for vastly different reasons. Use your google-fu since this site is a bit iffy when it comes to linking stuff, get some reading done. ) Just how much of an evil bastard am I? I have written about both ends of the colour spectrum in the past, which will this one be? Nick seems uncomfortable with grooming a teenager, but uncomfortable enough to abandon it as a viable strategy? Can plans change, once made? Or even after they've already been set in motion? After they've been in motion for quite a while? Are obligatory quests forever obligatory or does some way of dropping them exist, just currently undiscovered?
Would this old evil dickhead of a writer use even author notes to place red herrings to further amuse himself? This close to xmas? Will Hawk get nothing but coals in his xmas stocking or is perhaps his spot on the naughty list prominent enough to even warrant a chainsaw to the face from an annoyed Santa Claus?
Time and further chapters will tell...
Chapter 4:
"This gets worse?" Violet demanded as she found Nick doing some dishes and tidying up in the kitchen. After they left the office and followed Tonks to the Floo, they discovered that Dobby had finished restoring the main room to a pristine state. After a furious elf-blush when both Violet and Nick thanked him for his efforts, he popped back to Hogwarts to look for more work. After that, Nick had made a lasagne and simple salad for supper. She'd finished eating, then made her way to the bathroom. While she was there, she'd stripped down and observed the increasingly darkening blue markings that zig-zagged their way across her skin. It seemed more prominent on her arms and legs, but there were markings pretty much all over her.
She'd not really felt anything off when Tonks first pointed them out, but they had started to occasionally tingle while the lasagne was puttering away in the oven. When it came out, there was the occasional twinge of pain, but still mostly tingling sensations. By the time she'd finished her third helping, it had turned to mostly pain with the occasional tingle. She'd also noted that her limbs were growing stiff and limited her movements. When she was about to sit down on the toilet, it took a few seconds to force her legs to bend so that she could actually sit down. Wiping herself off after taking a piss had been somewhat of a struggle because her arm was reluctant to bend, but she'd managed. But it was hard to make her arm move the way she wanted, her fingers would barely bend properly. Getting undressed to inspect herself and getting redressed again before she left the bathroom took what felt like ages, in spite of only wearing three items of clothing. Her limbs just wouldn't cooperate properly and it felt like she was no longer residing in her own limber, flexible and athletic body.
Nick looked up from the dishes and looked over at her, his eyes narrowing as he noted the colour of her markings. He quickly rinsed off his hands and dried them on a towel, then walked over and gently took her left arm, looking it over while trying to avoid moving it too much or grabbing any directly marked area. His eyes narrowed even further as he saw her focused expression and the deep hissing breath she took as he moved her arm, in spite of the care he took while doing so.
"It's hurting already, not just tingling?" he asked for clarification.
"Yeah, that sounds about right." she replied in a strained tone of voice.
"All right. Worse then expected, you'll need treatment. Stiff limbs too?" he asked suspiciously.
"Feels like I'm slowly being petrified." she confirmed with a jerky nod.
"Fuck." he sighed. "Okay, wait a tick. I'll grab some galleons and we'll Apparate to St Mungos. You're the Girl-Who-Lived, you'll probably get off with a slap on the wrist and a small fine for underage use of magic. First offenses generally mostly serve as a warning and being famous will likely work in your favour too."
"Not my first offense." she managed to get out through gritted teeth and Nick winced again.
"All right, big fine, possibly some sort of restrictions, but probably no expulsion or snapped wand." he said after a few moments.
"Can you treat it?" she demanded to know, shivers of fear instead of pain wracking her for a change. After seeing the Minister 'at work' a few times, she had little to no faith in the Ministry.
"The potion isn't that complex and I have what I need for it, so I could have it ready in ten minutes or so. But, uhm... It's probably much better to let a female Healer at St Mungos take care of you." he deflected.
"But you can do it?" she insisted.
"I can make it and I'm a fair hand at massages, so yes. But I'm not entirely sure you're clear on the implications here." he hesitated, looking quite uncomfortable about something.
"I would have to strip down and let you cover my body with the potion. Very embarrassing, but I can deal with it." she insisted and he sighed, palming his forehead and shaking his head for a few moments.
"It's not like quickly brushing a holiday ham with some beaten egg yolk mixed with a dollop of mustard and bread crumbs. I need to massage it in, not just cover your body with it. That means I don't just run my hands across your arm, it means I run my hands across your arm and then keep touching it while rubbing it down, working the potion in. Then moving to your back. Then your other arm. Then your legs, your neck, your feet, your hands and whatever other part of you that has those blue lines. WHATEVER other part." he clarified and gave her a stern look, holding her gaze. "Based on the fact that you have burns on pretty much every piece of exposed skin I can see, including your face, I'm guessing that you have them in some pretty... Intimate areas as well?"
She blushed furiously at that. While her actual cunny hadn't had any that she could see, there were some streaking towards it. There were a few thin lines on her breast and her rear also had a few.
She clenched her eyes shut.
It really was growing to be quite annoying and from the sounds of things, it would only grow worse.
Someone had to do it.
