Contribution
Title: Freakish Acts
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Petunia Dursley & Harry Potter
Author: SimplylovingIt
Proofread and Fleshed out: Succubi-Lover
Tags: Alcohol, Masturbation, Spanking, Bondage, Older-woman / Younger-man, Non-consensual touching, Boot worship, Cunnilingus, Underage sex, Hand job, Fingering, Orgasm control, Forced Orgasm, Light CBT, Shoe Sniffing, Incest, Aunt / Nephew, Femdom

Summary: Restless Petunia trying to sleep and finds new and enticing use for her nephew.

Freakish Acts

It was already past midnight and Petunia laid in bed, finding it impossible to fall asleep despite the late hour and an empty house, well empty except for the freak, as both Vernon and her darling Duddikins had left few days ago to visit Ireland for two weeks. This due to Vernon having to travel there for job matters and Dudley wanting to come along.

Growing frustrated, she decided to head downstairs for a glass of wine to hopefully help her relax enough for bed. Getting up, she slid on her panties and pulled on her bathrobe, she quietly made her way downstairs, making sure to avoid the creaking step. A sound of which she despised, like any imperfection in her home, and into the living room before taking a glass and a bottle of red wine from the cupboards and pouring herself a large one.

A little later, after having a refill, or two, which was quite uncharacteristic of her -especially outside of dinner, she slowly started to feel more relaxed, lightly buzzed, but still found sleep to be elusive, instead she found a rather pleasant itch starting to emanating from her nether regions.

She felt her fingers start to slide down her body and between her legs, tracing over her lips. Petunia started trace small circles, pressing her fingers into the moistening flesh. Slowly at first but with gradually increasing vigor, seeking that bliss she had been lacking recently with Vernon's promotion and him becoming much busier at work and too tied at home to do anything but watch television. Frustratingly Petunia quickly found mere fingers to not be enough to give her what she needed, stopping attempt, she emptied her glass and made for the bathroom to grab something more substantial than mere fingers.

She sat on the toilet, one hand over her bare breast while the other grabbed the dildo she had hidden between the cleaning supplies in the bathroom cabinet. Without hesitation she slid the rubber tip between her lips, her legs shuddering and a silent gasp of pleasure escaping.

Images of muscular, toned men far more virile than her Vernon filled her mind. Images of her being ravished by them, their hands exploring her perfect body, roughly groping her breasts, squeezing her nipples, catching them between hot fingers while their masculine rods slammed into her sopping cunt. Her breathes became more erratic, her body shuddering as phantom fingers squeezed her ass, spanking her, cocks throbbing inside her. She moved the dildo faster, the sound of rapid wet slaps filling the small room, her toes curled against cold ties, sweat materializing over her body.

She felt so dirty and she loved it, leaning back she found herself nearly slipping off the toilet seat. Her snatch devoured the length of the dildo, her fingers brushing her clit, she needed more, she gritting her teeth, pulling her nipple forcefully with her other hand, squeezing it harshly between her fingers. Her walls clamped on the dildo, as if trying to choke the life out of it. She slid forward, nipping some of her ass on the toilet seat, her breath hitching as the sting sent her over the edge, her snatch trying to swallow up the rubber cock as she came hard just as a vision of black messy hair and dangerous green eyes flashed across her mind's eye.

She came with a near silent ''ahhhh!''

Her body went limp, her breathing slowing as she calmed down, she started to hear a quiet, peculiar sound through the wall that separated her from the cupboard. It was almost like a…dog sniffing. Growing curious what that boy could be doing she slid the dildo from her pussy and placed it into the deep pocket of her robe, and silently made her way to the door and without any preamble pushed it open. What she saw was nothing she would have ever guessed nor believed, if she had not seen it with her own eyes.

The Freak was sat there, on his mattress, on his knees, his face buried in her old faded brown, ankle boots, sniffing forcefully, with his young 8-year-old cock proudly erect and already a decent sized. 'Wait, what…was that spit shine she saw one her boot?' Petunia thought as she noted the oddly clean pair of boots.

''A-Aunt Petunia!? Wha…''

The Freak started to stutter only to be interrupted by a slap to the face, it took only a second for Petunia to come back to her senses and acknowledge she had hit her nephew and he was frozen in terror, kneeling before her with his head barely at level to her crotch. Looking down on him, she had another flash of those vivid green eyes and mop of dark hair, only this time on a living being and something finally clicked in her head.

