Trigger Warning: if themes of consent‑nonconsent, bondage, domination, sadism, or masochism are offensive or a trigger for you, do not proceed with this chapter.
Waking before Hannah and Cho, Harry rose and took a shower. By the time he emerged they were snuggled together, still asleep. Apparating directly into Pansy's flat he was pleased that they were both there. Tracey had not yet moved into her own flat and was making use of Pansy's couch. Harry made himself a pot of tea while he waited and sat at the table contemplating the dream.
Making sense of Daphne's dream was beyond his reach at the moment. Had Daphne consented to the extraction of her dream? Had she consented for them to see it? Did she expect any of them to act upon it? Why was the dream so dark, so abusive? Daphne was a young woman of the most extraordinary beauty, hardly the image of a perverse or evil witch. How did this all fit together and how did he become wrapped up in it?
"Good morning, Harry." It was Pansy who was sitting up in bed. He did not know she owned pajamas but, since there was to be no fraternization with Tracey it made sense that they would maintain some modesty while they roomed together. "Have you come to discuss the dream?"
"Yes. I have. I've been disturbed by it," he answered.
Tracey opened her eyes and saw him. "Good morning, Harry. I suppose you have a few questions?"
"Good morning, Tracey. Yes, I do."
Pansy interjected, "Ok. I'll make breakfast while you discuss matters with Tracey. I'm assuming this will take some time." With that she got up and put on slippers, something else Harry had not thought she might have, and proceeded to the kitchen behind him. Tracey had risen and was bringing a piece of parchment to the table.
"First you must sign the contract," Tracey informed him. "Daphne, Pansy, and I have all signed and there's a drop of our blood beside our signatures. Sign on the line below ours." The contract read as follows:
This is a magically binding contract. It binds the signatories to an absolute pledge that all matters arising from the dreams, fantasies, fetishes, kinks, and or paraphilias of Daphne Greenglass shall not be revealed nor discussed, except among the signatories.
In addition, any physical engagement or wish fulfillment that may occur among the signatories shall be held to the same level of absolute secrecy.
In addition, all signatories shall be held harmless for any consequences arising from any physical engagement or wish fulfillments and shall be exempt from any reprisal or accountability either legal, civil or personal.
This contract cannot be cancelled unless by an equally binding magical contract drawn up personally by Daphne Greenglass and requiring signatures to be personally witnessed by Daphne Greenglass.
Along with the contract parchment Tracey produced a quill and a small dagger. Harry read the contract three times.
He asked, "Who wrote this contract?"
"Daphne"
"What is she trying to say about physical engagement? She doesn't expect us to act any of this out, does she?" Harry asked.
"You need to sign before I discuss it," Tracey said.
"Can anyone else be added to the contract? I don't keep secrets from Hermione."
"I thought of that yesterday and asked Daphne. She agreed. However, Hermione will be the last addition. There will be no more. You need to sign before you ask any more questions."
There were two blank lines below the lines with the other signatures. Harry signed on the next line, pricked the tip of his ring finger and squeezed out a drop of blood, depositing it above his line before his signature. A thin golden lasso of light emerged from the blood drop, wrapped around him, and sank into his body. Tracey gathered up the contract, quill, and dagger and put them away into her pocket.
"Yes, to answer your question, the whole point of this is that we expect to help Daphne act out her fantasies. The dream recurs often. Also, she replays the dream whenever she wanks, which is at least two times a day now. It's become an obsession. Maybe if she has the opportunity to play the scene in real life she'll regain her self‑control."
"How did you obtain the dream?"
"Daphne volunteered it. She's been confiding in me about this dream since our second year. It was only an occasional thing then and not as fully developed but even then but it was reoccurring. It's becoming darker. Daphne's Dad has a Pensieve so we've all seen it, more than once. We're worried that it may grow more extreme and make it impractical to play it out in real life. So we're asking you for your help before it does too far. You're the only one who can help us and we think this is urgent." Tracey's voice took on a pleading quality.
"Breakfast," called out Pansy. "Everyone sit down." She had made bangers, fried eggs, and porridge with a large pot of tea.
"By the way, Harry," Pansy started, "did you sneak into Hogwarts to use the Pensieve in the Headmaster's office? Someone told me they haven't been made since the reign of Charlemagne; they're rare."