Some Healer at St Mungos could do it, but there was no guarantee that it would be a female one. It might just as well be a male one. A Healer that would wonder how she got Magic Burns when she had been away from Hogwarts. Minister Fudge had waved away the incident with Aunt Marge, but it was probably still on record, so it'd be her second offense. She'd also seen the seemingly arbitrary way the Ministry seemed to operate, throwing people into Azkaban just to be seen doing something, the Minister refusing to listen when he was told Sirius was innocent, trying to execute Buckbeak and listening to Lucius Malfoy. The Minister might just wave off everything once again or perhaps he'd get a nice pocketful of Malfoy galleons and send her on a 'vacation' in Azkaban.
Or she could ask Nick to do it. Let him touch her all over, including some areas she hadn't intended to let anyone other then herself touch for the foreseeable future. The same guy whom she would be staying the night with under the same roof, even if it was in a different room. A guy she barely knew.
Then again, it would be the same at St Mungos. Someone she didn't know would be pawing all over her, possibly also fall to pieces and be extremely embarrassingly awkward as so many were when they first met her, the-friggin-Girl-Who-Lived. He hadn't really seemed to care that she was famous, other then tease her a bit about it, but it didn't really seem as if he himself cared about it one way or the other. Heck, he was probably the only person she'd ever met who hadn't even reacted in the slightest when meeting her. He had seemed more surprised that she wasn't a Dursley then anything else, even after she told him her name.
"I want you to do it." her mouth announced before her mind was fully aware that a decision had been made.
Nick just stared at her for a few moments.
"You've struck me as a determined young lady who knows what she wants and sticks to her guns once decided on something, so I'll assume that you've made up your mind. I'll brew the potion, it's pretty simple so I should be done in ten to fifteen minutes or so." he stated neutrally. "I'd suggest taking a hot shower while I brew, it won't help with the pain, but it does give some temporary help with the stiffness. If you've changed your mind when the potion is done and want to go to St Mungos instead, I won't think less of you. Just having the brass ovaries to ask me to do it is more then brave enough to impress me." he added and seemed to be about to reach out and give her a head-pat, only to change his mind and halt mid-motion.
Better save it until after the Magic Burns were dealt with.
"I'll go brew the potion now."
Violet Alyssa Potter, Friend(Houseguest). Respect:85/100, Affection:39/100, Obedience:33/100
Nymphadora Natalia Tonks, Friend(Co-conspirator). Respect:88/100, Affection:41/100, Obedience:19/100
Having plans to deal with Voldemort that actually involved Violet instead of pushing her aside and telling her what she wanted to know and trusting her to assist, seemed to have a pretty darn positive effect on their relationship. He had expected the request to have him do the somewhat odd treatment would have a significant negative effect, but that had yet to materialize. Perhaps during or after the actual massage, Nick reflected as he glanced at the status screen while brewing. Or like he'd thought earlier, perhaps she was simply so starved for any sort of positive attention, that as long as he wasn't being outright rude, mean or disrespectful, he didn't take any negative hits to their relationship status. He looked over the log and tilted his head back and forth, the only thing that had caused a reduction seemed to be his initial greeting when he'd called her 'Miss Dursley'. That had given a -5/-5/-5, but ever since it had all been +'s.
His relationship with Tonks had also gone up from the earlier conversation, despite being hit with shock after shock. Seemed like she was pretty darn impressed with how he had plans to deal with the kinda shit situation the Wizarding World was in at the moment, as well of how fearlessly he spoke about dealing with Voldemort and the Death Eaters. He supposed that made sense, Tonks pretty much like Violet was a fierce tomboy of sorts. She also had a work that involved dealing with the shittier parts of society, so that was something she was passionate about or she'd have found herself another job instead of fighting and struggling to become a Junior Auror. Unexpected, but pretty sweet. Having even a Junior Auror on their side could only be of great help, especially since Tonks had a bit of a flexible mindset when it came to obeying laws and rules that didn't really make sense. She should have arranged to have Violet charged for violations of the underage magic laws, but she hadn't even batted an eye or really mentioned anything about it other then in passing. As long as no Muggles witnessed it, she didn't really seem to care which pretty much matched his own mindset as well.
Who the fuck cared what magical kids did as long as nothing bad happened? Well, other then to Violet herself, in this case. And him, come to think of it, but the Potion he had Tonks bring over had taken care of that.
He finished adding the last of the ingredients and gave the small cauldron a careful counter clockwise stir, then just silently observed, waiting for the colour change that would indicate that it was ready.
He glanced at the status screen again, then over at already finished potions of all sorts and their color-coded corks on top of a shelf.
The pink cork seemed to be calling him, urging him to do something he was hesitant to do.
That one was a pretty powerful aphrodisiac.
It was meant to be imbibed, but it could also work its way through the skin, although with a significantly reduced effect compared to if it was ingested. Five drops would seriously compromise anyone s ability to make rational decisions when it came to sex, pleasure and vice for the next four to six hours. Ten drops would make a raging whore out of a prude saint.
He rather doubted that he'd still see the high values in their relationship if she returned to normal having lost her virginity after the massage, no matter how much of an active and willing participant she might have been at the time. No doubt she'd suspect foul play and their relationship would take a nasty hit as a result. But that was if he used enough of it to do that and pushed her a little bit once she was doped up.
But if he used a smaller dose and with the reduction in effect from being absorbed through her skin instead of her stomach? That would make her a bit horny, possibly reduce inhibitions a bit too, but it wouldn't turn her into a sex-crazed maniac. Would she attribute that to the massage and being seen naked by him or would she still suspect foul play?
