The Gift · Bound 2 · Part 2 (2/3)
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"It's an amazing thing, Luna. Are you sure we can use it on Ginny?"
"Just ask her, Harry," the dark-haired man leaned toward his girlfriend, his cock still hard in front of her, and getting even harder at the sight of her helpless figure.
"Tell me what I can do to you, Ginny," Harry ordered. She knew she had to play along with him so as not to ruin the gift. She just hoped she'd never experience it all again.
"I belong to you, master, do what you want," the red-haired woman said. "My life and my very existence are in your hands. I belong to you, to train, punish, divide, or sell as you see fit, master. I only want to please you and serve you, and who you want me to please or serve.
Hearing this, Harry felt a surge of excitement and wrote his signature on the piece of parchment with a single flourish. At the same time, Ginny felt as if a bag of sand had fallen on her shoulders. A small vortex of energy rose up around the girl, wrapping her in a kind of cocoon. The same thing happened with the dark-haired man, he was surrounded by an emerald-colored energy that also began to envelop his body. Unlike Ginny's cocoon, Harry's had many threads. Magic spread from the scroll and stretched threads from the guy into the girl's energy, binding them forever. Luna stood off to one side and stared at the spectacle in fascination. Unlike her dreamy friend, Ginny felt very different.
She had lost the gift of speech. How could this happen? Why did the Moon do this? What's waiting for her? But all that passed quickly, leaving only one thought: now she was Harry's slave, for real, for life.
"See? I told you," said Luna.
"Well. Looks like she's my slave now," Harry said in surprise. "I just can't believe it! She was so nice and cultured. I can't believe she wants to be a sex slave for life!"
"Let's have some fun," Harry said, standing in front of the shocked girl.
Without much hesitation, he shoved his hard cock deep into her mouth and throat, and then began to fuck her roughly. Ginny was bound motionless, her face open to such abuse. She could barely breathe between plunging his cock down her throat. She felt the Moon go down behind her, and then she felt the sharp blow of a broad oar on her ass. She almost gasped at the sound, feeling the burning of the wide rubber paddle on her ass. Luna slapped one buttock again, then the other, turning the younger Weasley's bottom cherry red, and tears welled up in her eyes. Lovegood stopped at last, but quickly reappeared beneath it. Suddenly, her nipples ached from the sharp clamps that Luna had attached to her breasts. She felt that they would be cut off by hard steel. She could feel her friend putting a weight on the chain dangling between them, stretching her Breasts even further.
Ginny sensed that Harry was nearing orgasm. He pulled his cock out of his mouth just before he came, placing it on the tip of her tongue.
"She always hated trying semen," Harry commented to Luna. "I think I can do it now," his cum shot out of the tip of his cock and landed on Ginerva's tongue. "Don't swallow, slave," Harry ordered as the white substance gathered on his new slave's tongue. Harry leaned down to look at the semen that had accumulated on the girl's tongue.
"How do you like that, slave?" he asked. "I have a whole list of things you hate, but now that you're my slave, I think you'll learn to love them!" With that, he got up and left the room, leaving a puddle of cum in the redhead's mouth.
After fifteen minutes of keeping the nasty puddle of cum in her mouth, Harry returned to allow her to swallow the liquid. She could still feel the sticky liquid in her throat. Lovegood quickly inserted the gag into Ginny's mouth, then began pumping air until Ginny's eyes filled with tears. Luna made sure she had a good view of the massive four-poster bed, then she plunged Harry's cock inside her and they made love for hours. From time to time, one of them glanced at the chained girl. Harry smiled at the sight of his new slave, helplessly bound while making love to her beautiful friend. Lovegood smiled at her friend, feeling the brunette's cock inside her. They kissed and caressed each other until the blonde finally announced that it was time to take on the redhead.
But after releasing the ceiling chain and disconnecting the struts, the Ravenclaw did not untie her friend's hands. Instead, she slipped the short chain between her ankles and went back to where she had been earlier in the evening.
