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Harry Potter and the Classroom Orgy

This is actually not the first Harry Potter story written by me and this is part of a seiries and I will post the ones befor e it as soon as I can (They are on a difrent computer). But uhh enjoy.

Fantasy

Lindsey and the Limo: An abduction and rape story

Lindsey and the Limo
“Eew. You’re like old and stuff. I don’t think so.” She laughed as she turned to walk away, her tight pink shirt emblazoned with a black playboy bunny bobbing, stretched thin by young breasts without benefit of a bra. She tossed her reddish-brown hair as she looked back at him in disgust. “You’re like thirty or something.”
He followed her out the door of the club at a distance, watching her waddle away in her denim cut-off shorts. A size too big they hugged the edge of her hips and revealed the strings of her G-string panties. He stepped up beside her at the curb.
“I’m sorry if we got off on the wrong foot back there.” He looked down at her, seeing how her nipples had hardened with the cooler air outside the club.
She looked up and down the deserted street, obviously searching for her limo.
“I don’t even know you.”
“Nigel.” He lied, holding out his hand. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Lindsey. Mostly pleased to meet you.” She looked around again. “Where’s my fucking limo?”
“Problem?” He asked.
“No, its just that I told my driver to wait here for me, that’s all. I’ll just call him on my cell.” She dug in her clutch bag and produced her cell phone and hit speed dial.
She glanced at it a moment later and slapped it closed in disgust. “Figures, no fucking cell coverage here.” She shoved the phone back in her purse. “Great, just great. We’ll I’ll tell you one thing, that prick is fucking fired, he just doesn’t know it yet.” He smiled, patting the cellular jammer in his pocket. Not only would she not be receiving a cell signal, but her limo driver was currently occupied several blocks away with four flat tires.
“Well at least let me offer you a ride home. You can work things out with your driver later.”
“Uh…” She glanced around, still unsure of him and the situation in general.
“You can tell my driver where to drop you.”
“Uhh, okay, but listen, no… anything… between us, okay?” She looked at his blue eyes, searching them for any hint of deception.
“Whatever you say, Lindsey, whatever you say.” He held up his hand and the dark limo down the block pulled out from where it was parked and pulled up smoothly in front of them. He opened the door and she bent down to step inside.
“Nice.” She commented, sliding over in the seat to make room for him. “You could fit a football team in here.” Seats ran the length of the back and the front of the passenger compartment, but the floorboard between them was nearly large enough to sleep on and plush carpeted.
Pulling the plastic bag from his back pocket he flopped it open and pulled it over her unsuspecting head and pulled the drawstring tight with a speed that she couldn’t have expected.
Gasping for air within the bag she reached up to claw at it, but he pushed her face down onto the seat and wrestled her arms behind her back.
Pinching her wrists together he looped a pair of plastic bio cuffs around them and cinched them as well. Now suddenly bound, lying on her stomach, and painfully short of breath, he felt her panic under him. Holding her down with one arm he closed the side door with the other and tapped the intercom button.
“Take us for a drive.” He ordered, returning his attention to his redheaded captive.
Pulling her legs up as she struggled weakly he tied a short length of rope between them, removing her high heels and tossing them onto the floor.
Before she fully lost consciousness he pulled the drawstring and removed the plastic bag, leaving her too occupied gasping for breath to do anything else. Rolling her over he reached for the packing tape, watching her eyes flutter weakly as she tried to stay awake.
Running a strip of thick tape across her mouth he secured it to each cheek and then doubled it for good measure. Lying on her back, arms under her, breath coming in delirious gasps, she was illsuited to prevent what came next.
Reaching down he tugged at her shirt, pulling it up to reveal her full breasts. Cupping one he massaged it then worked her nipple between his fingers, trying to decide if the breast enlargement rumors were true. Either way, she had a nice rack.
More alert now she stared up at him in terror, blue eyes bright with fear and brimming with tears.
“Now, what were you saying about me being too old for you?” He asked, rubbing her chest as though they had long been lovers. “Bet you wish you had taken a little different approach now, don’t you?”
She shook her head and her eyes flashed anger from the seat beneath him.
“Okay, fair enough. Tell you what, I am going to have you tonight, one way or the other. Either you can give that hot little cunt of your too me, or I can take it, but trust me, giving it is going to make things much easier on you.”
Still she shook her head violently no. Shrugging he shoved her off of the seat and onto the plush carpet, rolling her over until she was in the middle of the floor. “Have it your way.”
Keeping her face down he straddled her ass and pinned her legs with one of his own. Pulling her shorts and panties down as one he deposited them around her ankles and reached for a small bag in the corner of the floor.
Pulling a dildo and a tube of sex lubricant he held them up for her to see him rub the lubricant onto the inch and a half thick dildo.
“Ever taken it up the ass? I’ll be a pretty thing like you has done all kinds of things to get around in Hollywood.” He turned it over for her to see how thick and long it really was. “Now, you can either give that pussy of yours to me, or I’ll take it. What do you say?” Again she shook her head, but her eyes remained fixed on the dildo in his hands.
“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He scooted down her legs and sat down again, keeping her pinned and pressed it against her bare bottom. Squeezing her legs together as hard as she could, she was surprised to find that the dildo slid right between her clenched ass cheeks and into her anus with little effort. “That sex lube is really amazing stuff, isn’t it?”
Still on her stomach she closed her eyes and winced in pain as it made its way all the way inside of her ass, but still there was almost an inch left outside her bottom. She squirmed under him, trying to get her bound wrists close enough scratch or grab at him, but it was all in vain.
Hefting the tape he tore off a strip and applied it to one ass cheek, pulling it over the wide butt of the dildo and pulling her ass over before applying it to her other cheek.
“I always did think you had a stick up your ass.” He commented, satisfied that her anal probe would remain in place for the duration of her stay. Rolling her onto her back he squeezed her right nipple experimentally, slowly increasing the pressure until she had to close her eyes to fight the pain.
“Ready yet?” He asked, pinching the nipple between his fingernails. “No?” He removed a clothespin from the bag and placed it on her other nipple, and she screamed into the tape, tearing running down her face and smearing her dark makeup. “Ready yet?”
Her face flushed dark with fury and agony when he flicked the clothespin and made it wobble around on her chest, but she didn’t attempt to respond.
“I’d heard that redheads were stubborn, but I’m impressed, bitch. You really are a tough cookie to crack.” He added a clothespin to her other nipple and her writhing and muted protesting increased accordingly, but she remained un-swayed in her choice.
“Wow. I am going to enjoy taking you when you finally give in.” He scooted off of her and grabbed her legs, lifting them and jerking them apart. Sliding them over his head he placed himself firmly between her thighs and watched her frightened expression grown to pure terror.
He played with the tuft of reddish hair between her legs and smiled down at her dark, hard eyes. Pulling a length of thin rubber from the bag he fastened the clip on one end to the clothespin and ran it under her neck before repeating the process with the other clothespin.
He waited as the stretched rubber began to tighten and pull at her nipples, watched her squeeze her eyes shut as it drew her nipples up with steadily increasing tension.
Her tears were suddenly accompanied by sobs of anguish as she lay there, dildo in her ass, legs bound and chest stretching in ways that had never been intended.
“Now?”
No response.
He spread her legs himself and placed a clothespin on one of her labia. Still she resisted, her mascara running down her cheeks and over the thick tape.
“Come on, girlie, don’t make me get rough.” He added a clothespin, then another, and another. Finally he pinched her clitoris between his fingers and held a razor sharp pin up for her to see. “Now, if you don’t spread your legs voluntarily, I’ll pierce your little pussy here and now. How would you like a clitoris ring to show your friends?”
She shook her head no.
“Now, if you will spread your legs voluntarily and let me finger fuck you, or I’ll do it.” He promised, pressing the pin against the most tender flesh on her body.
She hesitated, but after nearly a moment she nodded, her legs relaxing and drawing up for him. He smiled and began to caress her closely cropped vaginal hair, fingering her labia and working them between his fingers.
“Farther, so I can get inside you, and I’ll remove one of the clips.”
She did as she was told for the second time.
“Good girl.” He praised, unfastening the clip from her right breast. Pulling it from under her head he reached over and fastened it to the door lock, allowing it to draw tension on her left breast.
Her body jerked again and he continued to finger, stroke and probe her surrendered vagina. “Remember, I promised to free one clip for each time you do what you’re told.”
She nodded jerkily, body still racked with pain.
“If you are a good girl and let me lick your breasts I’ll release that other nip.” Again there was the awkward silence for several long seconds before she relented and nodded.
He leaned forward, licking and caressing her bruised, swollen nipple, then sucking and massaging it gently.
Reaching over with his free hand he unfastened the other clothespin and her breast flopped free.
Circling that pained nipple he toyed with it, teased it, then touched and pinched it as well.
“Mmm. Now isn’t this better?” He asked, beginning to suck on the left breast. His captive made no attempt to answer save a moan into her gag. “Do you want me to take the other clips off?”
She nodded, eyes still closed, tears still streaming, her cheeks puffy from the salty water streaking down them.
“Then spread your legs and rotate your little ass up, I want to get a good look at that pussy of yours.” She did as instructed and he pulled one of the clothespins away, nodding in satisfaction at the swelling it had left behind.
Placing his hand against the warm folds of skin he sighed, feeling just how hot it was even from outside. “Ready for the others to go bye-bye?” Another nod. “Then lie still like the good little cunt you want to be.”
Sliding his thighs under her he rocked her up still further, popping the remaining clothespins loose. Grabbing the back of her knees he held her legs up and apart and went to town on her pussy, tongue first.
Licking, sucking, gently biting he worked his tongue over her clitoris, sucked her swollen labia and licked away the secretions that were rapidly gathering there. “Mmm, you do taste young and fresh, there haven’t been a lot of guys in that little honey pot, have there?”
He reached for a throw pill and placed it under the small of her back, adding a second and a third until her back was arched, tilting her breasts up and her pelvis down.
Unzipping his pants he pulled out his cock and tapped it against her bruised vagina, earning a jerk from young Lindsey. Smiling he followed the first with several more slaps, using both his erect penis and his hand to spank the redhead.
Pulling another tube from the bag he smeared a warming, stimulating cream all around her bared, vulnerable pussy and then inside. The spanking continued. Seconds later she gasped, something hard to do through the tape, eyes opening wide as she felt a new, entirely different sensation.
Teasing his cock up and down her wet, bruised vagina he slowly worked it in, wanting her to have to wait as much as he did. “Mmm, feels good, doesn’t it?” He asked, noticing how flushed her face had grown.
When he did thrust her quivering legs made no attempt to fight him, but her whimpers continued as her raped her. In and out, in and out. Her bruised vagina felt every thrust, felt his balls brush her, felt his shaft rub her, felt every move.
“Now, you are going to kiss me while we fuck.”
She shook her head no for the first time in several long minutes.
“No?” He shook his head, thrusting deep and hard. “I’m surprised you’d say that to me after all of this.” A remote control appeared in his hand and he held it up for her to see. “Remember that dildo in your ass? That’s what’s making your cunt so tight, but that isn’t all it can do.”
He pressed a button and her entire body tensed as something faintly electrical tingled in her ass.
“Now you are going to kiss me.” He ordered, “Or I’ll turn this little baby up.”
Still no response as he fucked her, working the breasts of his hapless captive.
He increased the intensity and she jerked again, body shuddering from the electrical current in her ass. She screamed into her gag but did not relent. “More?” He asked, still pumping her vagina hard.
Finally she shook her head no and he nodded approvingly. “Good girl. Now I am going to remove this tape, but I want you to remember two things. One, no one outside this car will hear you scream. Two, if you do not immediate start kissing me, I am going to turn this thing all the way up, do we understand each other?”
She nodded resignedly.
Pulling the tape away he leaned forward, putting his lips just above hers. She gasped and stared into his eyes fearfully. “You bastard.”
“And if you try to bite me, I’ll turn it all the way up, too.” He held the remote up for emphasis. “Ever had electrical burns in your ass, bitch?”
“N-no.”
“Then suck my tongue.”
She did. Lindsey sucked his tongued for all she was worth, wincing as he fucked her, grimacing as he stroked and fondled her breasts, but suck she did. Two minutes into the stimulating oral and vaginal sex, coerced as it was, he felt her hips tremble under him as he fucked her.
“I can’t believe you are going to have an orgasm.” He exclaimed, pulling away.
“Me either.” She gasped, quivering and shaking under him. “You’re fucking raping me.” She managed.
“Give me your tongue.” He ordered. Sucking on her tongue, and grabbing her ass he pounded her for all he was worth, feeling her tremble with a combination of pain and passion, albeit a great deal more than the other. She pulled her tongue away, panting and then he felt her orgasmic fluids gush around his hard cock, felt her legs go limp as she shuddered through a forced orgasm. Unable to hold out any longer, he came in her for all he was worth.
When he pulled out, she made no effort to move as he lifted her rubbery legs over his head and dropped them beside him.
“Asshole.” She gasped, fixing him with a hatred filled stare. “You fucking asshole.”
“Speaking of assholes, how would you like me to roll you over and fuck your asshole?” He asked.
Please… please don’t.” She begged.
“Okay, then you are going to suck my cock clean.” When she didn’t answer he leaned forward until their faces nearly touched. “Or I put the dildo in your pussy and fuck your ass at the same time.”
“Okay, okay I’ll do it.” She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I’ll do anything you want.”
“Good girl.” He reached between her unresisting legs and combed as much of their mixed orgasmic fluids out as he could and began wiping it along his already drenched cock. “Open wide.”
His limo screeched to a halt and he flung the door open, pushing the untied and undressed Lindsey out without benefit or ceremony or apology. Closing the door behind her he removed his fake mustache and contacts and tossed them in the general direction of the bag, knowing she would never be able to accurately identify her attacker. The unmarked, untagged limo pulled away from the curb, leaving the young woman standing alone and naked in the early morning air outside of her hotel. She watched the car disappear into the distance and then began to walk clumsily toward the doors on her bare feet.