He saw the Potion changing from a milky white to transparent with a slight shine, so he turned the burner off and gave it one last stir, then stood back and watched it for a couple of seconds.
"I'm such a creep..." he muttered to himself, then headed for the completed potions and picked up the vial sealed with a pink cork, bringing it over to the simmering Potion in the cauldron. He'd made enough of it that he figured it would be enough for eight sessions, just in case the Magic Burns persisted. They had turned dark a lot faster than they should have and started hurting much faster then normal, so she had it pretty bad. Normally one session would be enough, perhaps a follow-up session after a day for the slightly more serious ones. For something like what Violet seemed to have, which was a pretty dire case from the look of things, he assumed a Healer would prescribe two sessions a day for at least two days, then probably once a day for two more days.
That left him with two extra doses, in case they were needed.
He had made amazing progress with her over a pretty short amount of time and it was tempting to just go for it, see if he could reach the end goal in record-breaking time.
But no, he was a patient man by nature, he could wait for a big score.
But while it made him feel like an utter fucking creepy bastard, he none the less pulled the pink cork out and carefully added 16 drops to the potion. 2 drops per session and reduced effect because it wasn't ingested. She'd get worked up, but wouldn't loose all sense of herself or go completely bonkers. Since he was actually a deft hand at massaging, that would perhaps have a bit of effect too which would further arouse her, especially if the inhibition-lowering effect made her relax a bit. The pain and stiffness at the moment would probably also serve to put a damper on things, but she should become decently worked up as the treatment went on.
But hey, if she got used to being turned on when he touched her, that could be pretty beneficial further down the line. Pavlovian conditioning for the win.
Yeah, there was a reason he felt like such a bastard.
The hot shower had helped a bit with the stiffness, she certainly wouldn't be doing cartwheels anytime soon, but she noted when drying herself off that it was easier bending and moving her arms and legs then it had been when she undressed for the shower. They were stiffer then normal that was for sure, but noticeably not as much as they had been before the shower.
She looked over at herself in the mirror again, just as she had done before the shower, but being a bit more thorough about it this time. Noting just exactly where on her body she had been marked with those Magic Burns.
Face. Neck. Shoulders. Arms. Hands. Torso. Stomach. Groin. Hips. Thighs. Legs. Ankles. Feet.
She bent forward and pushed her hair back and forth a bit, looking up at herself in the mirror.
Yeah, she could even see some blue lines underneath her hair.
"Bloody hell." she muttered. "Sorry for swearing, Hermione, but even you probably would if you were me right now."
All right, so he would pretty much have to give her a full-body massage. She'd known that before she accepted.
She looked at her breasts in the mirror. The Magic Burns were noticeably thinner there then they were on her hands and arms which had the thickest and darkest lines, but there were lines there. She bent her arms and cupped her own breasts, giving them an experimental squeeze. Her arms were stiff and hurt, but she could reach them. Fine control was a bit shit, but she could probably do them on her own.
She looked down at her cunny. There were no lines directly across or up against the more intimate parts, but there was a few streaking across her vulva and the patch of hair that crowned her vagina did have one running into it on one side and out through the other. She experimentally moved her arms over and gave herself some tentative strokes. Her arms hurt a bit when moving, but it seemed workable. She could probably do that area on her own as well. At least she seemed to have better control when her arms didn't have to bend quite as much as with her breasts.
She turned around and winced a bit as she turned her head a bit to look over her shoulder, staring down at her bum. She moved her hands backwards and managed to reach her bum with her right hand, but her left wouldn't go that far back. When she moved her right hand back to the front of her body, she could reach with her left, but she couldn't bring both hands behind her back at the same time with how stiff she was. She probably could do that area on her own, but since she couldn't really see anything back there well enough, he'd still have to look at it to guide her along.
Probably wasn't worth the hazzle she decided, even if she wasn't really looking forward to having someone touch her bum like that.
But all right, she might be able to do her breast and cunny by herself at least. That made her feel a bit better about it all.
She shook her head and went for the t-shirt, pulling that on with just a bit of effort. It covered the important bits for now and besides, she'd soon be naked in front of him anyway. No point in bothering with the shorts and briefs.
She looked at herself in the mirror again, taking slow deep breaths as she tried to put some sort of game-face on and calm down. Her heart was pounding fiercely and rapidly inside her chest, sounding much louder than it usually did.
"I can do this." she whispered to herself. "I kneed Quirrel in the groin then burned his face off once I got my hands on it. After Lockheart vanished the bones in my arm, I grabbed his man-bits and twisted until he cried like a little girl. When Seamus tried to peek in the girl s shower after Quidditch practise, I threw him out of the window. I drove off a horde of Dementors with a Patronus. I've dealt with living with the Dursleys for as long as I can remember. I can deal with this. I am a badass! I can tough it out." she declared and took one final deep breath.
Time to see if she was correct or not.
She unlocked and opened the bathroom door, then stalked out into the main room. Nick had moved a footrest to the middle of the room and closed the blinds on all the windows. He pulled out his wand and with a few swishes, transformed the footrest into a low massage table that just barely reached his own kneecaps.
She cleared her throat and he looked over his shoulder at her. He pointed his wand at the bathroom and summoned three towels from it. One was unfolded and spread out over the table, the other two he put near the edge of the table.