The red-haired Gryffindor couldn't move, as her head was still thrown far back, forcing her to stare at the ceiling. Her friend made her lie down on the floor again, then attached the chain to a ring in the floor and climbed back into bed. Ginny had seen the two of them embrace in bed as she lay helplessly bound on the floor. Lying there, she felt humiliated. She was stripped naked, her ass throbbing from the brutal penetration, and her neck was beginning to ache from the uncomfortable position. She tried to break free, move, or run, but the heavy steel of the chain and the bent position made it impossible for her to move.
It was after midnight when she heard Harry's voice: "I hate it when she looks at us like that." I still think of her as my girlfriend.
"I can take care of that, Harry," the blonde offered, and got up to put a deaf latex mask on her friend's head. Her long red hair was momentarily untied and threaded through the hole at the top. She felt something soft cover her eyes and felt a thick, oblong object invade her mouth, making it difficult for her to speak. She could only mumble. Because of this, she did not notice the light touch of the wand on the top of her head. The lace at the back of her head began to move and tighten. After a few seconds, the rubber was snugly wrapped around Ginny's head.
Luna waved her wand and said, "Hello… Deaf."
Ginny panicked. Now, she couldn't say anything and couldn't hear anything, just a slight buzzing. Her hearing was impaired, but she was sure she could feel movement. A sudden tug on the chain told her she was right.
Luna moved away from her friend and began admiring her work. The bound girl twisted her head in the thick leather hood. A spiky ponytail of red hair whipped around her shoulders when she jerked her head particularly sharply. The leather straps made it impossible to move the hands, rendering them completely useless. Chains from the collar and shackles blocked movement of the head and legs. Ginny was completely helpless.
Harry got out of bed and went over to the blonde to admire the girl as well.
"What do you think of her?" the dark-haired man asked and put his arm around Luna's waist. His hand reached for the pussy, and the guy plunged one finger inside the girl, causing a moan from the blonde.
"Beautiful," Lovegood said languidly.
"Have you ever considered becoming a slave?" Harry asked.
Luna immediately freed herself from his hand and turned to the guy, making a serious expression on her face.
"I will not be a slave for nothing," she said.
"And if, for example, you lose a bet," the guy said.
"Well…" Lovegood put a finger to her chin and considered, turning slightly and swaying her breasts. "If I lose… then I will."
"Then let's play," he immediately suggested, "if you lose, you will also become my slave, and if you win, then…
"You will bring me the horned dung!" Lovegood said, jumping up and down.
Harry held out his hand.
"All right," Luna took the bet.
The game was rock-paper-scissors. The one who wins in two out of three rounds is considered the winner. In the first round, Luna won by cutting Harry's paper with a pair of scissors. In the second round, the result was a mirror, Harry's stone smashed Luna's scissors. The third round surprised, there was a draw, and a last, decisive round remained. Harry predicted Luna's change to paper, and beat it with scissors.
"It's all settled now. Are you ready?" Potter asked, squeezing his hand.
"Yes. Can't wait to see…" replied the blonde, starting to shake a fist. "I…"
"Yes?" he said.
"There you go…"
"It's time to keep your end of the bargain."
"Well… Order me… Master Harry," the blonde woman knelt. The guy bent down and lifted her chin, looking into her eyes. There was humility and amusement in them.
"We'll need to draw up another contract," the dark-haired man said, licking his dry lips.
"That won't be necessary, Master," Lovegood said airily, looking into his eyes. So I made a contract in my own name. It's in my jeans pocket."
Harry nodded and went into the room where the blonde had changed. When he returned, the girl was still on her knees, looking at him. The dark-haired man chuckled and unfolded the scroll, casually noting the same crystal that was in Ginny's contract, only sky blue in color. He began to read out the contents:
Slave contract
The name of the slave: Luna Lovegood
Master's Name: Harry Potter
I, Luna Lovegood, hereafter referred to simply as "slave", agree to the following terms and conditions and undertake to fulfill all the clauses specified in this Servitude agreement to my Master, Harry Potter, hereafter referred to simply as "Master".