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Fantasy

Innocence Taken [Part 2]

Kayla lie there underneath Taylor, breathing heavily and overwhelmed with feeling. Never in her life had she experienced something that came anywhere close to comparing to that. It seemed like everything else in the world had disappeared and she had been taken into another reality where nothing else mattered. But now that the initial contentment had worn off, she felt guilty and extremely disappointed in herself. She wasn’t a virgin anymore, and… what was she going to tell her Mom? WAS she going to tell her? Kayla slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Taylor as he pulled out. He didn’t look tired at all and had a very satisfied look about him. He looked at her then leaned over and brushed her lips gently. Just as she felt a little more comfortable she realized: he hadn’t used a condom.
***
Taylor watched her avidly. She looked a little worn out, a little stressed, but overall he could tell she had enjoyed it, even if she wouldn’t admit it. He looked up suddenly, then slipped his boxers and pants back on, being sure to keep her pinned down. If he had some clothes on and she didn’t it would make her feel more prone than if they were both naked, this he knew. Then he stood, pulling her up with him, and looked around the room, searching. He had an idea, though it would probably mean starting over in getting her to submit. Already the fact that he was dominant seemed to be slipping from her, and it needed to be reestablished. There it was. The weightlifting device he was now pushing Kayla toward had rubberized cording holding the weights in place. He stopped next to it and glanced at her for a moment. Her cheeks were rose red, apparently she was not at all used to the fact that she was nude and alone with a guy. Kayla saw his glance and flushed a little deeper while trying to cover herself up somehow. Never letting go of her, Taylor unhooked the rubber cording from the device. He turned to face her and saw with amusement that her eyes had widened a bit. Apparently this gesture had woken her up from her quiet state. Kayla was resisting him once again as he wrapped the cording around her wrists, binding them together, and with a tug securely tightened them, leaving just enough of the ends for what he had in mind. After grabbing two more cords he then scooped her up in his arms, her squirming like a snake, and walked over to the pull up beam on the wall. She protested by kicking, not at all liking where this was going. “Put me down!” she yelped, then proceeded to make some very pathetic threats. Taylor continued in his process, trying his hardest not to laugh out loud at her spirit. He stood her directly under the bar and knotted the cords around it so that her feet were flat on the ground but just barely, then paused to take in the sight. She looked so beautiful, her eyes shining in nervous defiance as she tugged on the cording, her small but firm breasts pushed out into the open because of her position. Suddenly she lashed out with a foot that would’ve kicked him in the balls if it weren’t for his quick reflexes. He managed to grab her foot, then ran his finger along the underside, and watched as she tried to writhe away. Another ticklish spot. He released her foot then walked to the weight-disks, the two extra cords still in hand. He picked up two of the heavier ones, and slowly made his way back to Kayla.
***
She watched as Taylor approached her with the weights. What the hell is he doing?! It was then she noticed exactly how nice of a body he had, and her eyes were drawn down to a six-pack. A very admirable one. Why hadn’t she seen that before? “Like it?” he laughed seeing her gaze, and Kayla stubbornly turned her attention elsewhere. She was very aware of her body right now as well, standing naked before him with her arms raised. When he got close enough she tried to kick him again, but he dropped one of the weights and grasped her foot, a mischievous glint in his eye. Taking one of the other cords, he fastened the weight to her foot then set it down underneath her, before doing likewise to the other foot and spacing them under her so that her legs were spread. Kayla yanked on her feet, but found she hadn’t the leverage to move them more than a few inches. He smiled and walked around her, admiring her from every angle. She felt like some whore on display, completely vulnerable and there for whatever he wanted from her. The feeling caused her juices to run. Kayla stiffened as a finger gently slid down her back from behind, pausing just above her butt. “Anyone ever tell you you have a nice ass?” came the question, incredibly close to her ear. She remained silent, trying to redeem herself from her earlier breakdown, but grimaced as she felt her juices start to travel down her leg. He obviously noticed them too, because the next thing she felt was his finger running up her leg. Kayla shivered as his hard body pressed up against her from behind and she set her jaw. She would not give in to his games again. His hand moved around in front of her face and he brought his wet finger to her mouth. “You like bein bad? You like it when I have my way with ya?” he said quietly. Kayla was in anguish. She had thought herself to be so good… not like a lot of the girls who did whoever whenever. She had planned on being a virgin until marriage. Did he have to mess with her like this? She didn’t know what to think anymore! Tears welled up in her eyes, making them glisten. She shivered then jumped as he smacked her ass sharply. “You didn’t answer ma question. You like bein taken advantage of?” his voice resonated through her. Kayla clinched her eyes shut and willed herself to ignore him, whatever he did, not to say anything or respond. A sticky wetness covered her mouth and she opened her eyes in surprise. Taylor’s finger pasted her lips with her own cum. “Lick it” he commanded.
***
He was very amused by how stubborn she was being. It was great fun for him seeing her resolve slowly breaking inside because of the effect he was having on her. He enjoyed watching her shiver at his touch. He reached around and cupped her breasts, one in each hand. Suddenly he twisted one of her nipples, causing Kayla to jump and cry out in pain. “I said lick it”. He could feel her trembling slightly as he removed one of his hands from her breasts and brought it up behind her head to grab a fist-full of her hair. Eye contact would help bring this along. He stood tall and pressed his body against her as he tilted her head back to look at him. Her blue eyes were full of tears as they met his; her confusion and frustration showing straight through.
***
She looked up at him through a haze and wondered why all of this was happening. Why her? Why- The door to the weight room opened, pulling her from her torment. Her head shot up reflexively, but met the end of her hair and was yanked to a sudden stop like a dog on a leash. “Aye Taylor mang where you-” She heard a guy say from the door. He had obviously not seen them right away. Kayla thought she would explode from this whole thing. She glanced at Taylor. His look of surprise was fading to a look of annoyance. “Doran, bad timing.” he said gruffly. “For YOU maybe” Kayla heard the guy laugh. “I think its very GOOD timing. Who’s this anyway?” He asked, and Kayla heard approaching footsteps. She wished she had at least her underwear on. Now this really would be all over the school. The tears built up again and she felt like yelling at them both just to go the fuck away. A black boy’s face came into view , leering down at her. Normally she would have glared back, but she was just too tired of this whole mess. She exhaled slowly and licked her lips, getting rid of the cum. Taylor smiled at her, “Not that hard ta listen ta me is it?” Doran eyed her for a second, then reached out to touch her cheek, but Taylor shoved him away and glared at him. “Come on mang, you been gone from the basketball game for forever. People are wonderin where you at. Imagine what they’d do if I told em where you where, then you’d have lotsa other guys in here. Let me have a piece of this chick.” Doran reasoned. “You’re right. But you forgot somethin; I can beat the shit outa you.” Kayla listened to the argument with little interest, though she kind of hoped Taylor would win. If Doran went and told everyone it would be disastrous…and most likely very painful. She knew none of the guys would go and tell; they would all want a piece of the action. “If I yelled you’d get in trouble.” Doran grinned taking the cowardly way out because he knew Taylor‘s threat wasn’t an empty one. “C’mon, I don’t need long.” Taylor seemed to think for a moment, clearly put off about the intrusion. Kayla’s heart jumped as he fixed his gaze on her. She loved his eyes, she just couldn’t help it. “Be right back” he said, running a finger down her rib cage and chuckling at her ticklishness.
***
Taylor had just walked Doran out of Kayla’s earshot when Doran said “She’s somethin. And she seems ta like you too. You see tha way she looked at you? So anywayz… can I have a go or you want me ta go get tha guys?” “You really think you can handle er?” Taylor said condescendingly. “Pff cmon mang, she looks good and all but she’s hanging there limp as anythang. She don’t look like much ta handle.” “She’s only like that cuz of my skills nigga… but you think you got it? Den go ‘head.” Taylor could tell Doran was pleased even as he adopted a serious look and approached Kayla. “You mind if I take these off her fo a bit?” Doran said pointing down at the weights on her feet. “You go on ahead nigga, aint gotta ask me nuthin. You got dis rememba?” Taylor replied, watching from a few feet away as a look quickly flashed over Kayla’s face and he recognized Kayla was snapping out of her submission. She didn’t respect this guy enough. Doran undid his pants and then untied one of the weights. He untied the other one and stood, only to be kicked by both of her feet square in the stomach. Taylor laughed aloud as Doran flew back a few feet and landed on his ass. He looked stupefied, and Kayla was looking at him like he was no more than an immature little boy. “Who you thank you are bitch?!” Doran yelled recovering from the blow. He advanced on her again and dodged one foot only to be heeled by the other in the ribs. He grabbed both of her legs just behind her knees and pulled one on either side of him, digging his nails into her. She growled in pain and thrashed around but now that her legs were stilled she couldn’t really do much. The cords around her wrists bit into her skin now that almost her full weight was on them. Taylor saw this, but didn’t move. He was pretty sure Kayla would find a way to nock Doran back again. And she did. “Hold still ho! “ Doran grumbled. Kayla seemed to be distraught, then she sighed and went limp. Doran looked bewildered, “Yea that’s right you betta listen ta me. Wrap your legs round me fo a second.” Doran said. Kayla did, much to Taylor’s surprise. But then Taylor saw Kayla’s scheme and almost laughed again. Doran obviously wasn’t very smart, because he let go of her legs to undo his boxers, and after one second exactly, Kayla’s legs released then pummeled back into him with what looked to Taylor like all the force she could muster. Once again Doran flew backward through the air. Taylor’s laugh filled the room again and Doran said defensively “Well I’d like to see you try. Bitch is impossible! She needs to be taught some respect !” Taylor walked over to Doran, squatted down next to him and put an arm around his shoulder. “I’ve already been in her mane. Her first time too. Made her beg fo it,” he winked. “Yea right. You expect me ta believe that bullshit?” “Why don’t you ask her?” Taylor suggested with a grin. “Fine! Yo bitch,” he directed towards Kayla, “Did you beg for dis boy ta fuck you?” Kayla didn’t answer vocally, but her eyes darkened and cut to the floor while her face reddened. Doran looked disbelievingly at Taylor. “Watch” Taylor whispered to his friend as he got up. He started toward her and she seemed to shrink as her straight defiant posture gave way more and more with his closing distance. He got within kicking range, but she didn’t move. “You did didn’t you? You asked for me ta take advantage of yuh.” he said circling her, letting his fingers roam over her body. Her breathing increased and the blush returned. She was dripping. He glanced at Doran who was still sitting on the ground some feet away looking completely shown up. Taylor paused in front of her, his lips lingering just above hers. Her mouth parted slightly in anticipation, but he moved away and walked back to Doran. “How tha hell…” Doran mumbled to Taylor, “Yo you gotta teach me how to do that! It’s like you put some kinda spell on er or somethin.” Taylor sighed and shook his head at his friend. “Can’t be taught mane. Now go on fo I tell errbody you got schooled by a girl ya feel me?”
***
Kayla had leaned after him almost imperceptibly when he left, not noticing that she did. She wondered what was next and watched as Taylor said a few quiet words to Doran and persuaded him to leave. The second Doran was out the door Taylor came back over to her. He stood in front of her quietly for a moment before letting out a small laugh. “You embarrassed tha hell outa him. If I were you I’d hope that I didn’t meet up with Doran in tha hall any time soon.”
Kayla felt her cheeks flush at the praise even though she knew the latter was very true. Taylor stepped forward and put his hands on her breasts, slowly massaging them as he leaned forward and kissed her deeply. She sighed when he took his mouth away. He looked her in the eyes as his hands slid around to her back and they made their way down, lower, lower, all the way to her ass. Kayla inhaled his fragrance as he held her close. It was that intoxicating distinctly male smell of cologne, a hint of sweat from all of the activity not going unnoticed. He applied pressure to her lower back pushing her into him. She tensed a bit, as it was VERY plain to tell he was rock hard again.
***
Taylor stood there thinking. It was obvious from the fawning look in the girl’s eye that she was falling for him. The question was: how far could he push her? Some girls liked sucking dick, some didn’t. He glanced up at the clock and saw with some alarm that it was almost time to leave. This would have to wait for another time. It was difficult for him, but he let go of the idea of getting head… today at least. Slowly he released her and took a small step back. Taylor watched as goose bumps formed on her skin and realized she must be cold now that he wasn’t holding her. After looking at her for a second he made a decision. He was going to make her his.
***
Kayla watched as Taylor reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a choker. From what she could see, it was very delicate and beautiful. There seemed to be a pendant in the middle made of silver. It was diamond shaped and appeared to have the letters “T B G” in it. Without saying a word, Taylor stepped forward and fastened it around her neck. It fit snuggly, but it wasn’t too tight. She looked at him questioningly as he seemed to admire the choker. “It looks good on you baby. “ he smiled. “What does it mean?” Kayla asked, though she already had some idea, and there was a sinking feeling in her stomach. “The ‘T’ stands for Taylor, the ‘B’ stands for Baby, and the ‘G’ stands for Gurl. That’s what you are.” he said, leaning forward to kiss her again. “I don’t want it,” she said tilting her mouth away from him. She didn’t want to be owned, and she knew that that’s what this was; a symbol of ownership. Taylor paused, then took her chin in his hand and made her face him. “You say you don’t, but some parta you does. You want me. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have even let me touch you in the hall. But it don’t really matter if you want it or not baby gurl, its what I want that we‘ll be focusin on.” He reached up and untied the cords on her wrists and caught her as she fell to the floor. “Go put yo clothes on. Almost time ta leave.” Kayla walked back over to her clothes and put them on as quickly as she could. He watched her the whole time, a hunger in his eyes, and it was making her nervous. When she had dressed, Taylor walked over and put his arm around her waist, holding her close as they walked out of the weight-room, through the hall and into the gym. When they came trough the doors, a few of the guys playing basketball turned and looked at her. Kayla turned beet red when she saw Doran’s face… he licked his lips suggestively, but stopped immediately after a threatening look from Taylor. Almost all of them looked at her like a piece of meat. One noticed the choker and winked at her. Taylor grabbed her shoulders and turned her to look at him. “Tell anyone anythin… besides the fact that you’re my gurl,” he smiled, “and there will be consequences. You’re mine.” He kissed her on the forehead and squeezed one of her breasts lightly before sending her off toward her friends.