"Right then. Last chance. Do you still want me to do it or should we just head off to St Mungos?" he calmly asked.
Violet took another deep breath.
"You. I trust you." she declared, her voice cracking a bit at the last word.
"All right, I appreciate your trust in me. I have received praise for my skills as a masseur before and I'll try my best to refrain from teasing you in the future if your back is full of hairy warts or something, so hopefully you won't think too badly of me afterwards." he responded with a faint half-smile. "I'll turn around so you can get undressed and lie face down on the table. Use these towels to cover up once you're down. I'll start with your hands, arms and then feet and legs, so there's no need for you to be completely uncovered." he explained and patted the towels when he mentioned them. "Any questions, concerns or anything else before we begin?"
"How long will it take? How long will it last? Can I do some bits myself?" she inquired.
"Your height impairment means less area to cover, so I'm guessing about thirty to forty minutes." he replied and ignored the angry look she favoured him with at his dig directed at her short stature. "You have it pretty bad, I'm afraid. Those burns are darker then normal, turned dark quicker then normal and started being painful much sooner then expected, so my guess at the moment is that we'll probably have to do this again tomorrow morning, then probably again in the evening. Depending on how things are the day after, possibly another two-session day. After that we should be down to one session a day for one or two days. Everything should have cleared up by then and the burns should have faded away by then, but we'll see. It could take a day or two longer." he continued and smiled gently at her. "And you can do the more sensitive areas yourself." he finished and she relaxed a bit at that particular revelation. "Further questions?"
She shook her head and he nodded, then turned around to give her a bit of privacy. After yet another deep breath, she pulled the t-shirt off and approached the table. Since it was so low to the ground, it wasn't so hard to get up on it and position herself on top of it. She draped one towel over her lower back down to her thighs with little issue. The second one took a bit longer to drag over her shoulders and upper body as her stiff arms made it a tad harder now when she had to bend them more. Once she felt that what needed to be covered was, she took still yet another deep breath.
"I'm ready." she declared, her tone of voice a bit squeakier then she would have liked it to be. There was a hole in the table for her face, but she currently had her head turned in his direction, so she saw how he turned around to face her and stopped for a moment, just watching for a few seconds. He then shook his head and reached out to fiddle a bit with the towel over her upper body. He then got his wand out again and with a swish, the table rose off the ground so he wouldn't have to kneel in order to work on her.
"Allrightie then, I'll start with your left hand and then move up to your arm, then the other side." he declared and reached for an orange-capped glass vial standing on the corner of the table. "The burns should start hurting a bit less almost immediately, but I'll have to keep massaging until the burns turn from the blue colour you see now to a more off-white greyish colour. At that point, the pain should be temporarily gone leaving behind just a faint tingle, if that. When you do your own bits later, that's what you have to keep an eye out for. First the colour change, then you keep at it until you no longer feel any pain at all before moving on. I'll trust you to tell me if you're still hurting when I move on to another area, then I have go back and massage for a bit longer until the pain is completely gone."
"Okay." she squeaked out as he uncapped the vial and poured some into the palm of his left hand, then rubbed his hands together after putting the vial back down.
He gently took possession of her left hand and mostly stroked it all over with both hands, taking care to get between her fingers and generally ensuring that her hand was entirely covered with the Potion which smelled faintly of Elderflower and something citrusy. Then he started rubbing her hand, applying some pressure and really working the Potion in. She instantly felt the difference, the rest of her body still hurt, but the pain was swiftly going away from her hand as he kept on working on it.
It felt pretty weird, but she eventually decided that if she wasn't hurting all over, it would probably be pretty nice to get a hand massage like this from time to time.
"This is what you need to look out for later." he indicated after about two minutes, gently moving her hand closer to her face and dragged his right index finger along one of the burns, which had now turned from a dark blue to a very light grey, almost white. A spot in the middle was still blue, but after he pressed down and rubbed a bit more along that part that too turned into the near-white colour of the rest. "Make sure you get rid of all the blue bits until it's all this colour." he continued and pulled her hand back to the former position while he finished up the rest of it. "It's probably hard to tell, since the rest of your body probably hurts like hell, but do you feel any more pain in this hand?" he asked after about half a minute more.
She frowned a bit and considered it.
"I don't think so." she replied after a few seconds of consideration.
"Okay, I'll move on to your arm then. Tell me if you feel anything lingering pain in your hand later and I'll go back to it for a while longer." he requested and poured some more Potion into his hands, before starting to work that onto her left arm. She kept on observing for a while, but when his hands got close to her shoulder she finally turned her head around and put her face into the padded hole in the table. She could feel her face heating up in a blush as his hands got closer to her left breast. She held her breath as he reached the upper portion of her arm and carefully spread the Potion around in that area. She kept expecting the back of his hand to brush against the side of her boob, but apparently he was pretty careful about that and the contact she was kind of dreading never happened.
She forced down a moan that wanted out as he started the massage of her arm for real, that felt pretty darn nice, but she didn't want to vocalize just how nice it felt by letting out an embarrassing moan. She couldn't quite supress a faint shiver however.
Damn.
It had been kinda nice when he worked on her hand, but this was a significant step up on the niceness scale.