Item #1
I am a slave and the property of my Master.
Item #2
I understand that I am property, living to serve my master as he wishes.
Item #3
I understand that as a property, I can be bought, sold, lent, or given for any length of time to any owner.
Item #4
I understand that my body and mind exist for the pleasure of the master, and he can change, modify, mark or enlarge, permanently or temporarily, any part of it as he sees fit.
Item #5
I understand that an orgasm is a gift and is not allowed without the owner's permission.
Item #6
I will carry out any order that the Master issues, regardless of the result, as a true sign of my loyalty to my master.
Item #7
If I do not complete my task or duty as required, I will assume the proper slave position and await further orders.
Item #8
I understand that the proper slave pose is to kneel, spread your legs to expose your pussy for your master, cross your wrists behind your back, and bow your head.
Item #9
All punishments from my Master and Master I will accept with joy.
Punishments may include, but are not limited to:
Slapping and hitting with other tools, as my Master sees fit; prolonged servitude in special garb, until the Master wants it otherwise; walking in chains or being locked in stocks, as my Master sees fit; being locked in a cage or other enclosed space; being deprived of food and forbidden to sleep; various kinds of verbal abuse.
Item #10
I realize that I don't own my body. The master owns this slave and can use my mouth, pussy and ass at any time.
Item #11
When permitted, I will maintain a clean body, externally and internally, at all times.
Item #12
I understand that I will remain a slave for the rest of my life, which will be determined by the master.
Item #13
I am willing to put on or take off any clothing at any time, on the orders of my Master.
Item #14
At any time, as soon as it is required by my Master, I, a slave, undertake to sign any document about my slavery.
Item #15
As soon as the Owner sees fit, I agree to be marked or shaved in any way and at any time.
Item #16
If the Owner wishes, I will be happy to be sold to outsiders.
Item #17
The slave agrees to these articles on the condition that the Master does not:
— expose his property to threats to the slave’s life, such as HIV/AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases;
— give orders that will lead to irreparable injury or death.
I hereby confirm this contract with my oath, blood/hair sample and aura.
Owner _________ /signature date
Potter finished reading out the points and looked at the blonde.
"Do you realize that on these terms you are nothing more than a thing?" he asked, and got a nod. "And you're willing to live like this?"
"Of course," said Luna, "because I made the terms myself. This means that I am ready and willing to do what it says."
Potter could not understand the logic and motives of her friend (not for the first time), but if she wanted it, then it was better for him. He signed his name and addressed it to the slave girl at five minutes to five: "Now it's time to take the oath."
Lovegood nodded and, still on her lap, began to recite the vow she had just heard Ginny make in an airy voice: "I belong to you, Master, do whatever you want," the blonde began. "My life and my very existence are in your hands. I belong to you, to train, punish, divide, or sell as you see fit, master. I only want to please you and serve you, and who you want me to please or serve."
As soon as the last word died away, the scroll lit up. A blue-gray energy surrounded Luna, which turned the girl into a cocoon, but this time the cocoon had only one appendage. A swirl of green energy appeared around Harry, which looked more powerful. She encased the boy in a cocoon with several tendrils of energy. At once two streams went from the brunette to the blonde and joined the single blue stream.
An invisible weight seemed to fall on Luna's shoulders. Harry's magic was pinning her down, forcing her to obey. In addition, she felt echoes of the dark-haired man's emotions: satisfaction, excitement and excitement.
This brought a flush to the girl's cheeks. She felt that she could continue this night, despite what had already happened.
Harry stared at the panting girl on her knees in front of him. Her eyes were fixed on him with a clear desire. After that, the guy stopped holding back. He took the blonde's arm and tossed her onto the bed, beginning to undress.