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Vile – Chapter 8 – Dominance

In times of struggle there are those of us who fold, content to accept the fate they’ve been given and wait in vain for eventuality to come. Then there are those who take control of their plight, but once they do there is no telling what path they will take.

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He Fixed More Than my Car

Though the same names are used, this story is not a continuation of “He Works on More than Computers.” Credit to Ray, who came up with the plotline. The wrting is all mine though.

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Claras Adventure with Bugs

Clara was what everyone would call a normal girl, she had long brown hair, a gorgeous body, with perky b cups and got fairly good grades, but she had one dirty secret.

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Just Like That: Part One

I’ve always found that the kinds of people you meet in places you don’t belong are the best kind of people, and she was no exception. I found myself that lonely Thursday evening at a ritzy environmental awareness charity event in downtown New York City; the kind of event where rich people come to throw their money at charities to make themselves feel less bad about their wealth. I didn’t belong. I contributed a grand total of 50 dollars, whereas the rich around me were throwing around thousands.
You may be asking at this point why I was there, if I didn’t belong. I must say, the rich and fabulous are my kind of people. High-class society was always a desire of mine, but I just didn’t have the bankroll to support it. I did the best where I could, but I was just gilded: apparently rich, but just middle class. I was honestly there because I love to dress up and mingle with the rich and famous.
I was wearing a black suit with a white shirt, black bowtie, and gold pen in my pocket. I fit in all right, but I still didn’t feel entirely comfortable due to my lowly economic status. I quickly realized, however, that I wasn’t the most uncomfortable looking person there. I first noticed her because of her short, cobalt cocktail dress. It was classy, but not too elegant. It was perfect for my tastes. Most of the females there were wearing sparkling dresses that screamed, “Stare at my big breasts.”
Not this girl, however. She was dressed modestly, but beautifully. She had her back to me. She seemed to be in a vehement conversation with a portly old man, judging by her hand motions. That’s when I noticed her hair. It was shoulder length, and the most stunning red color I have ever seen. Not natural red, but a fire truck red. It made beautiful contrast with her cobalt dress.
Suddenly, she turned around and stormed off in a flurry of movement. I caught a moment of eye contact with her, and that’s when I lost my breath. Her eyes were the most beautiful emerald green I had ever seen in my life. She broke the contact and stormed out of the building. Without even thinking, I found myself following her out the door.
She was awkwardly shuffling about on the busy sidewalk, seemingly looking for a cab. Without thinking, I found myself approaching her. “Is there something wrong, Miss?” I asked innocently.
She turned around, surprised by my presence. “Umm… I’m just looking for a cab,” she muttered hastily.
“I’m just on my way home. I would be happy to give you a ride,” I offered confidently.
She eyed me suspiciously. Her gorgeous eyes narrowed at me. “Why, so you can rape me and dump me in the woods?” She asked accusingly.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Knowing this city, that would more likely happen from a cab driver than a stranger such as me.”
She blushed a little. “Well, okay… I’m warning you though, I will call for help if you try anything.”
“It never crossed my mind,” I said sweetly.
I walked her around the side of the large building to the parking lot and led her to my car, a red Ferrari 308. I opened the door for her and let her in. “Oh another one of the rich types?” she asked with conviction.
“Believe or not, this car cost me less than fifty thousand dollars. It’s from the 80’s,” I said with a slight chuckle. Her feisty attitude was cute in a way. I got in the car and started it up, appreciating the smooth purr of the engine. “Where are my manners?” I ask myself. “I have you here in my car and I haven’t even introduced myself. My name is Christian,” I state as I offer her my hand.
She shakes it. “You mean like Christian Grey?” she asks with a chuckle. Suddenly, she turned beet red. “I’m sorry, that was rude,” She said awkwardly.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Exactly like that,” I said with a sly grin. She looked taken aback and flushed even more, but she didn’t comment on it. She just gave me her address and we started off.
After a few moments of awkward silence, she spoke up. “My name is Sophia, by the way.”
“Greek for wisdom,” I pondered aloud. “Were your parents Greek or just fond of the name?”
“Actually, my father was Hispanic and wanted me to have a Hispanic name. My mother was as white as they come, so she made the name a little more American. My full name is Sophia Camilla Vasquez,” she explained.
“Such a beautiful and important sounding string of names,” I commented.
She turned a little red again. “Thank you. So, what do you do for a living?” she asked with genuine interest.
“I’m the CEO of Grey Enterprises,” I say seriously.
The look her face was priceless. “What the hell are you talking about?”
I gave her a sly smile. “Just teasing you, my dear. I’m a high-school teacher.”
“What were you doing at a fancy event like that?”
“Enjoying the atmosphere,” I stated simply. “How about you?”
“I’m an environmental engineer. I attend all of those kinds of events.”
“Then, why did you storm out?”
“The man I was arguing with had just said that it’s cute how people actually care what happens to the Earth after we’re dead, so I tore him a new one.”
Again, I laughed. She was adorable. “What’s so funny?” she asked, sounding offended.
“I admire your spark, Sophia,” I said cryptically. Again, she blushed.
By now, we had arrived in front of her apartment. I got out of the car and opened the door for her. I led her up the small set of stairs up to the door. I grabbed her shoulders and gave her cheek a quick kiss. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Sophia. Shall I see you again soon?” I asked.
“Well, I’m free for breakfast on Sunday,” She said shyly. I turned away from her and started off. “Wait…” she called out.
“What is it?” I asked.
“What did you mean when you said ‘exactly like Christian Grey?” she asked uncertainly.
I didn’t reply to her. I just gave her a sly smile, got in my car, and left, leaving her frustrated on her doorstep.
That Saturday, I stopped by early in the morning to pick her up for some breakfast. I rang her doorbell and she answered immediately, as if she was waiting for me. She was dressed casually, as was I. “Hello, Christian,” she greeted me cheerfully. “Come on in!”
I entered her quaint little apartment and took in the surroundings. I was immediately met with the impression that she really loved endangered wildlife. There were decorations of every kind about them, but the predominant focus was on red pandas. “Make yourself at home, I just have to get some things ready,” she said.
I walked around her living room, admiring all of her red panda plush figures and pictures and everything red panda related. I would have expected anything red panda related to be in that room. What I didn’t expect to find however, was a beginner bondage set tucked away in the corner. I smiled and picked it up.
With perfect timing, she came in to see me with the box of assorted bondage accessories. Instantly, she became beet red. Her mouth trembled as if to say something, but nothing came out. “Honey, why would you get a beginner bondage set?” I asked naively.
She stumbled over her words as she spoke. “It’s..nothing…I don’t know what you mean…”
I put the box down and slowly approached her. “I mean, why would you get a set of all these cheap toys when you could just get a dominant with some rope and skill with his hand?”
She struggled to find words, but I stopped her by planting my lips on hers. She jerked and struggled a little, but she was definitely kissing me back. I wrapped her in my arms, kissing her more passionately. I gave her ass a quick slap.
“W-what are you doing?” she asked uncertainly.
“I’m giving you what you need, Sophia,” I say as I snatch her up and pin her against the closest wall. I kept up the passionate kissing and start peeling layers off both of us, her will to resist completely gone. Within long, we were both naked. “How about that breakfast?” I asked as I lay her down on the couch and pinned myself on top of her.
I started trailing the kisses down her body, over her breasts, and down right above her exposed pussy. I felt her body tense up, anticipating what was going to happen. Instead of what she expected, however, I trailed kisses down her inner thigh and back up again. I felt her tense up as I approached her sweet spot again, but instead I trailed kisses down her other thigh. By this point, she was trembling with desire.
I hovered my mouth over her wanting pussy for a moment before finally bending down and giving it a firm lick. She moaned in pleasure, finally getting the sensation she wanted. I trailed my tongue over her clit, giving it light flicks and inserted a finger into her inviting hole. I slowly massaged her g-spot with my finger as I flicked and bit her clitoris with my mouth. I felt her tensing up. “Don’t orgasm, Sophia,” I ordered sharply.
She heard, but at the same time, I knew she didn’t. I increased my rate until she was moaning with pleasure and gripping the couch around her. Before I knew what was going on, she came. She started bucking her hips and her face contorted in undeniable pleasure.
When she came to, the first thing she saw was my stern face. “I told you not to come.”
“I’m sorry, uhh, Sir,” she stammered, scared out of her mind.
“Over my knee, now,” I ordered.
She looked frightened, but she silently complied nonetheless. I ran my hand over her bare bottom. “You’ve been a bad girl, Sophia. When I tell you to do something, you do it. Is that understood?”
“Yes Sir,” she replied immediately. I raised my hand and brought it down firmly on her bare ass cheeks, causing her to cry out in pain. “Count them for me,” I commanded.
“One!” she yelled trying to control the pain in her voice.
I spanked her nine more times, for a total of ten. It wasn’t many, but it was enough to turn her ass a delicious pink color. “Have you learned your lesson?” I asked menacingly.
“Yes Sir,” she said with a defeated tone.
“Get dressed,” I ordered.
She acquiesced immediately. “Do I look presentable?”
“You look gorgeous, but you need to fix your hair really quick.”
She shuffled her hair around, moving it back to its original position. “Like this?” she asked.
“Yes, Sophia, exactly like that.”

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The Dominating Anniversy Part 2 (The Girls Get Revenge)