With a predatory grin creeping on her face Petunia, let her gaze graze over the cupboard before her eyes landed on an old and worn, yet wide and sturdy belt. Perfectly suitable for her current needs. Grabbing a hold of the belt she refocused her attention on her nephew, who had gone as white as a sheet when she took the belt in her hands.

''Turn around boy, arms behind your back now or you will be sorry!'' She whispered, brandishing the belt for good measure, all the while feeling a sudden rush of power.

As he complied with visible discomfort Petunia quickly looped the belt around his arms and pulled the buckle tight, rendering his arms useless behind his back. with that done Petunia quickly rose back up to her full height, towering over Harry's kneeling form.

''So, you were cleaning my boots boy?'' Petunia asked with malicious edge to her voice. She then took hard hold of his hair and forced his head down to the boot in question, her lips quivering in anticipation ''Lick it freak, Clean my boots properly. NOW!''

When she saw him hesitate to her, oh so simple instruction, even starting to pull away from her boots Petunia crouched down, raised her hand and brought it down on his bare bottom hard.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

''Do as I say Freak, clean them!'' She thundered while raining down a mirage of sharp slaps on his bottom, making him thrash and whine beneath her. Not stopping until she was sure she had shattered his resistance.

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

She rose back up to her full height, her clit tingling from the power that she felt surging through her veins.

''Let's try this again boy. Lick.'' She said while pushing the boot in front of his face with her right leg, placing it right in front of his lips. ''Give it a nice shine.''

When his pink tongue darted out of his mouth and took the first tentative licks of the boots Petunia basked in sense of power as she felt pleasant throbs of heat emanating from her pussy. Watching the boy work to slowly clean her boot. Petunia lifted her other foot and tenderly placed it on the back his head, slowly pinning him against the floor in an imitation of ancient paintings of conquering heroes -Oh her pussy was literally set on fire as she put the freak in his place, beneath her heel. Oh, this felt so right.

Harry shivered as he felt the hard pressure on the back of his head, his willy throbbing desperately between his legs as he dragged his tongue over the surface of the boots, the taste of dust and musky leather staining his tongue. Precum drooled from his tip as something inside him sung at being held against the shoe so intimately, he didn't understand it but knowing it felt food.

Unable to resist, she picked her dildo from the bathrobe's pocket and moved her other leg, slightly opening them, exposing her lightly haired pussy to the musky air of the cupboard as she allowed her toy better access to her core. Running the tip of the toy gently over her lips a couple times she finally pushed it inside her as she saw the boy's eyes look up at her, her superior form, ogling her pussy.

Petunia slowly pushed the toy into her folds, giving a good show to her nephew, and with a moan she pushed it fully inside her, closing her eyes for a moment to savor the moment before opening them to focus back on the boy.

''You want to be a good boy? Get back to cleaning, be a good boy for me'' She taunted while slightly increasing the pressure on his head with her foot.

As Harry resumed the humiliating task Petunia started sliding the toy in and out of her sopping snatch as she watched her nephew tremble under her foot, soon setting a rhythm of feeding her hungry pussy "Yeeeesssss" and praising him with words like "good freak" and ''You're doing good boy''. Now having grown starved of positive encouragement and suddenly hearing praise of any kind from his Aunt's mouth, he redoubled his efforts to please her and clean her old boot.

With both the sense of power and visual and sensory stimulus together with her now mind going through more and more perverted possibilities Petunia quickly reached her limits. Pinching her nipple, she came with a guttural moan.

Coming slowly down from her orgasm, her legs lightly quivering, Petunia decided to do something new and dropping her Dildo she grasped Harry's hair in a firm grip and guided him to sitting on his knees before stepping closer and placing her throbbing pussy in front of his face.

"Now see here freak!" she hissed. "You live here, eat our food and wear the clothes we provide for you; you are nothing but an expenditure, and now you dare to touch my boots without my permission.

"I give you a choice boy. Either you start to repay my kindness or I will throw you out to streets this instant.'' She cruelly leered over him.

Terrified of the possibility of being thrown naked out into the cold night, to be homeless and alone, Harry quickly stammered out ''Kindness, I chose to repay your kindness aunt Petunia!''

With a smile she brought her free hand to her lips and spread herself open in front of Harry's eyes. ''This is my pussy and you will use your mouth to pleasure me."