The Gryffindor boy was left in only his underpants, after which Luna crawled closer. Her face was ten centimeters from the guy's groin. The girl slowly wrapped the head of the penis through the panties, which left a wet mark on the panties. Taking off her panties, she threw them aside and saw the guy's big cock standing proudly. Wrapping her lips around half of his cock, she sucked on it, then ran her tongue along the entire length of his penis. She did it clumsily, but the dark-haired man was good enough. He impatiently grabbed Luna's hair and she took The hint. Having absorbed the member completely, she began to move her head rhythmically, licking the head. Harry leaned back in bed and groaned with pleasure. Not holding out for long, he finished the beauty right in the mouth. She swallowed it all and licked the rest off her cock.
It took the last of their strength, so they lay back on the bed with their arms around each other.
"That was great," Harry said.
"That's right, Master," said Luna, and laid her head on the boy's shoulder.
"By the way," the guy said, "you're missing something."
"And what is that?" the slave looked questioningly at her master.
The dark-haired man waved his wand, and a leather collar flew into the room. He moved closer to the girl and settled himself on her neck with a click.
"That's fine, Master," Ravenclaw said, and yawned.
"Go to sleep," Harry ordered, and kissed her on the forehead. The blonde's eyes began to close, and she was fast asleep.
Harry carefully got out of bed and looked at Ginny, who was bound.
A solid mask prevented her from seeing anything, and deafness prevented her from hearing anything. A built-in gag blocked speech. The girl couldn't move and was completely isolated. The guy ran his hand over the breast, twisting and squeezing the nipple of the girl. A growl came from under the gag.
Harry waved his wand to cancel out Deafness and leaned in close to her ears.
"Go to sleep," he ordered.
The spinning girl relaxed and began to collapse. Harry immediately picked her up and unhooked the chain, placing her on her friend's bed. He quickly removed his armbinder and hood, leaving only the handcuffs around his ankles. Ginny was sleeping peacefully, her head resting on her friend's shoulder. Luna rolled over, pressing her face to her chest.
Harry looked at it and smiled. He decided that since he had slaves, he should use them. The dark-haired man began to dress, a hooded cloak was thrown over his casual dark robe. The dark-haired man left the house, locking all the doors and setting the alarm charms, and Apparated. A long night awaited him.
With a pop, Harry appeared at the entrance to Diagon alley. After looking around and noticing no one, he transfigured a mask covering the upper part of his face from the nearest debris. He tapped it three times with his wand and cast a spell of the ordinary. Now it was impossible to recognize him by his familiar gestures, as long as his face was masked.
He walked down a deserted street, past closed shops, and turned into an alley. Currency lane nightfall seemed to come alive. Muddy personalities came out of all the cracks and offered their wares. Shabby counters were filled with mangy cats and equally mangy rats. Shrunken heads touted in small pubs to wet your whistle ognevsky. Some of them brewed potions whose sparks fell on passersby and lived in their robes.
Harry walked through the crowd, ignoring the passers-by. Especially pesky ones waved their wands in front of his nose. After the store Borgin and Burke’s he turned aside and came almost to the end of a lane.
In front of it was a medium-sized shop. The exterior was much better than any other building. The walls were painted dark brown, and the black tiles looked even darker in the night. To the right of the entrance, a display case held various cosmetic potions. Above the door hung a chart with the words: "A beautiful unicorn." Accordingly, in the background was depicted the silo of this animal, which shook its mane.
Harry pushed the door open and went inside.
A bell rang to announce visitors. The room was clean enough, but it still felt musty. Most of the space was filled with cabinets of potions. Many of whom found Dumbledore in his youth.
"Mr. Strick," said Harry, who had come up to the register and was ringing a standing bell.
At first, he was drenched in cold; a wizard sitting… somewhere… was clearly scanning him. You never know who has looked at the light. And then suddenly, silently and without warning, his observer appeared in front of him. The salesman was a slight, short old man of indeterminate age, between sixty and eighty. Although with magicians, this number could be multiplied by two. His wrinkled face was adorned with a waist-length gray beard, many wrinkles, and a hooked nose. There was no hair on the head itself. He was dressed in a gray robe and leaned on an ornate cane. Dark eyes searched the dark man in the mask.