Misty got up stairs and went to the bathroom to see her sister Summer and told her what happened and that John passed out and it was there turn and that she was pissed and he was going to pay for it. Misty asked Summer, what she had to humiliate John sexually with and make him suffer alot. Summer then grabbed Misty and took her to her bedroom and told her to sit down. Summer then went to her closet and pulled out a flat box. Summer told Misty this is a cage that we can put John in while he is it his ass, mouth, and dick would be exposed but nothing else and he wouldn’t be able to stroke his dick. Then Summer went under her bed and pulled out a red bag and started to pull things out saying what they were: handcuffs, rope, butt plugs, dildos, cock rings, gag and the best part strap-ons. That could get filled with a cum solution that Summer has 4 bottles of. Summer then went down stairs set of the cage quietly then pulled out an ironing board set it up in living room. with everything set up Summer went back up stairs and got the bottles of solution and put them in the bag with everything else and told Misty that she was ready whenever she was.
after about an hour when Misty was rested enough that she knew she could cum again without hurting…..Summer and Misty then went down stairs quietly and picked up John and bent him over the ironing board without his dick being on the board. Then Summer opened the bag an took a small piece of rope and tied it behind Johns balls and pulled it tight making sure he wouldn’t be able to cum. John start to wake up and Misty then grabbed the handcuffs out of the bag and handcuffed Johns hands under the ironing board so he couldn’t get free. John started to get mad but Misty then said “Cause you fucked me in the ass hard…hurting me…and then passed out I decided that I am going to start now…and go until I feel like stopping…” John eyes widen as Summer handed Misty a double headed dildo that was as long and as thick as his own dick. John opened his mouth to ask what’s she was going to do with that but right when he opened his mouth Misty forced 5 inches of it in his mouth and started to move it in and out his mouth sometimes making it go deep and making John gag. Summer was turned on by this and grabbed a vibrating cock ring out of the bag then slid it onto Johns dick down to the bass then turned it on making John twitch and turning him on fast revealing his 8.5 inch hard dick. Misty couldn’t take it anymore and got on the ironing board and put the other end of the dildo that wasn’t in John’s mouth inside her pussy and started to fuck it while moving the other end in and out of John’s mouth. Misty was getting closer to cumming then grabbed John’s head and pulled making him gag on the dildo as she was cumming. Misty calmed down then took the dildo out of John’s mouth and John yelled “Please let me cum I have to so b….” Then Summer put a gag on John shutting him up. you will only cum when we decide that you been good enough to until then you can’t Misty said smiling Summer then held John on the board and told Misty to get off and uncuff him Misty did that Summer pulled John close to her and then took the handcuffs off of Misty and cuffed Johns hands behind his back and made him sit on the floor. Misty then started to lick Summer’s nipples and playing with her slit making her even wetter than she was then Misty pushed Summer on the couch and started to gently bite from her tits down to her pussy. once Misty got there she spread Summer lips and put her tongue inside of Misty tasting her sister’s cum and shortly finding her g-spot and started to make circles around it and fingering her left and right “walls” with her fingers. Misty notice that Summer breathes was getting faster and starting to turn into gasp and the pulled her tongue out and replace it with 2 fingers then told John to “come here” John barley able to move cause of the cock ring making him harder on the verge of cumming rolled over to the girls right when he got there Summer grabbed his head and started to squirt all over his face. Misty then felt bad for John alittle so she loosened the rope that was behind his balls and right when she did John came letting out a massive load all over the rug. Misty took the cock ring off and when John finished cumming tightened the rope again so he couldn’t cum again. John fell on his back after cumming and Summer laid limply on the couch recovering from the one the best squirts she ever had. Misty now looking in the bag and decided it was time for a strap-on…she grabbed a bottle of the solution and a 10 inch long by 4 inch wide strap-on and walked over to Summer and ask how to fill it. Summer filled it up then Misty went back to the bag and grabbed another pair of handcuffs and the in a quick motion grabbed Summer and handcuffed her hands in front of her and then lifted her hands up above her head so she couldn’t move them. Misty said smiling “Now this is not a real dick so I am going to make you suck it” Summer wouldn’t open her mouth and the Misty said “It’s part of the rules now open your mouth or it will be worst…please sis I really want to and John is getting it to after you…” Summer then opened her mouth wide. Misty smiled and slowly push the tip of the strap-on inside her sister’s mouth then started to push further until she had half of it inside of her sister’s mouth. Misty then slowly started to thrust her hips moving the strap-on in and out of Summer’s mouth and then when Summer seemed comfortable Misty lost alittle control and started to get rougher and going further inside her sister’s mouth making her gag on the strap-on. Misty stopped to let her sister get her breath back and then said “I want you to open your throat I am going to push until you do…” Summer nodded scared Misty the pushed the strap-on inside Summer’s mouth hitting her throat and started to push gently until Summer’s throat finally opened and started to go deeper inside her mouth looking down Mist saw the strap-on inside her sister’s throat then pulled out being satisfied and went over to John took the gag off. Misty said “honey open up your mouth I got a present…” John opened his eyes seeing his wife with a strap-on started to freak out and opening his mouth just enough for Misty to force the strap-on into his mouth making him take 7 inches before gagging. Misty pulled out and then started to thrust fast and hard hitting John’s throat saying “this is pay back hope you enjoy…” John helplessly letting his wife fuck his face with a strap-on. When Misty got John’s throat to open she pushed all 10 inches inside his mouth making it go down his throat as Misty watched it not being able to control herself she pulled out and squeezed the balls on the strap-on and it started to shoot cum all over John’s face. Misty walked over to Summer and uncuffed her and said “get another big strap-on we are going to have fun covering John with all 4 bottles of cum.” Summer went in the bag and grabbed 2 bottle of the solution and gave them to Misty and then Summer grabbed a strap-on that was 11 inches long by 6 inches thick and filled it with the solution. Then picked John up and bent him over the ironing board again so that both Misty and Summer could fuck his ass and his face at the same time Summer then asked “would you like you take his ass first?” Misty said walking behind John “that would be a good idea…well honey let me show you why I hate anal…” Smiling Misty lined up the strap-on with John’s ass and started to push slowly until the tip of it was in John’s ass. He started to scream but Summer grabbed his head and pushed her strap-on in his mouth saying “this is what you get for cumming in my ass…” and started to roughly fuck John’s face. Misty began to push the strap-on further inside John’s ass until he had about 7 inches in then she forced the rest in his ass hard. Summer getting hornier by this started to fuck his face faster until John eventually passed out. Then both girls pulled out can came all over his body..,…

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Sins of the flesh chapter 2

“Mmm… that’s it Rolo, move yourself…yes…like that..”
Hands gripping the young assassin’s waist, moving them in time with the thrusts that were pushed into him, their skin meeting with an audible slap with every thrust.
“Ah- that feels so good Rolo, don’t stop…”
His husky voice, laced with lust and pleasure sounded like the most beautiful sound to the younger boy as he moved, driving the hot, hard length even deeper into his body, throaty gasps and moans leaving Rolo’s own parted lips as pleasure coursed though him, and he could feel his climax approaching.
“Ahh…Nii-sama…”
“Yes Rolo…come for me…”
Rolo woke up with a gasp, his body shuddering from the aftermaths of the orgasm that tore through his body. He found himself quite breathless, his heart beating hard against his chest as if the encounter he just had in his dreams were real.
“God…”
These dreams really had to stop.. It was hard enough as it was facing his brother in the morning ever since he had started to develop these feelings, and these erotic dreams didn’t make things easier. He looked down in dismay at his wet pyjamas and hoped it had not soaked through to his sheets, but…it had.
Damn it damn it damn it…
The teen slid out of bed, sighing as he tugged the sheets off his bed, glancing at the clock. His alarm clock hadn’t gone off… He was fretting about where to put the sheets when he heard his brother coming up the stairs and panicked, rushing into his en0suite bathroom taking the offending sheets with him, closing the door in time to avoid Lelouch letting himself in after a brief knock.
“Rolo! You’re going to be late for school…oh.” Lelouch found his brother’s bed was empty, and looking a little ruffled as if the boy had got out in a rush. He sighed, smiling a little to himself as he made the bed properly, realising it was sheet less. What in the? “Rolo…are you alright?” he asked, speaking toward the closed bathroom door.
“Yes…I’m fine Nii-san I didn’t notice the time…I’m sorry I’ll be right down!”
“…alright then. I’ll be downstairs okay?”
“I’ll be as quick as I can!”
Rolo breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the older boy leave, and could hear his steps descending the stairs. Thank god. He peeled off the damp clothing, wondering what in the hell to do with it. He guessed he would worry about it later as he turned on the shower and stepped in, washing all traces of the dirty dream from his body. This was all so unlike him, but he couldn’t seem to stop it. The more he tried to fight it, the worse it got, like he was trapped in quicksand, sinking rapidly,deeper and deeper into the obsession that was Lelouch.
However, it wasn’t such a bad thing, as Rolo had started to realise. His brother did indeed love him, from the bottom of his heart, Geass or not and that was all the assassin could ask for. It was happiness, of the normal, regular kind that a lot of people took for granted. Having family who cared for you unconditionally, simply because you were related by blood. He was aware Lelouch would probably never feel for him beyond that of a brother, but it didn’t matter.
Blood is a strange substance.
It was a bad idea from the start- Rolo didn’t like the sound of it the moment he heard it. “Babylon tower, Nii-san?” he asked looking up from his breakfast that fateful morning, after having rushed his clothes on and bolting downstairs. “It’s dangerous there…”
“I just need a lift- Rival is busy till evening, and by that time I want to be back here…”
“…B…but..”
“You don’t have to come in, just drop me off…please? I know I’m a bad brother for asking you, but I don’t see any other option…”
“…F…fine Nii-san…” It was Rolo’s weakness. He just couldn’t say no to his brother, even if all his senses were telling him it was a bad, bad idea.
“Thanks Rolo. I really appreciate it.” iThat/i smile again. The one that made the young boy’s heart slowly melt into an unrecognisable puddle. He knew somewhere inside he would do anything for that smile to be reserved only for him.
Anything
xXx
Of course, Rolo ended up following his brother into the damned overgrown gambling den, nervously looking at their surroundings, he felt like they stood out, black in a sea of colours- their uniforms too bold a colour, too prim, almost too child-like in this “adult” world to blend in.
He tried to tell himself it was because it was his job to keep an eye on him (It was, it was his mission) but in reality, it was because he relished any time he had with the former prince.
It was one more memory they would share, one more truth within the long intricate lie the world had woven for them- one Rolo had helped create, but somehow he had ended up tangled in it as much as Lelouch had. He disliked crowded places, they made him feel uncomfortable. he preferred it in the private of their own home, deep within Ashford Academy; Lelouch’s cadge, Rolo’s sanctuary.
Peeking into the main stadium, Rolo was quite horrified by the sight of the two Elevens who had been made to fight each other for the Britannian’s entertainment. It wasn’t really the violence itself that irked the boy- he was no strange to bloodshed, ofcourse not. It was that they were brothers… it gave him a chilling reminder of what he will probably have to do one day; kill the brother who had loved him, who he had fallen so deeply in love with, for the entertainment of Britannia. All so not to fail the mission. He could not be a failure. The thoughts were repeating themselves in Rolo’s mind when he felt an arm around his shoulder. He looked up slowly, his light violet eyes meeting his brother’s darker ones.
“You shouldn’t watch things like that if they upset you.” Lelouch said gently “You’re kind, Rolo, so I know these kinds of things get to you. Come on, let’s go elsewhere, it’s not the most tasteful sport in the world, too primitive and barbaric but then you would expect it from the nobles and the like who hang around here…They are all mindless animals.”
Kind? Only Nii-sama would call him that. His thoughts as he leaned in a little into Lelouch’s arm, seeking comfort and showing affection, something that now came naturally rather than the forced act he had to put on the first few days. Most other people described him as detached, aloof, distant. Unfriendly, unlovable, cold-hearted. He could honestly say, he could like himself a little more when he was Rolo Lamperouge. He would never be as popular, charismatic or intelligent as his brother but he still could say for the first time in his life he could like himself, just a little bit. A small smile started to play on the blond’s lips, his hand that was in his pocket gripping the small heart locket, his precious token of love from his brother. He felt like somehow, nothing else really mattered as long as their bond existed. It was supreme security, and Rolo revelled in it.
Unconditional love. What a strange, amazing thing.
xXx
“Get him!” The moment the dark skinned Mafia boss had barked those words toward the teen, Rolo’s reflexes had sprung up from their dormant state. He would protect his brother no matter what- or so he would have if not for the violent explosion that rocked the building, making him not be able to activate his Geass. Before the young boy knew it, a girl had grabbed Lelouch’s hand and was making a fast get away with him.
So they have come for Nii-sama. To take him away.
I won’t let them.
The soft jingle of the small bell attached to the heart locket he always touched for strength and luck rang across the room as Rolo’s right eye glowed the familiar shade of red. May he would be lucky enough to escape death from using his cursed gift this time. Enough luck to have the strength to protect his brother from those who wanted to use him. Black knights or Britannia- they were both the same. They both wanted his brother for their own selfish needs. And he wasn’t going to give Lelouch up to those people.
Never.
Moments later they were running, tearing past people, (past the Knightmare frames, including the one which was trying to invite the older boy in. No no, he wasn’t going to give Nii-sama back to those terrorists) and before they realised, they were closing themselves into the back area of the tower. At least it looked safe here. “Don’t worry, we’ll get out. I’ll make sure we will.” Lelouch’s words and ithat/i reassuring smile made Rolo nod, and somehow it felt like maybe they really would get out of here safe, out of reach from those terrorists and Britannia. Back to their home inside the school grounds, safe and sound. Maybe be scolded by that annoying Shirley, but that was something bearable.
Until that gunshot fired.
Until his brother did what he shouldn’t have; Protected him.
I’m just a tool.
Disposable.
A failure.
Why would you protect me?
Is it because you think we are connected by a bond, one of blood?
Rolo frantically fired his Geass, even though he knew it was futile. His power couldn’t stop the force of gravity, and Lelouch’s fingers slipped from his own,and everything seemed like it was in slow motion.
“Nii-san!”
Is this the end now? Is this where I wake from my dream?
The slumbering prince was finally awoken by the witch’s kiss that day- Finally opening his glowing red eye, rousing from the induced sleep, breaking free of the spell he had been put under, he looked around the web of lies that had been spun around him. He could see it all clearly now.
How they had all tried to trick him.
And as the prince stood, he vowed revenge. He would play them at their own game, put a spell upon them, as they stood, unaware.
The perfect sky was slowly turning a stormy grey.