"No, I acquired one of my own. Through the course of the wizarding war I helped a few people escape from Death Eaters. So there are wizards willing to do me favors."
Pansy responded with excitement. "If you own a Pensieve I might just give you a few of my dreams and memories. They can give you more ideas. I'm getting wet just thinking about it."
"I don't know, Pansy. I was shocked by Daphne's dream. I don't know if I can do this. Taking on your fantasies might be too much. Must I use that medieval pillory? Where do we even obtain one? That device seemed complicated."
"We've already commissioned a couple of free elves who are skilled carpenters. They built the device almost exactly as Daphne imagined it. So, we already have the device," answered Tracey.
Pansy added, "Maybe you can put me in it too. Also, I've completed the collection of the torture instruments that were on the wall in the dream. Fuck, but that girl has one wild imagination. How did she even know about those things? But, anyway, we have everything we need. Maybe, Harry, you can do a test run and practice with me?"
Harry had to admit it. "You're nothing if not persistent, Pansy. I guess it's obvious because you really don't take no for an answer from your clients."
"You're changing the subject, Harry. We need you to do this and if you need to try a few test runs I'm volunteering." Pansy was not taking no for an answer from Harry.
Tracey added, "She's right. This isn't a lark for us. It's serious business. If you have, as you claim saved wizards and witches during the fight with the Dark Lord then you should help us now with our mission to save our friend."
Now Pansy challenged him. "What's the difference between the sexual fantasies that Daphne has and what you did to me? Did you forget how you tied me up? Aren't you overlooking the welts you gave me beating me with that belt? Your abuse of my nipples and clit was evil. You have a dark side to you, and no mistake. You'll abuse me but not Daphne?"
"I don't know, Pansy. Somehow it was different with you."
"Is it because I'm not a peaches and cream princess with platinum blond hair and a reputation for being polite to everyone? You're right. I'm not a princess like Daphne. I have dark hair and I was abusive to people during my school days, acting superior with no credibility. But Daphne's superior status is real. I didn't think status mattered to you. You might have felt justified torturing me because of my low status but can't justify torturing Daphne because of her high status?" Pansy was striking close to the truth and Harry knew it.
"Well, maybe," he said.
Pansy went on, "Well let me set you straight, Mister Harry Potter. Every one of us has the potential for dark sexual fantasies and fetishes. It's all stored away in an ancient part of our brain. Daphne the Ice Queen Princess endures a thousand expectations and social codes because of her status. It's just possible that those fantasies worm their way up to the surface because she's denied a chance to express her sexual identity or her natural sexuality. What makes matters worse is that she was sorted into Slytherin House where it's necessary to keep your guard up. You need to get over your self‑righteous morality and outdated fantasies about purity, status, and propriety."
"Hang on. That's a lot to take in all at once. Merlin, Pansy, you can be as intense as Hermione. I need a moment to think about what you said. But, I admit, it does strike true, a little."
"Then if I'm like Hermione you should be more than capable of dealing with it." There were a few moments of silence and then they all laughed together. The tension was broken. It was difficult for Harry to deny that she had spoken more than a few truths.
"Why me?" Harry asked.
"Of all the possible forbidden fruits she could choose from you're the most forbidden because your mother was a muggle. You have one foot in the muggle world. On top of that you're the nemesis of Slytherin House. If she's trying to rebel against the boundaries imposed upon her, you're forbidden fruit personified."
Harry still had a question. "So what does this clause mean, shall be held harmless for any consequences? I don't understand."
Tracey explained, "There is a sexual fetish the muggles refer to as consent‑nonconsent. It's her way of specifying to the signatories that she consents to anything and everything that might happen to her, but she's going to fight like hell during the scene. You're both playing a role. Just like in the dream you may force her to beg for it, supposedly because she's been coerced or you've broken her will. If you want me to make it simple, you're going to torture and rape her and she's going to be an authentic victim, but she wants to be tortured and raped even though she won't admit it. The clause is her way of granting consent."
"Merlin, this is so complicated. It's not going to be easy for me to do. Ok, Pansy. Maybe you have a good idea about holding a practice session."
Pansy smiled. "You're a horny pervert, Harry Potter, but a horny pervert with an amazing cock and a fantastically evil imagination. It's a deal. When do we start?"
"You've both got to open the shop soon, so we can't do it now," Harry observed.