"I'm glad you stopped by. Are you here for… merchandise… or just curious?" the old man bared his yellow teeth.
"Oh, John," said Harry, smiling, "for the goods. However, I would like to see the new ones."
In the next second, the old man disappeared and in his place appeared a middle-aged man under two meters tall. His features were partially obscured by a thick beard of many days' growth and a black bandage tied up to his brow. But the main feature of Mr. Strick's figure was his very solid fists.
"It's been a long time since you've been here," Strick grinned into his beard, tapping a rhythm on the counter.
Immediately, one of the walls slid back, revealing a passageway. The man went first, followed by Harry.
They found themselves in a large room filled with various gadgets. Harry still didn't know the names of most of the items. Strick went to another counter and took out a small magazine.
"Here's the catalog," he said, holding out a piece of paper.
"Good, good," the Chosen One muttered, flipping through the pages, "I think I'll take one big box and six small ones. Three sets without connections and one set with connections. And a simplified set… in double volume. Of course, so that no spells open the product, only keys. All keyholes are equipped with disappearing keys for one time. One, no, it is better still to make two keys absolutely indestructible. We don't want the key to get lost. Also, several suits and special sets numbers 6 and 13. I guess… that's it."
"That will be five hundred and twenty-nine Galleons," Strick seemed to be pulling boxes and bundles out of thin air, "and of course you didn't buy them here."
"Of course," said Harry, paying for it.
He packed up the bags and headed for the door. After leaving the shop and walking a dozen meters away, he Apparated.
He appeared in the middle of the room where he was playing with the girls, and where they were also sleeping peacefully. Ginny on the left, and Luna on the right. Quickly stripping off his robes and sending the bags to a corner, Harry sat down in the middle. The girls awoke for a moment, but their Master whispered to them: "Sleep peacefully."
Accompanied by a sleepy purr from the Moon and Ginny of "Good night, Master," he fell asleep.
The Boy Who Lived, warmed on both sides by the warm girls, stretched out full length on the bed. The guy opened his eyes and was slightly moved by the sight he saw. But the physiological functions were stronger. Harry had already gone to the bathroom, unceremoniously removing both of his new "acquisitions" from the sleepers, who were muttering about brain-wags and Quidditch in their sleep.
When he came out, drying himself after a warm shower, the girls were already awake. First came a voice: "Hello, Boss."
Then the guy was subjected to an active kiss and assurances that he was welcome to see. After that, the girls went to the shower.
Meanwhile, Harry held out the shopping bag and began sorting through its contents. While he was occupied, the two girls returned and, seeing their master occupied, took the position of a slave at his feet. The dark-haired man noticed this and smiled. Soon two pairs of steel collars were produced from the bag, along with manacles for the hands and feet.
"Lift your hair," Harry ordered.
The girls obeyed and pulled back their hair, exposing their necks. The dark-haired man removed Ginny's leather collar and replaced it with a steel one. As soon as it closed around the girl's neck, the seam disappeared, making it impossible to remove. The collar was made of light metal and had a ring on the front. The dark-haired man tapped it a couple of times with his wand, and lines began to appear on the metal, forming a triangle with a circle and a stick inside, the Peverell arms, the progenitors of the Potter family. He did the same with Luna. They are now his property, even by law. Life is getting better. Then he ordered them to stand up and began putting shackles on their wrists and ankles. Metal bracelets with rings were connected by chains, each of which was fastened to a ring in the collar.
"So, my dear friends," the girls blushed, "the agenda is breakfast first, and then we'll see. You go cook, and I'll finish my chores.
"Yes, master," the girls said at the same time, and were heading for the door when they were hailed.
"Just a minute." a small bolt of lightning flashed off the boy's wand and streaked towards Ginny and Luna. As soon as it reached the target, the chains on their legs began to shorten, stopping at forty centimeters. Now the girls could only hobble. "You ca