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The Mysterious Lana (Ch 7)

It had been nearly six months since his trip to New Orleans and that fateful night with Lana. He simply couldn’t explain it but he couldn’t get her out of his mind. What hurt the most was the way she left. After she broke the news to him that she was married, she simply walked out of his life. She didn’t even attempt to explain things. It was like the night and their time together meant nothing to her. David was still devastated by that. He never thought that he would be a “One- Night Stand”.
After she left, David stayed in his suite and drank until he passed out. David isn’t much of a drinker but that night was different. The longer he stayed there thinking about Lana, the more he wanted to go look for her, but she obviously wanted nothing to do with him or else she wouldn’t have left the way she did. After nearly a half of fifth of Crown Royal, David was out like a light. The next morning came sooner than he had wanted. Even though he was still in some what of a drunken stupor, he was awake after only a few hours.
Shortly after he woke up that morning, he found himself sitting in his truck across the street from the coffee shop. He spent hours sitting there debating whether or not he should go in and confront Lana. After several hours, he decided it was probably best that he just left and chalked it up to experience. By the time David checked out of the Quarter House it was late afternoon.
While leaving town, David couldn’t help but notice the large amount of police cars passing up traffic with their blue strobe lights flashing in rapid sequences and their sirens loudly pleading for traffic to move aside. There had to be at least eight police cars and three ambulances. Even though this wasn’t anything unusual, David had a gut wrenching feeling as the emergency caravan passed up traffic. His first thought was Lana. He couldn’t get the image of this out of his mind; that sweet smile, those loving eyes, and that glorious personality. David had the strangest feeling that something was wrong; but simply blew it off. To this day he remembers feeling lower than he had ever felt as he turned on the radio and heard Poison’s “Every Rose Has It’s Thorn” then Sinead O’Connor’s “Nothing Compares To You”. After the way his day was going, David turned off the radio and drove the rest of the trip home in silence.
Even now, nearly six months later, not a minute goes by without him thinking about her. Trying hard not to be obsessive about it, David has been trying to go on with his daily routines like before but she continues to enter his mind. It was truly driving him crazy. It was clearly apparent to his family, friends, and employees that he hasn’t been himself these last six months. They had no idea what it was other than the fact that he just wasn’t the same David that they knew and loved.
As he entered the kitchen area of his main restaurant in Lafayette’s Historic District, David could see a few of the employees scattering from the far corner. They knew that because he had changed, they were probably going to be in trouble for not doing their jobs. In the past he would have joked and kidded around with them but now he has a very short fuse. He has no patience for anything anymore.
As David approached the small table where the employees were gathering, he saw what it was that they were doing. They were reading the comic strips from a news paper. Looking around, he saw the kitchen manager and the front manager walking through the main doors leading into the kitchen. David simply pointed to his office in the back and they both followed.
Once inside, David immediately began scolding them both for not properly supervising their staff. After it was over, the front manager left but the kitchen manager stayed behind.
The Kitchen Manager was David’s brother, Christopher, and he felt that he could say anything to David that needed to be said.
Christopher wasted no time, “David, what the hell is wrong with you? These people here bust their asses to make your restaurants a success and you don’t even give a shit anymore. What the fuck is going on with you?”
David instantly responded to his brother, “Chris, if I wanted you to know; then I would have pulled you in here and started telling you… but since that didn’t happen, then maybe you should take the hint and get back to work.”
“You’re a fucking prick you know that. You used to take pride in everything you do Dave. Hell, now days you might shave once a week and I can’t remember the last time I saw your grass cut at your house. Dave, the damned place looks abandoned for Christ sake.”
Standing up from his seated position behind his desk, David quickly shot back at his brother, “It would appear as though you have a fucking choice to make Chris, you can either get back to work like I’m paying you to do or you can get the fuck out”
It didn’t take Chris long to make his decision, “Fuck off Davey Boy”. With that, he threw his apron at David and left.
Sitting back down behind his desk, David knew that he may have just pushed things too far. Looking over at the newspaper that the employees were crowded around, David picked it up and flung it across the room. He knew that he was tired of feeling this way he just didn’t know what he could do about it. Maybe he needed help.
Standing up from behind the desk, David began walking towards the front door of his office. As he started stepping over the newspaper that he had just thrown, he looked down and his heart dropped. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at.
There was a picture of Lana on the front page being escorted by two Orleans Parish Sheriff’s Deputies. David couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He didn’t waste time leaning over and picking up the paper. His knees felt week as he studied the headline, “LOCAL WOMAN INDICTED FOR ATTEMPTED MURDER”.
David quickly began reading the article about how she was an abused wife who claimed self defense after she shot her husband nearly six months ago. It also said how she was being defended by an indigent defender. David was speechless.
He immediately called his attorney. The Baton Rouge based attorney that David used for his financial affairs was the best in the state. Although not a criminal lawyer, he had to know who the best criminal attorney in Louisiana was. On his instructions, a meeting was set up for three PM in Baton Rouge with the best around. That gave David five hours to get there but it was actually just over an hour’s drive.
After making his phone call, he picked up the newspaper then left the restaurant and made his way towards his truck. Standing next to his truck was Christopher. As David made it closer, Christopher spoke, “Davey boy, first thing first, I’m not here to beg for my job… I can find another job, but I only have one brother… what’s going on with you Bro?”
David opened the passenger side door of his truck, and told Chris, “I don’t have time to stand here and talk right now but you’re welcome to come with me.”
Chris got into the truck and left with his brother then asked, “Where are we going?”
“Well Chris, first we are going to my place to get changed then we are going on a road trip to Baton Rouge.” After saying that, David handed him the newspaper; “Read this then we will talk.”
After reading the article, Chris was loaded with questions but it began with the most logical one, “What does this have to do with you?”
With the exception of the sexual details, David told Chris everything. He even told him how he felt about Lana and how she left him that fateful afternoon.
“Bro, if she left you like that, she obviously doesn’t have any feelings for you. So again I ask; Why are you doing this?”
“It’s hard to explain Chris; I just know that it’s something that I have to do. I feel for her deeper than I’ve felt for anyone in my entire life. I don’t know how it happened but it just did. It started out as another conquest but something happened to me Chris. That night at Jackson Square we really connected. I just know that I have to do this.”
“Davey Boy, how do you know she wasn’t playing you?”
“I don’t know, but I have to do this”
After they finished their talk and made their trip to Baton Rouge, David felt as if he had a purpose in life again. He had a mission.
When they arrived at the law offices in Baton Rouge, David and Christopher made their way into the main lobby. It wasn’t unusual that they were met by David’s attorney and not a mere assistant or secretary. Even though David was a multi-millionaire and should be used to such royal treatment, he never did become accustomed to it. He always felt as though he was putting people out of their way when they did such things. This was a mere product of his “Down to Earth” personality.
As David’s attorney walked them into his conference room on the 10th floor of the office building, he could see a rather well dressed man looking through the windows on the opposite side of the room. Looking past the man, David could see the unmistakable peak of the Louisiana State Capital building and the bridge that stretched over the mighty Mississippi River. It was an awe-inspiring site.
As the meeting began, the well dressed stranger was introduced as Clarke Chapman; esquire.
As the four men sat down, David started the meeting by introducing himself and his brother. “Mr. Chapman, My name is David Friske and this is my brother Christopher. I am not an important man by any means. But I do have important business to discuss with you. There is a young lady in New Orleans that was recently indicted for the attempted murder of her husband.”
David then slide a file folder to Mr. Chapman which contained the newspaper clipping and a single sheet of paper containing the name and the address for Lana’s Coffee Shop in the French Quarter. “Please read over this article then I will continue.”
While Mr. Chapman read the article, David stood and retrieved himself a drink from the small bar at the opposite end of the conference room.
“David, how well do you know this woman?” asked the criminal attorney after he completed with the article.
“Well enough to know that she wouldn’t ever try to or even complete a murder, Mr. Chapman.” David responded as he sat back down in the plush leather chair. “Mr. Chapman, your task is simple. I need your services to be made available to this young lady immediately and pro bono”
Mr. Chapman shifted in his seat at the proposal that he should take this case for free. It was a travesty. “David your not my client and neither is she, its very unrealistic that I would even consider such a proposal”.
David reached into his jacket pocket and recovered a small but thickly packed envelope and slid it towards the reluctant attorney. After Mr. Chapman opened the envelope, his mouth dropped as he saw a large amount of $100.00 bills neatly packed inside.
“Mr. Chapman, its simple. I will pay you the sum of $20,000.00 to take the case. That’s much more than you would normally make even if she were to pay for your services. In return you have to simply seek her out and offer your services pro bono. Even have her sign over all media rights to the case and the surrounding circumstances of the case as a part of the pro bono deal. After she is found not guilty, you can go off and write a best seller on the case having all media rights. Once you’ve done that, I have a few friends in Los Angeles that may be interested in your book. Mr. Chapman, it is a win- win scenario for you. Nothing out of pocket.”
“I have to admit that it’s an interesting offer now that you put it that way.” Chapman said with a slight grin.
All the men at the table burst into laughter as he responded. Even Christopher sat back and knew that David had the high priced lawyer at this point. He loved to watch his brother at work. He was awesome at convincing people to do things that they don’t really want to do.
After the laughter slowed, Mr. Chapman continued, “Now David you do understand that there may be expenses incurred for her defense in the event it goes to trial”
“Well Mr. Chapman, that’s why you are here and not any other criminal attorney. All you have to do is ensure that she’s found not guilty. The money in that envelope is for your time during the course of this case. I expect your firm to absorb all costs incurred because as you very well know, Domestic Violence stories are a big seller now days. And that includes bonding her out of that god forsaken jail. You will get your investment back three fold and you know it as well as I do.” After a slight pause and finishing off his double Crown Royal on the rocks, David continued, “Mr. Chapman, I may be from a small town but believe me when I say that I’m a ‘Big City Business Man’, please don’t insult my intelligence.”
Somewhat uncomfortable at the fact that David was under the impression that he had been insulted, Chapman retorted, “No insult intended David…”
David quickly interrupted the apologetic gentleman, “Mr. Chapman, make no mistake, I can hang with the best of um. Now unlike most cases you have been approached with in the past, I have two more stipulations. First one is that I expect an answer immediately.”
Taken aback by the firm manner that David’s voice had taken, Chapman looked down at the twenty grand then responded, “David, I have lots of cases in the works and can’t just drop them on the spot.”
“I’m not asking you to drop your other cases, I’m simply asking you to make this one your priority… and I do mean YOU and not one of your flunkies. If I wanted a flunky I wouldn’t have asked you here.”
Chapman was impressed at David’s negotiation skills, “Ok, I will take the case. What’s the second stipulation?”
Standing up, David walked back over to the small bar and poured himself another shot. The room stayed silent as David looked at the glass of whiskey then put it back on the bar. He didn’t need this. It wasn’t in him to drink as much as he has these last six months.
As he made his way back to his chair, David simply stood and looked into Chapman’s eyes. “This is the easiest stipulation of them all Mr. Chapman. This meeting never took place. You want to take this case pro bono and it’s as simple as that. Understood?”
Standing from his seat, Chapman reached to shake David’s hand and replied, “Understood”.
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Lana sat in her cold cell in the Orleans Parish Correctional Center. How did she get here? The District Attorney told her that he wasn’t going to pursue the case. He told her that he believed it was self defense. What is she doing here? How did her life get so fucking screwed up?
As she sat there thinking about her life, she reminisced about that night with David. She knew that he was the one. Why did she have to fuck that up?
She felt like they were the perfect match. They are two struggling small business professionals; trying to make a modest living. She knew that she had to be honest if she was ever going to have a chance with him. She just never expected him to be so quiet when she told him that she was married. She knew the moment he fell silent for all those minutes, that his silence was his reply. She thought back to the morning after when she more than expected him to come into the coffee shop but was heart broken again when he didn’t.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a jailor calling her name and her automated cell door slid open. Cautiously peering out from the opened door, she could see the jailor at the end of the block motioning her to follow. Noticing her reluctance and fear of her surroundings, the female deputy stated, “It’s ok honey, you have visitors it’s your attorneys.”
Not in the mood, Lana simply replied, “Oh that court appointed idiot. With my life in his hands, I’m as good as dead” she said with a slight chuckle of laughter.
“Well girl, having two attorneys is better than not having any at all.” The jailor replied.
“Two attorneys? I only have that idiot from the Indigent Defender’s Board”. Lana replied
“Well, all I know is that you have two visitors and they are both attorneys. One is that kid they assigned you from the Indigent Defenders Board but the other one looks high dollar. That definitely isn’t any $200.00 Montgomery Ward special he has on.”
After the female deputy placed the required handcuffs around Lana’s wrists, she escorted her to the interview room where the attorneys were waiting.
As she entered the small crowded interview room, Lana sat at the end of the small table. She despised this room. It was barely eight feet by eight feet and only contained the small table and four chairs. There was a wall sized mirror at the end of the room. That was one thing that she never understood. Who were the police actually fooling with this device? Who in the world didn’t know that there were people on the other side watching and listening to everything being said in the small room?
After sitting down she looked over at her attorney, if you could call him that. She hated this kid; he looked like he wasn’t old enough to have a driver’s license much less have a license to practice criminal law. His name was Timothy Turner. He was in his late twenties and only passed the Bar a year ago. He started working at the Indigent Defenders Board shortly after getting his license. When they first met, he explained to Lana that this was his first Attempted Murder case but handled many felonies since he became licensed. But what Lana wasn’t told until their third meeting, was that none of those felony cases involved “Crimes Against Persons”. They were all property offenses. Cases like Felony Theft or Felony Damages to Property, things of that sort. This obviously didn’t do much to instill confidence in her situation or in her life line. This young attorney was trying to get his career cherry popped with her case and that made her nervous as hell.
Shortly after she sat down, the pimply faced attorney eagerly introduced his companion. “Lana, this is Clarke Chapman. He is a criminal attorney from Baton Rouge. He has a proposal to make and for the record, I think Christmas has come early this year.” She had no idea why the kid was so happy it was almost as if he was in the company of a Hollywood movie star.
Lana sarcastically answered, “Well kid its apparent that you’re the only one in the room that still believes in Santa Claus. Why haven’t you been able to get me out of here? Doesn’t anyone believe in me anymore?”
Chapman wanted so badly to answer that for her. He knew someone that believed in her. But for reasons unknown to him he couldn’t tell her how he truly came to be there.
“Lana, as my associate mentioned, I am Clarke Chapman. I am a Criminal Attorney from Baton Rouge. I read about your case in a newspaper clipping and would like to represent you. I have tried thousands of cases in the past twenty plus years and I think you will find my representation quite satisfying.”
The kid couldn’t contain his excitement any longer; he had to put his two cents in, “He’s never lost a case… we are set”. He said with total delight. It was almost as if he had just lost his virginity. Both Chapman and Lana looked at the young attorney. Chapman covered his face to keep from laughing but Lana couldn’t resist the chance. She looked at the youngling and asked, “Kid was that your first orgasm?”
It was almost as if the young lawyer’s dog had died. The look on his face instantly turned from excitement to total devastation. “Lana, I don’t know what I’ve done to you to deserve this but I don’t like it.”
“That’s just it” Lana quickly replied “you haven’t done anything… I’m still in here.”
Chapman felt as though he had to step in and save his companion from further humiliation. “Lana, I’m here to ask your permission to represent you in your legal battles…”
Lana had to interrupt Chapman, “All due respect Mr. Chapman, but looking at the quality of that suit, I don’t think I can afford your services.”
“Well Lana, have you ever heard of ‘Pro- Bono’?”
“It was mentioned in a movie I saw once. Isn’t it where you represent me for free or something?”
“That’s exactly what it means. I would like to represent you but not exactly for free. I would like only one thing in exchange. I would like your permission to have any media rights to the story for possible publication. That means you don’t talk to any reporters unless I am with you or unless I supply you with an orchestrated response so on and so forth.”
“Publication? You want to write a book about me?” Lana asked in surprise.
“The thought has crossed my mind. But again the risk I’m taking is that during the course of the case, I may change my mind and not do it for whatever reason but that’s the gamble I will take. But none the less, I have with me a contract where we both agree to something. I agree to extend my services free of charge and you agree to let me publish your story if I decide to do so.”
Looking at Chapman and then to the kid, Lana decided that something was better than nothing. “Can I read over this contract?”
“By all means” Chapman replied as he handed over a folder containing the papers.
The contract didn’t seem too complicated. It contained the standard legal format with big words that most people didn’t know the definitions of. But the jest of it was relatively simple. It was just as simple as he had explained it to her. But one question continued to loom in her mind.
“Mr. Chapman, I know I asked this already but I still don’t understand one thing. Why me?”
He suspected that she would press this issue. Chapman was a very ethical man. Although he never legally agreed to David not to reveal his involvement by way of contractual agreement, he did give his word. He knew that if he told her the truth that his personal ethics would be called into question. But at the same time he couldn’t bring himself to lie to Lana either. That would be no way to start a professional relationship with her and if ever she found out, then she would never trust him again. Chapman decided that it was best to tell the truth and stay with the truth.
“Lana, like I said, I read about your case in a newspaper clipping…” Although not the absolute truth, he did in fact read about it in the newspaper clipping that David gave to him during their meeting. It was a technicality but he suspected that it would suffice. “…and I was given the pro bono idea from someone I know through an associate who is a financial attorney in Baton Rouge. It’s just that simple ma’am.”
“Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening. You mean to tell me that its just that simple, I have a real attorney for free?” it was then that she caught what she said and decided to spare “junior” any further humiliation, “I mean a more experienced attorney”.
Chapman felt for his younger associate. He knows that young attorneys try hard but still have a lot to learn before they are actually trusted by those that they represent. This trust can only be gained through experience; experience that they get through indigent work.
Lana saw the humiliation in the kid’s face and had to apologize. “I’m sorry Tim; I just lost faith here with me being arrested for defending myself and everything. I know you were doing your best. And before I agree to this ‘pro bono’ stuff, I want you to know that it isn’t because of you. I want you to know that it’s because of me. I know I’m innocent and I think that Mr. Chapman can help me more than you can right now.”
Tim couldn’t help but agree with Lana because he knew that everything she said was the absolute truth. “Lana, I know I lack experience but experience isn’t something I can get over night. But this isn’t about me getting experience. It’s about you getting out of here and away from the Attempted Murder that you have been charged with.”
Looking at Chapman, Lana spoke confidently, “Mr. Chapman, I’ll take your offer under one condition, you allow Tiny Tim here to assist in my defense.” She winked at Junior as she said it and the three of them burst into laughter.
Once Chapman agreed and the papers were signed, the two attorneys were off to do their work and Lana was escorted back to her cell.
The next day, Lana awoke to hear the female Deputy calling her again and heard the loud noises produced by her cell door automatically opening. Surprised by the commotion, Lana didn’t know what to make of it. She picked up her head and tried her best to move her hair from her face.
“Pack your bags sweetie your out of here” replied the female Deputy as she entered Lana’s cell.
Not believing what she was hearing, Lana had to ask her to repeat it. The Deputy gladly did so with a big smile on her face. Lana had the type of personality that she made friends where ever she went. And although the circumstances were a little more stressful than she wanted, jail was no different. The female deputies working her block and the other female inmates there had all grown to like Lana because she was honest with them but at the same time she didn’t take any shit from anyone. Those were two qualities that they greatly respected.
“Your out of here sweetie, your going home. The judge issued a bail order in your case and it was posted this morning. Let’s get you cleaned up and over to “Out- Processing” so you can go home”.
Lana couldn’t believe it; she was instantly exhilarated and filled with over-whelming joy. She was speechless. Without even thinking she jumped up and started to give a bug hug to the Deputy. Just before she closed the distance, Lana caught herself and stopped.
With a small giggle, the female Deputy simply responded with, “You know that isn’t allowed… but yes I’m happy for you as well. Get your things Lana so you can get out of here.”
It didn’t take as long to process out as it took to process in. Lana was surprised that she actually got several “good luck” greetings from the Deputies that she had to deal with while she was in the Parish Jail.
When she picked up her bags and walked towards the front doors, she thought for the first time since she found out she was getting out, where was she going to go? She couldn’t go home and she surly didn’t want to intrude on her friends. But under the circumstances, she knew that these were small decisions that had to be made. All she cared about right now was that she was out of jail until her trial.
As she walked towards the front doors, she could see the sunlight shining through. It was a magnificent sight indeed. That first breath of fresh air she ingested seemed more crisp and clear than any other she had ever taken in the past.