Tracey had another idea. "But we do have enough time to show you the dungeon we constructed." They all stood up and exited Pansy's flat onto the landing at the top of the stairs that ascended from the door to the arcade. Tracey's flat was going to be at the front of the building above the neighboring shop with large bay windows and she was moving in today. When her flat was ready similar bay windows would be installed in Pansy's flat which would also be enlarged and remodeled. The storage room for the shop was behind Pansy's flat on the back of the building and there was another empty room behind Tracey's flat. They stood at the door to that room. Tracey opened the locked door with her wand and they entered.
Tracey now explained, "The entire room has been sealed with a silencing charm and the door is locked and unlocked magically."
To say that Harry was amazed is understating his shock. The room was an exact replica of the space he witnessed in Daphne's dreamscape. One wall was covered in all the paraphernalia and the pillory dominated the center of the room. He walked around the device twice, examining the details of its construction, and then bent down and turned the hand cranks. The cranks faithfully adjusted the elevations of the stocks and the support plank as Daphne had imagined. A foot treadle had been added to the front that caused the upper plank of the stocks to descend at an even rate and latch shut.
What he had not seen in the dream were the ropes hanging from the ceiling, threaded through pulleys there and then threaded through hand crank winches. Two of the lines supported a bar that could be used to suspend the submissive. There were several implements that he was curious about and, with Harry asking questions, Tracey identified a spreader bar, canes, various masks and gags, different varieties of floggers, whips, and special gloves used to suspend the submissive from the overhead bar, designed to support their weight without cutting or chafing. There was also a strange sort of long glove that Tracey explained would sheath both arms together behind the submissives back, pinching the arms tightly together and pulling the sub's shoulders back painfully. Stress positions and binders were, apparently, part of this world of sexual sadism that Harry did not know existed. There were bottles of lube and Murtlap essence in the drawers of the desk.
A strange thought entered his mind that Hermione would be fascinated by all of this and he imagined her pouring through books in a library researching everything there was to know about the subject, if books on this subject could even be found in a library.
Tracey roused him from his reverie. "It's close to the time for us to open the shop. You can stay and explore if you like. Just remember to place a locking charm on the door. The door is also protected with a confundus charm that will cause muggles to see the door as part of the wall, but we want it locked anyway."
"Ok," said Harry. "but I'll return later. I want to do some research right now. I hope you both have a profitable day."
"We're expanding our client base, Harry. I need to order more merchandise and split my time between ordering, paying invoices, and helping Tracey on the sales floor. Apparently sexy young women are a draw for foot traffic." Pansy laughed; clearly delighted by the power they had over these middle‑class muggle men.
They all exited the room, Tracey locked the door, and Harry apparated directly into his library in Grimmauld Place. He guessed that books related to medieval dungeon practices might be found on the upper shelves, beyond easy reach. First, he would need to practice with the translation charm and that turned out to be simple enough. Climbing one of the ladders he began perusing books on the uppermost shelves. As he expected there were books written in Latin and Greek that described everything from medieval architecture and construction of military defenses to navigating the political intrigues of court. Finally he found some books that might be helpful. One was a book of drawings and sketches that illustrated the instruments of torture and death. They were too gruesome and were intended to cause great harm and death, not useful for his purposes.
While he was searching Hannah and Cho had wandered in and continued their own research. It felt almost like the library at Hogwarts to Harry, with several students doing their homework.
Continuing his search he found a book written by a fourth century Roman philosopher, Nigreos, who had extended the thinkings of Plotinus, a Greek philosopher, who had developed a philosophy of erotic mysticism. Whereas Plotinus described the origins of sexual ecstasy as arising from the 'eye' of the soul and mediated by the intellect, Nigreos had postulated that sexual ecstasy was a universal experience of all living creatures. He had also observed that erotic passion is stimulated and greatly enhanced by means of enslavement to the will of a lover. His writings explored several means by which a lover could be rendered submissive to the sexual will of another. But he did not stop there as he also observed that pain and fear could intensify sexual ecstasy more powerfully than dominance alone. Nigreos postulated that pain, fear, and sexual release emanated from the same part of the soul while dominance and submission emanated from a proximate part, rendering them effective enhancements as well but less so. His conclusion was that pain, fear, and sexual eroticism converged to greatly magnify orgasmic release, the individual components combining to result in a total greater than the simple sum of their parts.