Harry tried to edge away from the foreign smell and sticky hole that had some type of slime secreting from it. Petunia quickly pulled hard on his hair, that she still held in her iron grip, causing Harry to cry out in pain and stop his irritating struggles.

"Bad boy, any time you show, any, hesitation I will be forced to punish you, do you understand me freak?"

Harry nodded silently, bringing a small malicious smile to Petunia's face.

"Now when you lick me you will swallow anything and everything that leaks out of my pussy, do you understand me?" To which Harry gave a careful, deliberate nod.

She pushed his head into her slit and gave him the order.

''Lick!''

At first, he hesitantly kept his lips shut but when Petunia gave his hair a small tug in warning he hastily obeyed, tentatively running his pink tongue over her slit, giving him a small taste of her. The feel of the boys' tongue worming up and down her pussy lips felt heavenly, and she could feel her wetness all over his face. One Imperious look and a quick reminding ensured the freak was swallowing frequently.

"Ahh, that's good freak, know your place. Push your tongue in deeper, Now! …ahhhh…that's it you little freak!"

With the feelings of pleasure cascading through her Petunia almost lost herself in the moment, and then another thought occurred to her. 'Oh, why didn't I think of this sooner? I could have had my own private boy-toy all these years and I already have him fully trained'

"Uhhhh, that's good freak! Make sure you lick and swallow everything, don't you dare spilling any of my gifts to you or you'll regret it."

Harry shoved his tongue deep into her wet hole, the bitter taste with a slight hint of sweetness filling his mouth, hoping to please her fast, to hopefully to satisfy her enough so that she wouldn't hurt him, and that she'd be done with him, leave…go to bed. Petunia appreciated his eagerness and her smile broadened.

"Ahh freak you're doing good, you're uhhhhh making Auntie so-oohhh hhhappy."

Petunia, having already experienced two orgasms, quickly reached her limit and came like a freight-train, quivering and shaking while flooding Harry's mouth and covering his nose, lips and cheeks with her cum.

Letting the dog-like lapping and swallowing of the freak under her bring her down from her orgasm, Petunia slowly separated from Harry now with a shit-eating-grin on her face.

"Good, it seems we have found something you are capable of doing freak, I'm sure you found this preferable to sharing a cot with the homeless people?"

"Yes, Aunt Petunia" Harry said while shifting in place to alleviate the pressure on his knees.

Coming down for her third orgasm of the night Petunia felt truly alive and full of power for the first time in her life. Noticing her nephews' firm and young erection, completely neglected and just begging for attention she suddenly felt a fresh temptation.

''Turn around boy, face towards the corner'' She ordered and waited as he shuffled to obey, giving her an ample view of his buttock and leg muscles in the process. When he had turned fully Petunia quietly knelt, sitting her body over his lower legs and leaned and pressed her tits into her nephews' upper back. ''Hmm, such a sweet thing you were, Auntie thinks you deserve a treat in reward for being a good little freak.''

Leaning forward she took his earlobe into her mouth, lightly nibbling it and allowing her tongue to caress the shell of his ear, enjoying how he shivered beneath her, manipulating him with her slightest touch. She hooked her hands around him, grasping his neck in firm hold with one while seeking his young cock with her other hand. Momentarily enjoying his reaction, something between fear and primal eagerness. Without further preamble she started stroking him, sliding her soft hand up and down his hot shaft with a steady rhythm, eliciting small moans and groans from the small boy, seeing him slowly lose himself furthered her sense of power over him. Suddenly she stopped and watched in delight as he instinctively tried to thrust against her hand.

She gave his dick a harsh squeeze, with a gasp of pain and pleasure his pitiful thrusts stopped and Petunia yanked his head back to meet his eyes. ''Mmhh. You like this Freak, don't you? I can make you feel good if you just show that you deserve it.'' Timing her next words, she gave his length a gentler stroke, pausing as she uttered each word to torment him and force him to focus on her words. She kissed his cheek softly; a form of affection Harry had never experienced from his aunt or any of his family before.

''Unhh. Aunt Petunia, please…'' He Whined.

''Please what my little freak, do you want to cum, do you want your Auntie to make you feel good? You have to beg for it'' she taunted him, while continuing her soft slow stroking of his length between her words, before quickly rotating her wrists, her fingers teasing his trembling rod, and stopped.