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Fantasy

harry potter revisited 7,8,9

Voldemort’s Revenge
Harry was standing in a dimly lit room with Voldemort and Malfoy (Drako) standing in front of him. Malfoy was naked against the wall with chains holding his arms into the air. Another two chains on either side spread his feet apart. Harry looked around and noticed he was in a sort of dungeon used for tortures.
“You failed me Drako. If it had not been for Snape,” Voldemort nodded at Harry, “Dumbledore would still be alive. Although you did find a way for my death eaters to get into the castle. For that I will not kill you but, I do have to set an example out of you.”
Harry realized at once that he was inside of Snape’s head. Harry found this odd considering Snape was great at Occlumency. Harry put this out of his mind and paid close attention to Voldemort. Voldemort then seemed to pull a nine-tail whip out of nowhere. He raised it above his head and brought it down across Malfoy’s chest. Malfoy looked as though he was going to scream out but he held it in. Voldemort raised the whip again brought it down in the other direction. The two whips left a cross on Malfoy’s chest. Harry started felling sorry for him then remembered Malfoy was the main reason Dumbledore was dead.
A third time the whip was brought down, then a fourth. Voldemort then laid down his whip and took out his wand. Harry then saw Malfoy drop to the ground as the chains released him. Voldemort lead Malfoy over to a table in the middle of the room. Malfoy was made to lie on top of it face down. Chains sprang up out of nowhere and held Malfoy into place. There was one around his waist, another around the top of his back and a third one holding his legs down.
Harry/Snape mover around to the front of Malfoy and took his dick out and shoved it into Malfoy’s mouth. He opened his mouth willingly because he knew his master was watching him. Voldemort took his wand and shoved it into Malfoy’s ass and left most of it sit inside. Without any words, Harry figured he did it nvbl., the wand started spinning around in his ass. Malfoy sucked harder on the cock in his mouth, probably trying not to scream.
Snape felt a build up in his balls and grabbed the back of Malfoy’s head and shot his load deep into his throat. Voldemort then pulled his wand out of Malfoy’s ass and gave it a real wipe down before releasing him. Malfoy just laid there as Harry and Voldemort walked into the other room talking.
“So is everything set at Hogwarts for my arrival?” Voldemort asked Harry.
Harry Felt himself responds but it was not his words being spoken, “Yes my lord. Your spy had no problems getting in and I am receiving regular reports. Harry Potter showed up but, I have been informed he and his troublesome friends are set to leave tomorrow for Godrics Hallow. So he should not be any trouble for you.”
After Voldemort turned and left with a smile on his face, a death eater Harry did not recognize walked in. His cock was still hanging out in the open from earlier and she just dropped to her knees and stuck it in her mouth. He felt the same sensation her felt with Ginny but this was better, much better. She seemed to know what she was doing because his cock grew faster and harder than before.
Harry rocked his hips in and out of her mouth as he grabbed a hold of her head and gently fucked her face. With each stroke he made it deeper and deeper down her throat until he felt her nose come in contact with his hair. She picked up speed and drank his entire cock each time. He reached down and cupped her breasts in his hand careful not to interrupt her. She had nice big round breasts with hard nipples sticking up so he took each on in between his fingers and gave them a gentle squeeze.
She stood up and placed her ass on top of the cool, metal table with a little surprised jump. He walked in between her legs and positioned his cock at the opening. He pushed as hard and fast as he could in and out of her pussy. Her back made a squeaking noise, along with the metal sliding on the stone floor, there was noise bouncing off every wall with echoes. He knew some one could hear him but he did not care so he pushed harder and faster.
He grabbed her hips and slammed into her as hard as he could spilling his cum into her womb. He pulled out and walked away leaving her there like nothing had happened. He walked into a room across from the old one and went over to the sink. He looked down at the water basin and splashed a little water on his face before looking up. There was a mirror staring him in the face but, it was not his face it was Snape’s.
“Enjoy your self Harry? Now get out.” Snape said to the mirror.
Harry woke with a jerk which made his cock slide out of Ginny. Harry thought that there would be no reason to go to Godrics Hallow, there would probably be an ambush waiting there for him. He fell asleep to the thought of what he was to do now. Should he stay at Hogwarts and wait for Voldemort to come to him or should he seek out Voldemort and kill him before he had a chance to get to the school. He would have to discuss it with Ron and Hermione in the morning. Harry also wondered why Snape had allowed Harry into his mind. Was this part of the whole plan or what?
The next thing Harry felt was Ginny getting off his lap and he heard catcalls from other students. Harry had left his glasses on when he fell asleep so he just had to open his eyes. He saw students walk past staring at him and exiting through the door. Ron and Hermione jumped up and quickly ran to the dorm room while Harry and Ginny did it slowly. After getting dressed they all met down in the common room.
“Who is head of Gryffindor now that McGonagall was now head mistress?” Harry asked Hermione because she was the only one who actually listened.
“Her name is prof. Watson and she is the new defense against the dark arts teacher. A prof. Radcliff will be taking over Transfiguration.” Hermione told him.
Harry just lowered his head in acknowledgment and told them that he wanted to miss breakfast and head out to the black lake because he had something to discuss with them. They headed out the front door and down to the lake where Harry explained to them what he had dreamt.
Hermione spoke up first, “It has to be a trick. Why would Snape show that to you? That has got to be their plan to keep you here so you don’t go looking for them.”
Ron looked at her for a second and responded, “But what if it’s not a trick what if that was their plan and there is someone here at Hogwarts helping out Voldemort.”
Both Ron and Hermione had gotten used to saying Voldemort without much fear.
“He can’t be that powerful if you can keep defeating him, no offence.” Ron had told him over the summer
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They all sat there contemplating on what to do next.
After a while, Ginny spoke up, “I think you all should stay here and,”
Hermione interrupted her in mid sentence, “Yeah we all know what you want already”
Ginny gave he a dirty look then started again, “Like I was saying, I think you should stay here and protect the school. What if it was real and they plan to attack the school now that Dumbledore is gone. Granted we do have all these teachers here but, the prophecy did say only Harry could defeat him. Plus we don’t know who the spy is so we have to really watch the new teachers.”
Harry thought Ginny had made some very good points and agreed with her. In the end, they had all agreed to stay at Hogwarts. Just then, Harry noticed a person walking out to the lake. Harry stood up and put his hand in his robe and wrapped it tightly around his wand. He then released it when he saw that it was Prof. McGonagall.
“Harry Potter I need you to follow me to my office. There’s some important items we have to discuss.” she told him.
She then handed Hermione, Ron and Ginny their schedules after checking Ginny’s o.w.l results. Ginny had also decided to become an auror. Harry then followed prof. McGonagall up to the castle and into her office, which had been changed from the likes of Dumbledore.
Dumbledore’s Will
Harry walked into the room and sat down in his regular chair. Harry looked up and saw Dumbledore’s portrait staring down at him. The portrait gave him a little smile and a wink. Prof. McGonagall went around to the back of the desk and sat down. After rummaging around for something, she pulled out a piece of parchment.
“We have found Dumbledore’s will and you were mentioned in It.” she began. After a moments pause she continued, “He left you a few of his belongings including the sword, pensive with a few bottles and this locked box. He stated in his will that you would be the only one able to open it.”
Harry thought this a little weird because Dumbledore did not tell him anything about opening a box. He just stared at it with a puzzled look on his face. After a few seconds of thought and examining the box McGonagall spoke up again.
“Now Harry I know that Dumbledore told you not to tell anyone about where you went that night.” McGonagall got up and walked around the desk to Harry.
She stopped in front of Harry and bent over putting a hand on each of the arms of the chair. Harry could see straight down her robes. Her breasts were small and perky and if Harry looked hard, he could see some sparse, dark hair down by her pussy. She seemed to notice where his eyes were but just stayed there.
Harry cleared his throat. “That’s right prof. there is only a couple of people that know and Dumbledore told me that they had the right to know but I should tell no one else.”
Harry said with a little dryness in his voice. McGonagall stood up and pulled her shoulders out of her robes. She then let the robes fall to the ground. Now for being 70, she the body of a 20 year old. A skinny, small breasted, light-tanned 20 year old but never the less. She then bent over and pulled Harry’s robes up past his cock, which was now as hard as it could get.
“Are you sure you can’t tell me?” she said but before Harry could give her a response she took it into her mouth.
Her mouth was nice and warm. She started moving her tongue around the head. Harry grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down onto his pelvis. He could feel her nose tickle the hair above his dick. Harry moved her head up and down as fast as he could get her to go. McGonagall released his cock and turned around sticking her ass in Harry’s face. Harry grabbed a hold of her hips and shoved his face between her cheeks. He drove his tongue into her hole and got a moan in response.
Harry had a decision to make should he stick it in her ass or her pussy. He felt her pussy juices drip onto his chin and decided he wanted the pussy. He grabbed her hips and brought he down and impaled as much as he could into her pussy. She started rotating her hips in a circle and was moaning loudly. This had caught the attention of the portraits, which were now staring at them. Harry heard a couple of comments like “Wow I wish I could have gotten away with that when I was in charge.” and even “Hey Dumbledore, he’s lasting more than you.” Harry thought this comment was a little weird but now McGonagall was sliding back and forth along his cock.
Harry could not stand it anymore and wanted to pound this pussy raw. He stood up and with out coming out of her pussy, he pushed her face down onto the desk. Harry grabbed her hips and pulled his dick most of the way out and pushed it as fast and as hard as he could. He moved him hips as fast as he could sliding his cock in and out of her pussy. She was drying out so Harry pulled his cock out to the edge of her pussy and spit onto his cock. He pushed back in which was a lot slicker than before.
Harry could fell the pressure building up in his balls. Harry then picked up speed and started pushing harder into her. They were pushing the desk into the back of the room and every other thrust they had to take a step. This felt so good to Harry that he did not want to stop moving but he knew that he was about spent.
Harry grabbed her hips and held her still as he unloaded his cum stream after stream into her, “Sorry prof. but I still can’t tell you.”
Harry gathered up his newfound positions and left back to the dorm room. He entered to it being deserted because of classes going on at the time. He sat the pensive down and realized he did not know how to use it. He had always been pulled out whenever he finished.
He searched through the box of memories and he came upon a note at the bottom that stated, “To return from whence you came, jump to the stars and things will be the same.”
He thought it a little weird be he kept that in mind. He started picking up bottles of silver liquid, which had been labeled, and read each of them. “Prophecy, Bob Ogden, Horcruxes (Slughorn) and one bottle labeled Minerva.” Harry knew the later one was prof. McGonagall’s first name. There were other bottles here but most of them Harry did not recognize the names on them. He took the locked box into his hand and examined it.
There were two side-by-side circles on the top with inscription right below it. It was in a language he did not understand. He just sat there staring at it when the door opened and Ron, Ginny and Hermione walked in and sat down next to him.
“So what did prof. McGonagall what with you?” Hermione asked him
Harry told her about the will and everything that was left to him.
“So he said only you could open the box?” Hermione asked.
Harry told her, “That’s what the will said anyways.”
Hermione just sat there thinking about what it could mean. Harry showed her the inscription on the top of the box and she did not know either. However, she did promise him that she would find out for him. Hermione stowed the box into her bag and set off for the library before her next class. Ron followed her to help her look in books. Harry and Ginny meanwhile went through the rest of the bottles of memories when they heard the bell ring for the next classes.
Ginny helped carry everything up to Harry’s bed and they went back down to their classes. Harry had different classes than Ginny so they went off into different directions. Harry took off for his D.A.D.A class. Ron was sitting toward the front of the room and flagged him down. Harry took his set right next to Ron. He looked around the classroom and it looked about half-full as usual. Harry heard the door close behind them and before he could turn around a hand was on his shoulder and the new teacher was standing there looking at him.
“This is you final year here at Hogwarts.” said prof. Watson as she continued to the front of the room “This year we shall be getting you ready for the outside as best as possible. Now I know some of you are heading off to auror training.” she gave Harry a little nod “and some will be heading other places. I hope each of you is a real tribute to where ever you end up. Now This will be your toughest year yet. We will be studying advanced magic and even some dark magic. Now for some practical magic. First off I will be teaching you how to repel Dementors.”
With this Harry, Ron and two other people snickered. Harry turned around and saw Cho and Neville sitting at opposite ends at the back of the room. Two of the several Dumbledore’s Army left in school. Either the rest passed through school or their parents decided it was to dangerous to send them back. Harry knew what they were laughing about; he had taught them the Patronus in their fifth year at school.
“And may I ask what is funny about Dementors?” prof. Watson asked them.
Harry figured since he was the one who taught them he decided to stand up.
“Well prof. I taught Ron sitting here and Neville and Cho back there” Harry nodded to them. “the Patronus two years ago. I had set up a D.A.D.A class so I could prepare people for Voldemort,” most people gasped at this and dropped quills “when we had a horrible teacher.” Harry held up the back of his hand.
She looked un-convinced with Harry’s story so she told him to produce the Patronus. Harry pulled his wand out of his robe, put the thought of him and Ginny in the bathroom into his head, and said aloud, “Expecto Patronus” and a silver stag erupted from the end of his wand and did a couple laps around the room and disappeared. Ron, Neville and Cho all stood up and produced their patronuses for the teacher. The rest of the classroom oohhed and awed at the site. Even the teacher looked impressed.
“Well then you four can help out with the rest of the class.” the prof. told them.
Considering there was only five other people to be taught they each took a partner. Harry got a Ravenclaw he had seen around school but never talked to. Neville was actually one of the first to be picked. A Hufflepuff with short red hair and was a foot taller than he was. Ron got a Gryffindor boy Harry had seen around in the common room and Cho got a tall stocky boy from Ravenclaw Harry had only seen a couple times. There was just one boy left and he was from Slytherin. The teacher got him.
After an hour, the teacher had called the class to a halt and told them all to practice. She then dismissed the class and asked Harry to stay behind for a second. Harry nodded to Ron and told him that he would meat up with him at lunch. After the door was closed Emma (prof. Watson) asked Harry to enter her chambers. Harry followed closely behind her and could smell blue berries emanating off her. Harry entered and closed the door behind him. He then sat down in a chair in the middle of the room. Emily walked around her desk and removed her robe to hang it up. She was wearing a white halter-top and a black skirt that went down slightly above her knees.
“I asked you in here because I wanted to ask you what you taught your friends so I can make some arrangements.” she told Harry but he had just noticed that he could see her nipples through her shirt.
Harry stared at her breasts while she gave him a puzzled look, followed his gaze and noticed her nipples plain as day. She looked back at Harry a notice he had built a tent inside his robe. She grabbed the bottom her shirt and raised it above her head. She had tits that would make Pamela Anderson jealous. Each breast was the size of Harry’s head. His jaw just dropped to the floor. Emma walked around the desk and shoved one of her breasts into Harry’s open, awaiting mouth and Harry complied with her. He took her nipple into his mouth and tried to see if he could milk it. When he found it was dry Harry took his tongue and erected her nipple. He took it in between his teeth and bit down hard enough to get a moan.