Nigreos filled later chapters with descriptions of the experiences of people he had interviewed. Each interview seemed to confirm his hypothesis. However, through the course of his interviews he learned much more about his research subjects: their beliefs, their inhibitions, their yearnings, and their social position. Equipped with so much intimate knowledge, Nigreos recognized that those who were more strictly bound by social conventions, familial expectations, and codes of behavior were also more likely to experience powerful erotic ecstasy under coercion, fear, pain and sexual stimulation. Less socially restricted peasants, less encumbered by social strictures, found those contrivances less useful or unnecessary. Nigreos concluded that inhibition was a type of dam that held our natural potential for erotic mysticism in abeyance and breaking the dam released a reservoir of pent‑up powers of need and desire that burst with enormous force. Being held to codes of conduct was the dam and coercion, fear, and pain could breech the dam.
The book was an easy read, each chapter being brief and efficient, and he had almost completed the book when Hermione arrived. Hermione's arrival and the discussion among the four of them regarding the party reminded him how close it was to his birthday. There were friends that wanted to celebrate his birthday now, or else it was just an excuse to have a party. Either way Harry appreciated the sentiment.
It also brought to mind that his circle of friends was growing. He had been so dependent upon Ron and Hermione during his school days, and Ron had faltered more than once. That left Hermione his one always loyal friend. He always got along with Neville but they had few interests in common. Also, from the time he met her, Luna had been a very good friend. Then there was Ginny and George. Others in Gryffindor had not been particularly close. Somehow the divisions of pure‑blood status and school houses had now ceased to matter, evidenced by his relationships with Hannah and Cho. They were each unique individuals who were now freer to be themselves and relate to each other on that basis. Personality and sense of humor mattered more now, as did sexual preferences. He found the sense of freedom that came with this new world very much to his liking.
Sometimes he questioned whether his new friends were now his friends because of his fame and celebrity. Among his new "close friends" he had reason to trust Pansy's sincerity. The exploration of the boundaries of his sexuality and sexual expression, and everyone else's explorations as well, changed the dynamic of forming and keeping friendships. Harry decided it was all a good thing, a very good thing.
After Hermione left Harry walked down to the haberdashery shop. It was close to closing time. Assuming a place in a comfortable chair he observed both witches serving separate clients and completing sales. There had not been more than one client at a time in the shop in his memory. At least in Harry's experience, this was a first. Soon the satisfied clients departed and Pansy and Tracey greeted Harry, then began the closing time routine. Once they finished Tracey retreated up to her newly completed flat and Pansy stayed behind to talk with him.
"Are you more comfortable with your expected role with Daphne?" Pansy asked.
"I'm willing to try a few practice sessions. You were right. I did seem to exhibit a sadistic streak with you. Maybe I could do it with Daphne. I might not follow the precise script in her dream. Probably I'll introduce a few of my own ideas."
"I'm game, can't wait to experience your perverted twists on this scene. It's important to remind you that I'm not going to be cooperative. We'll both be playing a role, just the same as with you and Daphne."
"I get it," Harry agreed.
"Ok, you go up and put on your costume. I'll follow in fifteen minutes."
Proceeding upstairs, Harry unlocked and entered the dungeon. His 'costume' was hanging on a clothes tree in the near corner next to the desk. As he put on the black leather pants he discovered they had a double fly flap. If both were unbuttoned the flap dropped and his genitals were fully exposed and unrestricted. The black leather jack boots laced up tight. He could have chosen to wear a white silk shirt but decided not to and the black leather balaclava seemed too extreme as well. Then the door began to open and Harry faced it with his wand at the ready. Pansy entered cautiously but once she stepped into the room the door shut behind her and clicked shut.
"Potter, you filthy Gryffindor…" she began.
"Stupefy," Harry hexed her immediately and she slumped to the floor. First, he searched her for her wand and put it on the desk. Debating whether he should remove her clothes now or later he decided later would be best. Next, he pushed the pillory into the opposite corner of the room and dragged Pansy to the center of the room. After securing the suspension gloves onto her hands and wrists he cranked the suspension bar down from the ceiling, then secured her hands to it approximately three feet apart. Finally, he secured her feet into a spread position three feet apart with the spreader bar and then winched her into an upright position, with feet just barely touching the floor. With a couple of short pieces of rope he secured each ankle cuff to the floor using a sticking charm. Now she couldn't kick.