She let out a deep breath she hadn't been aware of holding and felt how her body relaxed, easing up on a tension she hadn't picked up on before she released it. She felt how the pain gradually started to leave her arm, leaving behind the soothing sensation of his hands and fingers running across her skin and pressing down on her flesh. Her mind sort of drifted off a little bit, occasionally being jerked out of a drowsy haze when some other part of her body gave off a twinge of pain.
A few minutes later after he had lifted her arm up a bit and appeared to give it a once-over, he walked around to the other side of the table and she heard the cork of the vial being pulled again as he likely poured some more onto his hand. Moments later, he started on her right hand and she let out a sigh as she felt how the relief from the pain came almost immediately.
She heard him humming faintly as he worked her hand over and she soon found herself nodding along to the unfamiliar but catchy melody. She wasn't a big music buff, never really having been allowed to listen to music while growing up. Dudley would sometimes blast music at an ungodly volume in his room, she could sometimes overhear something playing on the television and Lavender had a Wizarding Wireless in the girl s dorm back at Hogwarts, but that was pretty much it.
She shivered again as he moved on from hand to arm. She tensed up a bit as he came to the upper part of her arm, but once again he successfully avoided brushing up against her sideboob and thus she managed to relax soon after.
Once again, damn!
This was pretty great.
She was once again in somewhat of a haze once he appeared to finish up with her arm after inspecting it for a bit.
"Do your arms and hands feel all right? Any lingering pain anywhere in them?" he inquired.
"Nah, they feel great." she answered.
"That's very good. I see some faint lines through your hair, so slight change of plans. I'll do your neck and scalp before moving on to your legs." he said and she heard the cork on the vial popping again, then his hands landed on both sides of her neck. Once the sides and back of her neck had been Potioned up, he gently started pushing her hair this way and that with one gentle hand while applying the lotion to her head with two fingers of his other hand. This took a fair amount of time since her hair provided quite the obstacle, but after several minutes he started massaging her head.
That was a bit of a mixed bag. It felt overall really great, but there were slight twinges of pain from time to time as her hair was pulled in one direction or other. It wasn't too bad though and the sensation of relief as the burns stopped being painful made the occasional hair-pulling more then worth it.
Then he moved on to her neck and this time she did let out an audible moan, her earlier blush returning with a vengeance. It felt like her face was on fire and she was suddenly immensely grateful that it was currently directed at the floor through the hole in the table, so he couldn't see just how red she likely was at the moment.
"I took some evening classes in college, so I actually have a diploma as a masseur lying around somewhere. Made a fair bit of extra cash all through Uni by selling massages." he announced. "I know I'm good at it and it's supposed to feel good, so there's no need to feel ashamed."
"It's still embarrassing." Violet muttered. "You went to college and university?"
"Yeah. I wanted to keep one foot in the Wizarding World and the other in the Muggle World, so I ensured I'd have a viable education in both." he responded after a few moments.
She felt another moan coming on as he worked out an especially stiff spot on her neck, but managed to supress it and started drifting again as he kept loosening up her neck and giving it to her oh so good. No hair-pulling this time, so this was just simply amazing. By the time he seemed to be finished with her neck, she nearly made a noise of protest as his hands retracted.
"Okay, right foot first. I hope you're not ticklish." he said and moved to the other end of the table. "Hrm." she heard him clear his throat and then she felt him push the towel resting over her thighs down between her legs. She blinked in confusion for a split second and then blushed fiercely again as she realized that he must have been able to see something he probably shouldn't have underneath the towel, then pushed it down for better concealment.
She damn well nearly leaped off the table when that realization struck her, but forced herself to remain still. Her entire body tensed again and it took nearly half a minute and many deep breaths until she managed to calm down somewhat. Had he seen... It? Or had he pushed down the towel to prevent him from doing so? Did he see it? Did he not?
She wanted to know, but didn't want to ask.
She clenched her teeth and forced herself to remain silent.
He didn't say anything else and soon enough, she felt him gently grab her right foot in order to work the potion in. She was a bit ticklish to be honest, but with his stroking movements as he covered her foot with potion and gentle deft finger work as he worked it in between her toes, that never became an issue. She was still tense when he had actually massaged her foot as well and only got more so as he started covering her right leg with potion about half-way up her thigh.
Once he started massaging around her ankle, she stiffened completely. Her entire body felt stiffer now then before her shower. It felt good, but since he was slowly running out of 'safe' areas to work with, her nervousity increased exponentially.
It helped that he didn't say anything, just kept on massaging her lower leg and by the time he'd gotten up to her kneecap, she'd actually managed to mostly relax again. She did feel herself tense up a bit again as he pushed the towel a bit out of his way, then started working on her lower thigh.
Pearls of sweat appeared on her forehead and she absently wondered if her face would be permanently rose-coloured from now on as she kept on supressing moan after moan. She kept on clenching her teeth and wanted to let out a scream as she realized that her entire body was feeling hot. She could feel moisture being generated in her lower bits and her cunny faintly pulsed as it apparently greatly appreciated what was happening to the rest of her body.
Traitor! No! Stop it! Dry up! Be like the Sahara Desert!
She was so embarrassed that she wanted to cry. Her treasonous lower bits weren't supposed to get so excited by what in essence was a medical procedure.
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
She nearly yelled out a heart-felt 'Thank you!' when he was apparently satisfied with her work on her right leg, pulled the towel back and then moved on to her left foot. The tension left her and she finally unclenched her teeth as those deft, talented hands started covering her left foot with potion, then started massaging it. She tensed up for a bit again once he moved on to the leg, but she wasn't quite as tense this time.