He raised her skirt and rubbed her clit with his finger. She was really getting wet now. So he slipped two of his fingers into her pussy and curled them to try to find her g-spot but was un successful. Emma pushed all the items off her desk and hopped up. Harry got down in between her legs and inserted three fingers. Even that did not seem to work until Emma grabbed his wrist and told him to ball up his fist. When he did, she shoved his hand deep into her pussy. Harry pulled and pushed his hand inside of as if it were a cock. She leaned back across the desk and bent her knees up so she could position her feet onto the desk.
“Faster! Show me why you are the chosen one.” she yelled out as Harry picked up speed and shoved his hand into her until he hit a wall and then retracted. After a minute or two, Emma grabbed his hand and held it still. Harry looked down between her legs and received a face full of cum. Harry was shocked because he had no idea that that could even happen. Harry withdrew his hand and considered putting his dick into her. It was just that if his fist would fit in her and he probably would not feel much pleasure with his cock.
Harry lifted her legs onto his shoulders and grabbed his cock, sliding it around her pussy to get it nice and wet. Harry positioned his cock at her ass hole and grabbed her hips. Harry pushed as hard as he could and it plopped it in. He got a pleasant moan from his teacher as he pulled back. He drove it home again and Emma arched the small of her back. He continued to pound away into her for what seemed like hours. In reality, he had not been at it for more then five minutes.
Harry sent stream after stream into her ass. When Harry withdrew his cock, his semen just flowed out of her ass. He pulled his robe back down and sat back into the chair as his teacher got up and threw her robe on. She walked around the desk, sat down and continued talking as if nothing had happened. Half an hour later he left her office, headed down to lunch, and sat next to Ginny. She then leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips as she sniffed him.
“What’s that I smell?” She asked him and Harry got nervous because he figured she was smelling pussy on him.
She continued, “It smells like blue berries.” Harry felt relief and explained he was hit with some spray as he walked by a group of girls.
After lunch and a few classes in the after noon they all went to the library and sat down at one of the tables. They piled a stack of books in front of each of them with titles like, Ancient dialect and forgotten languages.” but were un successful. They set off for diner after dropping a few books off in their rooms. After diner how ever Harry was as tired as he had ever been and apologized to Ginny before heading up to bed. Ron stayed down stairs because he was still wide awake. After dressing and laying down he passed right out dreaming of Ginny and him in the bathroom.
Pensive Adventure
Life had gone on over the next couple of weeks. Harry and Ginny made a couple of trips to the prefects’ bathroom and a couple of times invited Ron and Hermione to join them. They still had no success with finding out what the writing was or even how to open the box. About a month after arriving at school the four of them decided to take a trip down to the lake. They all took their usual seats, Ginny and Hermione between Harry and Ron’s legs, and was taking turns examining the box. All of a sudden, a snake came slithering out of the water towards them. None of them looked worried and Harry told the snake to go back to the water.
Hermione had been holding the box and screamed, “Harry it glowed just now.”
Harry took the box from her and examined it carefully. It just looked the same to Harry as he twirled it around.
“It happened when you told the snake to go away so try talking in parseltongue to it.” Hermione told him.
Harry just shrugged and figured why not they had tried everything else. Harry say it down and in parseltongue told it, “open says me” Harry figured he would be comical about it. However, there was nothing comical about it, the box glowed a deep purple color. The writing on the box was now readable. It said, “yoU Seek rEvenge in The sHadows, fEel Love and yOu Could Kill voldEmorT”
Hermione reached into her back and pulled out a quill and a piece of scrap parchment and jotted down the words before they disappeared. Hermione sat there, read, and reread it repeatedly before gasping.
“Harry do you still have the locket you and Dumbledore thought was a Horcrux?” Harry told her it was up in his room. She started crossing off letters until “USE THE LOCKET” were the only letters left. They all jumped up and ran up into the castle. It was right before curfew so they had not came across anyone. “Dinglebit” they all said to the fat lady and climbed inside. Harry hurried up into his room and opened his truck to search for the locket. He had found it right next to the looking glass his godfather had given him. He hurried back down stair without putting anything back and sat next to Ginny.
Harry opened the locket and tried putting it onto each of the circles on top. The box popped open a crack, after a little jump from Ginny, Harry opened it up all the way. Inside was the actual locket, the ring Dumbledore wore last year and a piece of parchment rolled up. Harry grabbed the parchment and read it. After reading it, he decided to read it aloud after checking no one else was around.
“Harry if you are reading this then that means my plan is going as planed. I left you the ring and locket, which were the only two Horcruxes I found. Yes, I know you are thinking what that locket inside of the cave was. Regulas Black, Sirius’s brother, left that locket. I knew he had taken it but I need to take you to the cave for my plan to work. I had to appear weakened for when the death eaters attack the school. Regulas had taken it shortly before he was killed. I found the Horcrux locket in Grimmuald after Serious died. I know also that you are mad at Snape right now but you need not be. He killed me on my orders. He had made an unbreakable bond with Narcissa and if he had not killed me, he would have died. I made Snape promise me that he would carry it out if Draco could not do it. He is more important than I am for your survival.
Along with this box, I have left you the pensive and all the memories you need to find the other horcruxes. Three have been found already and four are left. One is in the Voldemort still walking around and Snape knows where the other three are. I believe in you Harry and you can kill Voldemort. You are the only one you can. Please stay at school and the rest will come to you in the following days.”
Harry finished reading the letter and looked around at everyone to get their responses. He could not see any; they just had blank expressions on their faces.
Finally Hermione spoke up, “So Snape killed him because he told him to. That must be why he was pleading with Snape when he killed him. He was begging for death so that Snape could live.”
Harry just stared at her and started registering what she had said. Snape was actually still good but how could Dumbledore do that. He was more important to him than Snape was. Snape hated Harry for what his father and godfather did to him in school. What had happened after school to make things change?
Everyone went off to bed alone tonight to ponder what they just found out. Harry sat on his bed thinking and he noticed the pensive sitting on the foot. He had put it there when he was looking for the locket. He pulled it close to him and peered inside. All he saw was water boiling on top. He reached off the bed and grabbed the box of memories. Harry started picking up each bottle and putting them to the side as he read them.
“Tom asks for job, Harry recalling Voldemort’s return, Snape’s remorse” Harry stopped with this one still in his hand and read it over. He grabbed at the cork, pulled it off, dumped it into the pensive and watched it swirl around inside. Harry then plunged his face into the cool liquid air. In and instant he was pulled inside and landed right next to Dumbledore. Harry felt a happiness come over him until he realized it was just a memory. Harry looked around and saw Snape sitting down across from them.
“If I had any idea what the prophecy meant I would never have told the dark lord. James and I have had our differences in the past but I did not want him dead. He saved my life and I must be grateful for that. Lily was the best person I knew, she always tried to befriend me when I was always so mean to her.” Snape then broke into tears and continued, “Pleas forgive me Dumbledore. I will do anything to make it up to Harry when he becomes of age. I am the reason he has to grow up without great parents.”
Dumbledore rose up and went over to Snape, he laid a hand onto his shoulder and told him, “I believe you have remorse for what you have done. Harry is going to need looking after until he comes to school. I have already taken the means of having lookouts posted and he is covered by old magic for protection. I need you to come to my school and teach.”
Harry knew the memory was over and thought about what he read. He bent slightly at the knees and gave a little push upward. He landed back on his bed in front of the pensive. He looked around and noticed everyone was still asleep. Harry decided to take another trip into the pensive. He went through the bottles until he came across, “Teaching Susan” Harry pulled the cork out and poured the contents into the pensive. Harry was standing next to Dumbledore behind his desk. There was a young girl of maybe 15 or 16 sitting across from them.
“You wanted to see me prof.” the girl said.
She was pretty with strawberry hair and nice firm breast Harry could see poking out her white, Weird Sisters, shirt. She had two little dimples in her cheeks and wore wand shaped earrings in her ears. Harry noticed a small mole sitting on her cheek, which just made her look better. It was like a beauty mark.
Dumbledore spoke up; Harry had forgotten he was even there, “Yes I wanted to talk to you about your O.W.L.S. It seems here that you want to be an auror but you failed D.A.D.A. So I wanted to talk to you about taking a different career path.”
She started crying, “I wanted auror, its all I’ve ever wanted to do since I was a kid. Everyone in my family are aurors and if I don’t get in ill be the disappointment of the family. Is there anything I can do to fix this?”
Dumbledore just sat there staring at her without speaking. She stood up and walked around his desk. Dumbledore rotated his chair se he was looking at her as she walked. She stopped jut short of the chair in between his legs. She looked down and noticed a bulge underneath his robes. She slowly got down onto her knees and positioned her head above the bulge while pulling his robes up.
A 10 inch cock was sitting on his lap soft and lifeless. She took his cock into her hands and gently messaged it up and down the shaft. She stuck her tongue out and gave the head a little lick which got an immediate response. Now being half erect she took his cock into her mouth and sucked on the top half of it. Harry knew she could not take his entire length into her mouth. Just then she slid her head all the way down impaling his entire length down her throat. There was a look of shock and amusement on both Harry and Dumbledore’s face.
Harry saw the entire cock disappear repeatedly into her mouth making sucking sounds with each stroke. After Dumbledore, now Harry, was completely hard she stood up and slowly let her robes fall to the floor. She turned around and reached in between her legs grabbing a hold of Dumbledore’s cock and placing it into her pussy. Harry went around and got in between her legs to watch and see if it ripped her in two or not.
As she slowly lowered her body Harry could see the cock disappear without and problems. Her pussy stretched curved inward as the cock slid in. She was so wet Harry could see her juices rolling down Dumbledore’s cock. Before he knew it, the entire cock was gone inside her pussy. She slowly moved her hips up and down on top of his cock.
She started screaming as Dumbledore grabbed her hips and forced her down harder and faster, “ouch it hurts but yet it feels soooo god, harder”
Dumbledore wrapped his around her waist and stood up with his cock still impaled in her. He turned so her body was resting on top of his desk and her ass sticking in the air. He grabbed her hips and slammed her into the desk With each thrust Harry could se and hear the desk moving with each thrust. He took his cock out of her pussy and Harry figured Dumbledore was done until he reached over to his desk and opened a drawer. He reached inside and pulled out a tube and squeezed some of its contents onto his cock and stroked it to spread the liquid around. He took his cock into his hand and placed it to her but hole. He slowly pushed as Harry thought it was not going to fit when Dumbledore grabbed a hold of her around the waist and rammed it all the way in.
“Ahhhh, shit” she screamed as he hit home
Harry was astonished that she did not rip open right then. Harry looked at the expression on her face which looked like pain and pleasure at the same time. He could see a single tear running down her cheek but there was a smile all the same. Dumbledore rammed his cock into her ass but it only took a few extra strokes before he pulled it out and squirted all over her back. When that happened she lowered her face onto the desk and gave a muffles yell as she had her own orgasm.
Dumbledore grabbed his wand and without speaking cleaned her up and she was dressed before she stood up and took her seat while he talked to her, “Well the only thing I can do is give you private lessons all year and have you retake the owls at the end of the year. Now it will be hard” he gave her a little smile and wink before continuing, “ and enjoyable at the same time but I think I can teach you some good things.”
She jumped up and ran over to him giving him a hug before leaving out through the doors. Dumbledore just sat there and smiled. The memory ended and Harry was back on top of his bed looking around. Harry figured that once the memory ended it kicked you out.
He dipped the bottle into the pensive and extracted the memory. Harry was now horny as hell and did not know what to do. He figured he could just go down and take a cooling bath. He picked up his invisibility cloak and map before leaving. Harry had thrown the cloak over himself before leaving the room in case someone was still in the common room. He crept down stairs and started for the portrait when he heard a noise in the corner. Harry looked and saw a first year girl sitting in a chair.
Harry crept over to her without making a sound. As he got closer the fire in the room made her glow in a reddish orange color. Harry could tell she was a third year girl he had seen around he thought her name was Amber or something like that. When he got closer he could smell the sex she was emitting from her pussy. He looked down and noticed she was driving a wand in and out of her pussy moaning with each stroke.
Sweat beads dripping down her forehead onto her cheek and ending on her chin. Harry got down on his knees and looked in between her legs and witnessed a liquid foaming around her wand as she slid it out. Harry withdrew his cock and gently stroked it in his hand with the cloak getting in his way. She took the wand out and inserted it into her mouth and sucked all the juices off. Harry too this opportunity to extend his cock outside his cloak by lifting the bottom and wrapping up so just his cock was sitting there floating in mid air.
She had her head laid back moving her wand in and out of her mouth so Harry inched his floating cock closer to her pussy. He reached the opening and slid just his head inside when she froze and opened her eyes looking around. Harry froze there staring at her until she decided it was nothing and closed her eyes again. Harry took a chance and pushed with all of his might and plunged his entire cock into her. She did not open her eyes this time, she only laid there moaning.
“Fucking ghosts, get me every time I do this, it is probably headless Nick again.” She said as Harry just stood on his knees with his cock buried in her.
Harry, after a little giggle she could not hear, slid his cock in and out of her pussy with nice long strokes. She was more slick, wet and hot than anyone else he had fucked in the last two years. Harry kept his strokes at a long steady pace so he could keep this sensation as long as he could. Harry, however, just witnessing the sex scene with Dumbledore was already primed with wanting to cum. He took one last stroke and exploded his hot cum into her womb where he hoped she would end up pregnant.
After pulling out his cock and sitting for a seconds, she fell asleep afterwards, he got up and headed to his room. As he reached the bottom of the stairs however he heard someone coming toward his from the stairs so he hid on the side of the door way so he would not get bumped. After a few second Neville came stumbling down the stairs in a half sleepy state and went over to the bathroom that was right next to the half naked girl but he did not seem to notice.
Harry started back up the stairs as he heard Neville finish. After a couple of steps he could not hear him coming and turned to look at Neville standing over the half naked girl with his cock in his hand lightly stroking it above her face. When he put the head to her lips she separated her lips like she had been waiting for it. Harry turned and set off for his bed because he knew if he did not leave not he would never leave. Harry climbed into bed and closed his eyes thinking of the great day he had.
Ginny was on her back completely naked and Harry was driving his cock in and out of her pussy. Harry looked up and noticed they were fucking in the great hall on top on the teachers table and everyone else were sitting down at their tables cheering them on. Harry looked back at Ginny and noticed she now had a cock in side of her mouth. Harry looked up and saw Snape standing there face fucking her. Snape withdrew his cock and sprayed his cum all over her face which turned Harry on and he let his load inside of her pussy.
Snape finally spoke up, “Nice dreams Potter, now come with me.” he said grabbing Harry by the arm as they both walked through the crowd they both tried putting their cocks away.