The groggy Pansy was regaining consciousness and as her head cleared and she opened her eyes she began to scream.
"Not helpful," Harry admonished. "The room is soundproof. No one will hear you."
"Potter, you perverted, filthy, Gryffindor troll. What do you think you're doing?"
Then she began to struggle against her bonds but they afforded very little wiggle room. Harry had to admire her determination as she carried on struggling for several minutes, grunting and swearing. Knowing that this would tire her he did nothing to stop it. When she stopped her muscles were sore, she was covered in sweat, and her panting betrayed her exhaustion.
"Let me down, Potter. You're hurting me. You don't want to face the wrath of my friends in Slytherin House, if you know what's good for you."
"Is that the best you can do?" he sneered. "I have already faced the wrath of some of the evilest members of Slytherin House. Those that survived, there were many that did not, are now locked up in Azkaban. Those not locked up are sniveling scum that are no match for me. You're helpless. I have you where I want you."
"What do you want with me?" she demanded.
"I want to break your will and use you as a sex slave," he stated in a matter‑of‑fact tone.
"You're delusional, just like all your fellow Gryffindor fuck‑tards. You think yourself so superior. You won't break me."
"I think I'll put that to the test."
Selecting a pair of bandage‑cutting scissors from the collection of implements on the wall he approached her and crouched down near one of her feet, securely bound to the floor. With the scissors he began cutting her pant leg, proceeding from her ankle to her waist. Again she began to scream necessitating the retrieval of a ball gag from the wall with which he gagged her, tightening the strap perhaps a little too tightly and stretching her cheeks painfully around the strap. Resuming his tailoring of her left pant leg he slowly and deliberately snipped away until he reached the waistband where he stopped. The fabric splayed open revealing her left leg. Then the same was done to her right leg.
Proceeding to stand in front of her Harry noticed her eyes were wide and she was shaking her head, no. "Mmmpppphhh! Mmmpppphhh! Mmmpppphhh! Mmmpppphhh! Mmmpppphhh!" she exclaimed over the ball gag. Grasping her waist band at her navel he pulled on it and cut the fabric strips at her right and left hip and then forcibly pulled the pants through her spread legs. She was wearing a thong.
"Why, you dirty fucking slag! Nice thong, slave. Of course, a slave has no need for fancy underthings, but we'll address that later," Harry promised her. "You are now my slave and I am your Lord. You shall address me as Lord, as in 'Yes, my Lord,' or, 'Thank you, my Lord,' or, 'No, my Lord.' Failure to comply will merit punishment. Your body belongs to me. Your purpose as my slave is to be used by her Lord in any way that her Lord desires. Do you understand?"
He reached up and removed the ball from her mouth and she spat out, "Fuck you, you perverted… Mmmmpppphhh!" Returning the ball to her mouth he now started cutting up the front of her shirt, from her navel to her chin. The fabric parted, revealing her demicup bra which was very sexy because it did not cover her nipples. They were hard and erect betraying her arousal. He took a moment to play with them.
"A total slag, you are," Harry laughed out loud for a few moments. "You're going to make a useful fuck toy if we can just break your will."
Starting at her left wrist, which was hung from the overhead suspension bar, he began to cut down her sleeves all the way to her neck until the fabric parted. Then he did the same to her right sleeve and the shirt fell to the ground. Pansy hung there in her thong and demi‑cup bra with the ball gag in her mouth. At this point Harry was conscious of the fact that he had suspended her in a stress position and she had exhausted herself struggling against it. Aware of what he had read about stress positions in the medieval text he decided he did not want to push things too far. He cranked the winch on the wall to lower her, removed the tethers on her ankles fixing them to the floor, and removed the spreader bar. Pansy brought her feet back underneath her to relieve the stress on her arms. Her legs were a little wobbly.
Moving the pillory from the corner back into the center of the room, he then lowered the overhead bar and released her arms. Once the tension had been relieved her arms were trembling. There would be no resistance as she didn't have the strength to fight back. He then carried her over to the pillory and installed her into it. Adjusting the relative heights appropriately he then looped her legs over the arms under the abdomen support and cuffed her feet into place on the support post. It was time for the ring gag. Retrieving it from the wall he approached her and removed the ball gag. She began to protest immediately.
"No! No! Not that. Please don't! I don't want it. Aiiiiiieeeee… MMMppphh."