She still felt like crying once he had moved up and started massaging her left lower thigh however. She was sure that he'd be able to see a wet spot on the towel underneath her by the time this was over. Her treasonous vagoo refused to follow her mental orders and did in no way, shape or form dry up as she so fervently wished it would.
When he finally finished to his satisfaction and pulled the towel back into place again, she did let out a muted relieved whimper.
The cork on the vial popped out again and then he removed the towel from her upper back entirely accompanied by a low hiss from her. When he pushed the lower towel down a bit to reveal her lower back, she tensed the fuck up again. He said nothing however and instead merely started applying the potion all over her back, adding some more from the vial until he was apparently satisfied. As the burns on her back started hurting less, she did relax a bit and once he'd actually massaged her shoulders for a couple of seconds, tension just evaporated. Her entire body felt like it turned to mush and she allowed an un-muted moan to escape her lips.
If she thought she had been in a bit of haze before, that was nothing compared to now. She felt like she was floating and just remained still and relaxed as his hands moved down from her shoulders to her back and sides, before finishing up with her lower back. The whimper that escaped her lips now was in no way muted or relieved, she just wanted him to keep on going.
Forever if possible.
It felt good, so darned good!
The whimper went uncommented on and instead he once again put the towel down over her upper back, but nothing else happened for a few seconds.
"Okay, one last part on your back left. I need to remove the other towel for that. I'll ask one final time. Are you okay with this?" he inquired.
She wished she could say that she took her time to think about it, considered it carefully, weighed the pro's and con's of it.
"Yeah." she instantly replied and the towel was removed a few seconds afterwards.
There was silence for a bit and then she heard a sigh.
"One moment. I need to conjure a few mirrors for you before I do anything else." he suddenly said and she pulled her head out of the hole in the table, looking back at him over her shoulder.
"Is something wrong?!" she yelped.
"Not wrong, just... Somewhat more embarrassing for the both of us then I had anticipated." he replied evasively and wiped his hands on the towel that had covered her bum, then pulled out his wand and conjured two tripods with bendy arms holding a mirror each. He put one of them near her face and then moved the other one around to the other side of the table, pulling the mirror over the table and twisting it down a bit towards her bum and left side of her hip. "Can you see yourself properly now?" he asked and she reached out with her left hand, giving the mirror near her face a little angle adjustment by herself, then frantically started scanning the mirror image of her arse in the mirror.
"What am I supposed to be looking at?" she nervously inquired and saw how his right hand came into the picture, hovering above her and his right index finger gesturing at a dark blue line that started on her left hip, then zig-zagged its way up across the lower bit of her left butt-cheek, before it dipped down into the cleft between her cheeks.
"One moment, I'll pull them apart for you." he said and she was about to ask what he was intending to pull apart, when his hands fell upon the sides of one butt-cheek each, then gently spread them a bit apart from each other.
She damn well nearly whipped her right arm around in an attempt to punch him out, but just before she swung her arm around, her eyes kept tracking the blue line in the mirror and her entire body froze.
"I see you've noticed the same thing I did." he remarked dryly and she swallowed nervously.
The blue line she had been looking at dipped down between her cheeks all right, dipped down between and continued up her right cheek where it stopped about half-way across her right butt-cheek. She tracked it back to the cleft between her cheeks. That line passed just above her asshole, right through the creased wrinkled area around it as a matter of fact.
He released her butt and pulled his hands away.
Violet took a deep breath and scowled at the image in the mirror. She had looked at her rear in the bathroom mirror, but she hadn't quite realized just where this particular line had been going or that it had been an unbroken one. She moved back with her left arm and reached for her own behind. She got her hand about half-way across her left butt-cheek before the strain got too bad, when she got it all the way over to where it was needed, her entire arm trembled and her hand shook from the strain. It didn't hurt as much, but she was still incredibly stiff and her body didn't quite want to cooperate with her desires.
She closed her eyes and forced back the tears that threatened to emerge.
"Just do it." she snarled and shoved her head back into the hole in the table, sniffling audibly several times as she cursed her life and just how incredibly exposed and helpless she felt.
There was silence for a few seconds, then a gentle hand landed on her towel-covered right shoulder and gave her a slow gentle squeeze. She felt something pressing down on the hair at the back of her head, then he made a kissing noise just before she felt his lips dip down on the back of her head.
"You are incredibly brave." he breathed into her hair, then pulled back and released her shoulder. Through the hole in the table, she saw the mirror-tripods vanishing as he apparently ended the conjuration. A little later, she felt how Potion-covered hands landed on her upper tights and the process of covering her thighs, butt, hips and very lowest part of her lower back started.
She clenched her teeth in furious anger at the situation as she felt first one thumb, then the other sweeping over her asscrack, applying the Potion.
If it wasn't for how good it felt when the marks slowly started hurting less, she probably would have asked him to stop. Especially as it felt like her treasonous cunny was still leaking onto the towel beneath her.
Fuck it. He was going to rub around her asshole. If that didn't make either or both of them die by embarrassment, a wet spot on the towel probably wouldn't either.