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Fantasy

Jen’s Surprise

Jen is 23 and has a body any man would love to get hold of. She has big tits and an ass I just love to grab. We are together 5 years and I still want to fuck her everytime I see her.
It is a Saturday evening and Jen is out shopping. While she is gone I start to get the house ready for the night that is coming. She has no idea of what is in store for the night. I set the table and start to prepare a meal. I make an Appletini and have it waiting for her. I make a few phone calls and everything is ready. When she arrives home I am waiting at the door for her. I kiss her and hand her the Appletini and give her a note. The note tells her to go upstairs and see what is on the bed.
On the bed are 2 boxes with “Wear Me” written on them. The first box contains a new set of sexy underwear and stockings. The second contains a sexy new dress. Jen puts on these new items and come back downstairs. I guide her to the sitting room which I have already set up. The fire is lighting and candles are lighting on the mantelpiece. The couches are gone from the room and in their place is a large sheepskin rug in front of the fire. She lies on the rug and drinks another Appletini which is waiting for her there as I finish the meal.
I call Jen into the kitchen which is laid out for the meal. I sit her down and serve her starter and main course along with a few more Appletinis. I then guide her back into the sitting room and bring her in a bowl of ice-cream. While she finishs this I go upstairs and get changed. I come back down and I tell her to come with me. We then drive to the local town and head out for the night going to pubs and nightclubs until 2am.
After the nightclub we go back home. I bring Jen into the sitting room again and start kissing her. I then place a blindfold over her eyes and slowly strip her. Jen is now standing in front of me wearing just the new underwear that I gave her earlier. I lay her down on the rug and start kissing the now naked parts of her body. I then tell her that I have one more surprise for her if she wants it. I tell her that this surprise could give her more pleasure than she ever experienced before but that it is also very experimental. She kisses me hard and tells me to bring it on. I strip the underwear from her now heaving body leaving her lying naked on the rug wearing just a pair of stockings and a blindfold. I then leave the room.
The anticipation she is experiencing builds as she hears the door re-open and hears footsteps come it. Jen can feel lips kissing her breasts and sucking her now erect nipples. She puts her hand out and can feel my now naked body as I continue kissing her beautiful naked body. I ask is she ready for her surprise and she nods at me and says yes. The door opens again and another set of footsteps enter the room. These footsteps walk over to Jen and me and she feels a second set of lips start kissing her breasts. Jen puts her other hand out and can feel a second naked body next to her. She can tell it is another man who introduces himself only as Frank. Jen is now lying naked on a rug with 2 men willing to cater to her every sexual need and desire.
I begin kissing down along her stomach and continue down onto her freshly shaven pussy, my tongue brushing along her clit as I move down. I love the taste of her pussy juices and quickly set about eating her pussy out. While I am doing this Frank is continuing to caress and kiss her breasts, neck and nipples. Jen is now extremely aroused and she reaches for Franks cock. She starts to stroke it as she realises that this is the first strange cock she has felt since she started going out with me. She pulls him closer and takes his cock in her mouth. As I continue eating her pussy she sucks harder and harder on Franks cock. She can feel an orgasm building inside her as Frank begins to jerk. She can tell that he is about to cum so she sucks harder and faster. As her body begins to orgasm wildly from my tongue she can feel Frank shoot his load of cum deep into her mouth and she swallows every drop.
Jen is now feeling extremely turned on. She turns to me and tells me that she wants to feel my hard cock inside her pussy. I put my cock into her now wet pussy and she takes me in fully with my first thrust. I pound her pussy hard making her scream in excitement as I continue to give it to her hard. She starts to feel her second orgasm as I start to cum deep inside in her pussy. Her orgasm continues as I pull my cock out, she tells me not to stop and I tell her that it is time for her pussy to get the feel of a new cock. Frank puts her on her hands and knees and puts his cock into her hungry pussy from behind. He rides her hard and her orgasm is the most unbelievable feeling she has ever experienced. Jen is now at a level of orgasm that she has never experienced before as Frank continues his pounding. She can feel Frank start to cum and she moans loudly as he fills her pussy with his hot load of cum. Jen slumps to the floor panting from the massive orgasms that she has just experienced. Frank then leaves the room and I remove her blindfold. Jen looks at me and kiss me passionately as she thanks me for the wildest evening she has ever experienced.

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