Stuffing the ring into her mouth he pried open her jaw, set the ring vertically to prop open her jaw, and buckled the strap behind her head.
"You forgot the instructions I gave you, slave. You are to address your Lord as my Lord. What you should have said was, 'Yes, my Lord. Thank you, my Lord.' You are to express your gratitude whenever your Lord uses you for his pleasure or amusement, for that is your reason for existing. Now I must reinforce the lesson, a necessity from which I shall derive no pleasure. Disobedient slaves make me sad."
From the implements on the wall he selected a short, polished birch switch, no more than two‑feet long and smaller in diameter than his little finger. Testing it with several passes in the air it proved to be nicely flexible. First snaking a finger under the small patch of her thong covering her pussy he found it to be wet and her lips engorged and blooming. For a brief time he stroked those delicate pussy lips. Then he fondled her exposed nipples, pinching them roughly and stretching them. Protesting as best she could through the ring gag he made her squeak and wail.
Taking up position behind her he flicked the cane quickly and struck the fragile skin on her left inner thigh just below her pussy. "Ooooooooowhwhwhwh!" she exclaimed through the gag. Quickly striking her right inner thigh he evoked the same scream. "Ooooooooowhwhwhwh!" Prominent thin welts quickly formed on the delicate skin with each of the eight strikes. Crisscrossed red marks gave evidence of his strikes. Hanging the switch back on the wall he now retrieved his dragon skin pouch from the desk and selected the vial with the eyedropper, then deposited a single drop of potion on the back of her tongue. Closing the vial and returning it to the bag he stood before her and lowered the leather flap covering his groin. His cock stood out hard and ready. Tears were flowing down her face and dripping onto the floor mixing with her drooling.
Through the ring gag he began to fuck her throat, the throat‑fuck potion providing unobstructed passage. He slammed into her four times, flattening her nose with each thrust, and then pulled out for a few moments so she could catch her breath, then pounded in four more thrusts. Knowing he had more than enough control for three‑minutes like this she would be subjected to this treatment for the full three‑minutes. When he felt her throat constrict he pulled out then removed the ring gag.
"Have you learned your lesson, slave?" he inquired.
"Yes, my Lord." She replied while panting to catch her breath.
"That pleases your Lord. You must learn gratitude when I reward you by using you, for that is now your only true purpose."
"Yes, my Lord."
"Good slave. Now, just to reinforce the lesson I will now give you a very brief reminder and I expect you to express your gratitude with every stroke."
Retrieving the birch switch he came around behind her again and flicked the cain quickly, striking the sole of her left foot.
"Ooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww! Aahhhh! Thank you, my Lord." A large flow of tears again flowed involuntarily down her face. Standing on her other side he struck the sole of her right foot.
"Ooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww! Aahhhh! Thank you, my Lord." Panting heavily she was also moaning softly. Checking again, her pussy was soaking wet.
"I must say, in fairness, that your bra and thong please me greatly which is why I have not removed them."
Reaching under he began to play with her tits with the purpose of pleasuring her. At first she resisted but she was already turned on and soon she was moaning. This went on for a full five minutes before he reached back and began to run two fingers up and down her outer pussy lips through the delicate fabric of her thong. Now she was squirming in the stocks. After a minute of this game he began to seek out her delicate pussy lips through the fabric. After a few more minutes she cried out, "Please!"
Using his hand he smacked once on both inner thighs over the welts then reminded her that she was always to address him as 'my Lord.'
"Please, my Lord."
"Please, what, slave?" he inquired.
"Please stop teasing me my Lord. I want my Lord's cock."
"A slave does not make such requests. Do you believe that I am here for the purpose of servicing your pleasure? I see that I have been far too lenient with you as you have not learned your purpose. Your purpose is to service me as I choose. That is your only purpose. Now, regrettably, I must reinforce the lesson."
Retrieving the switch he walked around behind her. She screamed. "Please, my Lord! No! Please! I'll be good, my Lord. I'm sorry my Lord! Ooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww!"
The switch whooshed and struck her left inner thigh adding another welt and the whooshed again onto her right inner thigh to maintain parity. Tears were flowing and her sobs were pitiful. Checking again, he found her pussy soaking wet.
"Your Lord shall exhibit mercy and offer further instruction. Perhaps you may have meant to say, 'Please, my Lord, it would be my privilege to offer my slag cunt for the benefit of my Lord's magnificent cock. Please use me and abuse me as much as my Lord deems me to be worthy of his use.'"