Once the Potion had been spread, he started with the upmost part of her right leg and hip, which she was faintly grateful for. He shifted her lower body around a bit, twisting it a bit as he massaged all around her leg, pulling the entire leg slightly to the side at one point to get to it all.
The pulse in her nether regions increased in power and she did let out a few tears as she impossibly felt it grow even more moist. She didn't really react otherwise however, having more or less just given up and surrendered to the situation. Her mind drifted and she barely reacted as he finished with her right side and moved over to her left, giving the last of her left leg the same treatment.
When his hands finally moved up to her butt, she just let out a muted pleased moan and several more during the few minutes he rubbed the lotion in.
She did leave the daze as she heard him take a deep breath, then finally moved on to the crack of her ass.
He was ever so gentle at first and she couldn't decide if it was heaven or hell, if she hated it or liked it. The rare few times when she had played with herself had never involved this particular area of her body. The only times she approached that was when wiping or washing. She felt her own anus twitching as his fingers brushed the area above it over and over again, rubbing Potion into the fucking blue burn that had decided to appear on that particular area of her body.
When he finally appeared satisfied and his hands left her body, she still didn't quite know what she felt about the experience. Her emotions were going through so many changes that she couldn't identify a single one. She just felt tired, listless, horny and a growing sense of apathy, as if nothing really mattered any longer. He carefully draped the towel over her again and she let out a satisfied sigh.
"Is it hurting anywhere still, somewhere I've missed?" he asked and she took a few seconds to consider it, sensing out all the areas he'd covered so far.
"No, it's alright. You got it them all." she replied.
"Ok. You want something to drink before tackling your front?" he inquired.
"Yes please." she murmured, her mouth feeling quite dry at the moment.
"Okay. Is water fine?" he asked and got a murmur of agreement. "You can turn over and readjust the towels while I fetch a glass of water for you." he hinted and walked over towards the kitchen. She waited a second, then gingerly turned herself over and hastily arranged the lower towels, clenching the upper one around her chest with her arms as she sat up on the table. She saw him fill a glass of water and then taking a few sips straight from the tap for himself, before he turned around and walked over, holding the glass up to her lips.
She drank her fill, slowly shaking her head when she'd had enough.
He put the glass down on the floor next to one of the legs to the table, then rose up again. His eyes swept across the exposed areas of her skin for a few seconds.
"I seem to have gotten most of it, missed a few spots on your right leg though. I'll take care of that, then do your stomach and your face." he said and held up the vial. "Yeah, should be enough left for you to do your lady bits after."
She nodded and silently watched as he rubbed away a few spots on the front of her right leg that he'd apparently missed when she was on her back. Once that was done, he gently pushed her back onto the tabletop with a hand behind her shoulder blades carefully lowering her down. She sighed as he pushed both towels a bit out of the way, then covered her stomach with the Potion. A relieved hiss left her lips as a particular bothersome burn on her stomach stopped hurting as he gently massaged it.
Once that was done, she had to clench her teeth again as he moved up to the top of the table and leaned forward over her face as he started rubbing Potion over her face, forehead, ears and her throat. She closed her eyes and just let him work, it felt odd staring up into his blue eyes. She'd never really noted just how blue his eyes was before.
She mentally drifted off again as his fingers and palms flitted back and forth, up and down, over her face, ears and throat. Embarrassingly enough, her lower bits still pulsed and throbbed with some sort of unidentifiable need, but she tried to ignore it. The arms that had been crossed over her chest, holding the towel in place relaxed and came to rest parallel to her body.
So nice. So incredibly nice.
"That's my part done, I think. Nothing I've gone over still hurting?" he inquired after a bit.
She shook her head slowly, still in that incredible haze.
"That's good. If you wrap up in the bathroom and let the potion sit for five minutes or so after you've applied it, you can take another shower for the stiffness and to wash off. Just be careful to get all blue bits." he instructed and she nodded dazedly.
She barely admitted it, even in the silence of her own mind, but the thought of asking him to take care of the remaining bits popped into her head and it took nearly half a minute to dismiss it. She let out a sigh and wrapped her arms around her chest again, then tried to sit up which he quickly reached out to help her with, one hand between her shoulder blades pushing her into an upright position. He picked up the t-shirt from where she had dropped it earlier and gently pulled it over the top of her head, before turning around to give her some privacy. She dropped the towels and pulled the t-shirt down over her body, then slowly slid off the table and into an upright position. She slowly picked up the vial and tilted it back and forth for a few seconds, then observed as he turned around to face her.
"Thanks." she told him with a somewhat strained smile.
He smiled in return, then reached out and put his right hand on top of her head, giving her a long-overdue head pat. His thumb stretched out and pulled away her bangs, then he leaned forward and placed a gentle and quick kiss on her forehead.
"No worries, shorty. Happy to have been of assistance." he told her and she felt yet another in a long streak of blushes start to redden her cheeks.
She quickly spun around and marched off towards the bathroom to hide her quickly reddening face from him.
Based on a faint chuckle she could hear behind her, she wasn't sure that she had succeeded.
Once locked inside the bathroom, she put the vial down on the washroom sink, then slowly pulled the t-shirt off and put it on a shelf that already held the shorts and briefs from when she stripped earlier. She moved in front of the full-body mirror and looked at herself, frowning a bit at the mix of blue and white lines streaking across her skin, white where his hands had been, blue where they hadn't. She uncorked the vial and poured what she felt was a good amount of Potion into her right hand, then started rubbing it into her breasts while putting the vial down, then let her left hand get in on the action. She glanced downwards and shuddered as she saw a trickle of fluid making its way down her legs. Her vagina was leaking, puffed up and open for business.