''Nnng, A-Aunt Petunia, ooh, please m-make me feel good…'' He managed to moan aloud while seeking the pleasurable friction of her hand. When Petunia didn't react to his pleading he desperately pled again with her own words ''Please Aunt, make, make your little freak cum!'' his cock jerked in her hand as he uttered his title.

Hearing those words Petunia felt another pleasant throb in her pussy while she quickly started to stroke him. Faster and faster she went before adding stimulation by thrusting and dragging her breasts up and down his back, her hard nipples pushing into his body, and finally grasping a firm hold on his throat when she felt him stiffen, she could feel his pulse in her neck under her powerful hand. A fresh wave of power and euphoria thundered through her body.

''Unngghh, Tthaank you Auntie'' He moaned, starting to see stars in his vision. As he started to see white, he felt her hand leave his neck but didn't think further about it. Not before her next act.

''Cum for your Mistress freak!'' At the same time, he suddenly felt something entering his rectum at the same time he suddenly exploded with a shout on her rubbing hand, as he felt as if his body was going to be split from the sudden intruder. After the boy came Petunia quickly let go and he fell forward on top of her boot like a marionet whose strings had been cut.

Starting to feel tired Petunia sat there for a moment just taking in the sight of her nephew laying down beneath her. After a moment she decided to head to sleep instead of continuing her fun with the freak, who seemed ready to pass out himself. She would let her toy recharge.

Picking up one of her old socks in the cupboard, Petunia quickly cleaned up both her cum soaked hand and the finger she had shoved into the boy in it before turning him over. ''Time for both of us to sleep freak. I don't care to be kept awake by your crying so be obedient little bitch and open your mouth.''

When the freak hesitated Petunia quickly took hold of his balls and squeezed firmly as a slight warning.

''Obey! Now!''

As Harry complied, she wasn't sure if it was obedience or he was about to cry out in pain, but Petunia proceeded shove the sock deep into his open mouth, driving it in with her refined digits while quickly fishing her panties from her robe's pocket before and placing them over his face to keep him from spitting the sock out, taking pleasure in seeing the wet patch from her crotch was pressed against his freakish nose, her pussy gave an approving throb at the sight.

Giving him a last look, savoring his tears and terror Petunia spat on his face as a last insult, hitting the spot of his exposed cheek below his left eye, some of the spit soaking into the worn panties while some started to seep into his eye, he blinked receiving it. She licked her lips before standing back to her full height once again. Momentarily swaying in place before stumbling out of the cupboard with a drunken titter. ''Good night freak, I will be sure to visit you again.''

As she locked the door and switched the lights off Harry was left to darkness with rising feeling of horror in his chest. He found the belt binding his arms too secure to wiggle free from and unable to spit the sock out despite his best efforts while the musky, alluring scent of his aunt's sex filled his nose, the dampness cold against his nose, he noted Aunt Petunia's steps on the stairs above. Exhausted he finally stilled as differing thoughts slowly filled into his mind.

What stood in his young and affection starved mind the most during the night was Aunt Petunia's apparent affection to him, or rather her affection to the things she did to him and how she made him feel good for the first time in his life. 'Maybe, just maybe Auntie would be kinder to him If he was more obedient'

With those thoughts Harry finally settled to restless sleep with vivid reliving of alternating versions of that night's events, and how good it felt to be obedient for her and how the affection made his heart lift even when filled with fear.

Next Morning

Waking up with sun on her face Petunia first noticed her sheets were covered in her canal juices, she had come hard in her sleep the first time since puberty! And it looked like she had done it many times throughout her slumber. Then she began remember her drinking and her forceful, freakish use of her nephew. Oh, god, she was a freak herself!

Quickly Shaking her head to clear her mind she thought back to the night, and on the boys devilishly sweet tongue on her intimate lips, of his head beneath her powerful foot, of his nose buried in her old boots before making him lick them clean.

'Was it wrong of her to indulge herself from time to time? Didn't she provide for her oh, so perfect sister's child without any compensation? Well, no longer, she could easily enough teach him to enjoy It… Yess, the freak was so hungry for approval and affection. A fair trade'

With her mind made up Petunia dressed lightly, leaving her crotch uncovered and went to wake the boy. She had lot of private matters to teach him before Vernon and Dudley returned.

Fin

(or Is it?)