Returning the switch to its place on the wall, he turned back to her and stood close to her so she could see him stroke his engorged cock.
"Please, my Lord. It would be your slave's privilege to be used by my Lord. If it pleases my Lord, my unworthy cunt is wet, hot, and ready for my Lord's use, as he pleases."
Without any further comment he adjusted her elevation then went to the desk and retrieved the vial dark pink potion, then placed a small dab on her clit and her puckered little back door. As the sexually stimulating warmth began to spread into her clit and her asshole she started moaning again.
"Please use me, my Lord. I am your eager sex slave."
Crouching down he took a deep breath, pulled the thong to the side, and blew on her clit for fifteen seconds or so. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Fuuuuuccccck! Yiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" He could see evidence of the contractions rippling through her cunt and abdomen as she came. Standing now and ripping off the thong, he plunged his cock into her in one quick and forceful thrust and then began to fuck her swift and hard, slamming forcefully into her with each thrust. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" Her cries encouraged him. Looking down at her little nether ring he took in another deep breath and blew another long stream of air down upon it. "Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh! Fuuckk! Fuuckk! Fuuckk! Fuuuuuccccck! Yiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" She was cumming again, clenching down on his thick cock.
Pulling out, he retrieved the clear potion and worked a dab onto the head of his cock and a small dab onto her asshole. Then he blew on her back door again. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" Finally, he stood and began to work the tip of his cock in through her tight muscular ring and, after stretching through the resistance, he began to fuck her ass as forcefully as he had just fucked her pussy. "Grrruuuh! Grrruuuh! Grrruuuh! Grrruuuh! Grrruuuh! Grrruuuh!" She was grunting with each thrust. Driving now for his own finish he was merciless. Whether or not he could get her off again no longer mattered. "My Lord! You're getting bigger! Oh, my Lord! Fuuuuuccccck! Yiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" His balls drew up tight and he began to fill her ass with a load of cum as she panted through the assault.
He held himself deep in her rectum for a minute or two and then finally, almost mercifully, he began to soften and withdrew. Pansy was limp in her stocks. After releasing her from her bondage he carried her out of the room, into her flat, and laid her on her bed. Retrieving a damp, soapy wash cloth from the bath he gently washed her down then dried her. Returning to the bath he washed himself. Looking through her collection of products he chose a suitable lotion and then returned to her. For the next half hour he massaged her sore muscles with the lotion and soothed the soreness in her arms, shoulders, and legs. Murtlap essence was required for the welts. The cane was certainly an effective, if cruel, instrument for reinforcing lessons.
There were certainly lessons learned from today's session. Harry was not convinced that stress positions were the best way to approach a scene like this. He'll be interested in Pansy's feedback but that will need to wait for another day. With this session he had gained confidence that he could indeed play the requested role with Daphne, although he was going to alter the script more to his liking. The pillory was a central part of her fantasy so it couldn't be left out. The session had also reinforced the hypothesis he had been reading about that pain, fear, and lack of control could amplify the subject's sexual response. But it also amplified the sexual response of the dominant.
Was Daphne more fragile than Pansy? Would she be as aroused by the scene as Pansy was? Could he push her as far as he had pushed Pansy or would he be able to push her farther? One thing he suspected is that shaming and subjugation, forcing her to beg and openly declare her submission to him, would probably pay a bigger psychological role with Daphne than physical punishment would. Perhaps stress positions and caning could be moderated and a satisfactory outcome could still be achieved. Perhaps by reducing the punishment and increasing the shaming and subjugation his comfort in his role would grow.
Tucking a slumbering Pansy into bed for the night he was tempted to join her but, instead, returned to the dungeon, dressed in his own clothes, carefully locked the door as Pansy had requested, then apparated back to his own bedroom.
His final conscious thought before sleep overtook him was whether Hermione would be interested in participating. Did Daphne have a personal motivation for allowing Hermione to be a party to the contract? Subjecting Daphne to ravishment by a muggle born witch, one who had proven to be the bane of Slytherin house throughout their school days, might be an useful alternative fantasy.
That night Harry dreamed of a scene wherein Daphne licked Hermione to fulfillment while he fucked her from behind, two Gryffindor doms and a Slytherin slut. His sleeping erection was big and hard.
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