She blushed furiously and closed her eyes while her hands got a bit more forceful.
God, that was embarrassing!
She shuddered again as she imagined what the towel on the table must look like.
Her hands got even more forceful and a muted whimper escaped her lips at the odd blend of pleasure and pain she was causing herself. She opened her eyes again and noted a slight increase in the amount of fluid slowly emerging from her lower half.
He had seen her butt. He had ran his hands over her butt. He had caressed her anus.
She pinched her nipples and let out a low whine.
She'd gotten wet while he massaged her.
She pinched her nipples again.
His hands had roamed over almost her entire body, only her breast and vagina were still untouched. He'd seen nearly her entire naked body, only a few spots having been hidden from his gaze.
She bit down on her lower lip and released her nipples, now more gently running her hands over her breasts.
When he removed the towel and saw the wet spot, would he think her a slut? Just some silly little girl who got so very very very very very horny by the touch of his hands? So very horny, so hot, so wet.
Her legs clenched together and rubbed against each other, the throbbing in her vagina increasing as she kept on caressing her breasts.
Did he think she was pretty? Beautiful? Sexy? He kept on teasing her, but it never felt malicious. It was more like terms of endearments. What did he think about her?
Her left hand whipped out and grabbed the vial, then she leaned back a bit and poured everything that was left on her lower stomach and the last trickle on her breasts, then she clumsily clunked the empty vial down on the sink again. Her left hand moved back to her breasts, while her right dipped down and started moving the Potion from her stomach to her most intimate region. She let out a quiet but deep groan as the last of the painful burns stopped hurting and all that was left was pleasure.
This was so wrong, so very wrong. Nick was out in the main room, but she just couldn't stop herself. She hadn't known about this sort of stuff until her second year at Hogwarts, but opportunities to pleasure herself in private were few and far between. Even after she'd learned about it, she'd never done it at number four. She just couldn't bring herself to do it, even when the others were out and not expected back. She just couldn't muster up the will to do it there. So her experience was pretty much limited to a few stray experiences in the girls bathroom in Gryffindor tower, an occasional treat for herself in her bed in the dorms and a few times when she'd snuck out underneath her invisibility cloak and found some abandoned classroom where she could relieve herself like this.
She slipped a finger inside and forced a whimper to be as quiet as she could make it, sliding her finger inside and out while her palm rubbed back and forth on the outside. Her left hand pinched first her left nipple, then her right.
What the hell was up with the pinching, she wondered. It wasn't something she'd ever really enjoyed before, but now it felt like she needed it. She needed all of it and more. She'd never felt like this before when seeking relief, the sheer amount of pleasure she felt now blew every other time she'd done this out of the water. Her need was greater then ever before, much greater. The first time she'd managed to find an opportunity to get off after returning to Hogwarts for her third year after a long summer was nothing compared to how much she NEEDED it now.
A second finger joined the first inside of her.
She felt so empty, it was like her lower body demanded to be filled and stuffed to the brim. Her insides felt simultaneously like a furnace and a rapidly-flowing river. Her legs were shaking and it was a struggle to remain upright. She wanted to cry, she wanted to laugh out loud.
Her right hand increased the pace and her left grabbed her left breast, lifting it up to her mouth so she could suck both nipple and areola into her mouth, muffling another drawn-out groan.
She needed to be quiet, but hell, she barely cared at this point. But what if Nick heard her? What if he forced the door open and saw her?
Her climax came without warning and with overwhelming force.
One moment she'd been on the way there and the next, KABOOM! Just like the road there had been more pleasurable then ever before, the end goal also reached never-before thought of heights of pure ecstasy. She keened against her left breast and her right hand received a generous splash of fluid from her nethers. Her entire body jerked and her back arched backwards, before it felt like all her strength left her. She stumbled and just barely managed to avoid tackling the mirror, instead managing to lean against the wall next to it. Her mouth slipped off her breast, a string of saliva connecting the two of parts of her body for a moment before it broke and she sucked in a deep breath of air.
Merlin, Morgana and Maeve, what the hell was that?
But bloody hell, it sure as fuck felt great!
It took her quite a bit of heavy breathing before she felt recovered enough to push herself off the wall and move herself in front of the mirror again. She let her gaze move across her body, flitting back and forth to see if she missed any spots, which she had. She scraped up some splotches of Potion from her stomach and carefully started working it in on the parts of her vulva and inner thighs that still had blue streaks rather then white. Once all of them were gone and she had supressed a loud groan, she staggered towards the shower.
She had to fight off the urge to start another bout of self-pleasure and just leaned her back against the shower wall, trying to breathe slowly and get her still wildly beating heart to slow down a bit, while she waited until she could wash herself off.
And clean up the bathroom a bit. The area in front of the mirror had a puddle on the ground and drops of fluid stuck to the mirror.
She hoped she had been quiet enough, now when her head was a bit clearer after having gotten some relief. The massage had been embarrassing enough but if Nick had actually heard her? She hoped not.
But why the hell did the thought of him overhearing her make her have to fight down the urge to start things up again?